#because writing in order right now is getting me like a sentence every other day if I'm lucky
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Muzan with wife reader who failed a mission and is trying to avoid him after he yelled at her? extra fluff pls
𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘. - Muzan x F!Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None/Small angst. (?)
𝐍𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐬: LAST thing i’ll write Muzan for a while. 😭
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You had been avoiding Muzan for days. At first, he didn’t take the time to realize as he had been far too busy with other things to pay your obvious distancing any mind. He also never thought of you being upset with him for something that he did so often. Yelling? He’s yelled at practically everyone.
But you, you were his wife. That was the first time he had yelled at you, and you thought that he would treat you differently because you were his wife. But he yelled and got really angry with you, just like every other demon. It hurt you, more than he realized. And the fact that the two of you hadn’t talked in days and he didn’t notice, or rather didn’t care that something was up hurt even more.
You had been cooped up in your room for a while, and nobody had ever checked up on you or anything at all, not even your own husband.
Not that you expected it, everyone had been busy with the demon slayers and such. But still, he was your husband, and he had to have even a little free time at some point. You were sulking in bed, losing track of time, until finally, someone had opened your door.
“Get up, do something productive, like finding me that flower.”
Your husbands deep voice rang out as he rummaged through your drawing and took something before leaving without another word. The fact that he was now telling you only to find the flower stung. He most likely thought you were incapable of doing anything else.
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Days had gone by now, you had nothing, and it seemed Muzan was only growing more and more irritated as time went by. You had lost all hope of him ever coming to see you for even a split second of affection.
You were outside, somewhere. An unknown location, simply sitting on a hill in the moonlight. The flowers were pretty, but you couldn’t take the time to admire them. You were far too lost in your thoughts. You didn’t care for the flowers if they weren’t the one Muzan wanted.
Suddenly, you noticed someone sit down beside you.
Your husband.
Neither of you spoke, even though you really wanted to. It wasn’t an awkward silence, the two of you just knew it wasn’t the right time to talk. Well, you knew. Muzan didn’t talk because he didn’t want to or feel like it. He’s always been like that. He rarely showed affection through his words, but you didn’t mind to much, especially not anymore. You had grown used to the small gestures of affection from a while ago, but now you were convinced they had stopped.
“.. My lord if.. If i’ve done something to offend you—“ You started, not looking at him as you spoke.
“You’ve been distant.”
You looked up at him. He wasn’t looking at you, not avoiding, but simply looking across the hills. “You haven’t spoke to me in so long.. You have only uttered few words but those were orders, and weren’t frequent either.” You said, hugging your knees.
“Am I supposed to come to you? What happened to you coming to me?”
Your husband said. It sounded cold, but you knew that wasn’t his intention. You usually always came to him, showing affection and in return receiving affection back. He was right, you never went to him anymore. But..
“It seems you’ve been mad at me..”
“I was mad, but that’s no reason not to come to me. I’ve been irritable lately with all these nuisances.”
“But if your irritated.. you don’t have to take your anger out o..” You trailed off, going silent before you could even finish your sentence as you noticed him glaring at you. Looking away uncomfortably you mumbled slightly. “..Nevermind— I.. It’s fine but—“
“Sorry.”
You blinked a few times, wondering if you were hearing things. You looked back at him. “Hu—“
“I don’t like repeating myself.”
You went quiet.
“Your supposed to say you forgive me.”
“Right!!— I forgive you.” You said, still a little shocked he had actually apologized. You’d never heard that word come out of his mouth before, unless he was mocking someone but that was different.
“—‘My lord’?”
“—My lord.” You added, a small smile playing on your lips at the reminder. You leaned against his shoulder slightly, and in return, he placed a hand on your waist.
“Don’t avoid me like that again.”
His hand came up to your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, before he leaned down and placed a kiss on your head. When was the last time you had kissed him. You looked up at him.
“No.”
“No? No to what?” You said, with a fake innocence, before quickly giving him a peck on the lips before he could speak.
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Coffee and Crushes
Ellie x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Reader is a loser lesbian for Ellie and Ellie just finds it cute
Wc:1.3k
A/n:had to re-upload cause i made some mistakes, thank you to the person who caught them.i'm kinda embarrassed but this what i get for writing at 2am
You finish prep for opening and lean over the counter, patiently waiting for the customers to enter the cafe. While waiting, your mind wanders to a certain customer. A certain customer that comes every Tuesday and Thursday. A certain customer whose name was Ellie.
A certain customer who you had a crush on.
The first time you had served the woman you had been a mess, stuttering over simple sentences and couldn't even look her in the eyes.After that embarrassing day you had made your coworker Dina serve Ellie every time she would come around to the cafe.Dina likes to make fun of you for not having the guts to go talk to your crush, and you know that you really should.You didn't even know the girl yet, Ellie had been the only thing since you first saw her.
That was three months ago.
So far the only things you knew about Ellie is that she comes twice a week,orders an espresso with 2 chocolate filled croissants, and sits at the table by the window for 2 hours, typing away on her laptop. And every time,you try and “conspicuously” peek at her while you served other customers.
“It’s Thursday! And you know what that means!” Dina all but yells as she makes her entrance.
“Shut up, Di, I don’t need you patronizing me.”You groaned. You hear Dina laughing at your comment as she walks into the break room.
“Are you gonna finally talk to her today or are we just gunning for the usual routine?”
“Let’s just do what we always do,” You sigh.
Hours pass, and you and Dina are moving back and forth tending to customers.You only briefly think of Ellie every once in a while when you find time for yourself to breathe.Before you knew it looked at your watch and saw that its five minutes to two. That means the "Woman of the Hour"as Dina likes to say would be here soon.
“It’s almost time,” Dina says in passing,while the both of you were behind the counter
You were frustrated with yourself. Why couldn’t you just act normal?Just because she was one of the most attractive women you've seen in awhile shouldn't make you act any different towards her. Why couldn’t you just serve the woman her food? It’s not like you would have to actually have to hold a conversation with her .All you had to do was take her order and bring it to her, That's it. Should you go for it this time?
The bell above the door jingles and you looks up to see Ellie walk in and head straight to her usual table.Your heart races and you starts to feel your whole body heat at the sight of her but, you quickly tried to calm yourself down. "Nope,we are not doing this today" you muttered to yourself.
“Having that internal debate, again?” Dina asks.
“Yup” you dejectedly sigh.
“Well, I’m off to go serve the woman of your dreams,” Dina sings.
You stay in the break room, peeking around the corner to watch the interaction. You see Ellie smile up at Dina and her heart flutters. Ellie's smile is so genuine, you just loves the way her smile makes her look so soft . Her smile was pure sunshine and you were sunburnt.
Dina walks over to Ellie's table and greets her. “Hey, El. You’re right on time.”
“Of course I am,” Ellie smiles. “This is one of my favorite spots in the town, wouldn't miss it .”
“How is your week going?” Dina asks.
“Eh, it could be less stressful, but I am living the life of a student so what else is to be expected, right?” Ellie says with a sigh
“You are absolutely right about that. I’ll go grab your food now. ”
“Wait!” Ellie almost yells. “Um...instead of you brining my food, could you send that other girl who works here?” Ellie ask slightly embarrassed
Dina just blankly stares and then hesitantly asks, “You want the other girl to serve you?”
“Yeah! I mean, I’ve been coming here for a while and I’ve only been served by her once.” Ellie explains. “I also see her looking at me all the time. What’s her name?” Dina is pleasantly surprised, knowing she can use this to her advantage. Dina tells Ellie your name with no hesitation before speed walking back into the back room
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“W-what?! No!” you whisper yells. “I’m not ready to face her yet!”
“What do you mean you aren’t ready?” Dina shoots back. “You’ve been ogling at her for three months! she asked for you personally! she wants to talk to you!”
“I-I don’t think now is the right time! I mean, you said she sees me staring at her.She probably thinks I’m a creep and wants to tell me to knock it off.” “She definitely does not think that. Now get out there and give your woman her food!” Dina says sternly, pushing you out into the dining area
You just stand at the back of the dining room with Ellie's food in your arms. You honestly can’t even believe what is going on. Your brain has both shut down and gone haywire. Although your mind is running at a million miles per second, either way Ellie had to get her food that she paid for. You grip the tray tighter and slowly walking your way through the tables to Ellie.
Ellie couldn’t be happier when she looked up and sees you. Honestly, Ellie thinks you're really cute and had been coming to the restaurant in hopes of getting to know you. After days and days of revisiting, Ellie started to notice that you weren't going to serve her. From the corner of her eye though, she saw the way the you would always take looks at her. Based off of their first and only conversation, Ellie could only guess that you were shy.
So Ellie waited. She came to the same cafe as a routine and waited for you to be ready. But in those three months, she came to like you. Ellie watched you just as much as you did to her. She likes how you smile at everyone.She likes how you practically bounced as you walked. Ellie liked how adorable you looked while concentrating on keeping orders straight. At this point Ellie couldn’t wait any longer to talk to you.
“H-here is your food,miss” you stutter.
“We look to be around the same age, you don't have to call me 'miss' call me Ellie.” Ellie chuckles
“Okay then...Here’s your food,Ellie.”
“When’s your break?”You look at your watch. “In like two minutes?”
Ellie offers you to stay and sit with her during your break. At first you wanted to deny the offer but she seemed pretty persistent on you sitting at her table. You were pretty nervous when you first sat down not knowing what to say or do, but those feelings didn't fester for long with Ellie taking the initiative to start the conversations.
Fortunately conversations between you two went surprisingly smooth. You and Ellie found yourselves enraptured in your conversation almost feeling as if you guys were in your own little world. You found yourself learning that you guys had a lot in common and so much more, you never wanted the conversations to end.Everything was going so well you almost forgot that you were on break until your phone alarm when off.
"Damn... I gotta go, it was really nice talking to you.I'm guessing i'll see you next week?"You begin to stand up.
"Wait, before you go i have a question to ask you....Do you like me?" you stood there frozen. "Was it that obvious ? Ellie was laughing at this point " i could feel you looking at me every time i came in here" she calmed herself down finally
“ I think you’re pretty cute too,i'll give you my number and maybe we can meet up sometime” Ellie continues.
Ellie gives you her number and practically skip into the break room to get ready for your shift.When you walk into the room you see Dina already sitting there with a sly grin on her face. "Someone looks excited,how did it go" she says bantering you. You smile practically bouncing around the room.
"She gave me her number!"
A/n: Hope you enjoyed, feedback is appreciated!
#ellie tlou#ellie williams x reader#ellie x reader#ellie x y/n#ellie x you#ellie williams#ellie williams fanfic#fanfic#tlou#tlou2#loser lesbian
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helloo! i love your writing so much and i wonder would you like to write commander cody with padawan reader, it's after order 66. and as we know in bad batch s2 he's gone to AWOL right? so what if he go to other planets anywhere and meet reader again (let's pretend he already removed his chip lol) imagine how he feels guilt meeting his little padawan after trying to kill her and her master (obi-wan) and how the reader react meeting him again especially looking at her cody sun armor become gray like shadow unlike him.
