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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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She’s A Gun

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: *John Mulaney voice* My wife is a bitch and I love her SO much (gif by @salome-c) I also didn’t know how to end this so sorry

Summary: Somebody didn’t give the new guy a heads up about talking about Joel Miller’s family [1.6k]

Warnings: idiots in love, a quick mention of a queer slur, I can’t think of anything else!!

You catch him looking at you across the room as you sip some new whiskey Tommy traded for. He looks young and fresh-faced without many scars or littering the surface of his skin. His eyes are bright when they meet yours, and you give him a polite smile before returning to your drink. Unsurprisingly, he bellies up to the bar a few minutes later. You glance at the door, and the man follows your gaze.

"You meeting someone?" He asks. The bartender, a kind man named Nick, flashes you a look, but you wave him off, turning to the younger man, who is dead set on making his presence known.

"You must be new." You say, and he laughs as he holds out his hand.

"You got me. I'm Luke," He says. You meet him halfway and shake his hand, giving him your name. "Where are you from?"

"I came here from Boston."

"You're a long way from home. What brought you here?"

"Long story."

"Is it longer than the time it would take to get you another drink?"

"I can get my own drink, but thank you."

"'Course," he says but doesn't move from his place next to you. "What do you do here in Jackson?" He asks, and you open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off. "Let me guess. School teacher. No, a nurse."

"I work patrols, but good guess."

"Oh, I'm going to work patrols, too. I actually just signed up for my first shift tomorrow. Speaking of which, do you know anything about this guy… Miller, I think, is his name. I heard he's a hard ass."

"Joel or Tommy?"

"There's multiple?" He asks, and you smirk as you sip your drink.

"There's a few of 'em hanging around, yeah. What did they say? Maybe I can," you shrug and try to hide the amusement in your voice. "Help you figure it out."

"Well, this guy, Seth, said Miller shouldn't even be in Jackson. Something about him killing people to get by before coming here, but he gets to stay because he's buddies with Maria. Apparently, he's a hell of a shot, though. I heard a rumor that he once shot an Infected from a mile away, but I'll believe it when I see it." He says, and you nod.

You remember that day well. Tommy had been bragging about his marksmanship, mostly telling big fish stories, and you finally got sick of it. Joel told you to leave it, but you had to see. When you went on patrol the next day, you and Tommy had a competition to see how far he could actually shoot. You passed the gun back and forth to see who could hit accurately and how far. You were the one holding the gun when the Infected bound his way up the hill and quickly went down as the bullet buried in his skull. You didn't think that story would've made the rounds, though.

"What else did Seth say?" You ask, and he puffs his cheeks out as he shakes his head.

"He told me to stay away from him. Something about not fucking with people like that because he's ruthless, especially when it comes to his kid. He said Miller yelled at him last week because he said something to her. Just... totally lost his mind like a crazy person." It wasn't just something. He called my daughter a dyke, you think to yourself. Joel may have pushed him and made him leave, but you threatened to ruin his fucking life. If you ever hear him say something like that to Ellie again, you'll make Joel look like the poster child for forgiveness. You bite the inside of your cheek and save that information for later.

Seth wasn't warning Luke about Joel. He was warning him about you.

"And you're sure he was talking about a man?"

"Pretty sure. I mean, I know people do lots of shitty things to stay alive, but I can't imagine a woman instilling that much fear in a man like Seth," He says, and you hum. "No offense."

"None taken." You smile and watch his guard come down just enough for him to feel comfortable reaching for your arm.

"I wish I had known they let women as beautiful as you out on patrol. I would've signed up with you instead of Miller." He says, and you almost gag. Joel's hand skims your lower back almost as if on cue, and you turn to face him. He kisses you a second too long before looking over your shoulder to face the stranger who looks embarrassed. His arm wraps protectively around your middle, and he's close enough that you can smell his shampoo over the bar’s stench of stale beer.

"Great timing. This is Luke. He's starting patrols tomorrow," You say. Joel reaches across the space to shake his hand, and Luke winces at his too-tight grip. "Luke, this is my husband, Joel Miller," you wish you had a camera to take a picture of the stunned look on his face when he hears the last name. "Joel, we were just talking about the last time I was on patrol with Tommy."

"You're Miller?" Luke asks, suddenly looking pale. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Oh, I thought I mentioned it. I'm sorry, I'm probably losing my mind." You echo Seth's words and smack yourself on the forehead dramatically. Luke drains his drink before glancing around the room.

"It was great to meet you, man. Um, I'm gonna run to the bathroom really fast." He says and takes several steps away from the bar.

"Oh, so soon? I was hoping you and Joel could talk about routes."

"Maybe later." He says, and with that, he's gone. You smile and turn in Joel's arms to face him.

"Jesus, I thought he was going to have a heart attack. What did you say to him?"

"Seth was warning him about the mercenary who's buddies with Maria and shot an Infected from a mile away, asked if I knew anything about the guy."

"Seth should learn to keep his fuckin' mouth shut." He grumbles, and you nod.

"It didn't help his case that he tried flirting with me. Even asked if I was a school teacher." You say, and he gives you a look. His warm fingers reach under your shirt collar to pull out the chain with your wedding band on it.

"Maybe if you actually wore this, that wouldn't happen so often."

"C'mon, everybody knows I'm yours. It's not my fault no one gave him the run down," you say, and he tugs on the chain to kiss you, his big hands moving to hold your jaw. He swallows your gasp when he licks into your mouth, sending a zing of electricity down your spine. He's a touch too handsy for a public space, but you're not complaining. "I don't see you wearing yours out on patrol either." You say, pulling away before he can start something he can't finish, at least not in public. Still, his hand slips into your back pocket, squeezing your ass through the denim.

"Don't want to lose a finger. Besides, everybody knows I'm yours," he parrots, and you smile. A familiar, old country song plays over the speakers, and Joel lights up at the first few chords. "Will you dance with me?" He asks, pressing light kisses to your jaw to butter you up. You lock your arms around his shoulders and let yourself forget about everyone else in the bar.

"And to think there was a time when you hated PDA."

"That was before someone tried hittin' on my wife," he says, and you feel like your face will get stuck from smiling so much. It's been three months since the small backyard wedding officiated by Tommy and Maria. Ellie walked you down the aisle— more of a patch of grass than anything else— and acted as your maid of honor. When Tommy asked if she agreed to give you to Joel, she said, "it's not like she's fucking property, but sure." She beamed so brightly when she realized you each included her in your vows, promising to love and protect her as much as you love and protect each other. It wasn't planned, but the unexpected matching further proved that you three are a family. Still, you don't know if you'll ever get used to hearing Joel call you his wife. "Dance with me, please." He pouts into your neck, and you finally give in, grabbing his hand and leading him to the dance floor.

