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thezombieprostitute · 4 months

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Dream Come True - Part 2

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, femme. No other descriptors used.

Warnings: Shooting mentioned, not written. American healthcare system. Insecure reader. Bullying with an emphasis on fat shaming. Please let me know if I miss any!

Part 1 -- Part 3

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It's only been a few days but you find yourself unable to follow the advice of the medical staff and get some rest. Your brain won't let you. You've got budgets to consider, a resume to update, and follow up appointments to schedule. Thankfully when Jake and Jefferson had brought the girls for a visit they made sure to bring your laptop.

Because you hated not knowing, you opted to spend your time researching to see about how much you might be getting from that back-pay promised by Curtis. Jefferson had assured you that Curtis did, in fact, have that kind of pull but "please don't dig too much into it." You got the impression not everything was on the up-and-up but you have bills to pay so you agreed.

On day four you got a notice of deposit from your bank. You took a look and your jaw dropped. That couldn't be right! You'd done the research. There's no way even an experienced, highly qualified tutor would ever be earning that much! There must've been a mistake! You immediately make a note to tell someone who knows Curtis.

Curtis and Mace were going through their weekly itineraries. Between the two of them nothing got lost. Mace would, occasionally, grumble about needing a vacation but the two of them were the only people who keep all the moving pieces in mind.

"At least we can check a few things off the list this week," Curtis grunted. "Hal's got the bugs planted in the Smith law building. Jake's confirmed they're working."

"Fowler confirmed McMann won't be a problem," Mace reported. "Apparently the guy's busy trying to hunt down the guy that ran away with his wife."

Curtis chuckled at that. "That was Nat, right?"

Mace smiled, "yeah. Nat called "dibs" and we didn't have a counterargument."

"McMann's gonna spend a long time searching," Curtis shakes his head. "Nat's the best at not being found when she doesn't want to be."

"And the Missus is definitely better off," Mace agreed. "Nat's setting her up for life."

"That reminds me," Curtis interjected. "How's the back-pay for Hero doing?"

Mace double checked a few things on his phone before replying, "it's been deposited into her account."

"Good. One more thing we can cross off the list."

"Not yet, actually," Mace hesitated. Curtis gave him a curious look. "Turns out, she's trying to get ahold of you to talk about the amount. Beck says she's adamant that it's too much."

"Huh," Curtis's eyebrows raised. "There's something you don't hear every day. I'll talk to Barber and got some legal-ese that'll explain without explaining."

Mace nods and the two continue their meeting, switching to ongoing tasks.

"Excuse me?" It's been a few days since the money hit your account and you've finally gotten a visit from Curtis.

They kept you at the hospital longer because your stress levels made it "irresponsible" for Dr. Beck to discharge you, lest you have a heart attack as soon as you get outside. At this point you're certain Dr. Beck wants to get as much money from your stay as he can. Everyone who visits, however, says otherwise.

"Hazard pay," Curtis patiently repeated. "That's why there's so much more money than you expected."

"You can't expect me to believe that!" You are indignant. "That's not how hazard pay works. I've done my research Mr. um, Mr." you pause because you realize you don't know his last name. You feel the pang of embarrassment because you've been saying you've done your research but you don't know something as simple as a last name! You push past it and continue, "I've done my research, sir!"

You open up your laptop and bring up all of your documents of notes, focusing in on the bibliography. "I've got data from reputed tutoring websites, the Department of Labor, Glassdoor, even the Bureau of Labor Statistics, and none of them support the amount I was given."

Curtis finds himself smiling. He's been talked back to plenty of times, but never like this. "You're cute," he blurts out.

Thinking he's making fun of you, you look away from him and try not to show too much hurt. Curtis assures, "I'm not saying that to belittle you. You really have put a lot of work into this."

You shake your head, "it's besides the point, sir. You've grossly overpaid me. I know you've overpaid me. Yet you are refusing to acknowledge this."

"That's partly because I'm not sure why it's such a big deal to you," he calmly states.

"Because I don't want to cheat you!"

"Are you saying there's a price limit for saving my nieces?"

"I mean, technically there is. Could probably use some actuarial tables used in life insurance policies to find it out." Curtis gives you a hard glare but you persist, "I'm not saying that your nieces aren't priceless. I'm saying that I don't want to take what isn't mine. This is a lot of money and I don't want you going hungry or something because you feel you owe me when you don't. I only did what any decent person would do!"

"It's been my experience that decent people are rarities," Curtis stated. "As such they, and by extension you, should be treated well and given plenty."

"That's another part of the problem," you sighed. "I have not been told anything specific but I've seen and heard enough to suspect that this money might not be... legitimate."

Curtis's jaw tensed up. He'd have to have a word with the J's about being more careful. "I assure you," he nearly growled, "that the money you received was honestly earned by us and then you. All tax forms have been taken care of. All employment paperwork is settled."

You meet his gaze, undeterred by the intensity in his eyes. You see no signs of trickery. Nothing in those icy blue eyes indicating he was hiding the truth from you. You nod your acceptance and he relaxes a bit.

"Now," he says in a much lighter tone, "was there anything else?"

"Um, just one," you replied. "You said that I'm officially employed? That you might have more work for me? Who am I employed by and what other work should I be ready for?"

"The official name of my company is Everett Enterprises," he explained. "That's the company title on your W-2. As for the "other work" that was implied, it's simply a notice that I may have other employees in need of a tutor. I know Hal has been looking at getting his GED."

"So all you would need from me is more tutoring?"

Curtis can hear the tremor in your voice. You're a good person who doesn't want to get mixed up in anything illegal and he's happy to accommodate that. "Yes," he asserts. "Though that may involve helping some of my people learn how to cite their sources like you did."

That gets a half smile from you and Curtis considers the conversation done. "Now please follow the doctor's orders and rest up," he pleads. As he turns to leave he says, "make sure to get your beauty sleep."

Because he's facing away he doesn't see your face fall at the comment.

Part 1 -- Part 3

Tagging @alicedopey because I promised I would.

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#curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x plus size!reader #plus size!reader #mob!curtis everett #mafia!curtis everett #dream come true

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starlightshadowsworld · 2 months

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Post Canon Beast where it falls to Beast Atsushi to become the new Post Mafia Boss.

Atsushi casting one last look at Dazai's corpse and walking back into the building. He's alone, and he doesn't look back. Atsushi immediately calls a meeting with the executives.

And tells them what he can when he himself hasn't processed any of it. Atsushi who watched Dazai fall and now has to watch Chuuya crumble.

He manages, somehow to knock Chuuya out before corruption could spread in his greif filled rage. Atsushi asks Hirotsu to please take Chuuya to the infirmary.

Hirotsu with eyes full of sorrow says he'll do just that. Atsushi's expression doesn't change as he watches him leave and than faces the rest of the executives.

"I am going to be filling in, do you have any issues with that?"

They exchange looks and unanimously say no.

Each of them leave with orders to give a report on the branches of the Port Mafia under their control. Atsushi has a rough idea, but he needs to be certain.

Kouyou is the last to leave. "I'll handle Chuuya's report" she says. "Thank you...do you think he'll be okay?" Asks Atsushi, letting the worry colour his words.

"He will, it's going to be quite the uphill battle but he won't be alone." Kouyou looks at Atsushi, looking somehow both stern and kind at the same time. "You won't be alone either, I won't let you be."

All Atsushi can do is nod with tears in his. Kouyou simply smiles and they part ways for now.

She becomes his advisor, something he's ever so greatful for her. Atthough it's clear to everyone that the new Boss's right hand is Kyouka.

Atsushi had tried to talk her out of it, but Boss or not Kyouka wouldn't have it. She was firecely protective and well Atsushi trusted her to watch his back.

Atsushi checks on Chuuya regularly at his flat. Atsushi watches Chuuya embrace himself in the very greif Atsushi shuts out.

Sometimes Chuuya won't leave his bed. Sometimes he's pissed off or teary eyed. Sometimes all of the above, and yet Chuuya never tells him to leave.

Atsushi doesn't say much, he gives him regularly updates. He leaves him a tray by his bed and asks that he eats.

Kouyou vists him too. Between her and Atsushi they've split his reports up between them. Atsushi ends up doing the most because there's nights he can't sleep.

Atsushi ends up changing the Port Mafia.The Port Mafia's efforts became centered around protecting their city from the shadows rather than destroying it.

Those within the Port Mafia feel a feeling of relief, freedom and pride in their actions. They were still killers, the darkness of Yokohama but it was a far cry from their previous brutality.

Atsushi leaves his executives to do their usual jobs.

Everything else he takes care of and monitors. He gets the Port Mafia headquarters repaired. He spends his nights making phone calls to their various front companies.

Atsushi is no longer the Port Mafia's main line of security. But his skills have stayed sharp, he can't afford to be weak. And his reputation as the White Reaper remains strong.

In fact, seeing what many deemed a mindless beast become an effective, calculating and merciful leader is more terrifying. As is the reminder that Atsushi was Dazai's apprentice.

Some wonder if Atsushi was responsible for the Boss's death. But those rumours go silent in a hurry.

"I do have one question, Boss." Atsushi took the glass of wine she handed him. He never used to drink before all of this. But things have changed, he has changed.

Kouyou had laughed seeing his reaction to whiskey. Dazai's apprentice he may be but Atsushi had her's and Chuuya's superior taste.

"It's just us in my office, drop the formalities Kouyou. Ask away." He said, slightly exasperated. They had this conversation often.

She chuckled before becoming serious. "I understand why you didn't hand the position to Chuuya, but... Why not me? Why, take this all on yourself from the start?"

Atsushi took a swing of his glass.

"Because you would've hated it. I know you tried to leave, and while that desire might've ended you still desire freedom. I wouldn't condemn you to this life, to this cage."

And she wanted to deny it.

That she'd have happily taken this burden from him. But she couldn't, because that was a lie. And Boss or not she couldn't lie to him, Atsushi had been through so much.

He was shouldering so much. Her respect for him only grew. That for one so young to be so wise and so hurt.

And yet he chose to be kind.

Atsushi had improved things, their once enemy the Agency was now interested in meeting with him.

Perhaps due to Akutugawa's influence as much as his. An alliance would be necessary, with Dazai's warnings of a new threat. Though they were still a ways to go, Atsushi was hopeful.

