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ya-zz · 9 months

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Can I request Ramattra, Genji and Hanzo headcannons of them saying 'I love you' for the first time? 💗

Here we go! Hope they're okay! Again, I apologise it took awhile to get to!

RAMATTRA

He wasn’t used to love, but when he felt strange, feeling his circuitry warming up just at the thought of you, he would scoff.

At first, he would dismiss the entire notion, never even letting it see the light of day.

His sensors would go off every time he passed you, his systems heating up rapidly.

He’d do his best to avoid you, keeping his distance whenever possible.

Overtime, however, he was beginning to feel drawn to you, not wanting to leave your side no matter what you were doing.

He was like a clingy child, not wanting to let go of you no matter the circumstances.

His feelings only grew as the days went by and he felt you shift in the same direction.

The two of you would get closer each day but when you uttered the three words “I love you” he felt his omnic heart almost stop.

He wasn’t sure what to say.

Conflicted feelings rose - Did he love you? Is that the right term? Can a human and omnic really love each other?

He noticed you were absent after not responding back to you, and he felt guilty.

No matter what he would try, nothing seemed to make you happy. Small gifts, flowers, even handmade items didn’t give you the spark he had hoped.

He felt like he had fucked up, but a few nights after his last attempt to make you smile, he sat down and thought long and hard about everything.

Over the night, he went through his memory files, going over the files with a fine tooth comb, searching for clarification.

As he kept watching, he’d noticed the way you smiled, the way your eyes sparkled no matter the light around you. The softness of your skin against his metal frame whenever you hugged him.

Gradually, he learned that he did love you.

He left his room, seeking you out and when he found you, he didn’t hesitate, although he was nervous for the first time in his life.

“I love you.”

It came as a shock to you, but to him, it felt like he finally had another purpose to his life.

His fans whirred loudly, his systems heating up as if he was blushing.

“I love you.”

He repeated it again, more for himself. A confirmation of his feelings towards you.

“I love you.”

They were words he never thought he’d say, especially towards a human.

GENJI

He never hesitated. Straight up just told you.

“I love you.”

While his heart was racing, every sort of love emotion flooded through him.

He watched on, gauging your reaction and when you returned the gesture, his heart felt like thumping out of his chest.

He hadn’t exactly known you long, but he knew that he had feelings towards you.

It wasn’t like anything he had felt before.

This wasn’t like him, and everyone knew it, but he didn’t want to lose you.

His playboy days were over, he had someone he truly loved.

Everything about you was everything he had ever wanted.

“I love you.”

Every day when he’d wake up, he’d tell you how much he loved you.

Every night before bed he’d tell you the same.

He was giddy, like a school kid coming home for the holidays.

He would always remind you, especially on days when you were feeling low. With his arms wrapped around you, he’d offer you comfort, listing all the reasons as to why he loved you.

Sometimes he felt like he was being obnoxious, quietening down some days and not expressing his love, but when you asked him and told him you missed it, he’d instantly chirp back up.

You were like a drug to him and he wanted you. Seeing your smile only made him want you more.

He would never forget the frist time he expressed his love for you. The first “I love you” would be engrained within his memory for as long as he lived.

A nervous boy expressing their love for their crush, he thought, which would make him chuckle whenever he looked back on it.

His heart would flutter each time he remembered it, and it brought him some peace and comfort each night before he slept.

HANZO

The archer would keep quiet, not wanting to move too quickly.

His mind would wander to how he would say it. Was he to prepare dinner? Ask you out for the evening? You were just friends with him, did you even think of him the same way?

He would overthink everything for days, eyes always vacant and looking off into the distance.

He enjoyed being around you, he wouldn’t deny that. He enjoyed your very presence, wanting more as the days turned into weeks.

No matter what he would think about, he couldn’t get you out of his head, even when he was meditating.

He’d try to keep his composure as he asks you to join him up on the roof, something of which the pair of you did almost weekly.

You thought nothing of it, thinking it was just the usual late night conversations.

Hanzo, however, thought everything of it.

He even went the extra mile to prepare drinks and a small helping of food and snacks for when you were up there with him.

His heart was pounding in his chest. The last time he felt this nervous was several years ago after seeing his brother was still alive.

He made his way to the roof, setting every down like everything had a place already.

When you arrived, the soft moonlight glow on your face, his heart skipped a beat.

Cue the panic rising.

He didn’t want to fuck things up, but the way you smiled as you noticed the arrangement brought some peace of mind.

He watched you sit next to him and then the conversations started.

Hours went by as the two of you spoke, seeming as if you hadn’t seen him for months.

It was a perfect night, and it was slowly building into the perfect moment.

Hanzo waited, the silence practically deafening in his ears before he speaks out.

“I love you.”

When greeted with silence, he felt a pang of worry as he looked off to the side.

I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked-

When your hand caressed his cheek, pulling him to look a you before your lips connected with his, his cheeks grew instantly warm and red.

It was all the confirmation he needed, hand coming up to behind your neck as he deepened the kiss.

“I love you too…”

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darkbluekies · 1 month

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Okay but a darling who has a blood phobia? It comes often with the fear of needles/syringes so after reading your Dr. Kry OneShot of reader being scared of needles I thought about the phobia.

And here are my thoughts :D Hope you don't mind 💕🙈 i tried my best to make it as authentic as possible with all the yanderes!

Tw: mentions of blood, murder, maybe gaslighting/manipulation, phobia

Edmund would be the WORST and most likey cause the phobia rather it being a thing before meeting him lol. But I am not sure if the phobia alone would be enough for him to consider not to kill in front of his queen anymore. Maybe the ball massacre would be enough and only time, but since his nature is unpredictable, there is no guarantee. Although he grows worried when his queen gets her periods everytime...

Dr. Kry would even have a much. harder. time. when it comes to blood tests and the first appointment might be where he finds out about his darling's phobia. At this point would put darling to sleep whenever he needs to take a test

Or oh boy, when darling gets her period in the first month they spend at the hospital? He would come into the room to find a passed out darling on the bathroom floor. At first he is shocked until he saw that they had bled through, a pad under their hand, and quickly understands the situation. He would be even frustrated that from all the 3-4% of the population fearing blood, darling happens to be one of them. Before darling wakes up in bed, he already had sorted out everything.

After that he would absolutely keep track on their cyclus and warn them just in time. He might be even persistent to change the menstruation pads/tampons and even washing the clothes if they got dirty, so darling doesnt have to see it at all. Maybe he would consider doing a therapy if it's really bad, so darling would feel better and won't faint every time they could get badly hurt y'know. But if they feel too anxious and dizzy, they can call him anytime :)

I think it's obvious that he's my favourite *^*

Silas would notice that darling doesn't look at him at all when he comes back. They could smell the irony scent and are imagining the worst so they avoid looking at him at all costs. Only once, when Silas forces darling to look at him, they faint as soon as the speckels of blood appear in their vision and then he understands what's the matter after panicking for good 10 seconds

He would probably care enough afterwards to change his clothes and shower everytime before entering the bedroom after a bloody mission. The dirty clothes would be in the washing machine and out of it before darling comes with their laundry next. Better be safe than sorry again.

Hedwig would feel so bad and sooo worried man, haha /_\

I haven't read everything yet but I think she would find out about the phobia after cutting herself on paper by accident and asking for a band aid. Darling instantly sprints to the aid box and bring it to her. being all anxious but trying to remain calm which they fail to hide (Hedwig hasnt grasp of the matter yet and thinks they are worried about her and finds it even cute... at first👀) Only when darling turns around and sees the blood, instantly dropping on the floor and hell breaks loose lmfao.

Or, on a sleepover at her house where she kills an intruder/stalking classmate/whoever. Darling comes down bc they want to drink water, only too see a scene of their yandere girlfrind with a bloody knife. Instantly dropping on the ground. When waking up a hysterical Hedwig is all over them, questioning if what they saw was real and why on earth she was holding a bloody knife at 3am. Hedwig might have the luck that darling isn't sure of the body, which was lying on the ground, was real too and would gaslight darling in order to keep her facade up.

Jerry was the hardest to imagine imo. So I apologise beforehand.

I can imagine her being worried and trying not to expose their darling to blood as best as possible but I can also imagine her using it to her advantage to "play" with darling or forgetting sometimes that they can't see blood, coming home with some cuts and bruises and darling passing out. And Jerry be like: "Ah sh*t. I forgot."

Ahhh I hope you like what I had in mind! You absolutely made me go brainrot with your stories, they are all soo good \*~*/ i almost read everything by now heh~

If you like asks like this let us know. I would to love share more but I dont want to post them randomly in my feed ._.

They're your OCs afterall ❤ love each of them!

Have a wonderful day my dear! ♡♡♡

Aww I loved this so much!!! It is nice to be the reader for a change🥹🥹

I'm impressed that your visions fit with mine! The only thing I'd add is that I think that Jerry would try to get you over your phobia by ... uh ... exposure therapy :)

I really liked this, thank you so much♡♡

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emeritus-fuckers · 8 months

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Hey! Can you please write headcanons about all the papas with a S/O who gets angry pretty easily. Like something small happens and the S/O is ready to throw hands.

Thank you <3

Anytime :D <3 - Nyx

Papas with an S/O who gets angry easily

Primo

It was the final straw when you knocked over the potted plant. It fell to the floor and smashed, soil going everywhere, the plant laying there helpless.

You shouted angrily, and kicked a bit of the cracked teracota.

"Amore" Primo says calmingly. "It's alright, it does not matter."

He scoops up the plant and carefully places it in a fresh pot, dropping in the soil to cover its roots.

"See? No harm done." He sees that you're still frustrated, so he pulls you to him, stroking you hair and muttering soothing words.

A ghoul has already cleaned up the broken pot and soil by the time he releases you.

Primo sits you down and makes a pot of tea, he'll ask if there is anything else bothering you. He listens to you as you finally admit what is really going on. So many things have built up.

"It will pass, when you reach my age you realise that. All things good and bad will come to an end. So this, amore, will also pass."

His presence is already calming anyway, so it doesn't take long for you to calm down.

If you ever get annoyed at him, he'll be so calm and gentle with you it's almost impossible.

He'll ask how he can sort things out to see you happy again and then he'll make it happen. Or if it's something you've misunderstood or anything like that, he'll just talk it through with you.

Mind you he's not a push-over, if you go too far you'll see a little glimpse of his dark side, just enough to end the argument there and then. It's the look in his eye as he asks you to leave him alone until you calm down that just stops you.

Secondo

You were on a night out when it happened. They were rude, they pushed past you to get to the bar, knocking the drink from your hand.

Thankfully nothing spilt on you, but you blood boiled and you snarled at them "watch where you are going."

They arrogantly told you to "watch where you are going." You could feel your hands balling into fists.

"Buy them a new drink." Secondo appeared next to you looking terrifying. The person stood there stunned. "Apologise properly, and get them another drink."

Once the situation was over Secondo took you aside, and let you vent about how inconsiderate the person had been.

He will always be there to back you up no matter what. If you are angry, he's got your back. He won't let things escalate unless the situation demands it. In which case he's thrown the first punch before you get a chance.

If you ever shout at him he'll just raise an eyebrow and wait for you to calm down. He chooses not to lose his temper with you because when he snaps, he snaps. But afterwards he'll have a discussion about whatever was said, and you work things out that way.

If he thinks you've said anything unfairly to him while in a rage he will address that. "Now then cara, it's not true is it that I ignored you all day. You know that's not what it was. I was working. But if you miss me that much, we can go out together now" He'll hold his arms out to you as you mutter an apology.

Terzo

"Tesoro, what is wrong? Come here, come to Papa and tell me" He holds his arms out for you and pulls you onto his lap. Stroking your hair, and calming you even as you protest.

He eventually gets you to tell him what's wrong. An ex friend of yours has been nasty, and you went to punch them. But then you knew you couldn't so you just stormed off and now you feel like you should have.

"Amore, do you want Papa to go and sort it out?"

You mumble that it's okay, you can defend yourself. But he insists on coming with you.

Terzo rips the person to pieces just with his words. He gives them such a dressing down for treating you badly that they never try anything again.

If you are angry at him he might make a joke to try and defuse the situation with humour. Which just annoys you more. So he just claims he made you angrier on purpose. Because he wanted you to get it out of your system.

Sometimes his jokes work and you end up laughing. There is no way you can stay angry at him and he just grins.

His other approach when someone really annoys you is to take you to the gym.

He'll pass you some boxing gloves and put the pads on. He then holds them up and says "Imagine these are the persons face, hit these, amore. As hard as you can"

Copia

If you aren't too angry, just on the verge of it, he'll distract you with his rats.

If you shout at him, he'll look shocked and miserable. You can't, you just cannot be angry with this man so you stop instantly and hug him.

"Calmed you down, sì?" he'll say with a small smile like it was intentional.

He hates seeing you angry so he'll get you to talk about it.

"What has happened at work today, cara?" He asks all concerned as you storm into the room.

You angrily tell him something went wrong and you wasted an hour on useless crap.

He'll let you rant about it for as long as you need while cuddling you until you calm down a bit. He will also try and help you find a solution. "How about I help with some of your work tomorrow, sì? make up for lost time, eh?"

He kisses you softly "That's better amore, just breathe, just be in the moment here with me."

"Papa will stay here with you as long as you need." He holds you close to him. He is incredibly soothing and comforting.

The anger just melts out of you when you are in his embrace.