He pulls you close, and you bury your face in his neck as you slowly dance to Tanya Tucker's voice. He sings along for only you to hear, his accent getting stronger as he does. You could stay like this forever, wrapped up in him and listening to him sing the same song you used to sing along to while driving on backroads. You would marry him again if you could. You think you would marry him in every lifetime.

Scary rumors of mercenaries and blood on your hands fade from your mind. To men like Seth and Luke, you are a subversion of their holy mother. You are bloody and broken, a monster beyond saving. You are a warzone with a heartbeat.

But to Joel, you are the most sacred thing he's ever held. It's not enough to erase the rumors and nightmares about you, but it's enough to knock the wind out of you and make you love your husband that much more. That has to count for something.

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Tag list: @evyiione

#joel and ellie #joel miller #the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fluff #i wrote this for me but you can read it too i guess

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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Round 3 *ding ding ding*

(Should I start apologizing yet?)

Fives and "You should have told me this was going on. I would've put a stop to it the second I heard about it."

Please and thank you, my love 💚💚💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Bodyguard

Summary: After you get yelled at by Captain Rex for something that's not true, Fives comes to comfort you.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x Reader

Word Count: 1123

Warnings: Fives is horny on main for the reader, but it's just suggestive comments and him being unable to keep his hands to himself.

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: This is another part to my Gryffin Industries AU, wherein bad things happen to the clones, and this company comes up behind them makes it better?

Divider by Saradika

You smile pleasantly at Captain Rex, “I’m not sure what the problem is, Captain. The agreement between Gryffin Industries and the GAR remains as it always has been.”

“You take my brothers and experiment on them,” Rex says bitterly.

You gaze at him placidly, “That is not at all how I see it.”

“Then why am I not allowed to see Echo?” Rex demands.

You sigh silently, “Captain. You cannot see Echo because he is recovering from a series of surgeries to remove the unnecessary hardware as well as repair some of the damage that wasn’t properly repaired originally.”

Rex pauses, “But…he’s alright?”

“He’s alive. And we’re working on making sure he stays that way, Captain.” You say soothingly.

Rex taps his fingers on the table, and then he scowls, “Okay, then why do they,” He motions to the guard standing silently behind you, “Never remove their helmets.”

“That’s their choice, Captain.” You chide gently, “We certainly don’t tell them that they have to keep their face covered at all times. And though you might not like it, they don’t have to listen to you anymore.”

He bristles slightly, and leans over the table, only to pause when the man standing behind you shifts slightly, “Why don’t you take your helmet off?” Rex demands.

“Because I have a computer in my helmet that helps me keep track of everything happening in the room,” Checkmate replies dryly, “As well as everything happening on this floor.” Checkmate tilts his head to the side, “You needn’t worry, Captain. We’re very well treated here. Better treated here than we ever were in the GAR.”

“Be nice, Checkmate.” You warn.

“His actions are openly hostile to you, Doctor.” Checkmate replies flatly.

“He has every reason to be worried about his brothers,” You remind him.

Checkmate scoffs, “Yeah, well. It’s a good thing your normal bodyguard has the day off, or else the good Captain would have found himself thrown out a window.”

“You…what?” Rex asks, offended.

“We’re all very protective of the Doc here.” Checkmate says, “After all, it’s because of her that I can walk at all.” He pauses, “In fact, I might fling you out the window just because I can.”

“Checkmate!”

“Fine, fine. I’m done.” The taller man settles, “but so is this meeting. I have a date in half an hour.” He pulls himself away from the door and motions for Rex to follow him, “Come on. I’ll give you a rundown on how things actually are for vod’e who live here.”

You slump against your chair as soon as they’re gone, and less than three minutes later the secret door in your bookshelf opens, and Fives walks into the room. He’s dressed in his armor, and he is wearing his helmet, though he removes it as soon as he sees that you’re alone.

You smile at him tiredly, and as soon as he sits in an empty chair you stand and move yourself onto his lap and you lay your head on his shoulder. Fives’ arms hook firmly around your waist and he lightly rubs his cheek against your hair. “You seem exhausted, cyar’ika.” He murmurs.

“I am exhausted.” You reply, “Captain Rex just left.”

Fives’ grip tightens for a moment, and then relaxes, “Oh?”

“Mm. Someone has been telling stories about Gryffin Industries.” You grumble as your eyes close, “Apparently we’re experimenting on you and your brothers.”

A dreamy grin crosses Fives face, “Yeah, and it’s awesome. We should do that more often.”

You giggle and shake your head, “Not that kind of experimentation.”

“Oh. The not fun kind of experimentation. Yeah, you don’t do that.”

You shoot him an amused look, “No, I don’t. It’s not permitted at all. But someone is telling the Captains and the Commanders that we are.”

Fives arches an eyebrow, “They have no proof, though.”

“No, they don’t.” You bury your face against his neck and inhale deeply, “Doesn’t stop them from yelling at me though.”

“...what?”

“Mm. Rex didn’t yell, but Checkmate did think he was going to attack me for a moment.” You reply as your eyes close and you keep your face pressed against his neck, “And Commander Bly and General Secura were here the other day, accusing me of personally experimenting on clones-”

“Babe.” Fives gently pulls you away from his neck for a moment, and he cups your face, “You should have told me this was going on. I would've put a stop to it the second I heard about it.”

“They think you’re dead, Fives.” You remind him gently, remembering well the way that Echo shattered when he saw Fives for the first time, you card your fingers through his hair and he sighs, “Besides, we knew that Palpatine would try to discredit us with the Jedi.”

“They shouldn’t be taking it out on you,” Fives grumbles, and you smile as you lightly drag your nails across his scalp, and he groans. “Babe. Cyar’ika. Keep doing that.” He pleads with you.

You giggle again but continue doing as he asks. “I spoil you, love.”

“And I love you for it.” Fives replies with a boyish grin as he pulls you into a proper kiss, “Actually, I just love you in general.”

“Well, aren’t I lucky then.” You reply with an adoring smile.

Fives just grins at you even wider. “Babe,” He coos, “You’ve been working so hard.”