(sorry if my english kinda messed up, and have a great day!! <3)
Wow, just wow
“Sunshine”
Summary: after order 66 Cody jumps at only the chance to get at least one person from his old life back- no matter the cost
Paring: Cody x GN padawan Reader (it’s platonic!)
Warning: hurt/comfort nightmares ptsd let me know if I missed anything
Word count: 1822
Notes: I’m very proud of this one and I hope you enjoy! It’s also not proofread because I need some sleep
Cody’s head hurt again.
But it wasn’t like last time, he was in control now and always will be.
“How are you feeling Kotes?” Rex came around the tables and laid a hand on Cody’s shoulder.
To be honest Cody wasn’t sure what he was feeling, if anything. Nausea sat in the pit of his stomach but he feared that it wasn’t just from the procedure he went through.
A hand reached up to the side of his head, the fresh bandage felt course under his hand- the all to familiar feeling of before.
“I’m fine.” Cody’s voice was raspy and burned his throat- Rex picked up on this and quickly went to get him a drink of water.
There he sat alone.
He was alone for a while now, but nothing like this. If you went back a few week you would see the small spark of hope illuminating in his eyes.
Cody wasn’t sure of a lot of things since the war ended but maybe it was the illusion of hope that he and Crosshair could escape together.
“Good soldiers follow orders.”
Then Cody went AWOL. Finally it seemed that he got his mind right- the headaches and the dreams that plagued him however said otherwise.
Rex walked back in. Cody’s eyes were clouded in thought as he sat unmoving on the table.
Placing a ginger hand on his knee Rex has never seen is brother in such a state. But the way he felt in this moment- finally getting his free will totally returned to him was something he would never forget.
“Hey Kotes,” Rex helped him to his feet and lend him out into the halls. “We found something you might need to take a look at.”
Cody almost instantly snapped back to attention as the pair of brothers made their way back to the ship they arrived on.
“A few radars picked up on some chatter from the bounty hunters guild.” Rex returned to the Captain Cody knows and loves, things were going back to how they use to be.
“Why would your crew have any interest in the guilds?” Cody questioned, a little slow to connect the dots. “Your fighting an empire here.”
Rex stared at him for a moment, his try at a sarcastic tone clearly flew over Rex’s head.
It was one of the only times Cody has ever seen Rex so unsure about what he was about to say. “We picked up Y/N’s location. The bounty for Jedi are unbelievably high and I’m worried if one of us doesn’t get there in time it might go sour.”
Cody froze in his seat, the end of Rex’s sentence seemed to go blurry. The moment replayed every hour of the day, awake or asleep. He memorized the moment when he watched Obi-wan fall from that terrible hight.
He remembered the look you gave him as he turned to you, your lightsaber coming up in your shaky hands staring at him.
“Cody what’s going on?”
“I- they made it?” Cody looked at Rex, the dark thought that he was playing a terrible joke on him.
Rex only nodded his confirmation. Waiting for Cody to see just want he would do.
You wouldn’t want to see him. Cody didn’t even want to see himself. The terrors he’s created would never wash off no matter how hard he scrubbed.
The armor that surrounded him all his life was striped away, just like everything he has ever known. His sunshine was stripped away as well.
Taking a shaky breath in Cody whispered. “Take me to them.”
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Your head hurt again.
It was just like the last time, the moment you realized nobody was on your side anymore.
The purge left you stranded by yourself, unsure of what to do you fled as far as you could.
The outer rim served its purpose for now but the empire was expanding, and the hunters became bolder with their search.
Against your better judgment you tried to reach Ahsoka, Hunter even but it was no use.
Maybe now you were by yourself. Cutoff.
You sat up straight in your makeshift bed. The sheets bawled into your fist as your chest heaved and sweet ran down your back.
You weren’t safe even in your own mind.
You watched him fall. The scream you let out as you lost him over the edge. Everyone around you went off.
Cody. Your Cody turned to you next- all around you heard the all too familiar sound of blasters raising. Cody aimed for you as you brought your weapon up, the thought of hurting any of them never crossed your mind before.
“Cody.” You had tried. “Cody what’s going on?”
The blaster that was shot at you was the moment you woke this time. Other times you weren’t as lucky to be spared with the memory.
The sky was masked with the darkness of the night, your clock told you at you barely sleep 2 hours since you tried to go to sleep.
You gathered yourself as practically dragged yourself to the only window in your “home”
This wasn’t home. Nothing would come close to what the word use to mean to you, but it was soemthing keeping you mildly safe.
The sky above never really changed, it was the only constant you found after the end of the war. The only thing you could depend on that would never harm you.
Your head buzzed again, for a split second you turned to your hidden saber, the weapon you couldn’t pick up since you arrived on this rock. The crystal within buzzed constantly in your ear, begging to be picked up once again.
It use to be a background noise that grounded you, but things have changed.
You stared into the darkness for a moment, the lightsaber wasn’t it. Turning your attention back to the outside world the familiar feeling felt crooked in your chest.
It wasn’t really right, but it was something you recognized none the less.
A cloak that you threw around yourself countless times before made its way to your shoulders- masking you from others and you left closing your door silently behind you.
For a moment you thought maybe, just maybe it was your master heat to tell you everything would be ok, to help you just as he had countless times before.
But you couldn’t think like that, like you use too. Hope burned within you as you followed the force you tried desperately to get rid of.
•••
Cody tried the comm channel he used countless times before, he could practically put it in with his eyes closed.
But of course no answer.
He did try once before- the first night he ran from the empire, alone in the back of a transport ship he tried to reach the Jedi he grew fond of.
It was one of the only instants the commanders eyes watered slightly and his nose ran.
Rex was waiting near by with the ship as he walked the streets of this planet alone. His armor was covered with a poncho Rex lent him and frankly it was the best he could do.
He hoped that you weren’t here, the disgusting streets and inhabitants made him sick. But what if this was better than see him again?
Cody shook that last thought. His hand shook slightly at his side which was a nervous habit he picked up a long time ago.
His eyes scanned the dark scenery for any sign that you might have been here, a sign Cody hoped nobody else could pick up on.
On instinct he turned down an alley to his left, this was definitely not the place to be at this time.
His eyes squinted trying to pin point a figure towards the end. This was the only time he wished for his helmet that didn’t seem his own.
Something ate at the inside of him again. His breath was sparse wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. If his mind was no longer his own.
The figure took a few steps from the shadows that engulfed them. The moon illuminated someone that haunted every minute of his life.
You held a blaster out in front of you, but this time you didn’t shake.
Cody didn’t dare take another step. His eyes were firmly planted on the ground as he kneeled down dropping his blaster in front of him.
“Cody?”
He could only nod, afraid that his voice would highlight just how vulnerable he felt in this very moment.
But he had to say something, he couldn’t leave you again.
“I’m- I’m so sorry kid.” His voice broke through his words. This uncertain feeling engulfed him like a flame showing no mercy. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”
You stared at him for a moment. Taking in the sight- clearly things were different. The sunshine was stripped from him. His eyes, though they tried to avoid you, seemed hollow.
You thought of two things in this moment.
You wanted to run, run from someone that could hurt you all over again, someone that you weren’t even sure you could trust.
Or
You could try to hang onto one of the only things that you so desperately needed. You needed someone.
The blaster clanked to the ground as you walked to Cody. Your guard was up but the tears betrayed what you were really hoping for.
You hoped that Cody was himself again.
Cody looked up, your familiar eyes caught his own. The tears that he dried so many times fell across your cheeks, and he only wished to dry them one more time.
“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say, his mind left him and he could only mutter the only words that went through his head, as if they could make everything better.
You kneeled down with him. For a second Cody thought this might be a dream of his own and this was the moment that he would loose you once again.
But you stayed.
Quickly you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him flushed against you.
Cody wasted no time crushing you into him. You cling to him as he continued to whisper small apologies into your hair.
Through the muffled sniffles you voiced. “I liked your other armor kot’ika.”
For the first time in a while Cody found himself giving an actual laugh.
He nodded as he griped you even tighter as if he was afraid that if he let go you would leave.
“I think I could use some help painting it again.” He spoke a little louder. The emotions still sounded in his voice.
It was your turn to nod into his chest. For the first time in a while You found yourself crying tears of relief that finally someone was here for you again.
This time you weren’t going to let him go again.
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Believe.
CW: ANGST. A lot of angst </3 no proofreading because i cried while writing it
Fem!reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley.
“Do you believe in alternative universes, lieutenant?” You ask Ghost, while the both of you lay in the grass, his large hand holding yours.
“What?”
“I was watching this movie the other day, and there were like an infinite amount of universes. So an universe where I would be your lieutenant.” You say with a slight chuckle.
A light squeeze in your hand. “That would be quite the sight.” Ghost answers, and while you can’t see his face, as your gaze is on the moon, the tone of his voice tells you he has a smirk on his face.
“Alternative universes, huh?” Ghost repeats.
“Yeah. What universe would you want to live in?”
“Depends, what would my options be?”
You let out a groan, you just explained that there could be an infinite amount of universes out there. “Think big.” You urge him. “You know, an universe where you’d work at Starbucks.”
That remarks rewards you with a laugh from Ghost. Not a polite, fake laugh, but one of those laughs that comes from his stomach. “Can you imagine?” He snickers. “I’d be fired on the first day for killing a customer.”
The image pops up in your head. Your lieutenant not wearing his usual army uniform but a Starbucks apron, an annoyed look on his face as some woman goes off ranting about some sort of discount. Him trying to get a straight face when he tries to explain that a military discount does in fact not apply when you’re dating a marine, but he keeps his temper in check with the first customer, only to completely lose it when a man comes up when he calls out a drink for Debra. The male customer going off about how he didn’t order a Venti pumpkin spiced latte, about how stupid the barista’s at Starbucks are. It is in that moment, in that universe that Ghost decided he didn’t need that goddamn job.
The thought of it alone is enough to make you snicker too. “Shit you’d make the headlines.”
Ghost stays quiet for a brief moment. “Would that mean there’s an universe where my father..” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but you know what he means. Your heart aches for him, an empty sensation in your chest. During one drunken night Ghost confessed all that had happened in his childhood. The words spilling out of his like a drunken waterfall. Word after word flowing out of his mouth, leaving him a drunken, crying mess.
When you tried to bring it up the next day he waved your worries away. The fact that he brings it up right now.. It hurts.
“Yeah.” You mutter as you fixate your gaze on the moon. “That universe does exist.”
“Huh.” Ghost lets out a soft sound. “I hope that version of me is happy.”
Your hand squeezes his tighter, as if you want to never let go, as if you want to heal his inner child with every ounce of love you have in you.
His voice breaks the silence. “What do you think the version of us who didn’t join the military would have as a job?”
You need to think for a moment before you can answer his question. The army had been your life the moment you had joined, all your friends were in the army, some of them being close enough to you to be considered family, Ghost being one of those people.
“I think I’d be a teacher.” You eventually say. “You know, I’ve always enjoyed teaching people, and I have a lot of patience.”
Ghost laughs at your answer. “You? A lot of patience? I’ve heard you yell at Soap for fucking up a recipe.”