Old Nihil

He's too old to really get angry. Like, he can say harsh words and wave his arms around. But he just doesn't have the energy to lose his temper properly like he did when he was younger.

No matter how furious you get, he'll just sit there, staring at you lovingly.

"Oooh siiibblliiing your rage... it only makes you more beautiful... It lights up your eyes... I can almost see the flames of hell dancing within them..." He sighs happily.

That actually stops you in your tracks, your earlier infuration at him for not meeting you for lunch fading.

But you are still upset so you repeat again, slower, slightly more calmly that he stood you up.

It's like he suddenly sees how upset you actually are, it's more sadness that will get through to him than rage. "Oh... I am sorry, did we have a lunch planned?"

He holds his arms out wide "Let me hug you instead. I can show you how sorry I am, yes?"

And that is how you ended up snuggled against him for the rest of the day, watching movies.

Young Nihil

I mean... he's a hot head.

Something annoys you, he'll get just as annoyed.

If it was an object that had caused the anger, then Nihil will definitely join in smashing it up.

Like the time when the thing you were trying to fix just would not fucking work. No matter what you did.

So seeing you get frustrated and hit the thing, he picks up a hammer, walks over and whacks it. He then just grins at you.

"Go on, babe, you try." he hands the hammer to you, you then hit it. It's very cathartic. You giggle at the way he just came over and smashed the thing without even saying a word. You both enjoy absolutely destroying the thing, it's definitely broken now.

You shout, he'll shout at whoever or whatever it is that has pissed you off.

He'll be straight there by your side, ready to throw hands.

So Dark Lord help anyone that pisses you two off.

If you shout or get angry at him... it's going to be one hell of an argument.

You are both exhausted by the end of it, stood facing each other, breathing fast with your faces flushed. He stops short of saying anything else and just looks at you, how hot you look when you are furious.

"It's not worth it, babe" He'll growl. "Not when you're so enchanting, a temptress sent to me by the Dark Lord himself."

If you are up for it, then it normally ends in very passionate, enjoyable makeup sex.

Written by Nyx

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submalevolentgrace · 1 year

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(yesterday i received an ask, which prompted me to write the following response. the asker has apologised for sending it and i took it down to prevent anyone from laying into them, but present is anonymously below because i like my response and want you to see it)

"Based on the fun new revelation that the world is ending before I graduate, is it even worth it to try prepping or should we all just get ready to jump into traffic come 2025?"

okay, there is, A LOT to unpack here. i'm gonna do my best to respond to this helpfully, the way i am facing it: confronting it, emotionally processing it, pragmatically preparing, and holding on to a sort of grim, dark hope.

we're talking about climate collapse and the latest IPCC report here right? first off, it's not a new revelation. maybe it is for you personally, but for humanity as a whole, we've known about the inevitable outcomes of emissions damaging the climate since like the 70's. i found out about it myself in primary school in the mid 90's, when it was still called the greenhouse effect, and i then spent 20 years on and off in various roles of support for climate activism, when i had the spoons. if you're young and just finding out about it now i know it's probably overwhelming, and especially sucks the later you've been born into this mess… but i'm pointing out that it's not new, to underline the point that it's also not sudden. yeah it's getting worse, but it's been getting worse for generations, and will keep getting worse for generations.

it's not a meteor, or a volcano. it's a creeping steady decline of habitability with sputters and bursts of natural disaster; there is no timeline or event or threshold at which the world ends here.

that 2025 "deadline" from this year's IPCC synthesis report, for instance; it's not a date that the world ends. honestly, in some ways, it's kinda meaningless. what it is, as i understand it, is that all the data says that if we want to limit global average temperature rises to 1.5C by end of century - which we do, because even 2C would be catastrophic - we need emissions to peak by 2025 and then rapidly decline. it's a vastly oversimplified agregate of incredibly complex data reduced down to the point of absurdity in a desperate attempt by scientists to get corporations to allow governments to take action to limit corporations. it's a deadline for government action to limit effects by 2100. the year will come, and pass, and the world will go on. probably with emissions still going up, probably with targets shifted again and 2C accepted as the next half hearted goal that will also be missed, but life will go on.

no end of the world. life will go on. into the 2030's, into the 2040's, into the 2100's, life will go on. it'll be hotter and colder, wetter and drier, more storms and bushfires, less food and fertile land, but life will go on. populations will starve, land will become uninhabitable, life will go on. when you hear about "the end of the world" from climate collapse, it's not a hard apocalypse that kills us all off or whatever. it's the slow creep of nature getting more harsh, and the way we do things much harder.

if you look at the serious reports from scientists and militaries, the language you see isn't "end of the world", it's "end of modern societies". that's what's really at risk: the fragile infrastructure that holds up the ruling classes of rich nations and has us all scurrying around to make it work. mass scale power grids, international supply chains and just in time logistics, silicon wafer production, year-round plastic wrapped preserved passionfruit chunks grown in thailand, packed in argentina, sold in france, profits to america, money stored on a computer in the cayman islands. i can't sugarcoat it and say that's all that's at stake; people are definitely going to starve and drown and die of exposure; but that already happens every day in most of the world, right now. there are a million rohingya at the border of bangladesh, locals fleeing khartoum as the west airlifts out is nationals, people whose civilisations were crushed under the boots of empires and land destroyed to create the farmland and factories that are killing the planet. life for them goes on.

i mean, i get it. seeing the impending collapse of your society, everything you've known for your whole life being willfully destroyed, it's fucking devastating. we want to keep sitting here on comfortable couches with our gold and cobalt plated supercomputers sharing cat gifs on the hellsite. we don't want to have our civilisation taken away from us and be forced into brutal struggle to survive. it's going to fucking suck, it will be awful, and it will be (and already is) most destructive to the people who are already the worst off, which just sucks even more… and maybe your life is already bad enough that you don't think you can handle it getting worse. i mean, i've been suicidal since i was 14 and i've been through trauma and medical torture you wouldn't believe since then. i get it. you're scared, terrified even. existentially threatened. you don't know what you can handle and maybe you donn't wanna find out.

but here's the thing: the ONLY sensible thing you can do, now and going forwards, is prepare for it.

you wanna kill yourself when it gets hard? let's say sure, i agree with that. what's the threshold then, what's the limit? when will you kill yourself? the power grid going down? sewerage backing up? supply chains failing and being unable to buy food? from the comfort of the developed world, those all feel like exit points i can imagine many people taking as their out… but how long does it have to last before you know it's carbon-monoxide-party time? a month of no power, no flush, no food? a week, a few months, or a year? because it won't start that way.

it's not a meteor or volcano, it's a slow slide. some powerlines sagged so there's rolling blackouts every now and then, a few hours or a day at a time. pipes backed up a bit so pressure is reduced for a week until repairs are done. fires and plague have closed roads so shelves are bare and stores are limiting purchases on essentials this month. there will be bumps along the road before there will be any sort of definitive cliff where you can say "this is it, now is the time to kill myself". these bumps are already happening.

i really hope you can agree, it'd be absurd to be such a fatalistic doomer that you kill yourself instantly at the first blackout, dry tap, or closed grocery store; when you can't know if it'll be back up in a few hours or tomorrow or next week. these small disruptions are already happening right now, directly as a result of climate collapse, but we're still here, still living. if we're going to talk about suicide as a pragmatic option, you need a threshold, and wherever you set it, you'll have to get through what comes before. "i'll kill myself after a month with no grid" still means you gotta be ready for a week without it. you gotta prepare, even if you plan to not survive.

and i know it's overwhelming, i know. to look around and think about what is essential to keep you going, what you can sacrifice, how you can make it through. but you're not going to be doing it alone, everyone around you is going to be doing it with you. we're all going to be struggling through it, and based on how communities have responded in the last few years to a string of once-in-a-lifetime disasters here in my home of climate-fucked australia, i am certain that when the climate collapses around a group of people, they will form a community and help each other, no matter how selfish and mean of a country bogan (translation: redneck) they are. people will help each other; people already are helping each other.

because yeah, climate collapse will probably destroy modern civilisation… but so what? it's a neoliberal capitalist hellscape quickly plunging us into technologically enforced eternal authoritarianism… and like, not to be an accelerationist or anything, but here's that dark hope i mentioned: i'm kinda relieved by the thought that the infrastructure that enables it won't last this century. that climate collapse will force us out of these horrors, and back into real, interdependent community.

so do what you can to prepare, how you can, to make the little disruptions more bearable and comfortable. there's plenty of resources still available for off grid life, camping, home agriculture, and general self sufficiency out there on the still-existant internet, and more people are getting into it all the time - not just what you imagine when you hear "prepper". any skill you can develop, anything you can do to prepare, even if it's as simple as keeping extra shelf stable food and a jug of clean water around, anything you can do will help you materially and more importantly, mentally.

having some jerry cans of water and a small solar setup has been amazing for my mental health and anxiety! and as much as i'm putting material and energy into preperations, i'm also putting them into comfort, maybe even hedonism. collecting some cool lego, got some fancy synths i didn't need, making fucked up noise music with them. enjoying the sound of the neighbours' chickens, looking forward to the day "the world ends" and i can free-range my own on the council's nature strip and share the eggs with the pottery lady down the street. once you're prepared to survive a week of grid down, maybe you'll realise a month, a year, isn't so unbearable. maybe it starts to feel nice?

because i've been there, the suicidal grief. 2018 was absolutely the worst year of my life and i was sure i'd die being tortured in hospital, and coming out of that, in 2019, both the IPCC and ADF released incredibly bleak reports on climate collapse outcomes, and it all sank in. all the spare spoons i'd sunk into helping when i could, all the decades of scientists desperately warning, it all failed. the final warnings have been coming for years, with no change in course, it's happening. and i faced the realisation that my decades were limited, my time of comfort short, and i started despairing and grieving. i turned to what support systems i had, and they failed me. when my psych asked what i was so anxious about and i started explaining the climate reports, he tensed up and started asking diagnostic questions for dilusional psychosis. i went home and cried, i was sleeping on the couch in the junk storage room of my sharehouse because i'd let my own room fill up with so much trash that there was a distinctly organic smell of growth choking the whole place out. i was fucking done, my heart and body broken, there didn't seem to be any point in anything, not without a future. it's the closest i've been to killing myself since leaving home…

so i said, fuck it. i've got a tiny pool of cash from welfare backpay, and i bought a synth i wanted. it fucking rocked, and brought me so much joy, so i bought another, and another. no future to save for, anyway. i made some cool music, i never saw that psych again, i gave up on my drive for revenge on doctors and finding answers about my fucked up nervous system, why bother when the world is ending? and i made music. i can kill myself later maybe. i started loving myself more, because what's the point starving to death hating myself? i made music and got confident and cleaned my fucking room, bought a new mattress. i met a girl and took a chance and we fucked real good and i fell in love again. i moved out somewhere new and quieter and left a home of over a decade behind me, left parts of my identity behind me, moving forward and growing for the better. i have a family now, the first family that has ever loved me without expecting anything in return, and i love them with all my heart. i listen to the chickens, and watch leaves float down the storm water drain, and make cool music. yesterday i listened to a 14 minute track i made 6 months ago and almost cried, because nobody can make music that is so perfect for my tastes except me, and i brought it into existence. on the weekend i'm gonna set up the solar panel to keep the backup battery topped up, i use it to charge my phone and laptop, which the kids would call solarpunk and i'd call cool as fuck to have a solar powered laptop.

in 2019 i stared into the void and realised there is no real future for me, for human civilisation as we know it, and i grieved and processed… i almost killed myself, but i didn't, and the years since have been the best of my life, no question.

so, no. don't kill yourself, now or in 2025 or at any point until you can't handle the torture anymore. "graduation" sounds young, real young, even if it's tertiary. i'm creeping towards 40, and the age that "graduation" conjures makes me think that you've got a hell of a lot of potential left in you, for fun and stupidity, and growing up, and finding love and heartbreak, and your version of wierd-arse synth music.

so go out there, prepare, and enjoy.

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…..and for the love of all the false goddesses of the void, never, NEVER EVER again contact a random fucking blog on tumblr and ask if you should kill yourself. holy fuck buddy. the amount of pressure you put me under to deliver an emmaculately worded response that somehow talks you down from the ledge without lying, is way, way too much fucking pressure. i really hope you were being stupidly hyperbolic, but even then, Eris Fucking Kallisti Herself In Absurdist Pagan Blasphemy, so incredibly unacceptable to say to a stranger. i think you need a therapist, even if they do think you're catastrophising, because like. shit dude. this is abso-fucking-lutely not okay!

now go. prepare and enjoy.

(reminder that asker apologised and i have no hard feelings for a midnight despair ask)

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hoedamn-eron · 9 days

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mrs tillich's hot grandson

Your elderly neighbour, Mrs Tillich, is so lovely...as is her grandson.

Warnings: Mentions of dementia in a relative. Elderly relative needing a live-in nurse. Mentions of past military career. Sort of proofread, prone to mistakes. Word count: 1,714 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

What's this!? A one shot!? I'm sorry I've been gone for four weeks, I've been hyper fixating on Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit (it's taken 20+ years but I've finally watched them).

Your neighbour, Mrs Tillich, is a ray of sunshine.

She’s pushing on 100, she has a live-in nurse with her, and loves to be in her garden, which was when she usually caught you to have a chat, over the fence you share, usually when you were leaving for work or coming back. Honestly, you had no problem with speaking to her; as you said, she was everything that was good in this world, and she brightened your day.