Atsushi still wore his usual coat, but there was now a maroon scarf around his neck. The same one Dazai had once worn, as had the Boss before him.

Atsushi hadn't wanted too, it felt wrong and clearly indicated he was replacing Dazai. But he'd allowed Kyouka to put it on him, over his collar.

On the day of Dazai's funeral, Atsushi was organising some reports. A knock came at his door "Come in" he said, not looking up from his work.

"Huh, don't think I've ever see it so tidy in here."

The report dropped from Atsushi's hands. A familiar red glow stopping its fall and putting it away neatly. "I didn't think you were coming" Said Atsushi, turning around.

It was the first time Atsushi had seen Chuuya at headquarters since that meeting.

He was in his usual attire, not the oversized hoodie he'd practically been living in. His hair brushed and back in his usual style under his hat.

It was like nothing happened, and yet Atsushi knew better.

"I'm done with my moping." Said Chuuya, taking several steps forward. And if seeing Chuuya in his office didn't suprise him, he was when the man took off his hat and kneeled before him.

"I'm a bit late, but I swear my undying loyalty to you, Boss."

It shouldn't hit as hard as it did. It was one thing for the other members, for the executives to acknowledge Atsushi was the new Boss.

But somehow hearing it from Chuuya was different. "Get up" Said Atsushi quietly, tears in his eyes and Chuuya did putting his hat back on.

"No formalities in here" Chuuya smiled at him, sadly.

He could see the wear and tear Atsushi had taken. The burden on his shoulders that he'd chosen to carry, because Atsushi always chose everyone else before himself.

"I'm sorry kid."

He was sorry, sorry he'd left him to rot in his own greif. Sorry that Atsushi even had to be the Boss. But Chuuya couldn't dwell on the past, what mattered was he was here now.

So when Atsushi broke down, Chuuya caught him. He held him as Atsushi sobbed. Chuuya let Atsushi let out everything he'd been bottling away. The anger, the fear, the resentment, the betrayal, the sadness, all of it.

Kyouka poked her head in, worry in her eyes but she let Chuuya handle this. Knowing Atsushi would hide any trace of his sadness if he saw her, as not to worry her.

When it did the opposite.

"Are they coming?" Asked Kouyou, looking around. "In a minute, Chuuya's got him." Said Kyouka, Kouyou softened and sighed sadly. She had known this was coming, especially with it being the funeral today.

Eventually Atsushi's sobs died down and he rested his head on Chuuya's shoulder, emotionally and physically exhausted. Chuuya chuckled, ruffling his hair as Atsushi swatted his hands away.

"He'd be proud of you." Atsushi shook his head, a sad smile on his face. "I disobeyed him, he told me to leave." Chuuya wondered if Dazai knew saying that would only make Atsushi stay.

He'd planned this, that's for sure.

"Well, I am. I'm proud of you dunno if that means anything." Atsushi nodded, his smile turning genuine. "It does, it means a lot actually." Chuuya looked at him, suprised before smiling back.

"Good, I'll have to say it more."

Atsushi hums, looking at the clock and knowing it was time to go. "You think they'll let me lower the casket?" He asked, at Chuuya's confusion Atsushi added "so I can let him down, once last time."

Chuuya snorted.

"Maybe, you're the boss now."

"Yeah, yeah I am."

He dried his tears and walked out the door, everyone bowing there's head in respect as Atsushi walked past.

Chuuya and Kouyou behind him watching his back, Kyouka at his side. Atsushi would bare the burden of being the Boss of the Port Mafia, of protecting his city.

But at least now, he wouldn't do it alone. It wasn't the light Dazai wanted him to live it, but now Atsushi could choose for himself.

And he wouldn't choose anything else.

#atsushi nakajima #beast atsushi #beast chuuya #chuuya nakahara #Beast Kouyou #kouyou ozaki #kyouka izumi #Beast Kyouka #bungou stray dogs beast #bsd beast

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sunny44 · 8 months

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I will always love you

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x dead!girlfriend

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of a car accident, mourning, hospital, morgue, cemetery and other things related to death.

Summary: It’s Pierre’s birthday and he’s ready to celebrate after a long day of simulator, but that day ends up in horrible way.

February 7, 2019.

My birthday.

I've never been as excited to celebrate a birthday as I am this year.

It was the first time that my girlfriend Y/n would be celebrating with me, since almost every year I’m racing and she can’t come to wherever I am.

Unfortunately I had to spend the day in the simulator but it was finally over and I was on my way home when I saw that she was calling me.

"Hi love, I know I shouldn't be talking on the phone and driving but..."

"I'm sorry, are you related to Miss Y/n Y/l/n?"

"Yes, she's my girlfriend, who's this?" I ask strangely.

"This is the hospital and Miss Y/N has been in a serious car accident."

"What? Is she all right?" I ask in despair.

"I'm sorry but I can't give you this kind of information on my cell phone, please if you could come over now."

"I'll be right there."

I sped up as much as I could and when I got there I saw her mother crying desperately, clinging to her father who was trying his best to hold back his tears.

"No." I said and they looked at me and I fell to my knees on the floor completely unresponsive.

...

"Excuse me." A nurse appeared. "I'm sorry to have to do this right now but we need someone to recognize the body."

"I can't, I can't do that." Her mother started crying in despair again.

"Pierre." Her father called out to me and I closed my eyes tightly, knowing what was coming next. "I know it's too much to ask and that because of our relationship I don't have the right to ask you for anything, but please, can you do this for us?”

"I'll do it." I say without looking at him and stand up following the nurse.

Her parents hated me, especially her father.

He used to say that I didn't deserve his daughter, I thought that was just at first since we know how fathers are with their daughters but he's hated me since he first met me and has always made a point of making his feelings for me clear.

He loved F1 until his daughter fall in love with one, so I became the inconsequential boyfriend who drove a car in circles and that I would only hurt her and that if I died on the track doing something so stupid it was just to make her suffer, leaving her to mourn a guy who didn't deserve his daughter.

When we arrived at the morgue, I stood in front of the glass window and saw only a body completely covered by a black thing, the coroner was in the room waiting for me to say yes so she could show it to me. I just nodded and she lifted the tarpaulin to show me. Tears instantly started rolling down my eyes, there she was, with pale skin, her face lifeless and her skin all bruised.

I didn't even have to say anything, I think my cry echoing through the cold, empty room said it all.

And not being able to stand it any longer, I just left and went back to where her parents were, who also knew what it meant just by seeing me.

"I'm sorry Pierre, I'm sorry for everything that happened between us."

"There's no point now." I said, shushing him. "I loved your daughter like I've never loved anyone else in my life, I always treated her like a queen and the only things I ever heard from you were criticisms. You don't know how many times your daughter cried on my lap because her father didn't even pretend to like me, so no, I won't accept your apologies right now. Because now that she's gone you feel guilty, you feel guilty because she died the way you said that it would happen to me. Ironic, isn't it?"

Having said that, I left and the last time I saw them was on the day of the funeral and then never again.

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February 7th, 2023.

My birthday.

Another one I won't be celebrating.

Since February 7, 2019, I've never celebrated it. It never made sense for me to celebrate my life when it was actually gone.

"Mate, you have to celebrate your birthday, let's go out and drink, I’ll pay." Charles said.

"I told you I don't want to." I replied for the thousandth time.

"You have to stop not wanting to do anything every year, you have to enjoy your life."

"I've already said no, I don't want to go out and celebrate something that no longer makes sense." He doesn’t say anything. "It doesn't seem right to go out and celebrate my life when someone I loved has been taken away from me in the same day."

"I know you miss her and that her death has left a lot of marks on you and even worse that it happened on your birthday but she wouldn't want you to live the rest of your life in mourning."

"I can't, I can't celebrate, okay?" Charles sighs, seeing that I'm crying. "So please stop asking."

"It's okay." He hugged me and I collapsed.

...

I entered the cemetery with her favorite flowers and as I got closer I saw her parents, it had been years since I last saw them in the funeral.

"Pierre." Her father said as soon as he saw me standing there.

"Mr. Y/l/n."

"How long." Now her mother says.

"A long time." I follow without wanting to talk to them too much. "I'll be back in a little while."

"No need, we've been here for a while and we'll leave you alone." Her father says, taking her mother's hand. "Happy birthday."

"Without the happy part but thank you." He gives a half-smile and they leave.

I sat down in front of her grave and left the flowers there.

"Hi, my love." I could already feel the tears forming in my eyes. "It's been a while since I last came here. I feel like every time I come here it's like I lose you a little bit more.

I've been thinking lately about what Charles said and it's taken me a while to accept that he was right, I know I'll never get over you because I'm sure you were and still are the love of my life but I've deprived myself of so many things for so long that I feel like all I do is work and go home and I know that as well as being unhealthy you wouldn't want me to live like that, you'd want me to be happy again, to live a happy life and try to find love again. Charles has insisted every year that we have to go out to celebrate my birthday but I never do, I never do because it feels wrong but I'm going to celebrate today, I'm going to celebrate my life and remember yours."

I got up and left a kiss on the headstone.

"I loved you yesterday, I love you today and I will love you till the day I die." I smiled and left, picking up my cell phone.

"Hey, man." Charles says as soon as he answers his cell phone.

"Where are we celebrating today?"

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illegiblehandwriting1 · 7 months

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i can't remember if an interaction ever happens like this, (probably) but imagine Kaladin being as stoic as ever, he's on duty (idk if this is during Words of Radiance or just before Rhythm of War, so he's either in the warcamps or Urithiru probably. If warcamps then its after the chasms. actually yknow what this is both fanfic and random bullshit, i do what i want and say fuck canon)

So he's standing guard like he's supposed to, except Shallan decided that a productive use of her time is to go and bother him. Radiant thinks it's rude and the respect she has for both him and any soldier means she hates this, but Veil is totally in on it.

So she's just pestering him for his entire shift, and he's standing there, not looking at her, completely dead-faced, offering the occasional clipped answer, and generally being incredibly annoyed, but at some point, she says something either humorous, heartwarming, or both, and without really thinking about it, just COMPLETELY UNCONSCIOUSLY, his face breaks into a small little grin. Not a sarcastic one or a bitter one, just a little smile of joy that breaks through his perpetual storm. The moment he realizes, of course, he very quickly hides it, but of course Shallan catches it.