“Yes, I have. And I still have work to do.” You reply, “We’re close to repairing the damage to Tup’s brain-”

“Cyare~” He coos again, as his lips move to a spot just under your ear, where he proceeds to suck a mark onto your skin, “As important as that is, it’s not your project yet.”

“I…yes…that’s true…” You stutter.

“And you’ve been working so hard,” He repeats.

“That’s…also true.”

“You should take a break.” He lightly nips your earlobe, and you release a shaky breath, “Just a small break,” Fives prods.

“I suppose a small break wouldn’t hurt,” You whisper, and a triumphant grin crosses his face. “But only a small one,” You add hastily.

“Oh, of course.” Fives effortlessly lifts you in his arms, “Scouts honor and all.”

“I mean it, Fives, a short break only.” You say as you hook your arms around his neck as he carries you over to the elevator.

“Don’t worry so much, princess. I’ll take care of you.” Fives promises as he drops a kiss to your temple, “And then, when you’re nice and relaxed, you can go back to saving my brothers.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

His eyes glitter with laughter, “My own personal Saint,” Fives teases, “I definitely worship you enough-”

“Fives!” You yelp, and he bursts into laughter as the elevator door dings shut.

#star wars #tcw #arc trooper fives x reader #fives x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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quillsareswords · 2 years

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What about picking out pumpkins together! Or pumpkin carving!

As president of the Single on Halloween Club, I feel this. I understand how much some of us desire to be taken to a pumpkin patch. Why didn't I act on this sooner. I'm sorry. I have failed you.

DAMIAN WAYNE X READER

WARNINGS: language

MASTER LIST in BIO

"How many are we looking for?"

You turn to look over your shoulder. He's two rows behind you, hands shoved into his jacket pockets, pushing leaves to the side with the toe of his boot as he stares down at a pumpkin.

"Well I need three," you explain, turning back to the one you're checking out. "I'm gonna carve the three little shits from The Nightmare Before Christmas. You can get as many as you want."

He rolls his eyes. As if he'd want more than one. His designs are always over the top, and always take twice as long as yours do. This year, he's decided to match your theme and copy the iconic curly hilltop scape from the same movie.

"I need a very round one and two tall skinny ones. If we can find them. I can work with all normal ones."

"I'm sure we can find a few to your specifications," he assures. He glances toward the rest of the field. The very big field. The hundreds of pumpkins. And, of course, the other people milling around. Some families, some couples, some clusters of friends.

It's the only one within five miles of Gotham. Tim and Steph are somewhere—up toward the barn getting apple cider, last be saw. You'd been passively browsing supermarkets and parking lot carts for going on two weeks now, and you can't seem to find the right few. Surely you'll find some here.

"What about this one?" he calls, crouching to get a better look at it. Short, fat. It could definitely remind him of that pudgy child with the skeleton shirt.

You step careful over the gourds left in the rows between you, stepping up behind him. He tilts it for your viewing, looking up for your verdict.

The fall sun is blindingly bright today, enjoying its clear skies. He wishes it would've covered up for a moment so it didn't blot your face in shadows for him. You've dressed so nicely today.

Even shadowed by the backlight, you brighten for the pumpkin. "Oh, that one's perfect! I'll get the clippers!" You hurry back down the isle to retrieve the wagon the farm owners gave you at the start and drag it back to him. Then, you kneel beside him with the clippers in hand. As you clamp the blades through the stem, he catches you whispering, "This is gonna look so fuckin' good."

He huffs out a laugh, and picks it up before you get the chance. "One down, three to go."

You follow him back to the wagon, as if you've got to keep an eye on the damned thing, lest he drop it or someone steal it. As if anything you've labeled perfect is something he isn't willing to fist fight a child over.

"What are you looking for?" you ask him, once your first pick is set safely in a back corner of the canvas lined basket.

"Anything will do," he shrugs one shoulder. "A flat face would be preferable."

You prop your hands on your hips and turn toward the bulk of the patch, still standing beside him.

He couldn't care less about the rolling landscape of orange and green and brown. He doesn't care what pumpkin he goes home with. He doesn't even care how the design turns out. Pumpkin carving isn't among his favorite traditions.

But you are. He got to sit on the edge of the bed this morning and watch you pick out clothes and style your hair. The whole townhouse smells like pumpkin spice and maple; it sticks to you, even beneath your favorite fragrance. He gets to stand here and look at you, in jeans and boots and one of his jackets, bathed in bright sunlight. You're glittering in excitement because you do love pumpkin carving.

Later, he's going to get to sit in the living room floor on a cheap plastic table cloth, scooping out cold, slimy pumpkin guts that he'll be digging out from under his nails all night, but it'll all be worth it when you set your pumpkins together on the front stoop. You'll turn on old Halloween favorites that you've watched every year since you were ten. You'll show him one more time how to turn the pumpkin leftovers into pumpkin pie and a spread for toast.

He'll scour this entire field for two skinny pumpkins. He'll walk all one hundred and forty-three rows, look at every pumpkin, to find whatever you want, if you'll walk with him and hold his hand. When you get cold, he'll squish your joined hands into his pocket to pull you just a little closer. Or maybe you'll hook your hand around the bend of his elbow and stick to his side.

He doesn't care if it takes all day. He'll load and carve as many pumpkins as you want. He'll buy you the whole field.

It might not be one of his favorite traditions, but it is one of yours, and that's basically the same thing, isn't it?

Tim calls both of your names, and he decides to ignore how lovely they sound together. You both turn to see he and Stephanie bounding over the rows, each with a disposable cup in either hand. The competitive glance Steph throws over her shoulder tells you that they're racing.

Steph wins. She holds one cup out to you. "We brought you cider," she pants. The cup is a warm relief from the New England chill against your palms.

Tim extends one to Damian when he catches up. "I spilled half of one of these. Don't remember which one."

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne blurb #quillshalloweencollection

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k-nayee · 10 months

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Picture Worthy kth

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"𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 is it? Goddammit!" You bite your lip as your fidgeting body zooms around the room, easily ignoring the curious looks thrown your way.

Minutes have passed of you trying to locate your precious camera after misplacing it the other day with no luck.

"Hey ____ I need a fav- what's wrong?"

You quickly turn towards the source of the voice. The moment your eyes lands on the familiar face they fill with unshed tears before you finally snap.

"S-Sujin!"

Jumping on the unprepared woman, you wrap your arms around her smaller frame, the sudden action forcing her to take a few staggering steps back.