“In my defence.” You start your protest. “He was frying a goddamn egg and burnt the whole thing to a crisp. You have to be a complete moron to do so.”
“And you think kids won’t be complete morons?” Ghost questions.
“That’s different.” You try to save your skin. “But maybe not a teacher. Maybe I’d be more fit to be an artist, or a florist or something.” A soft sigh follows your words.
“Ya know. I could see you be a florist.” Ghost answers you. “I could see you tend to flowers, make bouquets. Coming home smelling like a thousand and one different flowers.”
The idea alone brings a smile on your lips, maybe that would’ve been a life you would have enjoyed. “What about you?” You ask Ghost.
“A mechanic.” A sense of pride in his voice. “I might not be the best driver there is.”
“That’s an understatement.” You chime in.
“Shut up.” Ghost mumbles. “As I was saying. I’m not the best driver, so I’d have to learn to fix my car myself, and you know, one thing leading to another, and before you know it, I’d be a mechanic.”
You can’t deny that the idea of Ghost being a mechanic does seem right to you, he’s smart enough to learn things like that, not afraid to get his hands dirty.
But of course you can’t let the opportunity to bully your lieutenant slide.
“Even if there are an infinite amount of universes, I don’t think there is a single one where you’d be a good driver.”
“Oh I swear to God.” Ghost groans. “I wreck three cars and all of the sudden I’m a bad driver.”
You close your eyes as warm, wet droplets fall on your face, the rain feels refreshing and you’re in no mood to leave the grass, being too comfortable on your back, Ghost laying next to you, your fingers intertwined.
“This would mean that there is an universe where I would be a dad.” Ghost mentions. You want to turn your face, look at him, but the rain would make it uncomfortable, so you decide against it.
“I think you’d make a wonderful dad.” You say with a soft voice. The image of Ghost being a father filling your mind.
The big, scary, buff lieutenant being a dad to a little girl, trying to get her ponytails as neatly as possible.
The big, scary Ghost sitting at a pink table that is way too small, pretending to drink tea, holding up is pinky as he does so.
Ghost going to a fair with his little girl on his shoulders, winning a big stuffed unicorn for her at a shooting game.
Softie Ghost who has to first back the tears when his little girl leaves for the first day of preschool.
Big dad Ghost holding his girl tight after her first break up, wanting to break a neck someone breaking her heart.
The big, scary, buff lieutenant holding his baby boy for the first time. A tiny baby being held by those large hands.
The big, scare Ghost roughhousing with his boy, letting the kid win. Loud groans filling the living room as he admits defeat.
Ghost going to a fair, his little boy holding his hand before he tries to teach his son how to shoot.
Softie Ghost, clenching his jaw and trying to hold back the tears when he prepares his sons lunchbox for his first day of preschool.
Big dad Ghost, silently cheering on his son as he musters up the courage to ask his crush to prom.
“Yeah. You’d make a wonderful dad.” You repeat yourself.
You can tell by the way Ghost squeezes your hand again that your words mean a lot to him, and you can’t blame him, given his own childhood.
“You’ve never answered my first question, Simon.” You say, as the reality of the situation starts to settle in.
“If you could choose any universe, which one would you like to live in?”
It stays quiet for a moment, before you open your eyes, turning your head to look at him, blood splatters painting your face red, as your mind tries to convince you that it is just the rain, and you know that if you close your eyes again, you’d believe it. You can tell by his raspy breath that it is getting harder for Ghost to cling on to life.
“I think.” He starts, as the bullets fly around you, the bullet wounds in your lower abdomen and chest are starting to hurt more and more, and you can no longer ignore the burning sensation they bring. No matter how much you try to focus on your conversation.
His head turns to face yours. “I think I would like to live in the universe where I would take you out for dinner after this mission.”
A soft, sad smile forms on his lips. “Or I would like to live in the universe where you would come home from your florist job, and I would be at home waiting for you, our little boy and girl being ecstatic that you’re home again.”
He squeezes your hand one more time, it takes him all the strength that he has left. “I’d like that.” You whisper. “I think I would love to live in that universe too.”
You’re lucky enough that he can hear those words before the light leaves his eyes. If only you’d both be living in another universe. If only this universe would give you both another chance. Your eyes shift to your hand, your fingers still intertwined with Ghost’s as you wait for your death to come.
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Happy Birthday, Cupcake
Title: Happy Birthday, Cupcake
Rating: G
Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader (Cupcake)
Word Count: 900
Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff
A/N: For @lilacprincessofrecovery, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I hope today is absolutely fantastic for you, you deserve it. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.
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He had set the alarm for 11:59 pm to give you exactly a minute to get your bearings together while he placed kisses all over your face. His chuckle at your confusion is what woke you up fully.
“Happy Birthday, Cupcake,” Clark whispers in the dark to you before turning on the bedside lamp, “I couldn’t wait to get my arms around you again.”
“Clark, we just went to sleep less than two hours ago,” You chuckle at his impatience as his hands roam over your voluptuous figure, “You know I don’t want a bunch of hoopla over today, right?”
“Yeah, I heard you the first fifty times you said it,” Clark smiles down at you and kisses your forehead, “But that doesn’t mean I have to listen.”
“Clark–”
The rush of air as Clark speeds out of the room is enough to cut you off. Your hair whipping in your face muffles any words you tried to say. One of these days, you were going to get used to that. It’s not like he does it a lot, just mostly in the middle of your sentences.
In the blink of an eye, he is back in the room holding a gift box. He walks over to sit in bed with you and pulls a card out from behind his back. He lifts the card and waves it.
“Card first, then you can have what’s in this box, Cupcake.” He hands you the card and you read your name in Clark’s handwriting on the envelope.
You open it up to find a card with black and white artwork of a young boy kissing a blushing young girl on the cheek. You giggle at the sweet image and open the card to find Clark’s words.
‘Happy Birthday to the light of my life.
You are the reason why I smile, laugh, and hope.
I want you to enjoy your special day because you’ve earned it.
No matter what you think you deserve, take every smile and every wish, and every gift.
But, take mine first because it’s the best and I really want you to like it.
I love you, my sweet girl.
-C’
You finish reading and your heart swells with how freaking adorable this man is. He’s great at writing notes in cards and making you feel like a Queen. He loves you, after all. Every nook and cranny of you.
“Clark, that was beautiful. Thank you so much, baby,” You kiss him and rest your forehead against his, “So can I have my gift now?”
Clark beams, handing you the thin rectangular box. You return his smile and release the ribbon from around it. You remove the lid and find a gorgeous chain with a heart pendant encasing your birthstone as well as Clark’s birthstone.
You gasp and cover your mouth. “Clark!”
“Do you wanna try it on?” He laughs and takes the box from you after you nod excitedly. Walking around the bed, he stands at your side and you turn your back to him so he can put on your gift.
After fastening the clasp, Clark kisses the nape of your neck. “Your other gift is in the living room, Cupcake.” You can hear the smile in his voice.
“Other gift? Clark, I told you–”
“Yeah, I know. Just, indulge me?” His arms wrap around you and you squeak as he lifts you off the bed with ease. Yet another thing you will just have to get used to. Clark’s strength was on full display whenever he picked you up like you were a bag of feathers.
And let’s face it, sometimes feeling teeny tiny is just what the doctor ordered. Letting yourself feel precious is all a part of your self-care after all.
He takes your hand, leading you through the hallway and into the living room which is lit solely by candlelight. Everywhere you look is covered in tea lights. It’s magical. Clark leads you to the center of the room and then steps behind you.
“Clark, what’s going on?” You ask, turning around and seeing Clark on one knee holding out an open ring box.
“I know you’re not really big on celebrating your birthday, but I want to change that. I am so grateful for this date. I’m so thankful that you were born so that I could spend the rest of my life loving you,” He lifts out the ring and holds it up to you, “Would you do me the tremendous honor of being my wife?”
With tears in your eyes, you nod and choke out a “Yes.” Clark places the ring on your shaking hand and stands to wipe away your tears. Leaning down to kiss you, Clark wraps his arms around you and holds you close for a few moments.
“So, this is minimal hoopla, right?” Clark tests the waters and raises an eyebrow as he leans back to lock eyes with you.
“I’d say it’s the definitive amount of hoopla,” You reply, raising your hand to look at your ring as it sparkles in the candlelight before cupping Clark’s cheek, “Absolutely perfect.”
“I can’t believe it’s your birthday and I’m the one who feels like they’ve been given the best gift in the world,” Clark grins from ear to ear, “Happy Birthday, Cupcake. I love you.”
“I love you too, Clark.”
A/N: I’m a sucker for Clark Kent and so is @lilacprincessofrecovery. I am so excited to have written this for you for your birthday, my dear. Enjoy your day and take time to be grateful for the small things.
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hi hi!! i saw that you take requests(sorta), but if you don’t, please delete this ask or ignore it!!
so, recently it emerged the rumor that diluc and donna are gonna get married, or are in a possible engagement fruit from some sort of contract
now, supposing that my last supposition is correct (the contract), how would the reader reacted when diluc tells them about it, while they both are in a relationship with each other? (basically a tiny angst)
again, if you do not take requests or are too busy for them, or simply the prompt isn’t to your appeal, feel free to ignore/delete it!!
"I love you more than words can say..."
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Pairing: Diluc x (gn!) Reader
Tags: SFW, angst to comfort, both Reader and Diluc are crying, lots of fluff, cuddles and confessions at the end.
A/N: I know this has been sitting in my ask box since September but I meant to write something for it for so long already and now I finally had time to do so. I hope you still get to see and read this. I always feel guilty for keeping some requests in my inbox for so long 😣
“Did you already hear that the young Ragnvindr is going to be wed our Donna soon? That must mean he and his current fling must’ve broken up.”
“Oh, pray tell?”
You froze in place as you heard the gossip of some oblivious bypassers. You were just standing in front of Good Hunter, buying some groceries as you heard a sentence that made your heart throb while simultaneously causing your thoughts to race a thousand miles per hour. You almost dropped the bag with groceries you were holding because of the sheer wave of panic and shock those words had inflicted upon you.
“... hey, is everything alright?”, Sara asked worriedly.
“Sorry. What did you say?”, you shook your head in order to get back to the here and now. Surely this was just one of those weird rumors without any substance again. Diluc would’ve told you if it was true, right?
“You suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence and looked like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Ah, pardon me. I thought I heard something.”
You continued putting the remaining groceries in your bag in silence. You were so startled you even forgot what you and Sara even had been talking about prior to this incident. You paused as you considered asking Sara about the rumor and whether she has heard about it, too.
“Say, did you happen to hear about the marriage of Donna and Diluc, too?”, you hesitantly inquired after giving it some thought.
“Oh, that one. Yeah, of course. Everyone’s already been waiting forever for it to happen. After all, you don’t get to see someone marry the richest person in the entirety of Mondstadt every day. It’s pretty exciting if you ask me. Don’t you think?”
“Yes, very… exciting.”
You gulped loudly as you hurried off to the Angel’s Share where you hoped to find Diluc to confront him directly if what you just heard bore any truth. And you prayed to Celestia it doesn’t.
Not only would it mean he kept it from you the entire time and essentially lied to you, but also that he just used you. But it was just a stupid rumor, right? It had to be.