And she just gasps playfully but also genuinely surprised, but she keeps it lighthearted in the hopes she sees it again. "Storms, what was that? Captain Kaladin? Was that a smile from the Captain Kaladin, whose scowl could curdle milk?"

And he glares at her, because he wasn't smiling and he was on duty and frankly, she had been annoying him for ages and he wanted her to shove off. But she grins up at him.

"Oh, come on, Captain, don't make all the troops run off in fear now! You have a lovely smile, it's wonderful!"

And she pokes him in the side, just to get a little twitch and a deeper frown.

"Aw, that usually works on my brothers. Well then. I'll have to figure out something else, won't I?" Her mischievous expression softens a little, and she just tells him, "You really do have a lovely smile. I don't know why you try to hide it." And she just sits down and spends the rest of his shift telling jokes and ridiculing passerby, no longer trying to annoy him, but just there to keep him some company and maybe make him smile again.

And if a grin broke through his stormy facade every once in a while, well then, she wouldn't point it out. She just took a Memory and carried on chattering loudly about axehounds and lavis polyps and how Adolin had worn his shirt backwards and that lady's hat over there looked like a pile of cremlings had eaten too much and died on top of it, hoping that smile might stick.

(Later, Shallan finds Adolin and runs up to him, screaming, "I MADE KALADIN SMILE!" and Adolin's like "WHAT IN THE ALMIGHTY'S GOOD NAME, I DIDN'T KNOW HE KNEW HOW TO DO THAT" and they just freak out about it and generally make fun of him. That night, Kaladin has a dream about Tien and wakes up crying, only to wonder what reminded him of the time Tien had visited him in the clinic for hours on end, talking and keeping him company as he tried and failed to get his stitches as perfect as his father's.)

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norieoncrack · 6 months

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𝙊𝙣𝙨𝙧𝙖

(n): The bittersweet that love won't last.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Angst (with happy ending)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Silver (vanrouge)

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞: On

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Oneshot.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: They/them

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: No matter the difference, I know my heart will always look towards you and you only.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: major character death (It's Crowley's).

Perhaps you're the only one who remembered that day the most, despite the joy there was also sadness, those who had a home to go back to, and those who did not.

Crowley died, he died sometime after Malleus's overblot, he died leaving no information of going back to your world. All the time he said he would look for it he lied, he lied to you, he gave you false hope. Home was no longer a place you could return to anymore... Nrc had become your new home.

There was no time for sadness when it came to you, dry those tears (Y/n), it was the day of his graduation.

Silver was your first love when you came to this world, a first love you waited to tell yet never did so, longing for him you could only stare from afar, never did you have the time to spend talking to him or get to know him like you had preferred to.

White hair and aurora eyes, blessings that he was graced with, he was everything you ever wanted maybe that was why he felt so out of reach to you, you could only stare from afar secretly to watch him train, to watch him laugh, to watch him grow from a 2nd year to a 3rd and eventually graduate.

He stood there proud, a future awaited him back in his hometown while no future awaited you beyond the school gates, despite having to leave the school once or twice you still aren't familiar with this world, the world which you don't belong to.

On the other hand was him, secretly admiring your strength from afar, adoring your kindness towards those around you, in love with your existence. If he didn't know any better, he'd thought you were a mage more powerful than Malleus himself for living and braving through all your troubles like that. He... loved you.

As warm as the fire you brightened his dull world, empathy was all that you had shown to those who were against you, even when you hated that person you kept it to yourself not wanting to cause trouble, he saw it all. Maybe as the months grew by, he thought he could have grown closer to you, and maybe eventually talk to you at least once, yet you moved too fast for him, in the blink of an eye you were gone, solving other problems that weren't yours.

Graduation was the last mark of his journey at NRC, proudly standing in his graduation robes he felt more confident than ever. It was strange to see how fast time had gone by for him, it was just like a blink and he met you, another blink and he fell in love, with the last blink however suddenly he's leaving you... a love he might never confess.

"(Y/n)... I- Malleus wanted to invite you to Briar Valley, he thinks it would help you a lot under his power as the crown prince" He couldn't help but lie... But was it wrong to lie when all he wanted was to help you?

"Ah, I see, please tell Malleus I'll be okay here at NRC." Butterflies... it's normal when you're talking to someone you fell in love with, yet you can't help but push them aside to think for your own future and Grim's.

"But it'll be even harder for you here, you can't just keep staying at NRC, because if you do how will any one of us that you know even help you?" He might sound mean, heck he knows he's out of character but he's saying this from the bottom of his heart, his hand held yours tightly. "Please... just let us help you."

"Silver... thank you." You wanted to tell him so much, everything that you've buried from deep within, all the words you know of, the feelings you collected, just looking into his eyes you're weak, yet.. "I can't go, not when this is the only place that I can rely on."

Letting go of his hands you gave him a farewell smile, a smile that tells him so little of what you're hiding from within. Your heart cries as you walk away, you want to stay yet you have to go, leaving him was much harder than it looked. It was no different for him, to see you go it pained him yet who was he to stop you from leaving? You two barely even talked after all.

"One day I will stop falling in love with you... “ Words which you spoke to each other, words you hope were unheard of. “We were never meant to be.”

Life finds away, through the pain and suffering that it has put you, even when that pain and suffering has last so long and it seemed never ending.

Your life after he left wasn’t so different from before, you still lived in the school grounds, being taken care of by the staff of NRC, worked there as a teaching assistant and substitute teacher. Trein, was the one who took care of you the most out of all the staff seeing you as his child above all thing.

When he finally retired after 4 years of working in the school, you took over his place in teaching history and magic demonstration to students. Even as you have no magic Trein helped you a lot in using a type of substitute energy for you to demonstrate that magic, that was how you officially became a teacher at NRC.

In those four years, eventually all your friends including you have graduated, the first years, to be exact the Adeuce duo tried to convince you to move in with them, and just like with Silver you rejected them.

Speaking of which in those 4 years that have passed, the Briar Valley had a improved and changed so much Malleus was on the way to becoming a King, Lilia was still enjoying his retirement, Silver and Sebek had become guards and eventually in that short time Malleus’s personally bodyguards like how they were meant to be.

Silver at the time worried for your state in NRC however couldn’t find a reason nor time to check on you once in a while. He was too busy, his hands tied to training and endless training, attending and caring for Malleus that in a way his mind no longer had a place for you, yet his heart after 4 years did, in his unchanging heart you were always there.

Four years you lived peacefully in those school walls, never leaving unless it was for an event, four years you temporarily took over the school until a new headmaster was administered by the education system. Four years he lived peacefully with his brother in arm, always running for the future king of Briar Valley running to succeed, running to catch up on you.

So when there came a day where the future king was holding his ceremony, he hoped to see you again, Malleus wanted to see you again, Sebek knows he’ll see you again, and Lilia will see you again.

“Pup, I got some news that might interest you, class I gotta borrow your teacher for 20 minutes, don’t cause a problem” Crewel came waltzing into your class to drag you away, he might be your second parent figure to Trein but he’s a good parent figure so you don’t mind.

“…I didn’t even get a say in this.” As soon as you were dragged away your classroom got 10x noisier than before, you are so doubling the amount of homework and assignments.

“Trust me you’ll love to hear this news, it’s about Malleus Draconia.” Crewel stopped dragging you when you both reached the teacher’s lounge.

Sitting you down on the couch of the lounge he handed you the official seal and envelope of the Briar Valley crown prince, soon to be king. It hasn’t been opened yet, you assume that it’s really important when it’s written in such a way, normally malleus would just send you notes like when you were both students, receiving a letter is nice though.

“To Night Raven College, it is with great honor that you are courteous invited to the coronation of Malleus Draconia.” Oh, you didn’t notice, Tsunotaro never told you about anything in your recents note passing so you were quite surprised. “We’d like you to send a representative from your school to the coronation, his Highness looks forward to seeing you all.”

“Looks like a familiar hand writing, say, wasn’t it that pup Silver?” You traced the word written so carefully, how have the time treated him? “Anyways, the staff decided it would be best for you to be the representative”

“Why me? I mean I know the reason might be because I know Malleus and was close to him but, I’m not very experienced-“ Crewel quickly shut you up by turning the letter around and hovering it above fire. “Oh”

“The new teacher will be a substitute to your class while you’re away, don’t be too worried pup.” Is it too late to hide in the Ramshackle dorm. “Also you can’t deny this one or the school is in serious trouble.”

“Fineee” that earned you a pat on the head.

Perhaps it isn’t too bad to go visit them…

Briar Valley was as beautiful as you’d imagine, from the images taken by malleus to the articles you would read in the school computer. You’d never thought you had a chance to re-visit the land of beauty and thorns.

It was clearly different, NRC and Briar Valley, while both carried an aura unchanging with time, they both had their own differences. Festivities everywhere, the streets decorated with thorns and white flowers, in the city you felt lost.

Standing by the place you were meant to wait you can’t help but fantasize what your life would be like if you had been born here and had magic.

“(Y/n)…” After so many years… you still haven’t gotten over the butterflies every time you heard his voice, four years can change someone so much.

“Silver, you’re the one picking me up?” He was in a daze, you looked the same yet different, time only changed the way you looked, yet he could still hear the same person he fell in love with years ago.

“Ah right, the others have been waiting to see you again.” You’ll properly spend your time here, your time next to him, he took your luggage leading you away with him.

“Yeah, I’m glad I came here, I missed everyone” ‘you especially’ was what you wanted to tell him, but maybe that’s a story for another time.

The time you spent with him, despite everyone surrounding you he never seemed to left. As it turned out Malleus had assigned him to be your personal bodyguard.

The joy you shared with him, the main part of being in an entirely different place than school meant exploring for you, to see the joy you shared with him, Silver was truly grateful to Malleus for giving him the chance to spend time with you.

The stories you told him, everything ever since he left you told him, your best friend and closest companion right now was him. Even though it had only been a few days ever since you arrived in Briar Valley you can’t help but feel as if you had been there for such a long time. The tales of his story were also interesting themselves, from him handling work with Sebek to getting postcards from Lilia.