"Wha-____?!"

"I-I lost it Su," you blubber through your tears as you lay on top of her, "It's gone! They're gone...all of those memories...are gone!"

She pulls away from your grip with furrowed brows, dark eyes studying the tear streaks along your skin. "Memories?"

"T-the present m-my parents gave me all those years ago!"

A moment passes before her pink lips formed into a circle of realization and stares at you in sympathy. "Oh, honey."

"Whyyy lord! I'm sorry I skipped church this past month when I promised to go. Please don't do this to me! I swear I won't act up again!"

You begin to fall on your knees to pray but are quickly caught by an embarrassed Sujin once she noticed the amount of attention you were drawing.

"____ I swear if you don't get your shit together! How'd you expect to be a member of the team when you're being so dramatic all the time? The boss will never take you seriously!" She harshly hisses before plastering a strained smile.

Your body shakes from the soft tremors of your stuttering breath intake. "B-but-"

"But nothing! You're a grown-ass woman, it's time to act like it! We all lose something precious but that doesn't give us an excuse to start bawling out in public. Especially in a potential job."

'She's right,' Your head bow in shame, 'now is not the time ____. Woman the fuck up.'

Wiping away the leftover tears, you lift your head high as you give her your most determined look.

"You're right, now is not the time. I'll just have to push through...that's all."

Sujin smiles at your uplifting attitude and pats you on the back in satisfaction as you make your way towards the storage room. "Now that's what I'm talking about! You'll find that camera, and if not we'll just have to make more memories."

Your step falters once those words were processed. "Make...new...ones?"

"Well yeah? What did you expect would happen? If it's missing for more than a month, the chances are that it's either stolen or thrown away."

'I know momma ain't raise no weak bitch...but she did raise one that'll cry when losing something like that camera though.'

And just like that, you quickly crumpled to dust.

Sujin quickly catches on to your mood. "No! We are not going through this again ____!"

You lean against the wall, face frozen with a cry as you slowly slide to the floor.

"Can you just-ugh!"

*Ten Minutes Later*

Handing you a tissue with a smile, Sujin gives you a soft pat on the shoulder. "Are you okay now?"

"Y-yeah. I kinda got it all out of my system now. Sorry you had to go through that." You look at the floor to avoid her amused gaze.

"No problem Toots. You would've done the same for me if the roles were switched."

Wiping away the remaining evidence of your crying fest, you take a deep breath of air and close your eyes. 'No worries. You'll find it, whether today or next year, so no need to cry over it. You have a job to do.'

"Now that you're stable enough, do you think you can pick up some more donuts for the team? They've been under a lot of pressure this week, especially with BTS coming for their photoshoot."

You scoff at the puppy dog expression she was displaying, cheeks puffed out with a pout as big round eyes pleadingly stared at you. "Yeah yeah, I'll get going."

A squeal of delight leaves her jumping frame before she engulfs you in a tight hug. "Ah! Thank you so much!"

Running off before you could get a word in, she quickly turns and throws a bright smile and energetic thumbs up in your direction.

You pick up your purse with a sigh and begin your way towards the lobby, dread filling your being at the thought of the long waiting lines. "Man...the things I do for these people."

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"The things...I do...for these fucking people!" You hissed with a huff, eyes slightly narrowed in irritation as your cramped arms held up the countless boxes of donuts.

Of course, there were moments of a kind passerby offering to help, but you politely decline for the fact of them possibly freaking out once they saw who was at your workplace at the moment.

Countless warnings of the unpredictable acts that obsessive unstable fans of idols, other known as Sasaeng fans, were capable of committing floated around your workplace.

So you decided to not take any chances and do the daunting multi-person task alone.

Passing through the front desk with a strained smile, you quickly flashed your badge and move towards the elevator before your arms gave out.

You lean against the cool metal surface as the tempting pile of steaming hot boxes sit at your feet.

The smell of fresh out the oven donuts surrounded you, its intoxicating scent causing your stomach to grumble.

'I missed my lunch break already. So...maybe just one?'

"No..." You snap out of your trance with a head shake, the persuading thoughts of devouring the pastries causing your mouth to itch with want, "It's not for you ____...Not. For. You."

'Bitch you bought it with your own damn money! If anything fuck them people and take all of this shit home. Just think about it...You could be feasting on these...all alone.'

Moments pass of your internal struggle before you give in to the gluttony. "Ah, fuck it."

Quickly opening a box, you pick up a glazed donut and bite into it causing your eyes to roll at the taste.

They were quickly filled with tears as you stare at the bitten dessert in adoration. 'Is...is this what falling in love feels like? Can this be a relationship that the world would accept with open arms? Finding Love in a Single Bite: A woman and a donut.'

The shrill ding of the elevator causes you to flinch out of your daydream before its door slowly opens.

"The...fuck?" Mouth dropped open in disbelief, the donut you held silently falls to the ground as you witness the chaos before you.

"____!" A shout over the multiple screams around you shifts your attention from the bodies zooming in different directions until they finally land on a frantic Sujin.

"Sujin?!"

A smile appears on her face as she speeds into the elevator and pulls you onto the bustling floor. "Wha-"

"Oh ____, thank god I found you! You don't know how downhill everything's been."

"But the donut-"

"No worries, that's already been covered~" You turn towards the elevator and watch as bodies fill the metal space and tear through the boxes with a look of hunger.

Seconds passed before empty boxes liter the floor, not a single pastry was left behind.

Even the half-bitten donut seemed to have disappeared which cause your mouth to twist in disgust and anger.

"Sujin!"

"No time to talk! Our best photographer in the building came down with the Flu, and now we don't have anyone to take pictures of the group."

You look at her in confusion. "So...why am I brought into this?"

"Oh, you're just gonna take their photoshoot for the day."

"Well that's good 'cause someone needs to-WHAT?!"

She scoffs at your panicked state with a shake of her head. "Now is not the time to play around ____! This is BTS we're talking about, one of the biggest idol groups in the world."

Blinking at her words, you allow her to drag you towards the big closed door.

Regaining your senses in time you stop before she could open it. "I-I can't go in there Sujin! Why am I even doing this? What did the boss man say about it?"

"It was his choice in the first place. And before you ask me, no I don't know why."

Your mouth closes at her words before staring at the metal door.

"Look ____," you feel the lightweight of her hands as she places them on your shoulders, eyes gazing straight into yours, "just remember one thing before you go in there...If you mess this up the entire company will be the laughing stock of the photography network."