You suspected she had some sort of dementia; she’s introduced herself to you multiple times, and repeatedly tells you about her ‘very good looking and single’ grandson.

“He’s a strapping young man,” she’d told you one day, giving you a wink. “He’s in the military, you know?”

You always smiled politely and told her that he sounded very interesting and maybe one day you’ll be introduced, but so far, you hadn’t met the guy.

You hope it’s the gentleman who visits her once a month, who gives you a polite nod if he ever catches your eye if you’re in your driveway. He’s a real silver fox and is always dressed so smartly. He makes your stomach do somersaults whenever his dark eyes meet yours. And God, that jawline.

Today’s forecast was sunshine all around, and you decided that it was the perfect opportunity to give your garden some TLC, and maybe even wash your car. You dress in light clothes, accommodating the hot weather outside and you step out. Your long-abandoned gardening tools were in your garage, and you had some old plant seeds from last year, gifted to you from Mrs Tillich. Hopefully, they would still be okay.

After gathering your things, you settle on your lawn and get work picking out the weeds and giving your garden a general tidy up. You bask in the sunlight, listening to the sounds of birds, and cars passing, and the sounds of the Johnson kids a few doors down, having a water fight from the sounds of it.

You’re so lost in your own world that you don’t realise someone has joined you.

“Hi.”

You jump and look up at the source of the voice.

It was him. The silver fox. He was stood on Mrs Tillich’s side of your adjoining fence, his arms crossed, and Christ, is it normal for a shirt to stretch like that over someone’s arms?

“H…hi,” you stammer before you clear your throat. Pathetic. “Hi.”

His gives you a small grin before he holds his hand out. “I’m William. But I usually go by Bill, you can call me Bill if you want.”

You stand quickly and make your way over. You shake his hand as you introduce yourself. You ignore the way your skin tingles as he shakes your hand.

“Nice to finally meet you,” he said, before crossing his arms again. Defensive guy. “We saw you – me and my grandmother – in your garden, and she told me I should introduce myself. She said you were friendly, and ‘single’. I apologise if she’s been a bit persistent.”

So he is the grandson!

You shake your head at his words, giving him a soft smile. “No, not, she’s…not at all. I enjoy chatting to her, she’s really nice.”

“She can be...” he says before going quiet, giving you a look as if he felt sorry for you, but also trying to placate you. “She’s a bit...you know.” he motions to his head.

“Really, you don’t have to explain yourself,” you say, giving a kind smile. “I don’t mind chatting to her, really.”

William nods at you and you both fall into an awkward silence. You bite the inside of your lip as you study him for a second. What do you talk about? You feel like you know this guy pretty well, thanks to your neighbour, but now he’s in front of you, you can’t think of anything to say.

So you blurt out the first thing that come to your mind that you remember about him. “So you’re in the military?”

He tenses, his jaw setting as he stares at you with a hard look on his face.

“Mrs Tillich mentioned you were...” you say, going quiet at the look on his face. “Never mind, I might have misunderstood - “

“I’m not in the military anymore,” William said quickly. “She gets confused, because...you know...” he motions to his head again.

You stand and chat some more before he says he has to get moving. He was nice; a little quiet and reserved, maybe, but polite. And a little awkward. He stared so intently as you talked, and it gave you butterflies. He tells you it was nice to meet you and he heads back inside the house. He sends you a wave goodbye when he leaves a few hours later.

He visits again sooner than you expect, just a few weeks later. He gives you a small wave with the usual nod this time as he pulls into her driveway. You give him a wave back, but you don’t stop to chat. You don’t know when he leaves.

He comes back again a few weeks after that, but you’re not home. You only know because Mrs Tillich tells you about it the next day. She mentions Bill asked about you, causing your cheeks to warm as you tell her, “That’s nice, I hope he’s doing well.”

She actually giggles at you.

He doesn’t visit again for another few months, which was odd. You couldn’t help but ask Mrs Tillich about it, and she giggles at you again. She explains he’d been busy.

“He travels a lot,” she said, but you’d gathered that yourself. “He still calls me every few days.”

When he does come back, you’re shovelling snow in your driveway. He drives carefully up his grandmother’s driveway before climbing out the car, wearing the warmest – and most expensive – looking grey coat. He gives you the nod and a wave in greeting as he walks towards Mrs Tillich’s house, and you give him a smile and a wave back.

Like the last time you saw him, he doesn’t stop to chat.

You can’t help but feel disappointed, and somewhat put off. Had you made a bad impression last time? You had made that comment about the military, and he didn’t seem too happy about it, maybe it was that? But you were only going off the information given to you.

Whatever, you didn’t know they guy, you shouldn’t feel so sad about it.

You continue to shovel the snow from your driveway, trying not to think about William Tell, but after a while, you’re shocked out of your reverie again.

“Hi.”

Just like in the summer, you jump, and you look at him, where he’s stood behind the fence with a small smirk on his face as he watches you, his hands in his pockets.

“Hi,” you say, stopping to face him.

“Been a while.”

“It has,” you say, giving him a nod.

He swallows, and it was so subtle you would have missed it if you weren’t watching him as intently as you were. Surely, he wasn’t nervous?

“I’d like to apologise,” he said after another moment of silence. “For last time. I’ve been told I can be a little intimidating and it comes off as rude. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

You shake your head at him. “I didn’t think you were rude at all.”

He gives an amused huff through his nose. “You don’t have to spare my feelings - “

“No, really, I thought...it was nice talking to you.”

You go quiet, and you stare at each other again in silence.

You can’t get a read on this guy. You can’t tell if he likes you or not. You’re not even sure if you want him to like you. He’s only your neighbour’s grandson, and sure, he’s good looking and has a nice-looking body from what you could see, but really, he doesn’t seem all that interested in you –

“I may be way off base here, and I apologise now if I’m wrong, but would you like to go out for dinner sometime?”

Oh. Maybe he is interested.

“Yes,” you say instantly, without even thinking.

“What?” he asks, his eyes widening a little, as though he wasn’t expecting you to accept his offer.

“What?” you asked back, eyes just as wide, because had you answered too quickly? Were you being too eager?

“You want to go out for dinner with me?” he asks again.

“Yes,” you say, immediately again.

“Okay,” Bill nods, before giving a small smile. “Okay. Okay, great.”

Your cheeks warm as you smile shyly. “Great,” you breathe.

You stare at each other for a while, and your insides feel all gooey. Then he’s looking at you expectantly, but you’re sure you’re just giving heart eyes to him. “So…can I have your number?”

“What?” you ask, blinking at him before your eyes widen in realisation. “Oh, yeah, yes!”

He hands you his unlocked phone and you place your number into it (you’ll deny your hands were shaking until your dying days). You send yourself a quick text and feel your phone vibrate in your pocket as you hand his phone back to him.

“I’m pretty much free most evenings and weekends,” you say, trying not to sound like too much of a loser.

Bill nodded at you with a smile. “I leave in a few hours, but I’ll be back to visit next week, so…I’ll call you later, we can arrange something?”

You nod. “Yeah, that’ll be great.”

He gives you a nod. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later,” you say as he turns and walks back into his grandmother’s house, but not before he turns back to look at you and gives you a wave.

You wave back.

You can’t stop smiling. And now your thoughts are filled with the forthcoming phone call about your date next week. What were you going to wear? Where would you go? He isn’t from round here, so maybe you could suggest a really good place. You’ll be cool, you’ll be collected, you’ll not throw yourself at him…you say as you shamelessly think about how much of a filthy kisser he might be…

#the card counter #william tell #william tell x reader #william tell x gn!reader #oscar isaac

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hi, can I ask for an angst with Larissa like maybe some sort of fight that ends with some accident like idk maybe a car one or sth and reader is in bad state at the hospital and Larissa cries and begs unconscious reader to not leave her and that she is sorry etc? And maybe the doc enters and says that reader had more luck than they think and she and the baby should be fine. And Larissa cries more with mixed feelings of guilt and happiness because they tried for a kid for a long time? I leave the ending for you ;* thank you ❤️

Don’t leave me| Angst

*Authors note~ my heart I sincerely apologise for what lays ahead.*

Trigger warnings~ angst car crash mentions pregnancy loss

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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Arguing with your lover was something you always hated, your anxiety would go sky high and your abandonment issues would flare up. But you'd had your fare share of arguments with Larissa but she'd always stayed. Never had she left during an argument, maybe another room but you always knew she would come back. And she always did until tonight.

You'd had the worst fight ever, really your missed your wife's presence but understood her job yet missing your anniversary was the last straw. You lots your cool and decided on a drive. You only wanted to clear your head but realistically getting in the car so upset wasn't the best idea. Of course rational thoughts weren't occurring for you so you indeed got in the car and drove from the shared house.

You don't remember what happened exactly but you remember the sounds of horns, and a blue car slamming into the drivers side of your car. The windows smashing around you as you lost your consciousness. Perhaps this was how it was meant to be. You didn't even get a chance to talk to Larissa, to give her the surprise but now you had killed your self and your daughter.

Larissa Weems went to find her lover, after all she didn't want this to happen, she didn't mean to hurt you. Wednesday Addams was causing her no end of grief and unfortunately you suffered the consequences of this. She knew you were in the right here but as soon as she heard the door slam shut she couldn't help the guilt eating her alive. Maybe that's why when you didn't return she began to pace and attempt to control her panic until her phone rang.

"Your wife's been in a car accident, unresponsive at the scene and is currently being taken to Jericho Hospital" replayed through the blondes head as she drove to you on autopilot. The last words she said wouldn't leave her brain and that's the last thing she wanted you to hear. And what about the baby? Oh god she couldn't lose the both of you. God what had she done? The what if situations driving her insane as her heart ached in the unknown. And the disappointment in herself rising with every passing second. If she just didn't spend so much time chasing after Wednesday Addams or if she made you feel special and loved more often then this wouldn't be happening.

Larissa wasn't known for patience, her status as headmistress of Nevermore often gained her access to things she typically wouldn't have, and that her connections with the mayor made it much more easy for her to obtain. It was no surprise that when the beautiful six foot three woman came barging in the doors that she was immediately directed to the room in which you lay unconscious and pretty badly bruised but no other signs of massive damage. The monitor attached to your beautiful bump showing that your precious baby was alive for now.

"We aren't sure if she'll wake up, and if that's the case then we need to operate and save the baby" the nurse informed your wife while you lay there willing your body to work. "I'm sorry baby! I love you so much. Please don't leave me. I'm so so so sorry sweetheart, you're my world. Our little sunshine is okay, their hearts beating away. Fight angel please I can't lose you. I'm so so sorry" she sobbed clutching at your hand as if it would some how make a difference.

God knows how long she sat there like that, crying and apologising to you, but the moment your eyes fluttered open and you immediately drew your attention to her hands on yours. "Ris?" You croaked out before your eyes found the monitor. "Sweetheart! I'm sorry I'm so so sorry I didn't mean to love, I can't lose you." She rambled as she grabbed some water to hopefully soothe your throat. After a small sip you couldn't help but murmur, "is she okay?"

"She? It's a girl" Larissa whispered which had you nodding with tears in your eyes, "it's what I wanted to tell you tonight, on our anniversary, that we are having a beautiful little princess." Larissa's hand soon found its way to cradle your daughters bump, "our little Dahlia Rae? I'm so in love with you" she murmured as you nodded in response, "I'm in love with you too baby, I'm sorry for fighting and driving upset. I'm so glad we are okay, to be with my favourite human ever."

You'd spent the past few days in hospital just for precautionary measures, but Larissa never left your side for a second. You thought maybe she'd relax once you made it home, but no you and Lia were treated like queens and even the night you gave birth, Larissa vowed to never make you feel anything less. She stood cradling the beautiful newborn, looking down at her with such and adoring smile you felt like your heart grew twelve sizes. One silly argument would never defeat the love you shared.

Word count~ 984

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#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #larissa x you #principal larissa weems #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #weems x reader #principal weems #weems #weems angst #anon requested

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minigirl87 · 1 year

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Lavender & Mint with Steven Grant

Steven Grant & FReader

Edited by @melodygatesauthor

Again, I really want to give a big thanks to @melodygatesauthor for all her her help and for editing this work. Also, for her encouragement to do it. I highly recommend you read her stuff it's so good. ❤️

I love the smell of lavender as it's calming, and I use this shampoo. It's a tea tree one (I have psoriasis), and I thought of Steven just being soft and needing some love ❤️ plus I associate certain smells with people and feelings, yep, I'm weird. Lol. Please enjoy and feel free to reblog and give any feedback.

Summary:

Steven has a bad day at work, which leads you to one on the boy's secrets regarding you. Steven needs love as he's soft and sweet.

Word count: 622

No warnings, SFW, Pure Fluff, Comfort, Kissing.

Steven, love, you okay ?” You asked already, knowing the answer.

You received a text from him earlier, “Hiya love. I’m so sorry, will be home late tonight. Works a bloody nightmare. Love you. S xx”- Poor Steven, you thought again as you closed the flat door.

There’s no reply, but you know he’s home as the lights are on, and there’s music faintly playing in the background. You hang your jacket up next to his. You gently smile to yourself as your hand brushes against the soft fabric.

You follow the music and discover Steven’s having a shower. Instead of scaring him half to death, you leave him be and decide to make some tea. After putting the kettle on to boil, you go to feed Gus II, and while passing the tv, you switch it on, leaving it on the History channel.