The dances you both had, on the night of the coronation, you were there to see it all, the beauty and joy of people, Sebek crying in joy, Lilia acting proud and finally Silver… who doesn’t seemed to be focusing on the event. Instead it seemed as if he was distracted. As it turned out he was trying his best not to fall asleep, again. When it came to dancing, no one else seemed to ask you, somehow it ended up being you and him, hand in hand, laughing like children while having fun.

The love him expressed oh so quietly, watching you from a far was definitely not like watching you up close, and with each day spent next to you, he can’t help but fall deeper in love. Secretly protecting you from anything that could harm you, talking to you, helping you deal with other representatives, making sure Sebek doesn’t scold you too much when talking to Malleus.

The gifts he gave you, he wasn’t rich per say yet he always liked giving you something, from handmade items he collected and were given by the woodland creatures. Your reactions were always so lovely to see, how cruel were you to smile like that and make him want to hold you in his arms, how dare you act like that making him want to leave everything behind and follow you wherever you go, how could you make him fall in love with you?

For the story that could never happen, as you both have grown up by now there were definitely changes compared to when you were both new graduates. A question you always asked yourself when you looked into those aurora eyes back then, the question you asked yourself when you stayed as he go, the same one happened now that you're seeing him again after so long, how much longer will you wait to tell him?

Could it happen? It might not happen ever in this lifetime, after all, you and he were in a way completely different, it would never work, it could never work, you might break your heart because of this but he deserved better than you. You were grateful to be given the chance to spend time with him, so you used it to its full extent, you were happy with what you had being his close friend...

Two weeks in Briar Valley felt a little too fast for your liking, falling in love with him all over again was beautiful yet at the same time painful when you realized eventually it had to come to an end. Just as he was the one to greet you when you first came to Briar Valley, it was also Silver who's the last person you'll see as you depart for your trip back to NRC.

"Did you forget anything (Y/n)?" Silver asked handing your luggage to you, a heavy heart you looked into his eyes one last time.

"I think that was everything, thanks for helping me one last time SIlver" He looked so happy, you couldn't bring yourself to tell him anything, anything that you've kept.

"It was nice seeing you again so far, promise me you'll stay healthy and happy?" you nodded as you stepped onto the Black Carriage.

"I will" However just as you said those words, it felt as if something had overcome your own rules and senses, and you grabbed his hand.

You felt oddly bitter at this point, he looked a bit confused but if anything Silver was also doing his best to restrain his emotions for you right now. It was quite awkward as you both stood there in silence, you couldn't even look at him right now because of how overwhelming it felt.

"You know this is what I would have done back then when I graduated and you said you stayed" He knows that there's something you wanted to say after so much time had passed you still haven't gotten rid of that bad habit of pleasing people, have you?

"I never knew when it was the right time to tell you, honestly every time I plan to do so... I feel like I was ruining your happiness" You're trying so hard to keep your emotions in check.

"So? You're allowed to be selfish for a little bit (Y/n), everyone was born like this no matter how loving they are." you didn't even notice you were crying until he wiped your tears, they tasted as sweet as he imagined them to be. "Since you allowed me to be so selfish, I think it's only fair if you get to do the same thing."

"...I love you." Through the overwhelmed emotions you told him what you had hidden so long. " 4 years and you'd thought someone would forget they ever fell in love with someone, I love you, Silver."

"..." both standing in silence, you had no other words to describe your current feeling, you were prepared to have your heart broken. "I love you too."

You wondered what the younger you would have said if they saw all of this, maybe they would have been as happy as you were right now, like a song you once heard, your world... although you could no longer return to it you were happy because you have found a new world which you could love.

"How far, how long will we live? I'll try to be strong when you're anxious, this is my promise to you." Under the starry skies, you departed your lover and returned to NRC.

Random skit Idea:

*Lilia, Malleus, and Sebek hiding and observing the scene*

Lilia: NO, NOOOO, YOU SHOULD HAVE KISSED AT THE END, NOOOO-

Malleus: And that concludes our bet, I win~

Sebek: As expected of our king!

Au-notes: Hai, currently writing this at a hospital, thanks for reading.

I know it was a bit different from what you ordered anon about the Diasomnia gang visiting NRC, but I hoped you liked it despite the changes.

Like and reblogs are extremely appreciated, please do so if you've enjoyed my writing thank you!

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #silver x reader #silver twst #silver vanrouge x reader

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ozzy-boy · 7 months

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Volks' love languages

(his deluxe date made me start thinking about this... I'm definitely going to make more of these for the other guys <3)

-Volks isn't a touchy feely guy. He just isn't. Sure, he opens up a lot more around you than he does around other people, but that doesn't mean he isn't awkward and cagey about it.

-Won't initiate physical touch. Practically refuses to. You have to be the one to initiate everything.

-It isn't even that he doesn't want to touch you- no, he's just too stubborn to ask. Because (clearly) asking your significant other for a hug is embarrassing (obviously). He always has to bring it up in a round-about way, like "If you tripped and fell on me-" or "If you wanted to-".

-He eventually gets more and more used to it the longer you're dating.

-Just don't call attention to it when it finally happens. If you make a big deal out of him hugging or deciding to kiss you first, he'll get embarrassed and stop. It's like getting the trust of a wild animal- he's skittish. (lmao)

-In general though, physical touch just isn't really his thing. He doesn't hate it (even if he pretends he does), but it's not usually his first thought either. Hates PDA don't even try it with him cause he'll refuse.

-Isn't the biggest fan of gifts, either... He just isn't very materialistic. He could take or leave most presents, unless they were particularly thoughtful or really to his taste.

-The best gift you can give him is an activity to do together, or something for him to cook. If you ever want to get Volks downright giddy, get him the expensive wagyu. Seriously, he'll be like a kid on Christmas.

-Which leads into one love language Volks is very much a fan of: Acts of service.

-It stems from his childhood. His mother was an ER nurse- and he did everything he could to make her life less difficult.

-He got good grades, kept his room clean, didn't get in fights... He was kind of the definition of a 'good kid'. Started doing his own laundry and making his own meals a lot younger than a lot of kids typically would. He never really minded it, either. Usually, when the house was already clean and dinner was already cooked, it meant that him and his mom could spend more time together since she didn't have anything extra to do after work.

-This bleeds into his romantic relationships too, even if he doesn't realize it. The biggest way Volks shows he loves you is by doing things for you. This trait comes out x100 if you live together.

-You are NOT going to work without a packed lunch. If you bug him about it enough he might even leave you cute little notes. Usually just stupid little doodles of wolves and stuff but he doesn't understand why you love them so much.

-Cooks most of the meals and does most of the chores. (malewife fr)

-You try to insist that you should split the chores 50/50... but he just ignores it. He wants to make your life less difficult.

-"So what if I did the laundry already? We don't need to take turns doing it... C'mon, don't look at me like that."

-"Don't worry about the dishes, I'll do them myself later... Seriously, there are better ways to spend our time together."

-He's secretly such a sweetheart, although he struggles with words of affirmation.

-Sometimes, Volks will say something so incredibly sweet that it makes you swoon but it's never on purpose.

-If he's TRYING to use his words, he can't come up with anything. He's plagued with awkwardness and an emotionally stunted personality, words are hard for him. He struggles to string words together that really explain how much he likes you...

-When he says something really sweet, it's probably because he's just being honest and not putting any thought into it.

-Which... Volks kind of has a problem with sometimes. It's difficult for him to really talk about his emotions and feelings and that's why he always pushes this cares about nothing/nonchalant attitude- you can't be disappointed if nothing ever bothers you.

-So, he actually really appreciates having someone that speaks their mind and means it. You manage to fluster him so much just by being nice and honest with him.

-Hearing you say how much you like him, how attractive you think he is, how much you appreciate what he does for you... Really makes him swoon.

-He's never really put much faith into people's words- actions are what speaks loudest- but it's different when it's you. He loves your words.

-Just... tone down the flirting and compliments in public, okay? He thinks he looks like a dork when he blushes like crazy in public and he'll pout about it.

-Volks' other main love language is quality time.

-Just wants to spend time with you. He doesn't really care what you're doing, or where, or for how long.

-Whether it's for a couple of minutes between your busy schedule, or for hours at a time. Any time he spends with you is good time spent.

-Volks is a homebody and an introvert at heart. His personal time and space are not something he gives up lightly. Just the fact that he allows you in his apartment when you start dating is a high honor, because it's a privilege only few are afforded. (few = you and his mom)

-You don't even have to be doing anything when you're together. Volks is the type that's perfectly content to just exist in the same room. It gives him a good opportunity to stare at you without you noticing.

-Speaking of staring, it's practically a love language in it of itself for him. He loves to just look at you, and he doesn't really care if it's 'weird'. So what if he's staring? You're hot. It'd be a shame not to stare.

-He'll also love it if you engage in his hobbies, especially if you agree to go camping with him. Just be careful, his idea of camping is closer to straight up survival. But he'll be happy, so you figure it's worth giving up your comfortable bed and learning to spear fish in the wilderness.

#volks blush blush #blush blush volks #blush blush game #bb volks #ozzy writing #blush blush #volks #bb #volks x reader

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liyuee-qixing · 2 years

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“Noble Princess”

You're the tsaritsa daughter and the snezhnaya princess,after you finish your study on Sumeru academia she decided you're mature enough to be married with one of her Faithful Servant Harbinger.

Note:I thought the last one wouldn't blow up and I could just leave it be but hey, here's second part😟,I think I might as well up this on AO3 and WP and make it as series or a singular fanfic

Scaramouche is a little pathetic but that how I like my men

Character: Scaramouche,IL Dottore,Sandrone

PT.1 (la Signora, Tartaglia, Pantalone)

Pt 3:

scaramouche

Look. He definitely,100% and absolutely not the type of person to have a crush on someone, especially you,yea you. But- BUT YOU MADE HIS STONE HARD HEART ACHES SO BAD

he tries to look calm and collected when you're around. He try to look like he didn't care about what are you talking about. (Keyword:try) but then failed miserably

The fatui agent and subordinates have been talking about him being so soft recently. THAT ALL BECAUSE OF YOU FAULT.

He know he's not on your rank. He won't try as much as raises his voice to you,he try to change his personality when you're around,the harbinger already notice about his personality change.