Frozen as the countless amount of scenarios fill your mind, your body trembles in fear of making a fool of yourself.

"But...but..."

Forcing a very expensive-looking camera into your hands, she gives you a wide smile. "Good luck!"

"Wait I need a transla-"

And with that, you are pushed through the door, facing the moment of your life of whether you make it or break it.

All eyes are on you causing your heart to race at the heavyweight of their gazes.

"H-hi"

Wincing at the crack in your voice, your palms began to sweat as a tall intimidating man walks towards you with furrowed brows.

"Are you ____ [Last Name]?"

You mentally let out a sigh of relief at the perfect English escaping his mouth, body slightly relaxing in the reassurance of actually making it through.

"Yes, that's me."

With a sharp head nod, he pulls you by the arm and drags you to the other side of the room where the group patiently waited. "Now hold up a minute! I-"

"No time to talk. We only have a time slot of only one hour to get this thing done. Let's go people!"

Placing you in front of them, you fight the urge to run out of the room once seven pairs of eyes observe your stiff figure.

"Um, Hi? M-my name is ____ [Last Name], and I will be your photographer for today. So...yeah."

Almost as if noticing how uncomfortable you were, a man- who you assume to be the leader of the group- steps forward.

He quickly holds up a hand causing the others around him to get in a formation.

"Dul, Set! Bangtan! Annyeong Haseyo Bangtan Sonyeondan Imnida!" Their voices echo around the room as they move in sync, everyone's focus shifted from you and to their small performance.

Not a single one of their bodies shifted from the newly acquired attention, posture still as calm and collected as before.

The group leader nods his head while giving you a small dimpled smile of reassurance.

'These guys...they're one of the most known faces in the entire world. If they're able to get on a stage and face millions of people at once, then I could do this photoshoot.'

"Alright!" Your confidence-filled voice causes you to be the center of attention once more, but this time you don't shy away. "Let's begin."

*1 Hour Later*

"You did an amazing job ____! I'm so proud of you."

You break away from your water break as Sujin walks up to you with a proud smile.

Even though it won't show from your complexion, the skin on your face begins to heat from her compliment.

"Thanks Su! It means a lot, but all there I had to do was take pictures of simple poses. I tried my best, that's what matters at the end of the day."

She scoffs at your humbling words. "Oh please! If it wasn't so good, then why would Hybe want to hire you as one of their traveling photographers?"

"Wha-" You stop at the sight of the contract papers in her hands, along with a camera that was even more expensive than the last, their logo proudly displayed on its shiny surface.

"Please say sike right now and tell me this is a joke."

"Nope! They wanted me to personally ask that you join them." Her face softened at the look on your face. "I know it's hard for you to believe it, but you do have talent ____. Don't waste it all away by staying here to be an intern. Go out and show them what they missed out on."

You shake your head at her words. "I-I can't! What about you? I've made so many memories with you and this company, to just up and leave would mea-"

"They'll pay you three times the amount of a full-time employee here if you go."

"Where should I sign my name again?" Pen already in hand, you take the camera and contract out of her hands.

After a few minutes of reading through and finding the rules and regulations acceptable, you sign and hold the camera with a smile.

Sujin claps her hands in excitement as you get acquainted with the device before stopping at the sight behind you.

Her eyes slightly widen, eyebrows raising once a few moments pass.

"Um ____? I'm just gonna go and...get something from the fridge! Yeah, see ya!" Taking the papers and camera from you, she speeds away from your confused face.

"Wha-but we don't even have a fridge here!" You call out to her shrinking frame.

"H-hello."

You jump at the deep voice, quickly turning towards the source.

A smile appears once you realize it was one of the members from earlier. "Hello! What can I do for you?"

A light blush coats his tan skin, heartbeat racing as he stares into your eyes while they send a warm gaze towards him.

"M-my name is Taehyung...and I...want...give...c-camura...to you." He lifts a camera to your line of vision, large hands cradling it with the up-most care.

You freeze at the sight of the familiar device and slowly grab it from his hands. Your eyes begin to mist over in relief as you trace the handmade initials that were placed on it from so many years ago.

"Where...where did you find this?"

"Umm" His eyebrows crease at your words as he hesitates, mouth pursed in frustration from the struggles of finding the right words to say in English.

A few moments pass before the frustration was replaced with a bright look.

Gently grabbing your arm Taehyung pulls you out of the room and into the sea of moving workers.

You slightly hide behind his frame and away from the prying eyes as he continues to hold on to you without a care, a wide boxy smile gracing his face.

After almost ten minutes of the two of you dodging and avoiding getting caught, you finally stop.

He lets go of you and opens his arms in a way of saying 'tada!'

You take a step back in the realization of where he had taken you: It was the empty room you stumbled upon after being a newbie intern for about two months.

The giant window that took up most of the wall was what caused you to come back every chance that you had.

It had a perfect view of the city, the sunlight shining off the buildings during the day and thousands of lights flashing like a party at night.

But you had to stop coming as often when more assignments were added to as a helper to the staff and others.

"We got here...and photo taker was sick."

You break away from your thoughts and stare at Taehyung while he avoids your gaze and he looks at his feet instead.

"We about to go...but I wanted to stay. So I ran and hid so they not take me back. I was about to go, but stop when shiny hit my eyes," walking over to the window with a giddy bounce, he points at its sill, "This where camura found!"

His smile drops for a moment causing you to step up to him in worry.

You reach your hand out to touch him but stop when he suddenly gives you a ninety-degree bow. "I'm sorry!"

Your head tilts giving him a push to explain himself in hopes that you won't get angry or upset.

"When I found it, I was gonna give to worker. My finger made mistake and hit button and got on. I was awe and start to look in camura even when it not mines. I was c-curos?"

You chuckle at his attempt at saying the words, but immediately stop when he leans close.

"I saw pictures...some easy and some very not easy. I like ones that show your skin and sun most. Like now..." The heat from Taehyung's hand feels soothing as he softly caresses the side of your face, eyes taking in the way the sunlight caused you to glow.

"Very pretty chocolate."

Your breath hitches at his words, body shivering at the intense air surrounding him.

Looking deep into your eyes, his nose brushes against yours. "Can I taste it?"

"T-taehyung?" You squeak his name causing the idol's eyes to darken even more.

"Say my name again?"

'Oh Lord! What is this man trying to do to me?!'

The sudden shrill ring of a phone causes the tension to break.