You basically barged into the Angel’s Share with panic evident on your face. It wasn’t open for business yet seeing as it was still pretty early in the day, so the only one present inside was the one you were looking for. Diluc was just carrying some things into the store room when you arrived and he immediately dropped everything to rush over to you.
“Love? Are you alright?”, he attempted to take your hand but you yanked it away. The expression on his face shifted to one of great concern.
“Don’t touch me!”, you yelled. “Stop pretending and playing me for a fool!”
Hot tears welled up in your eyes and flowed down your cheeks. You had tried to hold them back but it proved to be impossible. Even more so when you didn’t know where to put all these emotions in your heart. Anger and sadness mixed with the unsurmountable love you felt for the man before you who had also betrayed your trust.
“I don’t quite follow.”, he said, shook his head, and furrowed his eyebrows.
“Bullshit.”, you hissed. “How long do you intend to play with my heart? Just stop I know the truth…”
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean is you being engaged to Donna!”, you said with your voice barely above a whisper. Your throat felt constricted from all the things you wanted to scream out but couldn't. “What even am I to you, Diluc?”
He rubbed his hands over his eyes and let out a long sigh. You noticed that they too had become red and puffy. You had completely missed that he had started crying too and you didn’t know how to react or interpret it. Did he want to be pitied, was he just frustrated that he got caught, or was it something else?
“It is not what it sounds like.”, he breathed out as his eyes continued to fill with tears. But you were done, you didn't want to hear any excuses that he would probably just make up as well. You turned around and headed for the door as you felt him holding onto your arm to keep you from leaving.
“Please - please listen to me.”, he begged and you could feel his grip tighten on your arm in desperation.
“I’ll give you two minutes.”, you stated coldly.
You walked over to the bar and sat down on one of the stools, looking at him expectantly. And he better had a damn good excuse or this will be the last time he’d ever get to see you.
He exhaled shakily before facing you and taking both your hands in his.
“What you heard was once true… however, it is no longer. I never loved Donna, nor will I ever. You’re the only one I love and you’re the one I want to marry. I’m sorry you had to find all of this out the way you did, I should’ve told you about it way earlier. But I didn’t think it would ever resurface. My father was the one who arranged the marriage but after his passing, it sunk into oblivion and I thought it would stay there for good because I never wanted to marry someone I don't love.”
You were still shaken up but you were watching his expression carefully as he spoke and your gut was telling you that he was speaking the truth.
“Recently... Donna came up to me again and wanted me to fulfill that arrangement which I politely declined and told her I wouldn't want to marry anyone but you. She left in an angered state but I didn’t think she would go as far as to start spreading rumors. She must've intended to put me under the pressure of the public eye or cause you to leave me.”, he continued to explain with frustration in his voice.
He deeply sighed once more and reassuringly squeezed your hands a little tighter. He looked deep into your eyes and a soft smile seeped through his pained expression before he spoke again.
“So, I beg you to believe me when I say there is no other person I love. There is only room for you in my heart and there only ever will be. I don’t know what I would do if you left me. You complete me like no other.”
He wiped the tears out of his eyes with the back of his hand before looking at you once more with a heartbroken expression looking back at your equally shattered expression. So you both stood there crying, unsure whether it was out of relief or aftershocks of the initial fight had.
“You idiot.”, you sniffled through your tears as you nudged his shoulder with your fist and made an effort to throw him a playful smile. “You should’ve just told me!”
“Yes, I know… I'm so sorry.”
You got up from the stool and embraced him in a mind-numbingly tight hug while nuzzling your face into his chest and soaking in his scent. He was quick to return your embrace with a sigh of relief. He patted down your back and kissed the crown of your head softly. You felt like ten stones were lifted off your chest at once and you were finally able to breathe again.
“I love you so much, it almost kills me.”
“I love you too, Diluc. More than words can say.”
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For Me (Levi Ackerman x Reader)
CHAPTER SEVEN: COLLEAGUES
Over the next 2 weeks you spend a lot of time with Levi. You learn his routine, what he likes to order at restaurants, all that good stuff. However, neither of you have spent the night at each others house. For you, you knew that it would be hard to control yourself if you were in bed with Levi.
Levi enjoys the finer things in life, but not in a stuck-up way. He loves a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant, but also doesn't mind staying in and having a movie night. He works a lot, which makes it so you only see him really at night and on the weekends. It gives you something to look forward to, but it doesn't feel like enough time.
It's Wednesday - half way through the week. Since you and Levi have decided what you're relationship is (more like Levi decided) you haven't gone to the coffee shop much. He's been bringing you coffee before he heads to work, which is a sweet treat for you.
This day is no different.
You hear a knock at your door and open it to see your stoic boyfriend holding your iced coffee and a bouquet of flowers. "You needed fresh ones." He walked into your apartment and took out the old flowers (from last week), cleaned the vase and set up the new bouquet.
You sip your coffee as you watch Levi work the flowers. He meticulously places them and makes sure every flower is tended to. Your eyes wander down his body - he's wearing a navy suit that is perfectly tailored to him with chestnut shoes. "You look very handsome today."
"I have a big meeting today with some potential clients." Levi double checked the flowers. "These are good to go. I'm gonna head out now."
"Have a great day." You smile as Levi takes a step towards you, his eyes swallowing your figure. You're wearing a tank top with no bra, and your comfy short shorts. Your ass basically falls out of them.
"Don't go outside like that." Levi presses his lips to yours, bringing his hand to your face. "This is for me only."
"Okay dad." You roll your eyes, walking him to the door.
"Daddy is the only acceptable form of 'dad' that I'll answer to." His tone was flat, so you couldn't tell if he was kidding or not.
He had to be, right?
"I'll call you when I'm on my lunch." Levi kissed your cheek swiftly before turning around and heading towards the stairs. You lean against your doorframe, still feeling Levi's kiss on your lips. This is really your life. Levi Ackerman is your boyfriend.
You're about halfway through your new novel at this point. You got in touch with your editor to let her know that you'll be sending a draft her way soon. This excites you - it's been months since you had any motivation to write.
As you finish typing a sentence, you feel your phone vibrate in your lap.
"Hello?" You tap the 'speaker' button.
"Why do you always answer the phone like you don't have caller id?" Levi said.
"Because that's just what people do. Sorry we're not all special specimens like you."
"Anyway. Our clients loved us, and the office wants to go out to happy hour to celebrate after work."
"Okay! Have fun. Are you coming over after?"
"You're coming with me. And then we're going home together."
"I missed the part where you asked me if I wanted to go."
"I didn't ask. Be ready by 6." Levi hung up the phone. Sometimes he can be so sweet, but other times it's like he forgets that he has other people to communicate with and we all don't think the way he does.
You sigh, shutting your laptop and pushing it towards the back of your desk. You turn your head to your closet, knowing you'll be tearing it up to find an outfit. You look at the time on your phone: 1:30PM. It's time to start getting ready.
You take an everything shower, making sure there's no hair anywhere on your legs. You moisturize your skin, wash your hair, everything.
This is the first time you're meeting anyone in Levi's circle. Even though he says they're his "colleagues" you know that that's his way of saying friends. You blow dry and curl your hair, watching the curls bounce before you brush them out into loose waves. Your makeup is simply but glowy - your go to.
Your outfit consists of a beige square neck body suit with straight leg jeans that are slightly distressed. You pick out a pair of beige heels to match - they're not too high to where you're uncomfortable but you'll be at Levi's height now.
By the time you're done with everything, it's 5:45. You decide to pick up a bit around your apartment and spray your favorite vanilla perfume.
Right at 6, there's a knock at your door.
"What did I do to deserve seeing Levi Ackerman at my front door twice in one day?" You tilt your head to the side, smiling.
Levi's eyes wandered to your chest, which was accentuated by the neckline of the bodysuit. You have a bigger chest, which you typically hide. You watched Levi's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "You look beautiful, per usual. Do you have everything? A bag for stuff you'll need for tonight?"
"Wait, why would I need that?"
"Because you're staying at my house tonight."
"Staying as in..."
"Sleeping over. You're sleeping at my house tonight. With me."
"I didn't know." You bit down on your bottom lip. "Ok, give me a few minutes. Sit down." You turn to grab a tote bag out of your closet and grab your essentials. Toothbrush, makeup remover, a change of clothes, a pair of UGG slippers, pajamas, and body wash. "Done." You hold up the bag with a smile plastered on your face.
Levi nods as he takes the bag from you, turning off the light in your foyer. You lock the door behind you and triple check that its actually locked before you both descend down the stairs.
"So where's happy hour?" You ask as you watch Levi's hands on the steering wheel.
"It's at this bar downtown that everyone likes to go to. I don't go out much, so I've only been there once when I got my promotion."
You nod as he explains, gazing out the window. You feel Levi's large hand land on your thigh, squeezing it gently. "They're going to love you."
"I hope so." It's like he knew exactly what you were feeling. That you were anxious to meet the people that are around him every day because they could think you're not good enough for him. They could have seen ex girlfriends that were prettier than you. Levi rubbed his thumb across your thigh for reassurance.
Levi helped you out of his car before leading you into the building, which was half bar, half restaurant.
"Levi! You made it!" You look up and see a group of people with drinks in your hand. The one that called for Levi was one of the guys that was with Jean when he asked for your number.
"I'm still Mr. Ackerman outside of work." Levi squeezes your hand gently. "This is my girlfriend." Levi introduces you.
"So you're the reason he smiles!" A brunette woman with glasses walks up to you. "My name is Hange. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
"Likewise!" You shake her hand, smiling.
"This is Erwin, my best friend and President of Ackerman Inc." Levi points to a tall blonde man with piercing blue eyes.
"Nice to meet you. Levi has told me a lot about you." Erwin shakes your hand.
"Not a lot. Don't listen to him." Levi rolls his eyes, introducing you to the rest of his colleagues. "This is my cousin, Mikasa. The one I was telling you about that loves your books. And this is her boyfriend, Eren."
Eren was the one that Levi said to call him Mr. Ackerman. You smile as you meet the couple, noticing the similarities between Levi and Mikasa. They're both very poised and serious at all times.
Levi leaves you for a few moments to mingle. Mikasa grabs your arm gently to get your attention.
"I know my cousin can be an ass." She smiles. "But he really cares about you. He's talked about you and has even cracked a smile while doing so."
"Thanks, Mikasa. I appreciate that. He's not the easiest to deal with." You laugh, glancing over at Levi. He's standing with Erwin and Hange as he waits for drinks at the bar. He doesn't bother asking you what you want to order, since it's always a white wine.
Your nerves calm down a bit when Levi's fingers graze yours to hand you your glass. "You okay? Are you having a good time?"
"Yes, Levi." You take a sip of your wine. "Your friends are nice. I like them."
"Colleagues."