He only join the fatui so he can achieve the gnosis for himself,but now that you were introduced to him,he want you. More than how he want the gnosis

Jealousy issues lmaosudoshdi

HE'S VERY AND VERY VERY VEYR TOUCH STARVED. JUST GIVE HIM A HUG AND HE'LL BE BLUSHING AS SHKT

"you piece of shit,can't any of you do a simple work done for once-" the balladeer shout angrily at his subordinate who kneeling in front of him.

"my lord scaramouche,the princess has requested to meet you,do you-"say a fatui subordinate. Kneeling behind him.

"approved, dismissed! All of you" he shouted once again,the fatui subordinate was gone. He had a glimpse of happiness when he heard your step

"Your highness,what do I owe you the pleasure?"he offer you a small thin smile painted on his face,a genuine one.

"don't be so formal,balladeer. This is sort of random,but have you see the ninth?" His smile never faded away so fast,he frowned. What Business do you have with Pantalone? Do you like him?

"I'm sorry for my rudeness,but why do you need him?" He asked,it now obvious he's jealous. Because of what? Because of Pantalone being your favorite Harbinger? Because of someone he doesn't own hanging with other person?

"isn't he's free today,I thought strolling around the palace with someone is so much better than alone,ah. I must have disturb your work longer,I apologize. I'll leave now" you explained,you quickly picking you speed going away from the sixth

"wait no! I'm free,I can accompany you if you want,I can take you anywhere you want" out of the sudden he reached for your hand and linked his hand with yours

"out of the sudden? I don't see why not though"you smiled at him,it bought a glimpse of happiness to his face as well also maybe a LITTLE blush definitely didn't spread all over his face. Yes definitely not 😊

Il Dottore

He was never loved. All he get in life is discrimination and hate. But now he's craving for your attention. no,no,no he shouldn't fall in love with you.

He's probably too shy or hesitant to talk to you. You're not on his rank so he has to be careful with his word

He doesn't really have time to spend,so he only see you whenever you pass by. But it was enough to make his day

He got jealous whenever you spend more Time with his clone

He often caught you staring at him a little bit longer than you supposed to. He'd be panicked,is it a hint of something? Did he do something wrong? Is there something on his face? Is he too handsome? No that out of line,he just pretend it never happened and that he never saw you staring at him. Yeah definitely not..

He saw you multiple times braiding Signora and Pantalone hair. He always craved that,ugh. Even damslette and Childe get that treatment,how come he doesn't???!?!?!?!

It all until he saw one of his clone in you lap under a tree,you were braiding his hair slowly and carefully.. that when jealousy burst into him,the closest things happen to him was an eye contact,how come his clone get to take a nap on your lap

It's currently a good weather on snezhnaya,it not really snowy as it always do. You were currently sitting under a tree by your self alone. It until the fourth of the harbinger pass by. Your eyes was locked on his back, without of you realizing,he was aware you was staring at him "your highness, you've been staring at me way too long,is there something I could help you with?" He asked,his flat and cold tone was like the usual. The only difference is that his voice was lot softer

"ah. I'm sorry,I didn't realize I stared at you for way too long to the moment of your discomfort"you was startled at first,not expecting him to be aware of you staring at him

"I'm interested in your thoughts actually,So go ahead,tell me what you have in mind" he asked, walking closer to your sitting figure. Waiting for an answer

"I wonder if I could braid your hair,but if you don't want to, it's fine. I could move on,I mean I always do it to another harbinger and i-"you finally spit your thoughts out. Hearing the name of 'other harbinger' make Dottore ear burn. Do he own you? No. THEN WHY DOES HE FELT THIS WAY,WHY DOES HE FEEL SO JEALOUS

"so you're interested in them? Then go ahead if it what you desire" Dottore look a little hesitant at first,but he can't just let you slip out and ask other harbinger to braid their hair lovingly!

So you did, you lay his head on your lap as you braided his hair,at first he was hesitant and nervous as heck. But as the time passed he become more relaxed

You probably just made him fall for you even harder. Poor man just wanna be loved

Sandrone

When she first met you,she stares at you way and WAYY to long.

She'll write every single of your special interest,your preference, everything about you,she even draw you on her journal

She's a quiet and Mysterious lover. . She rather watch you from afar than to approach you.

Buttt... If a harbinger ever made her felt jealous,she should not lose you. Especially if it tartaglia,she couldn't lose you to him! Heck no!

When you requested for her assistance, she is more than happy to accept it. Through the whole assistance process she compliment you all the times,it make you felt very flustered. Your heart would aches when she say good things about you

That royal uniform you were today? Hey! That perfectly matches you! Your jewelry,your make up,your touch? Everything about you is perfect on her eyes.

"your document have something wrong with it"she said as she look through your documents,your eyebrow knitted together,what possibly goes wrong?

"What wrong?" You asked, looking a bit in panic as you looked at Sandrone frowning face.

"Your name doesn't have my last name in it,is it a technical issues?" She said along with a small giggle,you sigh,it just Sandrone being Sandrone.

"Don't be so panicked, darling,sooner or later, you'll have my last name on your name"she giggled once again,you also giggled at it,but deep inside you know she was being dead serious me when

THIS IS SO BADLY MADE AND LIKE 20 MINUTES LATE TO BE UPLOADED,I HAD TO RUSH BEFORE THE CLOCK HIT 00:00 BUT IT WAS 00:20 AS I WRITE THIS SO IM SO SO SO SORRY.

#sandrone #genshin imagines #dottore fluff #dottore x reader #fiction #genshin headcanons #scaramouche #scaramouche fluff #fatui x reader

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annab-nana · 2 years

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hi anna, huge congrats on 5k and i love the theme of this celebration ahh!! may i please request 🐚 with ''call me, even if it's the middle of the night." + jj maybank?

thank you so much + i hope you're having a wonderful day! <3

yes i can! thank you so much and you have a wonderful day as well 💗

❀ masterlist ❀

when you first became friends with sarah cameron, it wasn't a popular idea among your group. you knew she'd fit in with them and they'd like her if both parties put in an effort. but that was the problem. each of them wouldn't.

kie despised her. jj hated kooks. sarah was trained to hate filthy pogues even though you were technically one, but she pushed that aside. john b was on jj's side and pope followed the group.

over time, their feelings changed. you sweet-talked jj into playing nice—the boy could never deny your saccharine grin. john b figured out he not only liked her, but he might even be in love with her. pope followed the boys and while you weren't around, they concocted a plan to trap kie and sarah to settle their differences. while you weren't exactly fond of their methods, they achieved their end goal and for that, you were grateful.

but just because they liked one kook didn't mean they cared for them all.

you were spending the night at sarah's. normally, when you two had a sleepover, it was at your place, but tonight, your younger brother was having a few of his friends over and you wanted out of there. you had spent the night at sarah's a few times before but rafe was never there. tonight, he would be and jj wasn't the biggest fan of the idea.

"can't you guys just stay here at the chateau? it's lovely here," jj told you, waving a hand back at the scene that was a messy home.

you stifled a laugh at his attempt. "j, we will be okay. we just want to be friends alone, just like you like your time with john b or pope or kie or me. i like mine with everyone separately too. we're gonna be in her room for most of the time too so rafe won't be an issue."

you watched his shoulders slump in defeat. it wasn't that he didn't trust you and he knew you could handle your own, but he didn't like the idea of rafe near you, especially in his home. he couldn't protect you in there. but it wasn't like rafe was going to spot you and attack. he may make a few comments, but jj knew you would let him have it right back alongside sarah.

the sound of sarah's car pulling up outside made jj realize that he couldn't continue his useless convincing any longer. you walked over to him and clasped your hands behind his neck, playing with the golden locks at the nape of it. "look, jj. i'll be fine and if anything does happen, you know you'll be the first person i call."

"you better," he mumbled into your hairline before pressing his lips there. "you hear me?" he asked with his hands cupping your cheeks to hold your focus on him, "you call me, even if it's the middle of the night, alright?"

"yeah, of course," you told him with a comforting grin.

"i love you, you know?"

you snorted. "you have to love me to be worried so much over a sleepover." you leaned forward to kiss him quickly. "i love you too."

sarah's honking horn pulled you away from him and you reached down to grab your bag. "i'll text you later and will call you if anything bad happens. see you tomorrow."

"see ya," he called with a wave as he watched you walk out the door.

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sso-montana · 1 month

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Catherine lives! AU

Ok so I finally got around to write this thing so here you all go, more under the cut bc it kinda got long

Also if you want me to make a post specifically abt how Catherine being alive would impact the general story tell me and I'll make one for that, too ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Catherine always knew Montana was like her, even when she was little. At first she was hesitant to let Justin play and spend time with her but after seeing how good they got along and remembering how she never really had friends she decided to let them be.

Fast forward to Montana coming back to Jorvik and Catherine's motherly instincts I immediately kick in. Yes, she hasn't seen this girl in almost 8 years and she's grown up and changed so much. The Montana before her is so quiet and almost desperately tries to She's reminded so much of her younger self, of how lost and alone she felt and decides that she won't let this happen to another girl. Once Montana realizes she posses magic abilities and starts training with Ydris and a WIP oc of mine (it's a bit messy right now kay?) Catherine sits her down and tells her about how they're the same. Obviously Montana asks her for help and guidance, which Catherine immediately shuts down. Montanas initial reaction of anger and confusion leaves after Catherine explains that she no longer associates herself with magic, hasn't used it in years and never was that good at it. What Catherine can do though is make Montana aware of the dangers of magic, to tell her about her own mistakes, the Keepers and the Sisterhood.

And there are times when Catherine is almost scared of Montana. Because Montana isn't like her, isn't afraid to loose control. She's so full of anger and frustration and sadness right after loosing her parents and that paired with uncontrolled power is a dangerous combination. Montana isn't hurting others on accident but rather manages to keep injuring herself while learning. There are so many times she comes back to the stables and Justin and Montana sit in the saddle chamber putting creams on her arms and wrapping bandages around her hands because she burnt or cut herself. She's stubborn and impulsive and acts without thinking things through and clearly struggles with magic.

And yet she makes up for it with her sheer determination to learn, to master this power which allows her to protect what's left and Catherine can't help but be amazed at this young girl. They're the same and yet so completely different.