Reluctantly moving away from you with a sigh, Taehyung pulls out his phone with a glare at whoever disturbed the moment.

"What is it?"

"Taehyung where are you?"

The male runs a hand through his hair once he recognizes who the voice belongs to. "Yoongi? Why are you calling me? You need something?"

"What I need is for you to come to the first floor. We've given you twenty minutes to go and talk to that girl you like. Now it's time to go."

Taehyung sneaks a look at your dazed face, lips stretching into a smirk at your adorable reaction. "Can't you just give me a few more minutes? I didn't even get to-"

"Tae I swear if you don't get your ass back here, I will find you and drag your ass in front of her."

Taehyung childishly stomps his foot at the threat with a pout. "Why would you say something like that! She won't look at me like a man if you do."

"Then get to the lobby before we pull a Hoseok and leave you behind. We have too much stuff to do with this upcoming album."

"That's fine, I'll just stay with ____ then."

A tired sigh is heard on the other line. "I doubt it she'd wanna stay with you...especially when I get Namjoon to tell her that you got a laptop full of porn like the pervert you are."

The maknae's eyes widen. "N-no! I'm on my way right now."

"Uh-huh, you better...and let me use your laptop when we get back to the dorm."

The phone cuts off before he's able to reply, leaving him with the monotone dial sound.

You finally break out of your trance in time to catch the sad pout on his face.

"What happened?"

"My band say I must go. Too late, we busy schedule this week."

You frown at his answer before looking at him with a sly smile. "Well, I guess I'll just have to see you tomorrow. Especially since I'm working at Hybe now."

Taehyung's heavy heart is lifted at the words work and Hybe. "You work at Hybe now?"

"Yup, now all I have to do is-"

Your words are cut off by the sudden attack of his arms pushing you to his chest.

"Yay! This is great! We get to see much often!" He bounces up and down with you in his arms, causing you to hop along with him.

You join in with his joy, the room filled with the laughter of two adults. But the happiness didn't last long when he pulled away with a smaller smile, yet his eyes still shining as bright as ever. "I must go now."

"It's okay, wouldn't want you in trouble if you didn't." Softly pushing his back you give him a little boost to go on his way.

With slow movements towards the doorway, he stops with a gasp and quickly turns back to you.

Grabbing your face, his eyes crinkle up in happiness before giving you a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. "There...now I gave kiss. Bye bye~"

He giggles at the shock on your face and runs out of the room, leaving you alone with a giant grin.

"This boy..."

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alena-reblobs · 9 months

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Trigun Bookclub Trimax Vol10 Part 4

Vol01: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Vol02: Part 1 | Part 2

God why is this volume so long and full of so many epic pictures

Commentary for chapter 6 and 7 of Vol10, will do the last one in another post!

While I'm doing this, reading each chapter and after that, doing my commentary, I notice the effect of the volume lessening...damn! I should read it in one go first and THEN write my thougths but I'm afraid I'll forget what I want to say. Vol9 and Vol10 are in a way really meant to be read in one go for the full effect.

Chapter 6:

Yes! Wolfwood trying to end this fight not with his weapon, but with his bare hands is so important! He's not fighting to kill, he's not EoM's puppet, he's trying to bring back a friend...I can't say why but also the fact that this obviously pains Razlo more than bullets also feels right. That's how it should be. And then...there's Vash.

Oh god and then there's Vash.

This is...one of the most cruel images of Vash yet. To me it is THE most emotional in the whole series. Pure desperation. Sadness for things lost. Vash allowing himself to break down while we only hear the punches of Wolfwood beating down on Razlo. Looking at this image makes me sad. Damn it Nightow for making Vash have to grief before they even had the chance to start their future together.

But again, props to Nightow for the storytelling.

Vash promised Wolfwood to leave Razlo to him BUT NOBODY DARE INTERFERE.

LIVIOOOOOOO

And just when we fought we had gotten rid of him and he couldn't piss us off any more he's coming back round to hurt our boy

THANK YOU RAZLO. There can never be enough bullet holes in this dead man's body.

I really really like that Livio is not treating Razlo like the bad guy here, but acknowledges that Razlo is also a victim in a way. A victim of having to live through the fucked up shit that Livio could not cope with, of having to deal with that. (I hope I worded that all right, since I don't really know anything about the medical condition of which Razlo is the result?)

You did it, man. You saved Livio. And now you're even a person he looks up to you. Of the feels.

CRYBABY LIVIO IS BACK BITCHES oooh you earned that cigarette, Wolfie

Chapter 7:

I just love the kids and Melanie and how lively it seems. Surely it was hard and filled with loss as everybody had lost their parents, but it must also have been a childhood filled with love.

Baby Wolfwood oh my sweet boy... Sometimes I have wondered how little Vash and Wolfie would have gotten along. Or well, I'm sure they would've gotten along. I just would love to see them interact as kids. Out there, little Wolfwood, a long time ago, was once a boy drifting in space who would later be your most trusted friend. And who would, not in every way, but in an important way, save you.

Ah, just below is the panel where it says "six years have passed since that day" that always confuses me?? Still now because 6 years is not possible? I will wait for any explanation that you, my fellow bookclub readers, will come up with.

Don't scream at him!!!

Vash wanting to explain it to them is killing me. And Wolfwood's expression here is so...unclouded. Completely honest. Vulnerable. No my sweet boy you are no monster, did that not get into your head??

With the little time left...maybe he's right, maybe he can not explain to the children what he is, all the complex stuff.

You know, Vash, Wolfwood is tired. This moment, he just wants to spend it with you, and isn't that enough?

Wolfwood saying this...and then Vash begging to GOD, praying to not lose that man.

I never really got the grip on what Vash means with "stupid things". There's been this theory that Vash denies Wolfwood telling Vash his true feelings, but I don't think so. I think they both at this point know how they feel about each other. I think Vash just...can't stand to hear the emotional talk now because it's simply too much. Maybe it would be nice if they could talk out their innermost feelins at last. But maybe, they don't need that. Have their actions not proven enough already by now?