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Bro I'm stupid and I press send without fucking finish the sentence
ANYHOW, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAVE YOU DONE BY TELLING MR YOU WRITE FOR KÖNIG
I look at your pinned post and you said you write angst
CAN I GET A ONE SHOT, HC OR WHATEVER YOU WANT REALLY WITH LIKE KÖNIG ARGUING WITH HIS S/O? BUT LIKE they're arguing and he ends up saying something really mean. Good old hurt/comfort or hurt/no comfort, do what you deem fit 👀
CAUSE IM TIRED OF SEEING SHY UWU BOI KÖNIG AROUND, I WANT THIS MAN TO DESTROY MY FEELINGS
This one was kinda self indulgent because I’d do the same thing König would do to really close friends and people I knew. 😕 This one is a sadder on so be aware.
Reader is Non-Binary!!!
Cw! Angst with no comfort, Arguing, abuse mentions
You and König had a great relationship, very open and loving. You guys always respected each other no matter what. But König had outbursts due to his anxiety. He constantly would belittle himself and look for comfort from you and usually you had no issue helping him out but It got tiring. He just got more and insecure about your relationship and himself that you just started to leave him to his feelings.
He’d get anxious, yell at you, start crying in your arms and say it’s all his fault. And it was this almost every single day. You tired to reassure him but it was like he was just using you for comfort not even like a real relationship anymore. You believed that he thought you were just his therapist. He’d barely ever kiss you hug you it just turned into yelling and sobbing and you turning into the ‘asshole’.
You were so fucking tired of it. And what do you know it happened again like usual. König was beating himself up about stuff yelling at you about it while you just sat there with a blank expression. When he finally calmed down he spoke shakily. “C-can I have a hug?” He asked sadly and you continued to give him that exhausted expression.
He was confused beyond belief, why weren’t you rushing to comfort him?
“No.” You stated turning the TV off. “W-wha- why?” You stood up. “Because I’m sick and tired of you just using me, we used to have such a great loving relationship now all you ever do is take your emotions out on me and expect me to comfort you!”
You rubbed your temples and you could tell he started to get mad. “I’m not u-using you! I didn’t say you couldn’t talk to me about anything-“ you cut him off “every-time I’d ever try to talk about anything you were always busy and didn’t have enough time for me. But when I’m doing something you can say whatever you want, I’m so done with it!” You shout angrily.
“B-but you can’t just-“ you cut him off again “No just shut the fuck up for five seconds! I understand you have problems and struggles and I have no issue with helping you but it’s become to the point where all you ever do is yell at me to make yourself feel better than leave me with a headache and heartache.”
He begins to cry while you can do nothing but glare at him. “We need to take a break, if you can’t see what you’re doing is wrong than the last thing I need is to be in a relationship with you.” You grab your phone. “Get your shit and get out, I’ll call you a taxi. When you’ve finally decided to not be an asshole you can talk to me, now go!” He drops to the ground sobbing uncontrollably on the ground holding onto your leg as he begs for forgiveness.
You kick him off making him stumble back. “If you don’t hurry up I’ll also add a restraining order to the list, now go. Get. Your. Stuff. Or I will set it on fire.” He slugs himself up sadly still crying as he goes to get his stuff. You turn the TV back on scrolling through whatever is on. He comes back down a few minutes later with his eyes all red sad. You look at your phone. “Taxi’s right around the corner go wait outside.” You speak emotionlessly.
He sniffles as the bright glaring lights of a car show up. You stand up putting your hand out. “Keys.” He whimpers not wanting to give them up. You yank his keys out his hand taking the one to your house. “Go.” He cries weakly walking towards the taxi. As soon as he sits down in the car you slam the door shut.
You sighed tiredly. You looked around the house, at the pictures of you and him. You both were so happy, but not anymore.
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Hey, love!
I just wanted to say that I absolutely love that you write for Emily because she's my favorite, and you write her so well.
There's this idea I think you'd be AMAZING at.
Emily finally comes back from the dead' and is back with reader in their shared home, and the Doyle case is done with but the reader still gets nightmares of her death.
Maybe the reader took place of Derek and she was the one with Emily before the ambulance took her to the hospital, so the nightmares are her dealing with that all over again.
Free reign to do anything and everything you’d like to!
Thanks, love! You’re doing amazing and you’re so talented! ❤️❤️❤️
It felt real
*Authors note~I'm so excited to write this I feel like it's a valid reaction that's not spoken of enough*
Trigger warnings~ mentions of death nightmares
Prompt~ see ask^^^^^
You'll never get over the memory burned into your brain of your girlfriend on the floor bleeding out with a stake in her stomach. You had her blood on your hands as you attempted to put pressure on the bleed. "Baby! Please Emmy let me see those beautiful eyes please" you begged trying to keep the tears from your voice. "Let me go" she murmured going in and out of consciousness. "Stay with me baby! Emily don't you leave me. You promised forever please em squeeze my hand" you begged her to just hold on. The medics would be here soon, they would. "That's it babe!" You encouraged her weak squeeze as the medics came bursting in.
It's a blur, one minute your there and she's in and out of life with her blood covering your shaking hands to being in the hospital waiting room as JJ informed everyone she never made it off the table. Sometimes that's where the nightmares end, other times your transported back to watching Doyle and Serbrus beat your girlfriend over and over till she dances on the inch of life before the squash that last speck of life from her body as you are tied and forced to watch her die knowing you didn't save her. You knew it wasn't factual but it always felt so real.
You'd had these dreams since that night, even though your girlfriend had actually survived and had to hide out in Paris till Doyle was captured, which he had been just three days ago, now your lover was back getting ready to sleep next to you for the first time in seven months. You saw her brand, you kissed over every inch of it while reassuring her it changed nothing, she was still as beautiful as ever and that part of her body contained the most precious jewel, her heart.
Truly you didn't tell Emily because you didn't want to worry her, after all she'd been the one to die, not you. So you both feel asleep in each others arms for what you hoped would be a nightmare free sleep now she was home. You were wrong, you knew that it was foolish to think it would disappear so quickly.
Your legs and arms flailing around, sweat soaking your body and sheets as you watched your girlfriend die again. "Emily, Emmy no please wake up" you sobbed which caused the other woman to wake up after your left hand hit her breast. "Ow? What the-" she was cut off by another wail, "no no no fuck you JJ she's not she's alive fuck you" you sobbed tears steaming down your cheeks as you remained stuck in that vivid dream. Emily felt her heart drop, you thought she was dead? And you blamed JJ? But why? JJ was following orders and wasn't able to even tell will that she was alive. Of course she understood your upset but she made a mental note to but JJ some of her favourite wine due to everyone blaming her.
"Shhh, angel? I'm here. It's your Emmy" she murmured hesitantly reaching out to dry your tears only to by your body bolting up right as your gasped for air. Bleary eyes and in the throes of a panic attack you attempted to come back to earth. "Don't touch me! Don't fucking touch me" you sobbed still thinking you were there where the team tried to console you but you could focus on was the sentence repeating in your brain. Your Emily was dead. Gone.
"Oh angel, I'm sorry I'm so so sorry my love. I'm here I'm safe. Your safe, we are safe me you and serg" she mumbled to you in a hope of breaking through the haze. You rapidly blinked and whimpered, "em?"
"That's right baby I'm here" she murmured to you causing you to throw yourself at the raven haired women and sob. All the pain, frustration, confusion and blame of the last seven months overwhelming you. "It's okay sweetheart, you let it all out. I'm right here I promise" she murmured shifting you on her her lap and rocking you soothingly. She guided your hand to rest over her heart, "feel that angel?"
You nodded through your tears, "it beats for you baby. I'm still here and alive because of you" she whispered as you calmed down in her lap, "I love you baby" which you murmured the same back before Sergio felt a little left out and tried to squeeze himself between the two of you in an attempt to steal some attention, "oh serg" you chuckled causing Emily to smile at you. "Mom is back huh? You missed her too hm? I'm not gonna be the favourite am I?" You muttered to the black cat as he tried to nuzzle close to his mom. You pouted at Sergio secretly loving seeing your girlfriend with her cat again. A little yawn escaped you, Emily immediately shifted for you to lay on her chest with serigo tucked in between the pair of your legs. This is what was real, right now the love between you and your little family was real.
Word count~ 1017
#anon answered#v3nusxsky answers#fanfic#emily prentiss x y/n#emily prentiss x you#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss x fem!reader#emily prentiss fanfiction#ssa emily prentiss#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds#anon request
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This fic idea has been in my brain for few weeks now and since I'm definitely not gonna actually write it (mostly because English is my second language and I feel nervous writing in it, so sorry if some of sentences are wired) I wanna put it here
Basically, it's les mis au where instead of police inspector Javert grows up to be doctor. He still was born in prison and still has that fucked up mentality of "everyone who ever broke the law is a horrible person with no exception", but instead of "I'll make sure that everyone of them suffers the consequences of their actions" it's "I'll make sure they live long enough to suffer the consequences of their actions". So he's still an asshole, just in a slightly different way
It's a valvert fic obviously, so even though the main plot point are the same, there is a big difference between how Valjean and Javert actually interact with each other. Under read more I'll put basically the entire plot of this fic (each paragraph is different chapter), so if any one actually likes this idea, feel free to take it, just let me know
So it's all starts with Javert working in Toulon as doctor for a few months now. He gets a new patient who was crashed by a boulder and then he asks the guards about what happened, they tell him about a prisoner who lifted the boulder with his bare hands. Intrigued, he asks the guards to bring this prisoner to him to "make sure he didn't injured himself and can continue his work tomorrow". So they bring Valjean to him. For Javert it's a normal check up there he asks about the accident, how he's feeling right now and prison related questions (like for his real name, why he's here etc.), but for Valjean it's the first time in years someone talks with him like he's a person and not a beast. And, because Javert doesn't talk about how he hates every single lawbreaker, Valjean thinks that he actually cares about his patients and is a nice guy. It's the only time they actually talk in Toulon, but they see each other on few occasions.
Because Javert is a doctor, then he moves to m sur m, he has no idea that Valjean broke his parole and on the run. So then he meets mayor Madeleine, even though there is something familiar about him, he doesn't think much about it. Valjean on the other hand immediately recognised him, but decided not to tell him the truth for now and get to know him first. So instead of constantly avoiding each other, they actually become almost friends and start to develop mutual crush, but they don't act on it.
Then the accident with Fauchelevent carriage happens, Javert sees for the first time how strong is Madeleine and after tells him to visit the hospital to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Then they're in Javerts cabinet alone, he tells Madeleine how he heard stories in Toulon about a man, who was as strong as mayor himself. And just then Valjean decides to tell the truth, Javert is like: "But that man was a convict and we both know, that every person who broke the law is horrible and can't change for the better. You're saint in comparison to this man and I'm sorry for disrespecting you like that, monsieur le maire." Valjean then asks why he thinks like that, Javert tells him his backstory and his world view, so he decides not to tell him the truth again. After few more months, they both slowly realise they have feelings for each other, but because they unsure if the other feels the same, they still don't confess.
Then Fantine gets arrested, Valjean orders to release her and this time police officers let her go free with zero objections. Then he brings her to the hospital, he tells Javert that he found this woman unconscious on the street, because he's afraid that Javert might treat her different from other patients if he knew she was arrested. They now spend even more time together, because Valjean visits her every day and they both trying to safe her life. Few months later Javert gets a latter, in which he's ordered to go to Arras so can identify a convict who broke his parole and recently was captured. He gives this latter to the mayor and explains that he will leave for two days. Valjean asks what will he say to the officers and Javert is like: "I'll tell them the truth. If I'm sure that this man is Valjean, I'll tell them that. And if it's not him, I'll tell that they got the wrong man." Javert leaves and Valjean panics.