You reach up for yours and Steven’s favourite mugs, avoiding knocking down Marc’s and Jake’s. As the kettle whistles, Steven pads softly into the kitchen wrapped in a towel and drying his unruly wet curls. “Hiya Love” he says, wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. You feel him completely relax against you, as he let’s out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“You OK Love?” You say turning to face him.

You take his handsome face in your hands and rub your thumb across his jaw. Steven nuzzles into your palm, apologising for the stubble there. You look into his tired, but still beautiful chocolate eyes.

“I love feeling it, I love feeling you, love”. You kiss him softly, and Steven whimpers as a tear rolls down his cheek.

“I will be love, it’s..., it’s just work today was bloody hectic. And Donna, we’ll you know how she is.” You can see Steven’s upset, and you grab him and hold him till he calms down in your arms.

“Love. I’m sorry you had this happen to you love, is there anything I can do for you?.”Steven’s quiet for a moment looking at you, then he boops your nose and smiles.

“ I... “ he goes quiet again, looking behind you. You assume he’s talking to Marc and Jake as his head nods. “ Sorry, love. We’re so lucky to have to have you.”

You smile “I love you all, so much.”

With a love-struck look on his face, you tell him to go get changed, and you’ll sort the tea.

“What about you love?” he asks walking away,

“I’ll pour the water and come get changed Love”

After your both changed and comfy on the small sofa. A documentary starts about Cleopatra.

Steven gets himself comfy cuddling into you. Your arms are around his shoulders as he plays with your fingers. You’re just about to kiss the top of his head when you smell something familiar.

“Steven did you use my shampoo?.”

Steven’s cheeks heat up “Erm ... sorry, love. I was hoping you would be back before I got home. But you weren’t and I was upset, and I wanted something to comfort me”

You kiss his head, giving him a squeeze “so is that why you all smell my hair then?”

He tilts his head up softly smiling “yes Love. The smell of lavender and mint always reminds us of you.”

Smiling to yourself, you both snuggle closer together. You mentally take note to buy more shampoo, now confirming your suspicions. Steven gives your hand a squeeze, bringing you back to reality. You squeeze Stevens' hand back and feel lucky to have not one but three hearts that love you. And you love them to the moon and back.

@melodygatesauthor @my-secret-shame @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @campingwiththecharmings @welcometostayingawake @missscarlettangel @missdictatorme @steven-grants-world @jake-g-lockley

#steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant #moon boys #moon knight x reader #comfort #fluff #steven grant fluff

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lilydoeswrite · 20 days

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THE MERCILESS SIREN | CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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summary: It is the 66th Hunger Games when Oceana Fontaine is reaped as tribute, and at just thirteen years old, the odds are certainly not in her favour. As much as it is seen as an honour for Oceana to represent her district in the games, it is also practically a death sentence. But Oceana knows she needs to go home and is determined to, no matter how low her chances are and with the help of her mentors, she might just do that. But if she is to win, she will have to learn where her biggest strengths start to turn into her biggest flaws and weigh her options carefully as she starts making choices that pushes her morality and the lengths she will go to for love.

tags: slow burn (finnick x oc), violence, death, canon typical violence the usual stuff when it comes to the hunger games, weapons, not sure what else

“She’s alright!” Briar squeals loudly, smiling widely at me as Gill helps me sit up properly, passing me my flask of water as he encourages me to drink it. “You had us so worried, Oceana! Don’t you dare pass out again!”

“Sorry,” I apologise, slightly embarrassed as I open the flask, sipping some water. “Where’d you find the water?”

“Found a pond nearby,” Giselle smiles at me as I quench my thirst, “there’s a whole lot to the island worth exploring but don’t rush yourself, it’s important that you’re okay.”

It’s weird how caring they are towards me but I appreciate their kindness regardless. I take some food out of my bag to eat as I’m bombarded with a dozen questions on what had happened and if I was okay. I do my best to reassure them that I’m feeling better now although they don’t completely take my word for it, which is how I find myself stuck in the middle of the pack walking next to Gill who occasionally turns to look at me in order to ensure that I’m okay as we head to the pond.

It’s as if we’ve stumbled upon a sanctuary. Tall trees and bushes with flowers surround the pond as sunlight reflects off the pool which glimmered and shined under the sunlight. I wonder how Giselle had managed to find the pond with it so carefully concealed. We take a seat next to the water as we admire the swans which come and go. I'm holding onto my knife tightly until I’m assured that they aren’t Muttations of any sort– you can’t ever be too careful in the games.

Filling up my flask, I sit cross legged on the floor in the comfortable silence which fills the air. For one reason or another, the atmosphere is calming. “Are we going to hunt more or lay low?” I ask, looking at Briar who shrugs her shoulders.

“It depends, I guess,” She says as she sets up a snare, “perhaps we’ll just lay low for now and maybe tonight or tomorrow we’ll continue hunting. Al, Chase and I already searched the surrounding perimetre– no one here so far but they’re probably further into the island.”

I nod, looking at Gill who seems rather relaxed, throwing small rocks at the pond as it skips a couple times before plunging into the depths of the pond.

The calmness everyone seems to be experiencing right now seems too good to be true, there’s no way the Gamemakers don’t have another twist coming our way so I don’t manage to loosen up, even as the sun begins to set into yet another pretty sunset. I want to be able to admire the sky in peace right now as it looks just like a painting but I can’t seem to; I feel restless and jittery, and overall, just uneasy.

Everyone is talking excitedly about what they have in mind to try to form a plan for either tonight or tomorrow but I can’t help but think about how my short spell of passing out could harm my sponsorship chances. What if people thought of me as weak and incapable now? Surely, I can’t let them have such an impression of me. I need to redeem myself. “How about we go hunting tonight?” I say and everyone turns to look at me.

“Are you sure, Oceana?” Gill asks, “I mean, I’m sure it’s no problem but we just want to make sure that you’re alright.”

“I am, don’t worry,” I smile as he passes me a piece of squirrel meat for me to chew on. “Come on, I’m dying to get back into action, I’m sure everyone is.”

Silence fills the air as everyone now thinks of what to answer me until Briar breaks it, putting her arm around my shoulder, “that’s the spirit!” She says joyfully, “come on, guys! You heard the girl, let’s go!”

“I’m up for it,” Chase says, “but I’m not sure if that’ll be the smartest idea, we have no idea what this island will bring.”

“God, you’re starting to sound like Alvise,” Briar sighs, shaking her head.

Everyone goes back and forth for a while, debating– well more like arguing– if we should go hunting throughout the night or simply lay low. After a while, we finally come to a compromise– to simply repeat what we had done the previous night. Thirty minutes of arguing only to do the same thing as last night seems a little stupid but considering how much half of us wanted to hunt and how adament half of us were on laying low, I’m surprised we could even reach an agreement.

I feel tired and weak for no reason as I rub my eyes tiredly before splashing my face with some of the water from the pond. I stare at the pond which now reflects the moon which hangs gracefully in the sky as night creatures start to come out, the sweet singing of the birds now replaced with the occasional hoot as the swans continue to wade in the water. No tent is set up today and we simply rely on our sleeping bags as I unroll mine.

Then, the seal of the Capitol can be seen, the anthem catching our attention and all of us turn to look. The headshot of the girl appears, she’s from district twelve and then the Capitol seal reappears. This means that the boy Giselle had slashed is still somewhere alive and she groans in frustration.

“Oh come on!” Giselle exclaims, clearly frustrated that the boy somehow didn’t manage to succumb to death, “only one death?”

“Should’ve just finished him off, Giselle,” Chase remarks and Giselle remains quiet but grumbles something under her breath.

“I’ll take first watch,” Briar says, beckoning Alvise to come to sit next to her, “Giselle and Chase, you guys can go after me.”

“I assume Gill and I will take the last one,” I say and Briar nods.

“You need as much rest as you can get,” she pats my head like I’m a child, which I suppose I am compared to her as she’s eighteen– close to Aurora’s age. “Go get some sleep.”

I nod and tuck myself into my sleeping bag as I try my best to let my muscles relax. It takes me a second to realise the chances of me getting decent sleep is zero to none. But, unlike in the Capitol where I could run off to the balcony, I have to try to force myself to sleep. Any fatigue would be seen as weakness– not to mention that the image the Capitol audience has of me is surely tainted now. I’m more than frustrated with myself, how could I be so stupid to let myself pass out? Surely I could’ve sucked it up. Or maybe I could’ve done something to avoid it. Did I just make Finnick and Coral’s job of getting me sponsors harder? What if I’m unable to get sponsors now? I take a deep breath in to calm myself down before I force myself to shut my eyes and try to come up with something to think about but don’t manage to.

I’m staring up at the starry night sky now as I listen to the occasional rustle of the trees and hoot of an owl, trying to make shapes out of the outline of the sky. I’m trying to recall the constellations Finnick had taught me about but don’t manage to, so I'm stuck trying to make sense of their odd shapes and figures. It’s about time when my eyelids start to feel heavy and my muscles start loosening up, my body feeling less tense as I shut them, hoping to finally drift off to sleep.

“Oceana,” Gill whispers as he shakes my body gently.

“What?” I ask, rubbing my eyes as I sit up, “is it time for our watch?”

I manage to make out the rough shape of him nodding and nod back, dragging myself out of the comfort of my sleeping bag and sit next to him, leaning against a tree. I’m still in a slight daze so I wash my face with the cold water from the pond and I’m awakened almost instantly. I let out a sigh and look at Gill who seems to be thinking about something. “What’s on your mind?” I ask.

“A lot,” he remarks, chuckling, “I hope my family is okay, mostly.”

“Yeah,” I simply say, “anything else?”

“Well, you scared the hell out of me when you passed out,” he laughs as he recounts the scene to me, “but at least you’re alright now.”

“I probably made myself look weak,” I scoff at myself, “I’ve got to find a way to redeem myself somehow. I hate to think how hard it is for Finnick and Coral to get me sponsors now.”

“Easy,” Gill shrugs, “we’re going hunting later, anyways.”

“Yeah,” I nod in agreement and silence falls once again. “I just hope I can go home.”

“You can, Oceana,” Gill says, “you’re probably the one that has the best shot out of all of us.”

I’m surprised by his comment, I had the best shot? Even compared to him who got an eleven on his training score? “Really?” I ask.

I don’t believe it. I can’t believe it.

I can hear him let out a sigh, “Yes.” He says, pausing to think before continuing to speak, “you’re the best with weapons out of all of us and you can be smart with your strategies. I heard of your original plan after we agreed to team up, the fact that I know you could’ve pulled it off even then says a lot, Oceana.”

“Who told you?” I ask, looking at him curiously.

“Coral told Dover after and Dover told me. I wasn’t supposed to know, and I wasn’t supposed to tell you that I knew but, here we are, I guess,” he laughs. “Just like how Finnick wasn’t supposed to get close to you.”

“What?” I ask, my voice soft and laced with confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Look, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but I’m probably going to die, so what’s the point in keeping secrets,” he says with a slightly cheerful undertone although I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. I hope he is. I hope he realises how good his chances are. “When Finnick wanted to check up on you after your private assessment with the Gamemakers, Coral got mad at Finnick when she realised how close you two got and told him to distance himself a little– to be fair, it’s true. The worst thing would be getting close and attached to the tribute you mentor only for them to die. Finnick got really angry, to say the least.”

I try my best to process Gill’s words. Did that explain the look Coral shot Finnick after? I wonder what they will be saying to each other now after the whole incident today. I hope I haven’t let either of them down. That’s the last thing I want. “Oh,” I muster out.

“But that’s besides my point,” he shakes his head, “my point is that, Oceana, you’re better than you think you are. You’re both skillful and smart. The only thing anyone can really fault you on is having too much compassion. If there’s anyone that’s going to come out of these games as a victor, it’s you. Believe in yourself, Oceana.”

“Thanks, Gill,” I try to hide my smile but I can’t. It’s nice that someone as skilled as him thinks that I’m indeed good enough to be a victor. Though, it’s the same as all the other compliments– it’s no use if I don’t actually have faith in myself because at the end of the day, though they are nice words, the nice words won’t do anything for me except for boosting my ego, I’m the only one that can do something about my fate in these games.

We continue to talk to each other for a while, our voices filling the air as we talk about home; continuing to learn about one another before it’s time to wake the others up. I roll my sleeping bag up and stuff it in my bag before taking a drink of water and refill my flask as Gill goes around waking the others up. I check my holster which is hidden by my jacket, all my knives and daggers still placed neatly. I take one out and admire it, looking at the moon through the reflection of the blade until I hear my name being called. I grip onto my knife tightly, I have to be prepared to take my chance while I can.

“Alright, let’s go,” Alvise says as he slings his bag onto both of his shoulders.

For the amount of sleep they’ve gotten, Giselle and Briar are far too excited to go hunting but a part of me tries to understand their excitement. It’s a new island which means new discoveries and encounters, which can either be for the better or the worse. We’re mostly familiar with the terrain as it’s similar to the previous forest except for the fact it’s less steep and that it’s by far prettier– even at night as we watch fireflies fly past us in awe.

“It’s really pretty here,” I smile at Briar who hums in agreement as we walk through the forest.

The further we go, the more magical it is and the excitement which was starting to die down comes back up when we hear a rustle in the bushes. All of a sudden, we’re all gripping onto our weapons and staying still, trying to find who or what was making the noise. I scan the distance and come across a sleeping horse, it’s eyes looking at me as it remains silently. Then, I’ve taken out my knife. That is no horse, that’s not how their eyes look like. That’s another tribute.