Throw that confetti guys

If some of you are on twitter and have followed the trigun fandom there you might have stumbled upon the marriage tweet my friend made when she read this scene the first time. I have nothing to add apart from that it rips my heart and soul in two. Now, there's one more chapter to this volume but this arc kinda already concludes with this here...and so I just want to say: I have NEVER before read something that felt so deeply emotional and tragic like this whole...Wolfwoof dying scene. Or, I might have and I might not remember, but in my mind this is the most tragic thing I can recall. Because...it takes its time. It already starts in Vol08, with Wolfwood's inner thoughts, and then it goes on for the whole next Volume where the stakes are getting higher and higher, until Vash appears to save them and save Wolfwood but it STILL is not enough. And Vash is shocked, is in denial, is in anger and is griefing and then we get a short moment of breathing, before it hits us again. We're living this all through Vash, and...and he can't bring himself to smile in the end. He can't. He only stares blankly until he then slumps down. Oh, and I read in the Trigun Wiki I think that this scene here is the only scene where we see Wolfwood cry. Which....gives it also so much more impact.

And, all in all, I think this is not the worst ending for Wolfwood. Of course I am devastated. Reading so much fanfiction, seeing so much fanart, makes it pretty easy to forget that there is no future for these two in canon...not together. (which is WHY I read the fanfiction because good lord did I need something to cope) And when I think about how they never get the chance to live the life together as they both may have wanted...then the feeling of loss hits the hardest. But then, on the other hand: First, killing off one of your main characters while giving them a metaphorical wedding scene is a sick move. An evil, sick move. And second: it fits the series. Because Trigun feels so real, and in real life, things don't always turn out the good way. And Wolfwood, with his life, never really had any future...but the thing is also, he died while knowing that he was able to achieve what he always wanted: the orphanage is safe and he brought Livio back. It is all he ever wanted to do, and it is thanks to Vash that he was able to do it. Would it have been dope if he lived on and if he and Vash could build their own orphanage and be caretaker dads together? Oh hell yeah. But, within the story of the series...it was always unrealistic. Wolfwood died smiling- whatever we think about it, he was content with what he achieved. (I think so at least! The panels where he cries out, they always strike me as a defiance, not wanting to die, but that might be reading to much into it. The whole thing for him is so emotional, the confetti, which tells him they welcome him back, despite knowing who he is...it would be a wonder if he didn't cry. So it might just be the emotionality of the whole scene.

PHEW I'm sure I could say more if I thought a bit about it but I'm gonna shut up here now. Time to do the last chapter, though I'll make another post, this one is far too long already.

#trigun #trigunbookclub #I only manage to sound more coherent and not constantly scream in my commentary because this is my third proper reread already #And I've looked at this pages far more often

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merthurians-prat-and-idiot · 1 year

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Post 6x11 buddie oneshot-

I was thinking about the fact that Eddie got thrown off the firetruck and this happened! Written in a frenzy in the ams but hope you enjoy! (Also I couldn't resist with the last line 😆)

Spoilers for 6x10/11, discussions/descriptions of injury & mentions of hospitals

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"Hey, I'm just about to order, do you want the garlic dough balls as well or the wedges? Or y'know, we could split a box of-"

Buck trails off as he pokes his head round Eddie's bedroom door.

He's shirtless, which shouldn't be that suprising- seeing as he'd only just got back from a shift and greeted Chris & Buck before slipping off to get changed. What is suprising is that he's still shirtless, almost fifteen minutes later. But the thing that stops Buck in his tracks, stealing his breath, are the angry, vivid purple bruises littering Eddie's back.

They're painted down his spine and scattered across his shoulders- some tinged with green or yellow, creating a kind of sick diorama landscape on his skin.

He's twisted round, trying to apply cream to his back in the small mirror sat on his dresser.

"𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦"

Buck steps forward involuntarily.

"What-" he sucks in a breath.

"Wh- what the hell happened to you- are- are you okay? I-"

Eddie turns, the view of his back obscured, and holds up one hand placatingly.

"Buck- hey, I'm fine, its just a bruise" he says, softly, reasurring.

Buck huffs.

"That's more than a bruise! What happened? How did you even get those? When did it happen?" He emphasizes, his mind whirring over the possibilities.

They looked older than a day, but he hadn't mentioned any rough shifts...

"I- look- I promise, it's okay, I'm alright- they're from a while ago, but I'm putting on the cream, they're a little sore but they're healing up nicely, don't worry Buck"

"When"

"Buck-"

"Eddie when did you get those?" He repeats, obstinate.

Eddie sighs, ducking his gaze for a moment.

"I- the night of the lightning strike"

Buck's lips part around a breath.

"You got hurt?" He asks, his voice rough.

"When the lightning hit- hit you-" he pauses, looking up as if to check that Buck was still with him.

"-it also hit the truck and travelled down the ladder, I got blown backwards onto the street"

Buck steps forward again, purposefully.

"You got thrown off the truck? Did you lose consciousness? What did Hen or Chim say when they checked you over?"

"Um"

"Eddie-"

"I was fine! It just winded me a bit- I got myself up & put my helmet back on and-"

"Your helmet came off?! Eds-"

"Shit, I shouldn't have said that" he mumbled.

"Anyway, I got up and then- then I saw you- just- hanging there - so I ran up to get you down"

"Eddie" Buck shakes his head, pleads-

"You should've waited, let Hen or Chim clear you! You could've had a head injury, or something with your spine! You- you shouldn't have gone tearing up a ladder, what the hell?" Buck exclaims.

"What, and left you hanging there?" Eddie snaps back.

"No, but you could've stopped, just for a second and-"

"Buck! I could've been chained to the ground, or- or taking my last breath- but nothing would've stopped me from getting to you" he rushes.

Oh.

Buck feels Eddie's words hit his chest. The sentiment a familiar one, in reverse.

He'd heard the expression once.

If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights.

He remembers it making him freeze, for just a moment, a moment like this one in fact- and thinking yeah, Neither would I.

Eddie sits down on the bed with a sigh, and scrubs a hand across his face.

Buck crosses the room in three easy strides and sinks into the mattress beside him, pressed close from shoulder to hip.

"Did you get checked out, at the hospital?" He asks softly, his volume meeting the moment, the bubble, they seem to have found themselves in.

"Yeah" Eddie replies, just as soft.

"Bobby made me, and I'm really fine, I promise- just the bruised back and a tiny cut on my hip- turnouts dug in" he dips a finger into the waistband of his sweatpants and tugs them down a tiny bit to show a faded scar running across his hipbone.

Buck starts to reach out and catches himself with a cough.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Eddie sighs, shakes his head.

"You had enough to think about, you're supposed to resting, not worrying about me"

"Eddie" Buck turns to face him, tucking a leg underneath him.

"I want to know if you're hurt-"

Eddie opens his mouth, but Buck continues before he can speak again.