Then Javert returns, he tells the mayor that it was definitely Valjean and that his trial will be tomorrow. Just like in canon Valjean gets to Arras on time, tells the truth about his identity and returns to m sur m. He goes to the hospital and tells everything to Javert in hopes that, because they are friends, he'll understand and help him escape. But their dialogue goes horribly wrong and while they're fighting (or more accurately Valjean's trying to explain himself and Javert is furious and doesn't want to hear him out), Fantine dies. Valjean escapes to go for Cosette, while Javert tells the officers, where he might run. After all of this, Javert thinks that their whole friendship was a lie and that Valjean only wanted to make fun of him.
Valjean and Cosette both move to Paris, just like in canon. Javert get invetation to work in the most prestigious hospital in Paris, because he's one of the best doctors of his time (not because he's much better than any body, but because he likes to clean his work place after every patient and has much lower mortality rate). I'm still not sure, how I want them to meet in this chapter. It's either: Valjean gets injured, goes to hospital because Cosette forced him, they see each other from a distance and recognise each other, Valjean escapes; or: they both in the park listening to les Amis, Javert sees him from afar and tries to get closer to make sure it's really him, guards arrive to arrest the students and they get separated. Both versions lead to the same conclusion: Javert now knows, that Valjean is in Paris, and wants to put him behind bars.
Then the barricades are build, Javert is ordered to go there to help injured guards. There he sees Valjean in uniform, but before he can do anything, the guards go to attack the barricades and Valjean goes with them. Then they come back, Javert doesn't see him with them and checks every corpse, but still can't find him. He then learns from other guards that one of them joined the side of rebels, he decides to see who it was himself. He gets to the other side of barricades and then confronted by rebels he just insults them so they take him hostage. That's where they finally meet again and Valjean asks permission to kill him. Once they alone in the alley, Valjean frees him and breaks his world view like in canon, but he also confess his love for Javert and they kiss. Valjean gives him his new name and address and Javert leaves very confused.
After the barricades fell, Javert goes there and can't find Valjean. He realises, that he left through the sewers, but doesn't tell anybody about it. He returns to the hospital to help injured guards. There he gets a message from m. Gillenormand (who is his regular patient in this fic) about medical emergency. He goes to the mansion, guesses that Marius was injured on the barricades and learns that Valjean brought home. After that he goes to the address that Valjean has given him and finds him waiting. They finally talk, Javert has his mental breakdown, but this time Valjean helps him sort out all his thoughts: "Even though your motiv was wrong, you still saved countless of lives. And now you can continue your work but with compassion towards everyone, no matter who they were or who they are." Valjean convinces Javert to stay in his house for the night.
They start to spend more time together taking care of Marius. After he recovers, Javert tells Valjean that he decided to transfer from the prestige hospital to the one for people who can't afford proper medical care. Valjean is very happy with this decision (this is the place where I would have written smut, but you don't have to imagine that I'm not your boss). After Cosette moves out to live with Marius, Valjean asks Javert to move in with him and he agrees. Javert convinces him to tell Cosette the truth about his backstory and of course she forgives him and still loves him. The end.
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hiiiii i'm here to gush about one who holds a star by @justaduckarts and no one can stop me ♡ here's the fanart, and i'll get to rambling under the cut :)
OKAY SO i kinda accidentally stumbled upon One Who Holds A Star, because i haven't watched all of the TSAMS episodes, but that sure didn't stop me! i binged all the chapters available to us right now, and i love so much about this fic, so bear with me while i go on and on about it!
i love the personality and character you can feel in every sentence. i love eclipse's honesty, even when it might not turn out to serve him, and it's so sweet to watch him and the star holder slowly lower their guard and enjoy their time together like nothing else they have in their lives. all of the characters in this fic have big personality, and he is one of my favorite examples: he may be one son of a bitch, a manipulative and conniving little guy, but he also has a driving force behind all that, and it's got me very curious indeed to see how far he has to take things in order to achieve his goals
okay soooo now it's time to talk about lunar! he's my baby grill. i LOVE this little trickster god. as soon as i read this:
i knew it was going to spend the next 8 hours cranking out crunchy art based off of it. and now i'm making it Y'ALLs problem. (by the way uhhhh i know that technically the hand is supposed to be on the other side and holding up a DIFFERENT corner of the mouth but it's too late i'm afraid)
i apologize for giving him the dumpy, duck 😔 i couldn't help myself. i'm so curious to know more about the star, and lunar, and pluto (by the way, her relationship with the star holder and with lunar are just. chefs kiss). i'm hoping there's going to be much more fanart of your silly guys, duck, because they have my heart!
have a lovely day, and thank you for sharing your beautiful writing with us!!
#one who holds a star#eclipse x reader#tsams#lunar x reader#agghhhhh#i can't stop thinking about em#forgive how plain the first panel is pls
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Gwynriel Week 2023 - Day 1: Series of Firsts
Look who crawled out of their cave and into the sunlight for the first time in months. Seriously, I thought I had forgotten how to form sentences and string them together, but here we are. I just can’t let Gwynriel week pass without doing something.
So here is an angsty, fluff and slightly smutty one-shot for our favourites. (I feel like I’ve changed my usual writing style for this, but I hope you don’t mind too much.)
@gwynrielweeksoffical
Word count: around 2500
Warnings: non-explicit smut (?)
The first time they held hands, Azriel found truth.
It was after a particularly grueling training session. Rain came pouring from the sky cold and heavy, making his leathers stick uncomfortably to every inch of skin. His wings got heavier by the minute too and he had to remind himself time and time again to not let them drop and slouch all over the floor. But even if the sun had shone and Cassian would have started to dance the gavotte in a tutu, his mood wouldn’t have been any better.
He probably was too caught up in his head over the mission. He probably gave out commands a little too harshly, let the females run a little too many rounds. It didn’t help as well that his shadows were constantly commenting Gwyn’s improvement instead of figuring out a plan like he ordered them too. He never snapped at his Shadows, but that day, he came close to it.
When training ended Azriel made his way across the ring in record time, wanting to sort out his thoughts without any company. But he didn’t get very far at all.
“Hey, Shadowsinger!”
Closing his eyes in a desperate attempt to gain patience, Azriel came to a halt. A beaming priestess caught up to him in no time, neither the cold nor the rain seemed to bother her.
Right in front of him, she held out her hand expectantly. “I would appreciate it very much if that little deal of ours was fulfilled immediately. I kicked ass today, the combination included.”
Azriel signed, his breath a white cloud in front of his face. “You did?”
Gwyn nodded solemnly. “Indeed. And I am sure you saw, or at least your Shadows did. So, hand me the treats I was promised.”
“You know that I have better things to do than to monitor you constantly?”, Azriel bit out. He regretted the words the second they left his tongue – not only because they weren’t true, but also because they were the reason that beautiful smile on her face began to dim.
“Well, yes.”, she lowered the hand that was previously outstretched and cradled it to her stomach, “I just figured you’d might-“
“Gwyn.”, he cut her off, “can we talk about this some other day?”
His Shadows immediately started to scold him. Now he had definitely driven her away, he had been unnecessarily cold and made her so uncomfortable that she’d surely end this conversation.
But instead of retreating, Gwyn drew together her brows, little pearls of rain cascading down her nose in the process. “Are you okay, Az?”
She asked the question like no one had ever done before. Rhys usually asked with the tone of the High Lord, wanting to know if his mental state is good enough to lead the spy network. Nesta asked sarcastically over a shared dinner. Elain asked timidly, like the answer might scare her and she’d rather not know.
Gwyn’s question had been genuine, laced with the concern of a close friend and the fearlessness of something more. Her softly spoken words were music to his ears, a symphony he wanted to replay in his mind over and over again.
So, instead of just sidestepping the truth or lie, he confessed. “I’m not.”
Gwyn gave him a sad smile, her curious gaze searching his face for answers, silently encouraging him to go on. “I think I haven’t been okay for a long time.”
It was then, when it happened. Gwyn slowly reached out her hand and intertwined her dainty fingers with his. Squeezing lightly, she told him, “Well, if you are in need of a patient listener, you know where to find me.”
Azriel bit his lip, nodding. He was suddenly too shy to even look at her, so instead his eyes wandered to the ground and then to their hands. He couldn’t find words to describe how much that little sentence meant to him. Because he knew – with Gwyn, he wouldn’t have to hold back, he could be brutally honest and yet wouldn’t face judgement.
The silences stretched on while they stood in the empty training ring, connected by their hands, until Gwyn broke it. “I could also tell you that I’m a good advice giver, but that would be a stretch.”
The Shadowsinger cracked his first smile of the week, which in turn caused Gwyn to smile as well. The night, he indeed sought her out, cutting his heart out for her to see and inspect.
He had hoped she would find it worthy.
She had never seen something so beautiful.
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The first time they kissed, Azriel found hope.
He planned every little detail about the date with unwavering precision. He knew the exact minute more people than usual crowded the center of Velaris, knew when the musicians start to play, what to wear, which flowers to present her with… but he forgot to set his own head straight.
He stumbled over his words the second he saw her descend the stairs in a beautiful green dress. What was meant to be a compliment came out in a jumbled sentence, causing Gwyn to suppress a smile. That smile didn’t help his nerves either.
During their dinner, overlooking the lit-up streets of Velaris, Gwyn chattered away freely while Azriel pondered over every word, every sentiment he wanted to share with her. Conversation was usually easy with Gwyn, but the weight of calling this their official ‘date’ threw all comfort he felt with her overboard.
He kept checking if she was comfortable, if she wanted more food or drink, if she was too warm or too cold, if the amount of people surrounding them bothered her.
When they made their way home, arms interlinked and strolling through the cobblestone streets, Azriel was certain he fucked up for good, and that he didn’t deserve to exchange another word with her.
“You’re brooding.”
His head snapped to the side, facing a wide-smiling Gwyn.
“I was fairly certain my company would keep you from overthinking your work, but it appears I overestimated my dazzling personality.”, she drew her voice out teasingly, baiting him to answer.
Azriel signed, stopped in his tracks and turned Gwyn to face him. He might as well use this opportunity to explain himself to her, that’s what she deserved.
“I’m incredibly sorry, Gwyn. I know this wasn’t the date you expected. I just couldn’t help my nerves.”, he confessed, his voice low and audible just for Gwyn. “Thank you anyways for agreeing to this. I hope it wasn’t a complete waste of time.”
Being done with the best explanation he could muster, he searched Gwyn’s features for any sign of annoyance or sadness. To his surprise, he only found confusion.
“Wait a second.”, Gwyn crossed her arms in front of her chest, “Do you mean to tell me that you barely spoke on this date because you were nervous?”
Now it was his turn to furrow his brows in confusion. “Yes?”