Of course as soon as Justin starts to get more involved with all the magic stuff Catherine is worried about him. It's not like she wasn't worried about Montana to begin with, but Justin is her son, her baby. It's the first time the two of them ever had a big argument since Justin never really fought with his mom. Even after they talk it out she's not happy with him joining Montana on trips. But after seeing his determination and desire to protect Mo, to be able to return the favor because she always protects them and he desperately wants to keep her safe, to make her understand she's not alone and doesn't have to do everything by herself, even if at times it scares him, Catherine gives in. At least she has the comfort of knowing they're looking out for each other.

Catherine isn't unfriendly to the soul riders either, quite the opposite. It would be easy to be angry at them, to hold grudges and not want a single thing to do with it, but that's not like her. Catherine isn't a hateful person. She wouldn't be angry at kids for something that their predecessors did. Elizabeth and Avalon are a different story of course, but the girls never did anything bad, she doesn't hold any grudges against them specifically. They're just kids, kids who have way too many things that they have to shoulder than anyone that age should. Those girls aren't even in their 20s and are being told the fate of Jorvik and perhaps the whole world is depending on them. That's fucked up, like, severely fucked up.

So Catherine always tells them that no matter what, they can always come to Moorland Stables. Even if she can't do much in regard to guiding them on their Soul Rider journey, she can make sure there is a place for them where they're safe.

It does hurt to see that just like her Montana feels like she doesn't fit in, doesn't belong with them. To see that cycle repeat itself. Yet Montana doesn't seem to be as bothered by it as she had been, which isn't exactly better if you hear the 'I wasn't really able to make friends after we left Jorvik, so it's nothing new' explanation.

I do think she would stay away from Valedale and the Keepers and Elizabeth as far as she can. The only time I can see her showing up again is after Justin got imprisoned and for the first time in her life Catherine is full on willing to throw hands with someone. (She doesn't. She doesn't stop Montana from doing it for her either.)

TL;DR

Catherine is basically treating Montana as her own daughter and being a great at it. She doesn't hold grudges against the current Soul Riders bc they're just kids. The Keepers can go fuck themselves she ain't dealing with them. When are Montana and Justin getting married she'd love to have her as her daughter in law

#sso #ssoblr #star stable online #mo talks lore #Catherine lives! AU #I actually really like this AU it's becoming one of my favorites lol #if you have more specific question feel free to ask them!!!#I love getting to info dump (￣▽￣)

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Moonlight Pt. 5 (Migi & Dali Fanfiction)

Link to Part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/mtdthoughts/738293425820057600/moonlight-pt-1-migi-dali-fanfiction?source=share

Link to previous part:

https://www.tumblr.com/mtdthoughts/738463717942067200/moonlight-pt-4-migi-dali-fanfiction?source=share

*Note: This is the final part.

CHAPTER 5

After we bumped our fists, we walked away from the edge of the cliff.

"Thank goodness Dali, I was worried for a bit that you might’ve tried to jump."

Dali shot me a confused look. "Huh? Stupid Migi, why would I do that?"

I couldn't say anything back.

Dali said, "But I suppose your worry may be somewhat warranted.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

He explained, “I was always going to live with you and the Sonoyamas, but until now I wasn't sure of how I was going to live, or if I was worthy of pursuing any way of life I wanted.”

He calmly smiled.

“But now I'm sure of it. I may not be able to erase my past or my sins, but I will atone by living in the best way I can to make you proud, Migi. And I'm sure when Eiji returns, he'll be so jealous of our great lives that he'll have no choice but to live his best too." Dali’s smile widened.

"Yeah!" I replied.

Dali turned away from me.

"Ugh, I can't believe I spilled so much of guts today. Sorry you had to watch me act disgracefully for so long. It was truly unbecoming of your older brother." He sounded a bit irritated.

He then turned back to me, looking determined, and said, “But I promise that from now on, I will no longer hide or run away. The weak version of myself that I hated for so long dies here, and I promise that I'll become strong enough to make everyone proud.”

He made his usual confident grin.

“Thank you Migi. I’m certain of myself now, and I won’t let you down anymore.”

My face instinctively brightened. This was the Dali that I always admired and looked up to!

"Me too! I won't let you down either, Dali!"

Dali warmly smiled.

"Alright, then don't fall behind in school, Migi. We might be living our own lives now but try not to make me worry too much."

My tongue leapt out in surprise as I heard this, and Dali laughed.

"Well then, Migi, I suppose we should do what we came here to do. Let's talk to Mother."

I nodded, and together we stood in front of Mother's grave and bowed our heads.

Dali said, "Mother, we hope you're doing well up there in Heaven, and we hope you're happy to see that we've come to visit you for the first time with smiles on our faces.”

“Migi and I have finally found a new place to call home, and now we’ve been blessed with a new family and new friends that love us.”

“We finally found our brother that you wanted us to meet for so long, but because of me, he's now alone for a long time, and I’m truly sorry.”

“But I promise to set things right, and when he returns, we'll be sure to welcome him wholeheartedly. Thank you for taking care of us, and we promise that we'll make you proud with how we live."

When Dali finished, we noticed that for a few moments, the moon brightened with a light blue glow, the same color as Mother’s eyes. We both looked at each other, smiled, and nodded.

After spending the next minute in silence, Dali looked toward our home.

"Alright, I guess we better get going now, Migi. Mom would worry herself to death if she found out we were gone for so long."

"But Mother hasn’t heard from me yet..."

"Don't worry, she knows. After all, you feel the same way as me, right?"

I smiled and nodded, and we got on our bicycle and rode back home.

Soon later, we arrived home and left our bicycle at its usual spot. But when we were about to climb back to our room, we noticed that our bedsheet rope was missing.

"Dali, how do we climb back up now? Our rope is missing!”

“Wait, this could only mean -” Dali muttered, looking towards me, panicked.

“Looking for this?” a familiar voice came out of nowhere.

We turned around immediately. Mom was standing there, holding our rope of bedsheets in her arms.

"Migi… Dali…” she said, facing down. Our faces turned to panic at the same time. She then looked at us, and she looked pretty angry with her cheeks puffed up.

"I can't believe you two just left the house at night without telling us! Bad boys!"

"We're very sorry, Mom, we won't do it again..." we replied apologetically as we looked down.

Her face softened, as she came up to us and patted our heads.

"Geez, we know you boys are tough, so you could have just told us what you were doing, and we would've said yes."

She smiled and continued, "Anyways, you boys came home just in time! I've just finished preparing your bath, so why don't you go and hop in, and let's forget about all this."

"Yeah, thanks Mom!" we exclaimed with our faces lit up. We then proceeded to take our bath.

After we finished, we came out of the bath, and then I noticed that Dali looked horrified. I looked to see where he was looking.

There were two sets of stripey pajamas waiting for us. Oh, I see what's going on.

"Ahahahahahaha~!"

“Stop laughing!” Dali yelled, looking embarrassed.

I threw my arm and wrapped it around his shoulder.

“Now, we get to be stripey together!” I exclaimed as I continued laughing.

“…”

We wore our stripey pajamas together, and soon after, we brushed our teeth and went to bed.

It was the night of Christmas Day, and I laid in bed, unable to sleep. Because today was such a great day, probably the best in my life! Perhaps Santa is real after all, because I got the best present I could ever ask for, something that I wanted more than anything else!

“Hey Dali, are you looking forward to next Christmas too?” No response.

“You asleep?” I asked. No response.

Still, I smiled, because I already knew that Dali agreed with me.

“I wonder what Santa will get us next year…”

THE END

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Author's Final Notes:

I'll probably repost this somewhere else at some point later. I also probably won't write any other fanfiction, since my imagination is limited, and I don't think I should stray too far from the source material.

I hope this was decently enjoyable for whoever actually read through all this. Believe me, I'm not used to writing anything emotional, and I struggled a bit sometimes due to cringing at my own writing. But the boys went through a lot from their journeys, and if they didn't get therapy, then they at least needed a nice heart-to-heart to overcome their dark past and childhood. Thus, I feel that the events that occurred in this fanfiction were somewhat "necessary" and make their changes in the timeskip (1993) more convincing.

Honestly, this fanfiction really was a reward for myself, and a nice culmination of the hours I spent analyzing this series. It was so satisfying to incorporate all of my thoughts and analyses as well as certain callbacks and references from the anime to form a neat little story that just makes sense to me. I hope that the reader can get a similar appreciation that I did!

#migi and dali #migi to dali #fanfic

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momosbrainrots · 2 years

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Heyy can you do Jinx x GN!reader but in a twist: “what are we?’’ ,please?

Take care of yourself❤️

Not enough stars

A/N: You too! Sorry for the long wait. I enjoyed this one a little too much, I've been wanting to post it for so long, and finally! Here it is! (I'll try to post more often... but I'm tired.)

Btw Is the fandom still alive?

WC: +4000 (wow a long one, enjoy!)

The lines are blurred on what Jinx and you are.

You met, hit it off, and remained together. But why were you so unsettled? Things were fine. You spend hours together and it seems that you are always looking for each other, like two magnets that eventually collide.

Despite this, you had this constant feeling of something wrong, that gnaws and eats away your insides. The uncertainty. You feel anxious, scared almost. You need to talk to her.

Jinx is your rock; she is forceful, constant, solid and you brought to her life stability, a reason to stay strong. A safe place.

You balance each other.

But lately, the world is ending, and you find that you pretend to be okay with too little. So that's why the thought of specifying had grown on you.

Given the circumstances, you won't ask her to stay. If these months mean nothing you would get it if she walked away. Even if that's the last thing you want.

☆

You approach her workbench, sitting in the chair next to her, the one that already had your name on it. The moment when she falls silent, too focused on fixing her gun engines, is when you decide that it is time.

"Jinx." "Yeaaah...?"-she says without looking at you. The barrel of the weapon keeping all her attention. -"Can I ask you something?" "MHmm..."

Noticing that you are not continuing with your speech she finally peeks at you. -"What is it?"

"What... are we?"

"Huh? What d'ya mean?"-again not looking at you.

"I don't know, are we... What are we?"

"Silly! That's easy! We're us!"

"No jinx that's not..." -"Wait no, is this a riddle?!?"

"No no..."- you can't help but feel frustrated at her usual enthusiastic manners. If you didn't know her, you'd think it was a genuine reaction. Perhaps it's better this way. -"It's nothing. Forget it."