I see panic flash in their eyes once we’ve realised each other and I set off running in their direction, sprinting as fast as I can as whoever this is, they’re quick.

“Oceana!” I can hear Gill shouting my name as they run after me, but I’m far too concentrated on catching the tribute who’s running in a winding path before she trips on a rock and falls down onto the ground. Before she can scurry away, I’ve pinned her down with my knife in hand.

“Not that easy” she says as she kicks me, taking me off by surprise as I nearly fall to the ground before she attempts to grab the knife out of my hand. To give her credit, she’s daring. We’re in a full blown fight by the time I hear the footsteps of the rest of the pack, throwing punches at each other as she continues to wrestle the knife out of my hand. She’s given me bruises to last for days by now but so have I.

“Finish her off!” Briar shouts, throwing her spear our way which causes the tribute to flinch in fear as she lets go of my hand to avoid it. I know what Briar is doing and so I take advantage of it, using the split second to throw a knife at her. I’m not sure where I should aim so I aim for her chest and the next thing I know, my knife is plunged into her flesh.

“Well done!” I hear Gill shouts and I smile at myself, a sense of pride washing over me.

I’ve done it, I’ve redeemed myself.

She looks at me, eyes wide and glossy as she stumbles to the ground, her eyes gazing down at the knife and then at me, blood flowing out relentlessly as tears start to fall. I stare at her, swallowing my saliva thickly as I calm my breathing.

I’ve done it, I’ve killed another one.

I want to tell her that I’m sorry and a million other words that I know won’t fix what had just happened but the next thing I know she’s on the forest floor, all the colour drained out of her face as she lies as blood drenches her clothes.

What have I done?

author's note: HEY GUYS!! IM BACK (for real this time i swear)!!! sorry for not being so active in my updates, i've just been really overwhelmed with school and everything, especially now that i'm applying to go to boarding school, so things have just been really busy and hectic. i've also had massive brain fog and i've had problem focusing which doesnt help that much, but finally, i've managed to finish writing chapter eighteen which means i can put chapter fifteen out!! i promise i'll try to update as often as i can, it's just that my writing pace has really decreased so im trying to get it back and my momentum as well <33 i hope you guys can understand! as always, constructive criticism is always welcomed and if you like this, please consider to reblog or comment, it'll mean the world to me! thank you for reading <3

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berry-messy-scribbles · 1 year

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Lend me a helping hand

Pairing: Jesse Pinkman x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Jesse Pinkman attend the same class back in high school days. One day both of you become study buddies after Walt decides to pair you up to help him with chemistry. Little does he know that you two won’t pay much attention to textbooks, as a mutual crush begins to unfold.

Words: 3,131

Tags: SFW; gender-neutral reader; general fluff that turns a little angsty in the process but don’t worry it ends on a light note; reader and Jesse are younger due to this being set in his high school times.

Warnings/triggers: curse words; mentions of smoking cigarettes and drug use.

A/N: Reader’s implied favourite subject is chemistry so the plot can include Jesse’s trouble with White’s class and having him assign you as Jesse’s tutor.

“ This is my first piece ever writing Jesse so I apologise in advance if it seems out of character but we can all agree that our boy deserves more loving.” - Mod Berry

Ever since childhood, your eyes were set on an academic pursuit and it certainly didn’t change in your high school years. But the effort wasn’t just for any other subject than your beloved chemistry, which took up so much of your free time. Staying up all night to pass Mr White’s exams with flying colours wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with. All those sticky notes and underlines made with fancy markers in vivid colours present in your textbook were a plain sign, that you struck to be one of the smartest if not the smartest in class. One of your classmates specifically caught your eye – no other than the troublemaker by the name of Jesse Pinkman.

After all, you've been taking the same class for over a year now so you observed all sorts of shenanigans unravel. He’s mostly known as that one kid that always has some snarky comments ready and is an absolute menace to the teacher. At first, it would be making paper planes to throw at Mr White. Gradually it evolved to him drawing caricatures of the old bald man on the whiteboard with captions such as “Sit on an Erlenmeyer flask dick”. The doodle obviously showed in detail a figure of him sitting on the described object. It led to many visits to the principal’s office. Even after all this time you barely have spoken to each other, maybe besides the occasional “Can I borrow a pen” moments.

It seems as no surprise that when this certain student known for not caring about anything really, had you assigned as his study buddy. That is why one day after class Mr White decided to pair you up as study partners.

“Y/N you surely know of Pinkman. The one that barely makes any effort? I told myself if I can’t get through to him with my lectures that maybe someone his age would. I am sure that he could use a positive influence like you.”

He then murmurs to himself while looking outside the classroom “Maybe then he’ll make something out of himself.”

You never understood why he was so hard on Jesse, sure he wasn’t an easy student but immediately shutting him down as a hopeless case seemed too harsh for you. Either way, you decided to help him.

“Don’t worry sir. I am sure Jesse and I will get along just fine.”

But fine was the last word you would use to describe this situation, in fact, it was one of those times when you weren’t sure how to react. On one hand, you two barely spoken to each other. On the other hand, you were eager to chat about your favourite subject. But what other thing were you supposed to talk about really? Your only similarities ended in attending the same class and that fact certainly didn’t make it any easier. However the next day you gathered as much confidence as you could when you approached him after class.

‘‘Hi, Jesse. I don’t mean to bother you but -”

You are then interrupted midsentence by Jesse.

“Uh Hi Y/N right? Look I know what this buzzkill Mr White told you but you don’t need to do all that teaching me crap. ”

“Okay wait wait, don’t be silly now. It’s not a problem for me at all. In fact, I’m glad I can finally ramble to somebody about chemistry, haha and maybe just maybe I’ll be able to change your mind about it” you respond with a smile.

That smile certainly caught Jesse off guard by how pretty it looked on your face. He felt strange? Were you doing this out of pity for him or were you seriously this kind? He wasn’t sure but decided to continue the conversation playfully.

“Pff I’d like to see you try. Anyways Mx teacher when and where are we going to have our first study session?”

“Already with formal titles, I see. Hmm since it’s a nice day outside so would you like to have our first study session in the library? I promise I won’t make it as boring as it sounds.”

“Geez, I don’t know. Do you seriously see me as the kind of guy who regularly goes to libraries? You flatter me Y/N but I hate to break it to you the librarian is probably going to have a heart attack when she sees me.”

“Come on now I don’t think there is a “kind of person” - it is for everyone. Whether you want to admit it or not the library lady will see you just as another plain guy. Or are you scared of being called a nerd huh? you teased him.

“Whatever. So are we going or what?”

That’s how your weekly chemistry study sessions started out. In the beginning, it would be at Albuquerque’s public library, where you two spent time together. It is worth mentioning that the first time you were there the old librarian lady Judith made an embarrassing remark at the time:

“Y/N dearie it is so nice to see you again but who could that young man be? Oh are you two perhaps...”

“Study buddies. We’re study buddies! Yup, nothing more than that haha.” you quickly responded as you didn’t want to make Jesse feel uncomfortable. Hoping that he didn’t catch your face flush bright red for a moment there, you headed to the quiet area with a spare desk and quickly took out your books.

Those study sessions over time evolved into more casual hangouts such as going to a park, café and so on. Sometimes they would also include obligatory smoke breaks or buying sweet treats for later. There was this one time when you both went out to grab some doughnuts beforehand and Jesse had to get himself the popular pink glazed doughnuts, which resulted in one of your puns:

“Ah, so your last name obliges you to buy them? Huh, Pinkman? Get it?”

“All that time spent buried in the books and it is the only pun you could come up with? Shame on you Y/N shame. To think an egghead like you would get more creative.”

“Oh shut up we’ll see how creative you’re gonna be when we will be solving tasks from the textbooks and workbooks I have.”

Something you began to look forward to during your week was seeing Jesse. He seemed as if he could listen to you for hours and hours. That is why you began to feel comfortable around him - like you could finally be yourself around somebody else. It can be said that he was your best hypeman by saying things such as “Yeah Science bitch!” or “Right on!” even when you explained the most mundane of things. There was this one time when you let yourself go and started ranting about your hobbies such as writing and reading books ( or whatever you like to do in your free time, he’ll be so supportive anyways ) so when you finally realised you were getting distracted you quickly added the following:

“Oh sorry I’m just used to people not caring about my special interests or straight up finding it annoying.”

“Are you kidding? Fuck them. I’d like to get to know you more, other than the fact that you are a huge nerd. Also, I think you’d make a great teacher or something because hey you’ve managed to make me pay attention."

That response definitely warmed up your heart.

On the surface, both of you seemed like total solar opposites but maybe that’s why you two connected so well. As you often put it in your mind “positively charged objects attract negatively charged objects”. Jesse would probably groan at the thought that you had to compare your friendship to some nerdy topic. During that time, you noticed that there was so much more to Jesse than people thought. For instance, his notebook had pages that were entirely covered in drawings of figures done in a comic book art style, some of which were superheroes while the others were villains. Initially, Jesse was nervous that you found them but then all that doubt disappeared when he was smothered in positive feedback from you. You eagerly asked about their names, superpowers and origin stories and then proceeded to listen to his explanations with joy in your eyes. That alone made Jesse feel so weak around you - you were actually interested in spending time with him and in what he wanted to say ( and by god we all know how much he needs that in his life ).

Up to this point, you didn’t realise that you started to develop feelings towards Jesse, but when he didn’t show up at your usual meeting spot you immediately started to worry. It’s not as if Jesse wouldn’t let you know if something bad happened, because he had felt sick before. The significant difference is that he always called or texted when he couldn’t make it. This time however it was total silence. At first, you tried calling him, then you moved on to texting multiple messages saying “Are you alright? Did something happen?” followed by “I hope everything is okay Jesse text me whenever you can”. You weren’t sure if you were overreacting a bit, but you didn’t care – the most important thing was his well-being. Time passed and it has been a week since your last message and there was no sign of him at school either. Now you were certain that something felt off… Maybe that’s why you decided to take matters into your own hands when you visited the Pinkmans’ residence. You were more than thankful, that you remembered where it was located since Jesse never really invited you over. The only time when you two were near his house he’d quickly brush it off as if he didn’t want to attract your attention to it. When you arrived and knocked on the door a short blonde woman opened. She was clearly confused by your presence.

“Can I help you with something? I don’t believe we have met before?”

"Oh hi, you must be Jesse’s mother. My name is Y/N nice to meet you, I am Jesse’s friend.”

It was strange to call him that since you weren’t sure if Jesse considered you his friend, but you certainly considered him to be yours. A small shocked expression appeared on her face, however before she could say anything you continued:

You didn’t quite understand her passive-aggressive response. At the same time, she was glad that you thought about her son but also said something about being an “unusual” friend of his. What did she mean by that? Was she trying to insult you or her own son? You thought that to yourself but decided to shrug it off as there were more important things right now.

“Listen Mrs Pinkman I am so sorry to bother you but Jesse hasn’t been responding to my messages for the past week and he also wasn’t at school so I wanted to make sure that he’s okay.”

“Hmm I have to say you don’t seem like Jesse’s usual kind of “friend”, but it’s nice that you worried about him. Pleasure to meet you too.”

“Listen Jesse has been lately um I am not sure how to put it...”

The older woman seemed at loss for words. To your surprise at that moment a taller older man came up behind Mrs Pinkman, which you suspected probably was Jesse’s father.

“Is there a problem here dear?” and then Mrs Pinkman had to assure him there was none but also had to explain why you were here in the first place.

“Oh, you are here for Jesse huh? Well then colour me surprised, to say the least. About our son - you’ll understand what my wife wanted to tell you in a moment. How about I show you his room, then you can go ask him yourself.”

The tension in that conversation caught you off-guard. For some reason, both of them seemed angry inside but they covered it in their nice suburban behaviour. Before you could even properly react to that exchange of words they both walked into their house, gesturing you to follow them.

They stopped at the door, which you could only assume belonged to Jesse’s room. His father then proceeded to knock on the door while saying “Jesse you have a visitor.” and then both left you alone in awkward silence while standing outside his room.

A couple of minutes passed and then you heard a loud thud and steps of someone approaching the door. Then the door swung right open followed by:

“Uh. I didn’t want you to see me like this Y/N.” Jesse sighed.

The room looked as if a tornado came through - all his belongings scattered on the bedroom floor. From his usual baggy clothes, beanies and a used bong to boxes of frozen pizza with few slices left untouched. The air in the room was heavy and the atmosphere was even heavier when you noticed Jesse nervously looking at you in the doorframe.

You have never seen Jesse in that state before. His usual entrancing blue eyes were all red. Not only that but it appeared that even weighty eyebags began to show on his face. Jesse anxiously held his arm around you. He was so afraid that sooner or later you would witness him like this. He expected the worst to come from your mouth and was preparing himself for the harsh reality of that situation to unfold, but then he heard a quiet sob coming from you.

“I was so worried that something bad happened to you. I am so glad that you are okay you asshole!” you immediately hugged Jesse.

“But um Jesse what happened? Is there something that worried you so much, which lead to this state?” you gestured at the room and him.

Jesse was knocked-out at that moment. Out of all the reactions he suspected he would get from you a warm embrace wasn’t on that list.

“Next time check your goddamn phone you hear me? A simple “I am alive” would be great you know?” you quickly added as you let go of that hug.

“I don’t want to come off as nosy or anything but just so you know you can always talk to me. I’ll make sure to be of help to you.” you added.