Gwyn burst out into giggles. “I can’t believe it. The infamous Shadowsinger, who fought in more wars than I can even name, who has years and years of dating experience, was nervous to take out a little priestess from the library?”
She didn’t get it, still smiling at the apparent silliness of his nerves. Because she didn’t know that he had been envisioning this date from the moment she first talked to him in training. That he looked at his brothers and their mates and wished with all of his heart that he could have what they had with her. That he would protect her with his life if he needed to.
“Gwyn, do you even know how big of a deal this is for me?”, he asked, his voice quivering just slightly with all the pent up emotions now bubbling to the surface. Gwyn’s smile froze. “You aren’t just another date to me. If I messed this up, then we wouldn’t just lose the opportunity of being together, but maybe our friendship too. And that’s something I can’t live without.”
He looked to the ground, suddenly unable to face the female he fell hopelessly in love with. “But it appears that I have to now.”
Suddenly, he felt a warm hand gently cupping his cheek, lifting his head. “Az.”
He covered her hand with his, desperately trying to memorize her touch, but still not meeting her eyes.
“Azriel, please look at me.”, Gwyn’s voice held nothing of her previous lightness, “Who ever said that you messed this up?”
The Shadowsinger found the courage to look at her now, if only to find out if she was joking or not. But Gwyn just looked sad, like she accidentally stepped on a puppy’s tail.
“This was the best date I’ve ever been on. I’ve gotten the most beautiful flowers, a flight over Velaris, a romantic dinner, and a male that clearly went out of his way to make this a memorable day for me.”, she swallowed, her eyes turning a bit glassy, “I genuinely thought something was bothering you, that you changed your mind about us being together, but were too polite to say something. Never in a million years would I have guessed that you were nervous.”
It was like the weight of a whole mountain fell from his chest at her words. He couldn’t even reply.
Gwyn smiled lightly, taking another step in his direction so that they stood chest to chest. “Az, may I kiss you?”
He only mustered a nod, completely overwhelmed by this sudden change of direction. And then, there was only the feeling of her lips on his. Gwyn kissed him gently but firmly, and he all but melted into her. Thankfully, he had enough presence of mind to engulf her into his arms as she sank into his body. This was more than he ever expected, more than he deserved, but he drank up every ounce of attention she gave him, every brush of her lips to his, every inch of her body pressed to him.
After the kiss ended, they still held each other close, foreheads touching.
“Don’t ever feel like you need to impress me in order for me to like you. You are all I’ve ever wanted.”, Gwyn whispered, and Azriel would be damned if her words didn’t break his heart and mend it all at the same time.
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The first time they slept together, Azriel found religion.
They had been moving slowly, Gwyn’s reactions dictating every move, touch and inch of skin revealed to each other. It was a process of up and down. On some nights, Gwyn would be too insecure, too shy to even share a deep kiss, so they would end up cuddling on the sofa in front of the fireplace, with Azriel stroking her hair softly and whispering to each other. Other nights were a blur of passion, with clothing almost ripped off and carefree smiles of encouragement.
He knew what a big deal it was for Gwyn to show him her body completely. The first time she let her gown slide from her shoulders and onto a forgotten pile on the floor, Azriel couldn’t find the strength to take his eyes off her for one second. Her lithe body was toned with ropes of hard-earned muscle, skin so flawless he itched to reach out and feel its perfection under his fingertips. She let him do exactly that for the entirety of the night, quivering in his arms from his skilled fingers and coming back again and again for more.
Azriel would spend hours with his mouth between her legs, making her find release over and over again and getting drunk on the taste of her. He never felt more cocky then when he saw Gwyn’s thighs shake from the intensity of her orgasm, hearing her call his name like a prayer. Azriel knew that he’d never want another female in his bed, or by his side, ever again.
If he felt elated when he got to please her, he was positively ecstatic when she started to explore his body on her own accord. Her fingertips traced over every dip and curve of muscle and the ridges of his scars, coaxing out moans and sounds from his lips that he didn’t even know he could produce. He wasn’t above pleading, not with her, and it gave Gwyn the extra push she needed to take him into her hands.
Months had passed from the moment they started to explore the sexual side of their relationship, to when she finally slid onto him. Both of their bodies were already covered with a fine sheen of sweat, chests heaving and eyes lit-up. Azriel held her close on his lap, not leaving an inch between them as he guided her onto his hardness, pausing here and there to let her adjust. He littered kisses on her face, her neck and her collarbones in silent encouragement. But Gwyn didn’t need to be encouraged, an expression of pure bliss on her face as she sank onto him completely.
Azriel bit back his groan and the urge to move immediately, letting her decide how she wanted to go about this. Gwyn paused, seeking his gaze and then breaking out into the biggest smile he’d ever seen her wear. He couldn’t help his answering grin, thrusting up lightly and making her screech out a laugh. When she started moving on him however, all laughter was fast forgotten and replaced by need.
Azriel had his faire share of sex, but never was it like this. Never did it feel like his soul was searching for another, never did he want to please so badly. With Gwyn, every single thing felt ten times more intense, more purposeful.
He was sure he found his purpose in life when falling in love with her. And he was going to make sure she knew every second for the rest of her life.
#gwynriel#Azriel#gwyneth berdara#gwynrielweeks2023#gwynriel appreciation#acotar#gwyn x azriel#azriel x gwyn#gwynriel weeks 2023
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Hi! This is a prompt for Anthony's Day!
Damien/Anthony fluff with a side of Shayian! Shayne and Ian doing trying to hook their BFFs up.
Make it as fluffy as you want!
Anthony/Damien, Shayne/Ian - The Set Up
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“So,” Shayne says, folding his hands in front of him as he stares Ian down, “we have a situation.”
Ian sips at his coffee and raises an eyebrow, “A work situation, a boyfriend situation, or a friend situation?” Ian asks calmly as he sets his mug back down on his desk.
“A friend situation, as in my best friend.”
“Okay,” Ian says, “is Damien okay?”
Shayne sighs, “He’s fine, but he’s also not?”
Ian rubs his temple, “Shayne, it’s nine-thirty in the morning.”
Shayne smiles, reaches over and takes his boyfriend’s hands, “I know, I’m sorry. He’ll kill me for saying anything but I’m about ninety percent sure that Damien has a crush on…” Shayne bites his lip, like he’s debating finishing that sentence.
“On?” Ian prompts.
“On your best friend…” Shayne says weakly.
Ian’s eyebrows shoot up, “Damien likes Anthony?” Ian hums, “do you have evidence of this?”
Shayne scoffs, “Of course! He’s been talking about Anthony non-stop and when we filmed a Games episode with him, he kept letting Anthony win. That is not the usual Damien.”
Ian shrugs, “Maybe he just wants Anthony to like him.” Which is stupid, because Anthony already likes him, Ian knows it. He can tell by the dumb, stupid grin Anthony gets on his face when he finds out they are going to shoot an episode for Games or Pit with Damien, or when Anthony keeps writing roles for the sketches that seem to fit perfectly to allow Damien to cameo.
Shayne shakes his head, “This is different. I just know, it’s a best friend thing.”
Ian makes an offended sound, “You’re talking to the king of best friend things.”
Shayne giggles, brings Ian’s hand to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of it.
“Sorry, sorry, you’re right. So, tell me Mr. oh so wise in all things Padilla. Do you think Damien has a snowball’s chance in hell here?”
Ian releases Shayne’s hand and hums again, rubbing his bearded chin.
“Yeah, absolutely he does.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah, Anthony’s crushing bad. It’s kinda pathetic.”
“And cute,” Shayne adds with a laugh, “but yeah, also pathetic.”
Then Shayne is staring at Ian intently. Ian, though he’s been dating Shayne for half a year is not a mind reader.
“What?” He asks.
“So, how are we going to get them together?”
Ian blinks in surprise, “How are we going to do what?”
“Ian! We can’t in good conscious sit and let our best friends pine for each other! We have to figure out how to get them together.”
“Telling them would be a good place to start.”
Shayne sighs, “No! No, we need a plan. A good plan. You got a good plan?”
“I don’t have any plans,” Ian says, “I do have work. A lot of it, and so do you.”
Shayne stands from his chair and plants his hands on Ian’s desk, leaning in to stare Ian down.
“I’m going to need you to shift from boss mode to boyfriend mode ASAP.”
Ian rolls his eyes and waves a hand over his own head, “There, boyfriend mode.”
Shayne’s smile softens. “Now, how can we help them?”
Ian thinks for a moment. God, Shayne was lucky he was cute and eager to help others, and excitable. Then it dawns on him like the most cliché trope from every teenaged drama ever.
“Invite them both to hang out at the same place, same time, with us, then whoops we have an emergency and have to go but they should stay because we already ordered food and shit.”
Shayne breaks into a huge grin, “You’re a genius.”
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The plan is surprisingly easy to put into action. Ian texts Anthony and invites him to dinner and Shayne does the same for Damien. That’s how all four of them end up seated at a decent Korean place downtown. Ian had put an order in to-go because hell if he was coming here and not taking home good food when he bailed on his fake emergency with Shayne.
Which, at this point, it would be a miracle if Damien and Anthony even noticed the fake emergency because they’ve been so engrossed in talking to each other that it already feels like a two-person date. Still, there is a nervous energy between them, one that even Ian can sense.
Ian glances at Shayne and then Shayne nods, picking up his phone and pretending to read a text.
“Oh, shit, Ian. I just got a text from Josh. He needs me to go back to the office and approve some edits for Reddit Stories. Would you mind driving me back?” Shayne asks, using every acting skill in his arsenal.
Ian nods, “Sure, no problem.” He glances at Damien and Anthony, “Dames, would you be okay giving Anthony a ride home if I’m not back?”
“Oh,” Damien says, he glances at Anthony and blinks, a faint blush rising to his cheeks, “Yeah, not a problem, if Anthony doesn’t mind.”
“I don’t mind,” Anthony says with a shrug and a smile, a genuine smile, one that Ian is happy to see instead of worry or annoyance.
He and Shayne collect their things and Ian quietly grabs his to-go box around the corner from the waiter, giving him a hefty tip as they head to the car.
Damien watches Ian and Shayne leave, and he clears his throat and looks at Anthony.
“So, that was weird,” Anthony says, “does Josh do that a lot?”
“No,” Damien says with a smile, “I’m fairly certain Shayne was lying through his teeth.”
Goddamn fucking Shayne and Ian. Damien runs a hand through his hair and attempts to stay calm. Anthony is looking at him in surprise with big and dark eyes, eyes that Damien wants to get lost in.
“Why would Shayne lie?” Anthony’s brows knit together, like now he’s trying to decide if Ian was lying too, which Damien is pretty sure he was, but he’s not about to tell Anthony that.
“I think…we got Parent Trapped,” Damien says.
“What?” Anthony asks with a giggle.
“You know? Like the movie Parent Trap? Shayne and Ian planned to get us here and then ditch us, so we’d be alone.”
“Oh,” Anthony says softly. Damien’s heart starts beating so fast.
“Is that okay with you?” Damien dares to ask, letting his intrusive need to know overpower any common sense within him, “I won’t be offended if you decide to take a ride share home.”