Her look turned cold as you stand up. Staring at your frame as you walk away. Fading into the darkness until your footsteps no longer echoed in her lair.

☆

It's not that she didn't understand the question, she did, but how should she reply to that? It's not like she never questioned it before. But she's not good with feelings, damn she could barely handle her own.

You are terribly good to her. You are everything that she's not and will never be. You know what to do when her thoughts led her astray. When she's trying to evade feelings and thoughts she has no blame for.

All your caring touches and meaningful words... She can't ever get enough.

That's why she's scared. Scared of being too much. Scared to say the wrong thing and lose you forever. No. She couldn't live without you. So that's why with your simple presence Jinx was satisfied.

Maybe not.

Because she could never deny how starry-eyed you leave her.

☆

She finds you in your usual spot. The rooftop of that tall building situated in the vicinity of the highest area. There was hardly any movement in the area, practically desolated due to the high pollution of the air and nearby water. Where you can discern the contrast between both cities, that violent one that was your home under your feet and the other one that you learn to hate, so full of light and hope.

Jinx approaches in a feline manner, without making a sound. Slowly, as if she feared that you would fly away upon noticing her presence. You were looking at the waters that reflected the vast sky, except for any star, sitting on the edge of the ledge.

She stops as you stand up. You are the first one to speak.

"I'm sorry for putting pressure on you when I was the one who wanted to have this conversation. It was wrong."

"No it's ok, I just didn't want to say the opposite of what you were expecting." "I don't want to lose you."- both of you run out of air, words stuck in your throat. Not knowing where to start.

"So um, are we... " "Something?" "Yeah..."

"I mean, do you want us to be... Weren't we something all this time?"- again your uneasy breath is the only sound heard. But this time is different because the silence is now an affirmation of what you were. Are.

"Does this mean you- " "Love you and won't (ever) leave you? Yes."

She can't help but tear up at your words. Her face buried in your chest as you hug her small frame, planting a sweet peck on her temple.

Drifting your eyes to the sky, you notice that the one that once was bare now, a huge ocean of sparkly blue orbs shows. And the brightest of all were down on earth, collapsing and forming their own galaxy.

#jinx imagines #jinx x reader #jinx imagine #jinx #jinx arcane #arcane headcanons #arcane imagine #arcane imagines #arcane jinx #jinx headcanon #what are we #thank u mwah

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swanimagines · 6 months

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hi jenni! thank you so much for all of your writing, it's so good! i would love it if i could please get a romantic self ship for a drabble or oneshot, whatever your preference, with cato from the hunger games?

my name is lisa and i go by she/her pronouns! i have medium brown hair that goes a little bit past my shoulders, light brown eyes, and dark eyelashes. i am an entj because i get very focused on school/making sure i put 100% into any task in front of me. i paint, draw, spend a lot of time outdoors, write, and am social on varying degrees- i talk too much with people i know but not a whole lot with strangers. i think i'd consider myself to be ambitious, too. i pride myself on getting to know people well enough that i know how to phrase the smallest sentence so that it'll make them laugh.

a few things i cannot stand: people who send me writing requests with literally nothing to go off of (your remark about people sometimes treating writers like a machine is so on point!), slow walkers, people who litter, and arugula. why is it in salads there's no point??

ok i think that was a little too much lol but i can't wait!! thank you again! 🥰

(Ships are closed and it's unlikely I will ever do them again especially now when I'm no longer a Tumblr writer, this event was held only for my friends in December 2021)

I read this over a few times during writing (SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ARGH, I'm finally doing these as I'm preparing to wrap things up) and ALWAYS read "arugula" as "tarantula" and I was where the fuck do you live if tarantula salads are a common thing 😅 But I've heard many people don't like it, there's this 50's American diner styled restaurant in our northern neighboring city, and they put aragula in a lot of dishes, like on top of a nacho platter if you order it as a main course, I don't mind it but I understand why many do. Our cook here often puts nettle leaves in salads during summers, some of my Tumblr friends have been horrified by it before 😂

Also, I wanted to spend a moment to tell you how you're one of those people who kept me standing when I felt like I want to quit because of trolls and hate I got, or when things first started going south. You're an amazing person Lisa, and I'm sad to know that my time in the community might start to be up because it means I have to leave so many amazing people behind, like you. I have felt like this for a long time, over a year already, with some moments where I feel like I don't want to leave because accepting that I have to leave people behind hurts so much, to get rid of bad leaves I have to cut out some good leaves too. But during the time when I was part of the community, you were one of those people who grew to be important to me, whose comments I cherished, who I loved interacting with. I miss that time and I know I will miss it 5 years from now, when everything was still well. You will stay in my memories as one of those who supported me when I was feeling grim or like I can't write. Your comments were often simple and you didn't even say anything about the quality of my writing, like you commented "when will this be me? that's the goal babes." into one of my Kaz fics, and they still made me smile and feel good about myself and my writing/my effort to make people smile with my content. I do miss the interaction and the little community we had all that time ago, every time I publish something in AO3.

I hope you will stay in this community for a long time or if you ever decide to leave, you won't deactivate. I will surely visit your blog time to time, just to remember you, even if I won't be logged in. Reading our old asks and remembering how fun I had interacting with you. Or maybe someday I'll log back in and hit you with a message, who knows. I'll definitely pop by to tell you about meeting Freddy (+ Kit, Amita, Jessie, Archie and Dean) at least when I've come back from London in March and maybe send you pictures and videos from there.

But I want to thank you for being there and being such a good friend, the community is lucky to have you <3

Whoever first thought that the Hunger Games were a good idea to cope with lack of entertainment was a psychopath. Or no, anyone who thought it's good entertainment was a psychopath. Or a sociopath. To have bloodthirsty teenagers run across the forest killing each other was something Lisa had never understood - yet here she was, fighting off a girl who had found the little nest Lisa had built for an hour. She thought she had been good at camouflaging it, and she had maybe been too confident in herself as now she had a spear sticking through the side of her adobmen and a girl straddling her, trying to shove a knife into her throat.

Lisa flailed pathetically and the girl laughed. "You know, it's a pity to kill you. You could have become a famous author."

Splendid, one of Lisa's readers was about to kill her.

"It's a pity you will never read them once I do," Lisa hissed back and managed to kick the girl before scrambling backward, jerking her own knife out of her bag and throwing the cover aside. The girl rolled back before locking eyes with Lisa again. She eyed her own knife for a moment, and then at Lisa's knife. They both stood there for a moment, ready to fight, but then the girl lowered her knife. She clenched her jaw.

"You're lucky my knife isn't sharp enough to kill you at one go. I was unlucky when picking weapons. I mean, you'd think they provided us with new, sharpened ones," she said quietly and her eyes flickered at the spear sticking out on Lisa's side. "But if I'm lucky, that will kill you. Maybe maggots will nest there and you die by infection."

She took some steps backward, and then turned away, running into the night. Lisa groaned as the adrenaline started to fade and pain started to kick in.

"Motherfucker..." Lisa mumbled, looking at the spear. It hadn't gone through her, which made her curse even more. She definitely wouldn't be able to push the spear all the way through her body so she'd be able to snap it and pull it out to bandage it. She could try, and risk getting paralyzed in the process. Leaving it there, on the other hand, would lead to an infection. Either way, her game was over.

Lisa scoffed - authors rarely got killed by their readers. Lisa knew it wasn't personal, that girl had likely forced herself to be cold towards others for survival. She likely had a loving family, friends who prayed she'd make it home, that she'd win the Games. She did it for them. But the spear still didn't hurt any less.

Then, Lisa heard steps approaching her little tent. Rustle as a pair of feet hit the leaf-covered forest floor. She didn't even try to hide, if it was someone, they would likely be able to kill her in a heartbeat. So she waited, a moment, two. A shadow appeared to the doorway, and a figure crouched.

"Well, well, well. Someone else got the cutie before I could?" a voice said, that arrogant voice belonging to a guy Lisa had sparred with before the Games. They had had a flirting session, which felt kind of awkward now - she had called him cute too, and he had gotten visibly flustered.

"Cato," Lisa greeted the boy, rolling her eyes as he invited himself to step into Lisa's space. "Please, come in."

Cato's eyes flickered from her to her makeshift bed, to a few weapons Lisa had acquired. "Nice place. Nicer than mine, at least."

Lisa cocked an eyebrow. "I thought you formed a gang of some kind, where did you leave them?"

Cato sighed and scoffed. "Sleeping. I heard a noise coming from here and wanted to come and see what's happening and if I can join the fun."

Lisa looked at her wound and shrugged. "Well, my game is over. So, if you want to put me out of my misery..."

Cato scoffed, taking a hold of the spear and Lisa hissed at the feeling. "I did say that I wouldn't want a cutie like you dying among the first ones."

Then, a sickening crunch was heard and Lisa cried out, feeling blood gushing out of her backside. She felt some pressure a moment longer, before she saw Cato holding some bloody stick in his hand. It took her a moment to realise that the spear had disappeared, but blood was now gushing out of her adobmen. She quickly took a roll of bandage and started unwrapping it and wrapped it around herself and securing it with a pin.

She then looked up at Cato, searching his face. "You saved me."

Cato smirked, tucking a strand of Lisa's hair behind her ear. "Hunger Games is about dying in a fight. Someone has to see the life disappearing from your eyes as they twist a knife into your heart. It isn't entertainment if we all die by infections."

Lisa narrowed her eyes at him, trying to ignore the fact how tenderly he just touched her. "So you accept it as a form of entertainment?"

Cato hummed. "It's not like we have a choice. We are their entertainment, whether we want it or not. They're watching us right now, speculating if we'll be the tragic love story this season."

Lisa almost choked in her spit. "Love story? Us?"

Cato licked his lips, his smirk still on his face. "I just saved your life. We sit here peacefully, we aren't threatening each other. They probably think we're about to marry each other by now."

Lisa raised her eyebrows at him again, but then scooted away from him. "Well, when we meet the next time, those speculations will die."

Cato shrugged, standing up and started to back away towards the doorway. "Or then they won't. See, I'm not planning to be the one who kills you, unless you try to kill me."

With that, he disappeared into the night, leaving Lisa wondering what would happen within the next days - if Cato really meant what he said or if he just tried to manipulate her. If he was just trying to get close to strike when she least expected it.