Jesse was absolutely stunned at that moment. Nobody ever cared about him that much and you didn’t even judge him? You didn’t think of him less after witnessing him at his worst? After all of that, you still wanted to know what was wrong? What exactly was happening? He finally responded:

“Heh I don’t know what to say Y/N. Look for the past few days I haven’t been feeling very well. You probably met my parents - we don’t exactly get along.” before he could finish that sentence he made sure to close the door so they wouldn’t hear what he says.

“So about a week ago they found my secret stash and went fucking crazy. It wasn’t only about that oh no no no. Mrs and Mr Perfect had to bring up my shitty grades and how I will never amount to anything. Parents of the year huh? After that, the only thing I knew would make me feel good is smoke some weed and spend time alone. My buddies suggested meeting up but I wasn't feeling like it. I just felt like a burden to everyone I have ever met."

"God and the fact that this dickhead White told my parents I was a lost cause was just a cherry on top of that shitshow." he added with frustration building inside him.

Seeing Jesse in that vulnerable position made you even more motivated to comfort him. You carefully started:

"First of all you are certainly not a burden, how could you even think that for a moment? Look even if your parents are acting like assholes towards you they don't define your worth. "

"I am so sorry that your parents and White told you those awful words but if you asked me I think you are pretty great. Sure you aren't the best at certain things but you are getting better each and every single day. If it makes any real difference to you I'm rooting for you, Jesse."

"And hey just a friendly suggestion when you do succeed you can rub it in their face you know? That certainly is something to look forward to right?"

That made Jesse chuckle a bit.

"Thanks, Y/N. I am very glad that you came here."

"No problem at all. Say do you need any help with cleaning your room? And before you say you don't want to make me do your chores I don't mind and also I insist."

Even if he said no you would help him so after that you and Jesse got up to start cleaning his room and of course had some more heart-to-heart conversations while doing so. It brought you two closer than ever and you both realized that your feelings were more than friendship.

Since that day some time passed and your first study sessions came faster than expected. Jesse was so happy that he could finally spend more time with you and so were you. You took your usual path to the library and sat in an empty desk. This time you decided to start with organic chemistry, in particular, a topic revolving around saccharides. Before you could explain anything Jesse asked you:

"So today we are doing what? Saccharides? What a mouthful. Why do eggheads always come up with the most idiotic names instead of calling it oh I don't know... something anyone can say outloud?"

"Pff you can always just call them sugars you know. It is still a correct nomenclature so feel free to use that one."

"Yeah but I would rather call you sugar." he responded without a second thought.

"Wait what did you say?" you felt blood rush to your face.

Silence fell between you two. Expression or sheer shock on both of your faces. Jesse couldn't believe he said that out loud. The silence was then broken by him coughing and finally adding:

"Y/N I didn't mean to make any of this awkward I just... I just think that you are sweet."

"Well if that makes any difference I think you are cute too Pinkman." you responded and softly placed a kiss on his lips.

Truth be told that day you didn't do any of the material you had planned in advance. The only chemistry that was on your mind was between you and Jesse.

#breaking bad x reader #jesse pinkman x reader #jesse pinkman fanfiction #jesse pinkman fanfic #breaking bad fanfiction #breaking bad fanfic

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daydreamingatnight209 · 2 years

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“New Love”

Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader

Warnings - Mentions of injury and loss/death but with fluffy ending 💕

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With all the drama in the morning, I did not expect my day to get any better. Running late from the minute I woke up to having car trouble and catching the bus in a storm seemed to set the tone for the day.

Apologising to Marion and the other staff, I rush into the sliding doors of the Chastain Park Memorial Daycare.

“Wow whoa, you look … well” Conrad laughs as he drops of his daughter Gigi, through those same doors.

Gigi looks up at her dad, scolding him for laughing at her teacher which makes Conrad smile grow wider.

He holds his hands up in defeat, wishes his daughter a goodbye and sets himself off to work on the floors below.

My luck continues to run downhill as the day goes on as I begin to feel weak, nauseous and the people in front of me start to spin.

I try to keep myself steady and on my feet as things slowly start to fade.

I hear Gigi call for her father, right before I lost my footing, instead of hitting the floor like expected I fall against something hard, something solid.

“You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes love”

Was the last thing I heard from Conrad before I gave up trying to keep my eyes open.

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Reawakening again was an experience, I’ve always hated being ill and despite working in a hospital I can’t say I ever liked them.

As I slowly gather my bearings I see a familiar face coming towards me.

Conrad knowing my history and how I feel about being cooped up in certain environments, gets straight to the point.

“ Look, I know you hate being sick, but you need to let me care for you.”

I can’t help but scoff at this “I’m not sick Conrad, I just felt lightheaded and fell”

“I’ll be the judge of that” he answers.

Just as I’m about open my mouth to speak again I hear a small voice behind us both.

“Is Y/N going to be okay daddy?”

I look over and see little Gigi with panic written across her face. My heart broke for her, being best friends with her mom meant that I’ve seen her from the day she was born, to mourning Nic’s death to who she is today.

I try to give her a smile as she comes running up to my bed. Her dad spends time to comfort her before sending her back up to daycare with one of the nurses and then off to check my results.

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After checking in on his daughter after everything she has seen this morning, next on Conrad’s list was to seek out Bille to confirm Y/N’s results after having her admitted.

He had to admit this morning had been rough on him, He had known Y/N though Nic and she had become a valuable part of his life and in raising Gigi. Seeing her so vulnerable, panicked him and he has spent the rest of that time chasing away that unfamiliar feeling.

He couldn’t lose you like he lost his wife.

Finally locking eyes with Bille, his move faster beneath him to find the answers he needed.

Billie, who already knew what Conrad was after passed him the iPad with Y/N’s information open.

“Her CT scans and Nero exam are all clear. She’s all okay”

Conrad fought the urge to hug his colleague as he releases a ragged breath, fighting his legs which threaten to give out before him.

While it was common for Conrad to care and fight for his patients, this reaction was new even for him but it didn’t take long for Billie to come to the conclusion.

“How long have you been in love with her?”

Conrad looks up with a confused expression, his eyes fighting some sort of internal battle.

“Conrad is okay. You are allowed to find love, it’s what Nic would of wanted for you. You know that”

Hawkins knew that Billie was right but he just wasn’t sure if he was ready yet. Even if he was falling in love with the preschool teacher.

There was only way to find out.

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After what felt like an agonising wait, Conrad finally reappeared to give me the all clear and out of pure joy and instinct I grabbed onto him and pushed him into a hug.

What I didn’t notice at first what how Conrad didn’t fight or pull away, in fact he settled into the hug and closed his eyes, just enjoying the embrace.

Something in my mind told me that he needed that hug more then I did. I stayed with him calmly until he was strong enough to pull away.

“I … I umm… I was thinking we could…”

He couldn’t get his words out and was visibly getting frustrated.

I brought myself to his face and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I would love too” I whispered.

“One day at a time” he whispered back, his throat threatening to close up on him as I see tears in his eyes.

I made a promise to myself to do my best and always honour his love for Nic.

“Daddy is Y/N going to be new mommy?”

For the second time that day, Gigi has snuck out of daycare to come find her dad.

Realising that Conrad hadn’t gotten full control of his emotions just yet I decided to take over.

“No sweetie your mommy will always be your mommy, I’m just an extra special friend to your daddy” I try to explain, gently.

“Is that why you two was kissing?” She asks innocently as heat rises to my cheeks.

“Erm yes, is that okay?”

Gigi nods with a smile that matches that of her fathers one earlier on today and jumps on the bed to join the pair of us.

“I wouldn’t mind having two mommies, I just want daddy to be happy again” she says, hugging Conrad, giving her consent to the potential blossoming relationship.

Today may of started terribly but it doesn’t mean it ended that way…

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fumblingmusings · 1 year

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francis and matthews relationship is so interesting cause in the show at least francis is more supportive than arthur for the most part but he still frames himself as the cool older brother you can get advice from and absolutely NOT a father.

It's really hard to say because we have so little 1 on 1 panel time of Francis and Matthew versus him and Arthur.

I tried to find the original strips but I think most of the Birz ones have been wiped from online so orz if I have missed any important Arthur/Matthew/Francis ones apologies...

But I remember that the earlier strips which was all mini Canada tales were so hilariously mean spirited - everyone forgets him, people sit on him, Alfred is just glib and pushy and awful, and Kuma is also just like... ragging on the poor guy. But at least Arthur apologises to him (rare show of an Englishman admitting he was wrong) whilst Francis implies that everything that sucks about Matthew is the bits that ties him to Arthur. And also in another strip Arthur is the only one who notices he's not there????

Like okay fine in the early ones he can't remember who's missing but at least he feels Mattie's not there. However, yeah, Francis another time does remember him and quite sharply chides Arthur for it, even though in the G8 one Francis didn't have a clue.

I do love the arguments between the brother's though, fucking brutal.

The modern strips are a bit different, with Francis paying lip service to being Canada’s protector only to give up after 15 minutes. Compared to Arthur who immediately proclaims himself to he Matthew's family, gets in a right messy state fighting for him, asks after his emotional welfare during the War of 1812, makes Matthew homemade marmalade, and is apparently very content to have the baby sleep on his lap to pass the afternoon. And its sort of like, no wonder Matthew stays with Arthur. The guy who is the first person to see him as a baby and not a set of resources. Not historically accurate perhaps but the nations aren't mean to represent their governments or politics really. The way Arthur treats Alfred and Matthew does not match up with English Imperial Policy in the slightest.

Babies...

This is versus Francis, who says, if I win, I will let you be my little brother. I don't know. I think there's a distinction there. Arthur goes from now on you're mine. Francis is just a smidge more conditional. Though to be fair to Francis, Arthur had won when he made that pronouncement half dead on the floor so... pedantry.

I like the comparison between Arthur proclaiming to be Alfred's family - which he almost immediately rejects even as a baby and then again upon independence and again in WWII - versus Matthew where Matthew is like yep. I'm your family. Ride or die. Becoming the man who looms over Arthur's back like a spectre. And he sticks with Arthur enough where Arthur thinks of him as his only comfort following Alfred leaving (wooft more apologies from the Englishman... when it rains it pours, eh), and enough to try and bring Alfred home for Arthur's sake (I cannot find this one... but it's the box of food he sends to tempt Alfred... it must have been in the published volumes) and enough to kick Alfred out again for Arthur's sake.

He's not like Oz and NZ who still refers to Arthur as a big brother, but he's always been more formal. But it's pretty much confirmed that Arthur loves Matthew just as (almost?) as much as Alfred, it's just Alfred will not be ignored so it comes across as if Arthur doesn't.

This may just be a bias - Arthur and Matthew have more strips together by a country mile so you know what his relationship is like with Arthur, and... it's pretty good. And with things like in modern day NZ still calling Canada big brother even though that imperial connection isn't really there anymore... I think he got a lot more validation and a social net with Arthur then he did with Francis.

But I suppose it's like... how much do you say the old strips are still in play, since no-one has forgotten about Matthew in like... ten years at this point. Also, to be fair to Francis, Arthur also is explicitly not a father in canon either. It's just fun to drag out these threads right?

I need more Francis and Matthew interactions, is what I'm saying.

#hetalia #hws england #hws america #hws canada #hws france #arthur's parenting #francis' parenting #canon #op #q&a #headcanon #this is all over the place apologies

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hi ari i do have a question - how do u imagine the giratina wings would work .. like would they be solid .. trying to imagine lunadri cuddling with the wings in the way

Hello friend!!! Thank you very much for this question ^-^ (I apologise for how long my answer ended up becoming ;w;)

To answer your questions/comments succinctly:

The wings work a bit weirdly because they're to do with the original Giratina, which I'm saying was Reborn-Shiny because so is the Arceus (I think). ..Don't ask me how she got tied up with it in the first place.

They are more spectral than properly solid, but you can still feel them (putting your hand through them will make it feel numb though, and it also feels weird to Adriana, so perhaps don't do that). They look more solid when she's in a New World.

We can work around them! It basically just means Luna can't hug Adriana from behind without needing to take them into account, but.. everything else is theoretically on the table. So, I like to think that works out ^-^

Okay, now for my actual initial very long-winded response to this.

Hmm.. I will admit that I hadn’t considered this. I think it would make sense if Adriana’s wings were at least somewhat non-solid, in that, like.. most things can pass through them, but with some resistance, to the point that you can probably push something through them quite easily, but if you just sort of threw something at them then it would probably just lose too much momentum and fall. Adriana will feel it if something goes into or through her wings, though (at least after they become fully apparent, which happens after the Giratina quest in postgame. Specifically:

Only Anna is able to see Adriana's wings to begin with, similarly to the other traits she perceives others as having (like Taka's own wings or Cain's pitch-black eyes), and Adriana cannot see or sense them whatsoever. However, Anna never properly specifies what they actually look like, just insists that she has them.

After becoming void-kissed (so, after the Glass Workstation), Adri starts very vaguely being able to sense her wings occasionally, and they also start sometimes appearing in glimpses in her shadow. Other than that, no-one else can see or sense them, though Luna definitely does her best to accommodate them from here on out, regardless. It still isn't clear what type of wings they are. (Note that it's after becoming void-kissed that Adriana starts being able to perceive others as Anna does, so this means that this occurs with the exception of herself.)