“No!” Anthony says quickly, then softer, “No, I want to stay. I’d like to get the chance to know you better, one-on-one.”
Damien nods and smiles, “I’d like that too.”
He would definitely have to thank Shayne and Ian later.
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@littlestsnicket tagged me in wip tuesday!!
right now my two main wips are the maltese falcon rewrite and another post-canon babybea Thing and both of them are in wildly different stages of planning (maltese falcon has a chart and is like. 50ish% planned? it's slow going but i do in fact make progress on it every day, so i feel good about it. babybea thing is coasting on vibes and i'm going back and forth on if a certain angst piece holds in it, bc it is ideally supposed to be fun but would regardless have to discuss some vfd trauma and the like SO. i look at it and sigh a lot. also mother of mercy mayo i have that wip to write for you about sunny and babybea, too. i will fit that in. sssssssomewhere. i got stalled on some dialogue that didn't even matter to the overall plot but mattered to the specific part of the scene. i will get there, she says, staring in horror off in the distance) ANYWAY i do have some potential lines floating around in all the planning --
maltese falcon rewrite --
detective ghede was not necessarily old enough to be my sister’s mother, however, that was how she acted.
i think this line will get to stay. i really like the thought that gifford and ghede would also, when presented with kit, try and act like a mother to her, too. also maltese falcon rewrite is from kit's pov but with lemony's narration, for Reasons That Will Become Clear During The Course Of The Story. Please Eye Every Single Sentence Of This Fic With Deep, Delicious Concern
babybea Thing --
on the shelf in her little room on the first floor of the bildungsroman bed and breakfast, beatrice kept Her Things. she took them home to the city with her every sunday evening, and brought them back every friday afternoon, and arranged them in order on the cream shelves above the bed, standing on her toes atop a pile of pillows. [ohhhhh yknow yknow, etc] and, last but of course not least, a portable radio she’d bought herself.
The Radio Has A Very Specific Importance And I Cannot Wait To Dig Into It. also i love that it's of course not least. nothing is least to babybea. god i love her so much. also, bildungsroman bed and breakfast my absolute beloved, although i do intend for the baudelaires to feature a lot more heavily in this too bc i do them a minor disservice in making babybea hang out with her uncles all the time. the [yknow yknow, etc] is bc i haven't come up with her other possessions and i did not want it to slow me down in the sentence because it CAN and WILL if i am in a mood that lacks the willpower to go 'figure it out later, girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
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Fortnight (Dr. Chatterjee x f!Patient! Reader)
A/N: Ugh, I could watch him blink all day. smh...
Ugh, people. You shuddered in the suite you’d been sentenced to. It was made out of something that wasn’t quite stone, but not metal either. However, it was ugly, and you were certain that no mentally compromised person could get better with such dismal decor.
It was a shame too, because this corner of the earth, you’d heard, that beauty wasn’t lacking.
Tossed away by your parents, for turning down the proposal of a young nutmeg magnate from America, you supposed this was what life looked like for you now. How tragic. Reviewing in your mind, you had to stand by your decision, because the boy couldn’t have been more than fifteen. However, being the youngest child of an impoverished Earl, you must be a buffoon.
Maybe you were mentally ill, and everyone was right? At least this was less boring than your home, at least you were out of your house!
But what you hadn’t prepared for, was an obvious consult. In your ‘suite’, you had a single window alcove, you had been able to bring a large, fluffy blanket, and to the untrained eye, the room would have been vacant.
However, the doctors and nurses here were paid to be ‘keen’, and you couldn’t have such luck.
Two men walk into the room, one you knew, Dr. Marshall, African-british, wide eyes, and a sharply knotted bow-tie, carrying two folding chairs. You liked him well enough… but the other doctor… Well, he was quite handsome.
“My name is Dr. Chatterjee, my colleague has brought me here to consult on your case. I hear you’re new to the facility.” You huffed at him, under your fluffy blanket. Your mother had taught you to curtsy, or at least get up when someone enters the room, but your mother wasn’t here.
“I am. It’s wonderful.” You kept a bit of ice in your voice, just to keep yourself focused. He was tall enough, slicked back hair, neatly-trimmed mustache, and a light British accent. Perhaps he was local, but was sent away for school?
“Are you feeling well today?” He asked, in a polite and even tone. The sun from your window reflects off the gel in his hair.
“I feel well every day.” You responded, in the exact same tone.
“I’m not sure I believe that.”
“You shouldn’t, I’ve been exiled, I’m sure Dr. Marshall has said as much.” He hadn’t, but Dr. Chatterjee had read an action-packed file on you.
“What would you like to have happen in the coming weeks?”
“What?”
“In the best-case scenario, where would you like to be within the next month?” What an odd question for a doctor to ask, you thought.
“I’d like you to take me to dinner, Doctor Chatterjee. I’d never been outside Cornwall before I came here, and now I’m in India, still eating beans on toast!” Something warm spread in Zenday’s chest. Oh no, he thought, he shoved the warm feeling down.
“Anything else?” You blinked at him. Was he taking your orders? How utterly refreshing to not be moved around like a thing, and not a person!
“I’d like some white lightning.” You blink, face totally neutral, gauging his reaction.
“What on earth is that?” chirped Marshall, genuinely curious.
“Haven’t the faintest idea, I heard it on the radio.” You wrinkled your nose at his companion, writing on his clipboard with a large, squeaky pen, WHAT IS WHITE LIGHTNING?
“Have you been coping with the transition alright otherwise?” She hadn’t, it was clear to see, underneath the massive blanket you had shrouded yourself in, that you very much were not alright. Zenday hoped that you wouldn’t try the ‘stiff upper lip’.
“I’m tired all the time and my head hurts.” You pouted to yourself, and Z sighed.
“Have you been drinking your water?” Z knew the answer, Marshall did too.
“No, it makes me sad. I wish you had tea here.”
“English or Earl Grey.”
“English Breakfast, with a raspberry scone if you don’t mind.” You almost stuck up your nose at him, but he smirked at you.
“And you’ll eat it.”
“I asked for it, didn’t I?” You sassed, still a bit too subdued for the Doctor’s liking.
“Good.”
A beat passed between the three of you, and you stared a hole into the good Doctor, taking in his lovely features, especially a sharp nose…
“How am I doing, Doctor Chatterjee. Have I gone mental?” Marshall chuckled a little to himself, “Remains to be seen, I’ll confer with Dr. Marshall about next steps.”
The two men stood, pausing for another moment, before you softly said, “Doctors…” as a farewell.
“Ms. LN. Try to get outside today. It’s lovely.
“I will.”
And with that, the two men stepped out into the hallway, leaving you in the windowsill with your blanket and your thoughts.
ZZ felt Marshall inflate next to him, with words, obviously, and the two nodded to you before stepping out of the room.
“She looked at you like she was gonna have you for supper!”
“Huh!” Zay huffed, “The facts remain the same, it appears our patient is confined as the result of a failed marriage proposal.”
Marshall nodded, “When an American asks, a woman must be crazy to deny it.”
“Ugh…Americans…” the doctors groaned in unison.
“I’d say, besides the abrupt confinement, she’s alright. Anxiety, possibly a touch of depression.” God knows it was warranted.
“Sounds right to me, anything else?” Marshall prompted, scratching away on his clipboard.
“I’d suggest increased time outside in the sun for her fatigue, the altitude can be quite taxing for someone brought here so suddenly.” ZZ’s mind was spinning.
“It’s about two weeks to adjust to the altitude, isn’t it?” asked Dr. Marshall, flipping through papers on his clipboard, scrawling out notes on his conversation with Zenday. You were here as an act of retaliation, medically, there was no reason to keep you in the hospital.
Dr. Marshall, his friend, was a kind man, and would be your advocate, but what’s another ally? Could someone really have too many friends in one place?
“Yeah, a fortnight,” replied Zenday, and upon your release, maybe he’d have you over for supper.
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Barbie, one of the few movies directly about Death Anxiety and Thanatophobia.
That was not a sentence I expected to write, but here we are.
If you haven’t already seen Barbie, I highly recommend it. It is a story about Existing, and what it means to Exist.
Barbie is an Idea. In this way, Barbie is strangely immortal, but she begins to have thoughts about Death, Mortality, and what Life Means. Her journey throughout the movie is to find out who she Is.
She wants to be Stereotypical Barbie. Pretty, blonde, partying every night, empowering women, and living her best pink life, day after day. She says it in the movie: she never wanted change.
But change happens.
Even for ideas.
We can see this just by looking at the way we’ve taken and reframed Grimm Fairytales, Ancient Greek Myths – hell, even the way we try to reframe and reinvent superheroes! Change is our only true constant, and so, change came from the Idea of Barbie.
At the end of the movie, Barbie is given a choice: stay an Idea Without End – or become Human.
This is a story that, perhaps, doesn’t celebrate death…but it certainly accepts it in an indirect fashion, because not only does Barbie pick to be human, she also makes one of her first actions as a human be a gynecological appointment.
I admit, I laughed my ass off at the ending line, because it was perfectly unexpected. Now that I’ve had time to sit with it, it’s also perfectly poignant.
Barbie’s first act is accepting her mortality and her change, by going to make sure she is healthy, by taking the steps to deal with the reality that she is now Mortal, and that means having parts of her that can get diseased.
Barbie’s first positive human interaction in this movie, is also notable. She has a lot of interactions with men who look at her lecherously, or when she tries to steal, but the first notable good one, is with an aged woman, that she calls beautiful – and the woman acknowledges it. It’s not a humbling compliment to a woman who’s forgotten her worth – it’s an uplifting one to a woman who knows it and can embrace it.
Yet again, Barbie flips expectations. We don’t expect this woman to know she’s beautiful, because our society doesn’t call old people beautiful. But there’s not a SINGLE hesitation from this woman in accepting it.
Barbie does many things right in opening a conversation about Life, about Death, about Aging, and about Making A Purpose.
Barbie doesn’t know what her purpose is, or what she’s going to do with her mortality, but she knows, she wants to live. She knows, she wants to have the opportunity to create, to change – and that is what humanity is. We all live a life where we can create things and make meaning. We are inventors, whether we just invent feelings in other people for a short period of time with our arts, invent smiles on the faces of our friends, invent airplanes for travel, or invent pet-steps up onto our beds because the ones in the store just weren’t working for our pet’s gait.
And then we age.
And we die.
Nothing in the movie sugarcoats this, and it expresses death as a Fear. It doesn’t say death is desirable at any point, but it does say it has to be accepted in order to experience and enjoy life. Just as aging, if we are lucky, is experienced, and is a whole other realm of beauty and experience.
Barbie was not the movie I expected it to be, and I love it for that. I love how the longer I sit with the experience, the more I find that comforts me in the message it offers, as a movie about struggling with existence and meaning.
Yes, it genders this message – but it’s not a movie that is Pro-Women, Down With Men.
Ken’s struggles are highlighted, and the mistakes he makes trying to deal with those struggles, too. Ken learns, like Barbie learns, that he has to find out who he is, and who he wants to be, apart from Barbie. He struggles with the expectations of men, the way Barbie struggles with the expectations of women, and both of them come out ready to learn who they really are.
It’s a wonderful movie.
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