But, a voice in her head said, maybe he was being genuine. Did Lisa's little flirting with him really do that, him going almost soft? What would happen if only the two of them would be left standing, would he kill her then? Or did he think she gets killed without it being him?

Lisa reclined on her makeshift bed, staring at the roof for a moment longer before letting herself to have a moment of rest before the next day - maybe she'd attempt to find Cato and manage to clear things some more.

#jen's 2k ships #2k celebration

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enchanted-lightning-aes · 2 years

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A Discreet Moment

A/N: a story about a night between two ladies in love, just wishing to spend time together. that’s it. <3

Word Count: 740

TW: romance, i guess

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Owls hoot as a mighty wind dashes past leaves from a grove of trees. Currents of wind fly towards the air, howling with speed and in a moderate temperature.

On a grassy field, two women lay there close together. Their shoulders brushing and their eyes upwards onto the night sky. One of them sits up, looking at the other. She smiles, enthralled at peace in her companion's expression.

An expression that she yearned to see for an entire week. They were both stuck at work, only texting and calling each other through their phones. Even then, it's not the same. To her surprise, her darling suggested for them to meet at night in a forest. Because she wanted her there and she accepted it.

Tonight, she won't allow anything to take this away from her. It's dedicated to her darling only and not anything or anyone else.

If only she can re-arrange her schedule to find time with her, she'd do it.

"Isn't this. . . wonderful?" Her darling's eyes shine brighter than any stars above them. "Just two of us together in this field? Alone and without anyone else around?"

"It's certainly true, gorgeous," she answers with a laugh. "I'm so glad we're catching up. I really missed you so much, and I hate how works get in the way."

Her darling sighs. "Me too."

So, it unnerves her at watching how her darling squirms while crossing her arms. She tips her head back, peering up at the night sky. Dark and cluttered with various stars and moonlight glow. A dazzling sight for any mere moral to behold. Yet there seemed to be no serenity on her face. Only. . . worry.

Like she's struggling with a mist of bleak thoughts.

"What's wrong?" she asks, knitting her brows together.

"Nothing, I just. . ." her darling says, fiddling her fingers. She let out a shaky chuckle. "I'd like this to be longer, you know? I'd rather be here with you and get caught up in your. . . your everything. I can't stand to let this slip away."

She turns, fixing her eyes on her. "Hey, we're going to stay here together for an entire night. And if you're in, I'd be more than happy to camp with you. When I'm here, you don't need to fear."

"Pfft, I know that. My mind insists on ruining this moment and I hate that it does. I still. . . I still don't get how could be willing to. . . to make things work between us. I guess I'm a little confused that you'd pick me. When there's plenty of other people tripping themselves over for you. What I'm trying to say is that. . . I don't understand how I got so lucky to be with you."

Bowing her head, she moves her fingers across the grass to her wrist.

"Do you want me to cling to your hand while I explain to you?"

"Sure, okay. It would be. . . great."

Upon reaching for her hand, she slides her palm onto hers, and links their fingers together. She guides her closer to her, watching up at the stars ahead of them.

"You're the only person, who sees me for who I am. You aren't terrified at who I am and you're braver than any of those people. Sure, they're into me but they don't, and won't, understand me like you do. You've learned my deep and darkest secrets. Yet you didn't treat me differently than they might have. It's why I chose you: because you love me for my true self."

"That's. . . that's. . . I love you so much."

Without warning, tears slip under her darling's eyes. She swipes them off with another hand, sniffing and breaking out into sobs.

Her chest drops like lead down to her stomach.

Did she say anything that hurt her? She hated to see her like this.

She frowns slightly. "Dammit, I didn't mean to. . . I don't want to make you cry."

"No! It's fine! It's just that. . . this is so touching and I'm so. . . I get emotional, sometimes. It happens." Her darling gives a watery smile. "I'll be fine. I'm with you and it's more important."

"Still, I just want to make sure you aren't upset," she says. "Do you want to go back home?"

"I don't want to," her darling murmurs, snuggling by laying a head on her shoulder. "I'd rather stay under the moonlight with you."

With a smile, she strokes her hair. "Yeah, me too."

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#writeblr #creative writing #flash fiction friday #fff129 #enchant: original works

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1lovesickfangirl1 · 10 months

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how to write?? (tom rizzotto x reader)

summary: you're having a hard time writing a fanfic and tom helps you out.

word count: 536

a/n: okay so originally i was gonna write some gushy romance because i need some good tom fluff in my life, but then i realized im no good at that stuff. people say write what you know, so im writing about having a breakdown over writing (but seriously tho pls take care of yourself, your hobbies should be fun)

You've been rewriting and staring at your screen for the past 30 minutes. You had a spark of inspiration earlier in the day and started on a fanfic for your new favorite game. You liked how it was going at first, but now the dialogue looks clunky and the pacing is weird. You've been trying to fix it but all your attempts just end up getting deleted. You were at the brink of insanity when a miracle happened, Tom was calling. You pick up, thankful to see his face.

"Heyyy, sorry for calling this late but I haven't heard from you toda-"

"UUUUUUUGGGGGGH" you slammed your head on the keyboard causing Tom to jump.

"Oh god what happened? Do I need to call 911??"

"Not unless there's a fanfiction helpline. I've been writing this fic and I'm stuck on this part AND I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING!" you start flailing your arms in the air.

"Okay, well I have plenty of experience in this type of writing so I can give you some feedback. Just send it over so I can take a look!" he offers with a warm smile.

When you're a normal functioning human you know that Tom would never judge your writing too harshly. He's looked at your work in the past and has LOVED your writing. But right now you're tired, dehydrated, and your words look like gibberish. Right now you hate the idea of him looking at it.

He senses your reluctance, "Y/N, I know sharing writing you're not proud of isn't easy. But I can see how frustrated you are, I swear on my Switch that I won't judge."

And with that, you send him what you have so far. Maybe it won't be too bad. He spends a few minutes reading, using very exaggerated facial expressions in an attempt to cheer you up.

"I really like the story, but my main worry is your writing. Like, your spelling is so bad I can barely read it. And with all the time you've had to write you usually have it much neater. Have you been taking any breaks?"

You laugh nervously as Tom gives you a disapproving look.

"My mind has been stuck on this. I just NEED more content for Jimbo's Great Adventure, and since the fandom for this game is pretty small I need to make it myself. The people deserve more fan service of their favorite boy JIMBO!"

"Aaaand they also deserve fanfics that aren't made by someone who is so sleep deprived that they can barely spell. I love how passionate you are about your interests, but PLEASE get some sleep. I can help you figure it out tomorrow, but your first step is to drink some water and get some rest."

As much as you wanted to keep writing, you knew Tom was right.

"I will, but I wanna stay for a bit longer. I haven't seen you all day."

"I know how much you wanna fantasize about kissing my cute face, but it can all wait for tomorrow. I'm not going anywhere, you're stuck with me!" he gives you a sly wink.

You let out a tired laugh, "Alright, I'll log off for tonight. Love ya."

"Love you too Y/N. Sweet dreams."

#band camp boyfriend #bcb #tom rizzotto

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“i don’t know how much longer i can keep doing this.” for sorcione!

YESSSSS

"Can I be honest?" he asked her one morning; she spent the night with him, at his place, having lied to her parents about going out with Tonya and Daphne. Thankfully, both of them agreed to cover up for her in case of an emergency; but that was a highly unlikely scenario, considering who their fathers were. Asking her friends to cover up for her so she could spend some time with her secret boyfriend felt childish and immature - but that was what she had to do, even in her early twenties. As long as she lived with her parents, she'd have to lie; she made peace with that a long time ago.

"Mmm?" Frankie muttered, her eyes still closed, her head resting comfortably on Mac's wide chest. His bed - a standard full - was just wide enough for the both of them; and she really, truly, genuinely did not feel like getting up. Sure, she should be getting ready to leave - but truth be told, she still felt a bit worn out from sex. "Shoot."

Initially, he simply sighed, wrapping his arms around her.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this," he said finally, his voice quiet and low; and in response - Frankie sighed as her heart sunk a bit in her chest.

"I know," she replied, her throat dry, her chest tight. "But can't you hold on for just a bit more?" she added; exactly as she did countless times before. What he wanted, she couldn't give him - not yet, at least. She had her own obligations, her own plans. Years before, she promised her best friend to help him pretend he's straight; and she couldn't back out now, not when the date of their wedding had been set, not when don Fortunato was so close to formally welcoming her into the Fortunato famiglia of the Maggia.

"You know I'm trying," he said as she covered his hand with hers. "But it's just... Hard. To only have you from time to time."

He finished his sentence with a kiss placed atop of her head; and Frankie pursed her lips a bit, her stupid, trembling lips. Why? she almost asked him. Man up, Gargan. There's plenty fish in the sea. You'll find a new girlfriend in no time.

(There were times when she wished they could go back to just being fuckbuddies, to not being in love, to wanting to kill him, to hating him. It would make things so much easier for both of them.)

"If it's of any consolation," she said instead, looking up at him. "It fucking sucks on my end too. Also," she added hesitantly, "I won't blame you if you tell me you're out. There will be some hard feelings, but... I'll understand."

"Oh, shut up," he muttered in response, hiding his face in her hair. "Quit tellin' me to break up with ya. It's not gonna happen."

"I know," she murmured out in return, reaching out with her hand and tracing her fingertips along his jawline, his skin warm under her fingertips. "There's no point in telling you to go away. I know. I noticed."

He let out a muffled chuckle.

"I just wish we didn't have to hide," he said with a sigh as he straightened his back. "Okay. That's enough moping for one morning. What do you want for breakfast?" he asked in a lighter, more cheerful tone; and Frankie pursed her lips at this fake happiness in his voice. Ever since she got to know him, it became glaringly obvious to her that Mac was not a good actor; or perhaps she simply was a very demanding spectator, most keen on picking up on each and every hollow note in the melody of his acceptance. He wasn't happy, and she knew it; but neither was she - and he knew it as well.

That morning, they had eggs and bacon for breakfast; as they did many times before, and many times afterwards. She kissed him goodbye, and she slipped out of his place; and that was it. Just another stolen morning; just one day less standing between her and her desired freedom.

#4.txt #ILU ILU ILU

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