Whenever she is confronting Umbral Trainers or Anomalies, Adriana becomes more aware of the presence of her wings, but is generally too caught up with what is going on in the moment to properly dwell on it like she wants to - and most New World areas are so shadowy that she can't really tell if they're constantly there in her shadow or not.

The moment her wings finally become visible and tangible to everyone is the same moment in which Anna starts mistaking her for a doll of Lin's - after she catches the original, Reborn-Shiny, Giratina that Zina sealed beneath Byxbysion. A comparison of this false perception versus the new truth is given below:

From this point onwards (which.. admittedly isn't that much more of the story, but still), Adriana's wings are spectral in the normal world, but fully-formed and solid whenever she's in a New World space. This is going to be my explanation for why they appeared solid during those old grand finale renders I made ages ago, but fade out on her other sprites and renders.)

It’s probably quite a strange sensation, both to Adriana and to someone else if they stuck their hand through them; I quite like the idea of anything that goes into or through the wings feeling very numb, rather than necessarily hurting or anything. They feel more solid, and the sensation is more intense, as you move closer to the part of her back where they look like they emanate from. I like to think the wings are solid enough (to Adriana at least) that she tries to take them into account when moving around, but also intangible enough that nothing can really affect them, necessarily - so, like, you couldn't grab them and use them to pull her towards you or anything, and she would also be able to put her back against a wall without too much issue (it might just feel odd to her). They also don't interfere with her clothing, thankfully. Such are the conveniences of spectral energy.

So, with all that said.. I do think that Adri’s wings would need to be taken into account to at least some extent when cuddling with Luna. However, it is not as much of a big consideration as it could be, simply because the two of us are already used to considering things when we cuddle, like making sure we don’t scrunch up our skirts for example. Adriana can also curl her wings fairly freely after they become fully apparent, so that helps, and they aren't that big to begin with (smaller than the ones Anna sees Taka as having, certainly), so that also helps. For example, I like to think that she would be able to lift them both so that Luna is underneath them, if we were both on our sides ^-^

Sorry for going on such a tangent there, oops ;w; I hope that this is still alright as an answer for you, friend! Thank you so much again for sending this in, it really means a lot~

#I think it could alternatively be interesting if the wings were only present when adriana’s pokémon are present or something #like how some pokémon (marshadow/xerneas/etc.) have in-battle and out-of-battle formes that are cosmetically different #as that would be a decent explanation for why they aren't on her overworld sprites but are on her VS and trainer sprites =P #plus I think it would be fun to sort of.. see her out in town somewhere and not think she seems like too overpowered of a trainer #and then you make it through charous hall. and the champion's busy. so you get to face the shadow champion. don't worry it still counts #and all of a sudden as the battle begins she gains a presence you would expect from a powerful champion but had yet to sense from *her*-#and you suddenly spot these spectral *legendary* wings behind her. which.. were always there? surely? yet only *now* do you *see* them #that sort of vibe perhaps~ where it's not really clear whether or not they *are* there all the time or not #anyway sorry that was a tangent #heart of the void #selfshipping #love: dark dreamer (luna)#..vaguely #selfship: void‑kissed (luna/adriana)#and most prominently (because I *keep finding things to say about her apparently*)#self‑insert: soul‑touched (adriana)#of a city reborn (pokémon reborn)#out of the inbox #selfship asks #clara tag!#info posts #i tried to work on this about four separate times today #but because i had such bad signal it just kept deleting the progress i made #so.. now that i'm back home it can hopefully sort itself out

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callsignmercy · 2 years

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Princess - Jake ´Hangman’ Seresin. Part 2

Prompt: After Jake apologised to you you make it a priority to make Maverick proud and go on the mission with them. And maybe find more than an apology on the way…

Words: ~2.8k

Warning: mention of suicidal thoughts. Minors DNI. Overall way too much fluff it’s teeth rottening. English is not my first language so sorry for the easy vocabulary and bad grammar…

Note: part 2. Highly unedited. It’s 5am, you gotta let a girl sleep ffs. Hope you like it.

Part 1.

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The next day felt better. Hangman didn’t make any remarks and didn’t pull any prank on you, which felt relieving. You had an okay night for the most part and you were ready to start the day and prove to yourself that you were among the best.

You managed to do just that and even managed to pilot alongside Hangman for a few hours. Still you didn’t communicate much because you didn’t want to trigger any remark from Hangman but you got up in everyone’s esteem pulling an exceptional manoeuvre and shooting down Maverick.

Combat training took an end the next day as you were getting ready to try the flight course Maverick had prepared to get the mission done.

You successfully did the manoeuvre in the required three minutes. The steep climbing at the end made you almost pass out but you put your focus on your father and you made it to the end of the route.

Everyone else missing the shot, or passing out from the g’s made you go up the hypothetical leader board alongside Rooster who successfully did the course but in more time than required.

Day after day you were getting better and better which even earned you a pat on the shoulder and a smile by Hangman. A sort of congratulation but without the words it seemed. You gave him a shy smile back, still a little afraid about him getting jealous but you had to admit it was soothing to not have to fear for your life every day or constantly wanting to crash your plane on purpose.

At the end of the second week, you were back at The Hard Deck again, playing darts with Coyote, well more like impressing him with your dart skills. At some point you did fifteen bullseyes in a row just to win a bet against him. “Can I?” Hangman asked you, wanting to join you for a game.

Coyote left to get a beer so you agreed, nodding and smiling silently. Jake was good at darts, in fact he was good at every game, but you beating him wasn’t in his plan. At the end of the game he gave you his hand to shake, with a soft smile, admitting defeat. Hand that you shyly shook, giving him a small smile back. You knew he was still trying to apologize and be soft and comforting around you.

After Phoenix used the words ‘terrified’ and ‘suicide’ to refer to you when she shouted at him, he knew he couldn’t act this way anymore around you by fear of pushing you over the edge.

His softness was weird for his squadronmates but it was reassuring for you and for Phoenix. She knew he was trying to do better for you.

After yet after another game of darts against Payback and Fanboy and a game of pool against Bob – all three of them you won – you eclipsed yourself to go sit on the beach. Unbeknownst to you, Jake had seen you leave and waited a few minutes before coming out to see you.

“Is it alright if I sit with you?” He asked softly. You nodded before he sat down next to you. “I feel like I should apologize for that first night. I shouldn’t have said those things to you, I don’t know what got into me.” You begin. “You shouldn’t. You were right in everything you said, I’m the one that shouldn’t have told you those things about your call sign. I don’t know why I felt the need to be a dick. Maybe seeing you with Rooster made something explode in me.”

“Why?” He hesitated a second before answering. “When you went through that door I thought you were the hottest and cutest woman I had ever seen in my life. And then alongside you came Rooster and I immediately thought that you too were together, I don’t know why.”

“So before anyone had the chance to tell me anything I was a dick to you and I apologize.” “It’s alright, you couldn’t know.” “Yeah but I should’ve waited for you to introduce yourself before assuming anything.” He said.

“It’s alright everybody makes mistakes.” “I guess you’re right. But I tend to make more than the entire population of San Diego combined.” You chuckled and you both fell into a comforting silence for a minute. “So where are you stationed when you’re not at Top Gun?” “At Lemoore, with the vigilantes. And you’re with Rooster in Virginia?” “Correct, Golden Warriors.” Jake felt relieved that you didn’t pick up on his remark about you being hot and cute.

“You wanna go back inside? I’ll buy you a drink.” “With pleasure Lieutenant.” He had to admit that you calling him lieutenant was giving him butterfly in his stomach. He helped you get up and you slowly made your way back to the packed bar.

The next day you were announced that the mission was to take place the next morning. You had to pack your bags and get ready to leave in twenty minutes. As you did so, Phoenix – whose room was across the hall from you – engaged the conversation.

“So what did you talk about with Hangman? No need to deny I saw you both yesterday.” “He apologized again.” “That’s good, are you feeling better?” “Yeah.” “That’s good, are you ready for tomorrow?” “Yeah, about that. If I’m chosen and by some chances I was to die there could you call my mom for me? And tell her I tried to make my dad proud?” “Y/N you’re gonna make it.” “Just- please?”

She looked at me across the hall, with sadness in her eyes. “Alright, but don’t go there thinking you’re not gonna come back because we all need you here alright? Rooster, Maverick, your mom and us, and Jake.” “I don’t think I really matter to him actually.” “Well you’d be wrong in that.”

“What?” “I see the way he looks at you. Like you hung the moon. Don’t think that you don’t matter to him because you do. I think he realized that you meant more to him than everything he believed in. I think you mean even more to him than flying.” “Don’t be ridiculous.” “I’m not. I promise. I saw it yesterday when you were at the bar together. He even looked at you when you weren’t looking. I’m telling you, he’s all in.”

Phoenix’ words were fighting in your head as you both headed to the plane that would bring you onto the carrier. Was she telling the truth?

That same afternoon as you were all standing in front of Maverick waiting for his orders you started thinking about your father. “Phoenix and Bob, and Princess.” You heard your name being called alongside Rooster, Payback, Fanboy, Phoenix and Bob’s meaning that you were to be part of the mission of the next day. Against safety reasons but for the good proceeding of the mission, another jet was to fly behind the four others just in case one of the miracles didn’t work. You were the one chosen to do it.

You couldn’t help but notice the look of disappointment on Jake’s face. But you understood Maverick’s choice, he couldn’t risk Hangman leaving them behind, saving his ass and his ass only.

That same evening the mess was awfully quiet. No one dared speak a word just in case it would jinx the miracle that was supposed to happen the next day.

That morning when the sound of the bugle was heard you were already ready. You managed to sleep for a couple hours but you couldn’t stop thinking. You suspect everyone’s night was the same.

“Let’s go.” Maverick announced as you all stepped in your jets awaiting departure. When you were given the go you took a deep breath and took off. “I’m gonna make you proud dad.” You thought to yourself, not wanting the others to hear. As you were given the go to enter the precipice you felt your heart race speed up but you tried to stay focused on the mission ahead.

One after the other the miracles were announced, meaning you didn’t have to use your own bombs and you could follow Payback and Fanboy out of there. You thought the climb was even harder than during training but the adrenaline rushing through your veins kept you from fainting. You already knew that if you were to pass out you’d be dead right after the top of that mountain as the missiles would catch you and you wouldn’t be able to avoid them.

So you silently prayed. You prayed your father to be proud of you, you prayed to come back home safely and for the others to as well. You prayed and prayed for a few seconds until you passed the hard deck and the missiles turned toward your jet. “Shit.” You muttered. The voices on the radio were impossible to discern, the number of “smoke in the air”, “I’m out of flares”, “break left”, and other things you heard in just thirty seconds was numbing. You tried to focus on your own plane, not wanting to be left behind on enemy territory. You used flares to protect Rooster and Phoenix and even managed to shoot down one of the enemy jets.

When you heard what happened to Maverick you wanted to go help despite the official orders given by your superiors. Listening to his own instinct and probably not thinking of consequences, you saw Rooster follow Maverick to try and help. After only a second you followed him as well, ignoring direct orders. “I’ll probably get court martialled for this but fuck it. And if I die saving Uncle Mav and Roos then it wouldn’t have been for nothing.” You thought to yourself.

“Princess come back!” You heard Hangman shout on the radio. You even think you heard his voice break. “I’m sorry.” You thought.

As you saw Rooster being forced to eject you managed to gun down the jet that crashed down his. As you crawled your way out of this mess, leaving your best friend and ‘uncle’ behind you managed to make another enemy plane crash with a manoeuvre your dad told you about. It wasn’t technically considered a kill on your part but it relieved you for a second.

While Rooster and Maverick found an enemy F-14 jet to come back home you managed to come back to the carrier safe and sound, not without shooting down another plane on the way back.

You were exhausted when you landed on the carrier. Not being able to come out of your super hornet until the mission was over – in case of need of immediate assistance – you looked outside the canopy, seeing Phoenix and Bob signing to you that you did a great job. You opened the canopy to get some fresh air in your lungs because you felt like fainting.

You turned your head to the left only to see Jake already looking at you, worried. “Are you okay?” He mouthed you from afar. You nodded, a blank expression on your face, still worried for Maverick and Rooster. When the radio went off again announcing that they might be on their way in an enemy plane you couldn’t believe your ears. After a while Jake was dispatched to go and help them and you felt worried again that he might not make it.

When you heard him again on the radio you couldn’t help the tears of joy streaming down your face. “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is your saviour speaking. Please fasten your seatbelt, return your tray table to their locked and upright position and prepare for the landing.” You couldn’t help but let out a belly laugh hearing Hangman on the radio. “Hey Hangman. You look good.” You heard your best friend say. “Oh I am good. I am very good. I’ll see you back on deck.”

You were cleared to get off your jets as no other bandits were seen on the radar. You quickly got out and removed your helmet, waiting for the two planes to land.

You didn’t know what got into your mind when you launched yourself into Jake’s arms as soon as he got off his super hornet. First he was surprised but soon chuckled and almost swoon when you put your head on the crook of his neck. “I thought I lost you.” You whisper, mostly for yourself. “I’m here Princess.” You didn’t know if it was a nickname or your call sign but you didn’t care, Jake was here, safe and sound. You didn’t want to make it awkward so you got down and he put his forehead on yours. “I’m here Princess.” He repeated.

The whole squad reunited and hugged as Rooster was the first to speak. “Got yourself another kill!” “That makes two.” Jake answered. “Mav and Princess have five.” Phoenix added. “Makes them aces.” She finished. Hangman looked at you dumbfounded. “What? You thought you were the only one pilot with a confirmed kill when you arrived here? I already had two.” He laughed shaking his head and took you in his arms, putting his head on top of yours as you were way smaller than him. You’ve never felt more safe.

When you got back to Fightertown you all headed to The Hard Deck for a celebratory beer and pool game. After a few hours of laughing and playing with your squadronmates you eclipsed yourself to go sit on the beach.

“Hi Dad. We made it. We all made it.” You paused. “Rooster and Maverick are okay. I hope uncle Iceman is not giving you too much trouble up there. I only have Maverick now, but it’s okay. I’m an ace now Dad, I hope you’re proud of me from up there.”

“I think I fell in love. His name is Jake. He’s a pilot. I know I always told myself that pilots were trouble but I think he might be good for me. I think you would have liked him Dad.”

“I hope you’re as proud of me than I am proud of you. I love you Dad.”

“You can sit down I know you’re here.” You say softly to the person you heard coming behind you. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” Jake apologized. “It’s okay I was just talking to my Dad. I’ve been doing it a lot lately. It soothes me I guess.” You both fell into a comforting silence before you spoke out again. “You heard everything?” “Pretty much.” “Well I hope I didn’t embarrass myself.” You said shyly. “Look at me.” Jake said softly. You turn your face to him and he is giving you a soft smile. “When you got picked yesterday I thought that I would lose you. Not that I didn’t believe in you but I thought that maybe a simple error could cost you your life. And when you followed Rooster and Maverick my heart felt like it shattered at the thought of you being forced to eject in enemy territory.”

“So when I saw you come back I felt like maybe, just maybe, it was time for me to tell you everything. I know you forgiving me for all I did to you will take a long time but I promise you that I will spend my entire life apologizing to you.” You shake your head. “Don’t say that.” “I fell in love with you Y/N McLeary. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize but when you hugged me today I thought that maybe, just maybe my feelings were mutual. So when I heard you tell your dad you fell in love with me I felt like my heart tripled in size.”

“When I heard you screaming my name on the radio I heard your voice falter. I knew that from that moment on I didn’t want to spend another minute without you. And when I heard you being dispatched to help Rooster and Maverick I thought that I lost you. But then I heard your smug voice and stupid comment and I started crying from joy.” You reply.

Jake looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes, tears forming on the corner of his green eyes. “Can I kiss you baby?” He asks in a whisper. You bite your bottom lip as you nod and Jake closes the gap between you two. The kiss is soft and loving and makes your heart flutter with joy.

“I’m gonna make things right, I promise you baby.” He paused. “What are you doing tomorrow night?” “Nothing.” You smile. “Then I’m taking you out on a date.” You look at him lovingly while biting your lip. “Stop doing that or we might just skip dinner.” “Show me the way home honey.” You answer as he chuckles and kisses you once more.

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fallingforel · 10 months

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Arabella pt 11-for the hope of it all

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gif cred: @thefrontofmymind

"Matty, hey, how are you?"

"fucking shite, bug, they've got me attached to all these wires, I don't want to be here, I want to be in my bed with you"

"Matty" I sigh knowing the next thing I'm about to say isn't what he wants to hear, but it has to be said before I give him a false sense that he's going home after he's been discharged.

"what? spit it out woman" he says making me chuckle, even when he was lying in a hospital bed he was an impatient 3 year old.

"hey, you may be lying in a hospital bed, but I'm not afraid to kick your arse still." I replied before perking up again "do you know what happened Matty?"

"yeah, took a bunch of shit and blacked out"

"yes but you also, suffered from Alcohol poisioning which resulted in you having your stomach pumped, You also hit your head pretty hard, they weren't sure you were going to wake up. You overdosed too"

"shit really? did I really have to get my stomach pumped?"

"yes. why is that the only thing you pick up from that?"

"SICK! Never had to have that done to me before"

"No! Matty, it's not sick, it's bad if you were left there any longer, you could've died."

"Adams been asking about been asking about you too, said you were okay as well."

"whats up with you, why are you calling Hann by his actual name, and not his last name or Ad's like you usually do? whats gone while I was half dead. You all haven't fallen apart without me have you?"

"HEY! you were not half dead, you were merely taking an extra long sleep."

"okay sure I was taking an extra long sleep, tell me whats gone on now then"

"adam said you were dead, when we weren't sure if you were going to wake up, basically blaming you for everything, wasn't your fault you deal with pain different to us, you get high and drunk when your in so much pain"

"yeah, can't say that, what Adam said didn't hurt. Because that would be a lie."

"he still hasn't apologised by the way, it's been two weeks. Been passing everything along to G and Ross. about your state, Your going to the bahamas or bermuda, haven't decided which one your going to yet."

"what for?"

"for rehab matty, You blacked out, the doctors have been strongly suggesting rehab, more of an order than a suggestion I guess"

"nice, It'll be nice to get away from this shitty weather for a good while" He says trying to lace his voice with meaningfulness, though I know he doesn't want to go, Just hoping it makes me shut up about it. I know him through and through and I knew that he was lying through his teeth.

he sits in silence with me for a while before he scares me blurting out a "shit" from his mouth.

"what?"

"what about the album? How am I going to record if I am going to be going to the bahamas"

"don't you worry your sweet little head about that Stink. I've sorted it" Giving him a grin like the chesire cat.

"why have you got that look on your face?" He asks from his hospital bed giving me a confused taken aback look.

"what look?" I ask dumbfounded pretending I don't understand.

"the cheshire cat look Y/n, The one that tells me that you've done something stupid."

"Matty. I haven't done anything stupid perse, just something you might not approve of."

"what?"

"I'm not telling you. You'll hate me for it."

"Tell me. Couldn't hate you more than I already do for sending me to fucking rehab"

"You know it's for the best Matty."

"spit it out"

"I asked, col to take your place on the album. He sounds just enough like you that nobody would notice, he's not touring for you though."

"ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT. I AM NOT HAVING THAT SCUMBAG TAKE MY FUCKING PLACE THATS MY FIRST FUCKING ALBUM YOUR TALKING ABOUT. CALL OFF THE REHAB GET ME TO THE STUDIO, RIGHT FUCKING NOW" he says raising his voice.

Col and Matty never got on. Not when me and him were together, not when we all ran in the same friendship circle. and certainly not when we broke up and I found out he cheated on me, and I ran to matty's house in tears and cried on his shoulder and slept on his sofa for a month.

-7 MONTHS EARLIER-

"oh, you have got to be fucking joking me" I say as I walked into my shared apartment in London with my boyfriend of 6 years and my bestfriend and adams girlfriend of 5 years. with his head in between her legs.

"Y/n it's not what it looks like"

"yeah, course it fucking isn't. Get a life. I'm going."

"where?"

"away from you, have a nice life. We're DONE" I say.

and before I know it I'm walking out, away from my life and from him all I have ever known while living in london, the first love I have ever known. grabbing my coat and shutting the apartment door and running through the complex out the lobby door, hailing a taxi to the now only safe haven I knew Matty's house.

"Y/n? what are you doing here?" he asks opening the door to me tears filled my eyes. "he cheated on me, with beth." "that fucker. come in, don't want you getting a cold now do we?" I shake my head no and go to sit on his sofa where I would reside for the next month before getting my life together.

-BACK TO THE PRESENT/ DEC 2012-

"Matty calm down will you, your scaring all the other patients. Just sit down, let's talk it through before you go mental and take three steps back that's not what we're trying to achieve here"

"fine." He slumps back on the pillows turning his body to face the wall away from me.

"Matty, we've gone through all the options. All the people closest to you: Ross, Adam, G, your mum, your dad, my mum and dad, jamie too. And we've all agreed it wasn't a bad idea Adam and I are fine with it. But if you disagree to it here's whats going to happen. Your probably going to miss out on releasing your album, You're going to be put on drug watch with someone at your side all times even when you piss if you decide that you want to record, everyone is going to keep an eye out for you. So it's all up to you, but those are your options. What one do you think is best?"

"I ain't going to rehab."

"yes you are Matty, we've already established this. We've picked a nice place out for you to go. It's in bermuda, you get to do equine therapy play with horses, you get to watch the sea it's all very theraputic. It'll help you out Matty trust me. It's either this or a shitty rehab centre in a shitty town in the U.K where you get no 1 to 1 care either. I've got the card and my laptop here. You can have a look at it." I say pulling my laptop out of the cubby hole next to Mattys bed and the card out of my jacket pocket.

"I ain't going."

"matty, you are. You can either go the nice way, which is you go willingly or you can go the harder way where they pull you out of here themselves and I've seen it happen more than once when i've come to visit you. Matty you need to choose, the doctors aren't letting you out of here until you've chosen the route you want to go down, which is going to be close drug watch with one of us, or all of us and rehab at the end after you've recorded or rehab and let col record. and then hard or easiest way"

"fine."

"so whats it going to be?"

"I don't know yet, let me think it through can you go get me some proper food. I don't want none of this hospital shitty crap."

"yeah, okay what do you want?"

"maccies. Double cheeseburger and coke please"

"okay, I'll go get you some. be back soon" I say before leaving his hospital room with a chaste kiss on his forehead.

the drive thru was rather short getting myself chicken nugget meal and I thought on the way back I should probably tell George what was going on seeing as he was closest to Matty after me of course.

"so whats going on"

"I don't know G, I told him I was sending him to rehab he seemed okay at first, knew it was a lie though I could tell. Then I told him about Col recording the album and he started shouting and denying going to rehab, I gave him his options he ended up saying fine. Don't know whether he's chosen going to rehab first or recording. G I'm scared."

"there's no need to be. It's matty he'll come around eventually you know he will. No need to swea-"

and G is abruptly cut off by someone else ringing me, the hospital. that can't be good

"err G I'm gonna have to go, the hospitals phoning"

"okay okay, enjoy mattys madness" He says ending the call allowing me to pick up the hospitals phone call.

"hello?" I say

"hello. Is this Y/N L/N."

"It is how can I help."

"it's matty."

"what about him?"

"he's disappeared"

"okay. I'm coming I'll be there soon." I say ending the phone before screaming

"FOR FUCKS SAKE"

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Magic Lesson Gone Wrong - Wanda Maximoff x Daughter Reader

Summary: You’re wanting to continue practising your magic but push yourself and Clint ends up getting injured in the process. You can’t help thinking you’re in trouble with your mother she’s there to comfort you.

Requested by Anonymous (A/N - I may have changed your request slightly by adding Clint, hope you don’t mind)

A/N - I don’t proof read any of my works! Just a heads up.

I am currently in the training room with my mother who is teaching me how to use my powers. They are near enough the same as hers. I have telekinesis, can access people’s mind and read their thoughts and have energy blasts. Unfortunately, I don’t think I have her teleportation magic yet or if I will get it at all.

“That’s it y/n, gather your magic into a ball and throw it at the target.” She tells me. The target being an actual target like you would use when shooting a gun or in archery. Anyway, as soon as I have mustered up the magic into a golden ball, I throw it at the target and hits the bullseye. Oh, did I mention my magic is also golden and not red? Mother says it’s probably because my dad who’s passed away, his powers were a gold colour which is most likely the reason why mine are gold.

Mother’s happy when I hit the centre of the target. I’ve been trying to get my shots to be more accurate for the last hour. Now I want to try my telekinesis for a bit since I’m not tired yet. “You sure you want to continue? Don’t want to push you too soon.” Mother says. So she tells me it’s wrong for me to listen to other people’s thoughts yet she gets to listen to mine? How does that work? “I’m your mother. That’s how it works.” I huff and fold my arms wanting her to stop listening to my thoughts. “Okay then, let’s continue.” She says and we begin practising using my telekinesis.

I’m actually surprised because Clint comes in to help! He claims he wants to do some archery and so mother thought it would be a good idea to use my telekinesis to retrieve his arrows. Oh boy, how wrong was she. After Clint shot his first arrow and got in in the gold as he calls it, I used my powers to retrieve the arrow and send back to him. Oh dear God. I ended up forgetting I can turn things around while I make them float in the air and the arrow hit Clint in his foot. I felt so bad! I kept apologising thinking I was going to be in trouble, especially with mother and that she would yell at me but it never came.

“It’s okay y/n. I’ll just go to Dr Cho and get my foot sorted, it’ll be fine soon.” He says trying to hide his groans of pain. I may be a kid but I’m not stupid. “Maybe that wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had. I’ll teleport you there to save injuring you more.” Mother says to Clint who smiled in thanks. “Y/n go to the kitchen and I’ll meet you there okay.” I nod knowing I should do as she says to avoid getting a telling off when I should technically have got told off then.

When I arrive at the kitchen, I sit on the stool and wait for mother who doesn’t take too long. “I didn’t mean it.” I say to her still panicking. “I know baby I know. Maybe we should have just stopped instead of continuing. I’m at fault for this one. Want anything to eat or drink?” She says to me. “Paprikash?” I ask hopefully. Mother nods and begins to make our favourite meal.

After dinner, we both sit on the sofa in the living room and watch Disney movies which definitely helps take my mind off what happened. We watched all the good movies, Pocahontas, Hercules, Frozen, Tangled and Moana. Though I accidentally fell asleep through Moana as I didn’t realise how tired I was. Last thing I remember was mother picking me up, most likely taking me to my room.

What did you all think? Also, I’m still taking requests! All you need to do is give me your story plot and type of reader whether its gender neutral, female, or daughter reader. I don’t do male readers though since I’m not male.

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