"Even, if its "just a bruise". I know you didn't want to worry me, but we made a deal, right? You saved my life. We have each other's backs. So tell me if yours is bruised, okay?"

Eddie hums and meets his eyes.

"Okay"

Buck smiles, and they just look, for a moment.

He feels that those moments have been getting longer recently.

They're tinged with a something, something thats as thrilling and terrifying as it is soft and so familiar it feels like, it feels like- home.

He reaches across Eddie's lap for the bruise cream.

"Let me?" He offers, on an exhale.

Eddie's eyes soften impossibly further and he dips his chin, turning around, as Buck unscrews the lid.

"Thank you" Eddie says, relaxing against Buck at the first brush over his back.

"No problem" Buck replies.

"I've got you.... 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺"

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griefabyss69 · 4 months

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Hi hello!

Nobody likes religious trauma frowny face

For the wip game please 💜😊

both you and the other person in my inbox this morning asked about steddissy WIPs <3 <3 <3 What a beautiful morning!!!!!! This fic is 12K already lmao and another one that's going to be super long. I'm thinking of seeing if it's congruent with the other one I just posted about, if it is I will put them in the same series/universe!

This is one of my older ones, I wrote + shared a bit from it when I did this game in november! Here's the link to the post What I shared in that post was from when Chrissy was still in school, so I'm going to jump ahead and share from later in the fic! My characterization for how Eddie acts around Chrissy is fully extrapolated from that one scene in the cafeteria in episode 1, where he like bows all dramatic and lets the cheerleaders go by in the middle of his big monologue LMAO. Ofc I've made it way more well rounded than that, but at this point in the fic they're still new to each other and he's still walking on egg shells that he doesn't know aren't even there Excerpt: (Contents: ED mentions (in the form of child abuse tbh), rated G)

Eddie's fingers drum restlessly against his knees until he slaps his thighs, getting to his feet.

"Okay. We need to run an errand."

His voice is hard like it never is, even when he's putting on a dramatic show and taunting someone. He's clearly trying for a smile but Chrissy sees the glass in his eyes, even as he tries to blink it away.

She doesn't really know what has him trying not to cry but her own eyes sting in sympathy.

"Um, what kind of an errand?" She asks, hating how strained and timid her voice is.

Eddie chews on his lip, fingers twisting at his rings for a few agitated moments before he takes a deep breath and sighs it out.

"Sorry, I got ahead of myself," he says, the charm back in his voice but the cat's out of the bag, Chrissy can see he's still upset. "Would you like to go to the library with me?"

She lets herself frown in confusion, knows he won't take it as an attack of obstinacy.

"What's at the library?" She asks, catching her mistake the same moment he does.

"Books, duh," they say in unison as he grins at her and she rolls her eyes.

He laughs, seems like he's loosening up a little bit, and reaches out to clap her on the shoulder before stopping short, bringing his hand back to himself.

"Sorry, forgot personal space."

She doesn't frown at that because she gets it, but it would've been fine if he touched her shoulder. She kind of really wanted him to.

She shrugs.

"Which book does the library have that has you so excited?"

Eddie fidgets without moving somehow, his muscles tensing and untensing in the same way he taps on things. The tempo is the same, maybe.

"Don't hate me, okay? If I'm like, overstepping or just making things worse just tell me and I'll drop it but," he pauses, looking at her out of the side of his eyes, his endless array of expressions showing off both a puppy dog cuteness and a nervousness ready for a slap. He winces preemptively like it'll lessen whatever blow he's about to deal. "The library has books on sewing."

Sewing.

She doesn't get it for a moment, eyes wandering over the floor as she thinks about it, the hem of her skirt catching the bottom of her sight and tipping her off.

She feels her chin crumple dangerously and buries her face in her hands, trying to concentrate on keeping the tears inside of her face and the embarrassing sob in her chest. She cannot cry in front of Eddie, the only person who despite being scared to touch her, doesn't treat her like she's a porcelain doll these days.

"Oh no," Eddie says, voice soft and panicked. "I'm so sorry, I knew I should've just minded my own business, shit."

She feels a laugh bubble up, maybe inappropriate but way better than what was going to come out of her, so she lets it out, even if it's watery.

"Chrissy, I'll drop it. We won't go to the library, I won't get any books, I'll forget how to read," Eddie's voice is still soft even if it's ramping up in drama, like he's trying not to scare her and she hates that, but she hates that it works even more.

She sniffles hard, pulling her hands away from her face. She has like, two tears on her cheek but it's enough to make Eddie wring his hands, clearly unsure what to do now that he's made a girl cry.

She kind of wants to use it, show him how she wishes he'd comfort her, but that probably wouldn't be very honest. He thinks she's sad, and yeah, sure, she's a little bit sad all of the time, but.

Mostly she just can't believe it, that he picked up on something she hides so well, remembered maybe the one sentence she said about her mom giving her trouble about needing to let out her skirt again. And then instead of telling her she needs to listen to her mom's advice or try harder or just suck it up and deal with the shame and humiliation of trading in another of her dwindling meal options for a skirt that fits better, he just.

Fuck.

"Eddie I'm not mad," she begins, because she knows how despite all of his bravado about gender roles and how maybe they suck, he has a guilt for women that he doesn't for men. "I do want to go to the library."

He pauses, bottom lip firmly between his teeth, practically on his toes with how he's both working himself into a frenzy and desperately trying not to make it her problem.

"I'm sorry for crying, I just got like," she sighs, shrugging. "Surprised, I guess."

Eddie relaxes even though he's shaking his head.

"It's not your fault, don't apologize," he says, a little smile bringing out his dimples. "Do you want to go now?"

Chrissy nods, giving him a little smile of her own. She reaches out and claps him on the shoulder, squeezing. Since he won't do it to her, she'll do it to him; bridge the gap that he self imposed even though she's seen him get so close to other people's faces they could've been kissing.

#griefabyss69 writing #chats from the abyss #fun things

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ninjadeathblade · 6 months

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part thirty)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 658

Warnings: None

Author's notes: This would've been out sooner but I had to post Frozen Heart. But I bring you the gay birds once more! So here, take these gay birds.

Conductor squinted in the darkness, panicking slightly.

He didn't recognise the shadowy figures around him.

He scrambled backwards, letting out a curse as he fell on the floor.

“Connie?”Conductor sat up as the lights flicked on, looking around.

He was on the floor next to the sofa at Grooves house, a swathe of blankets and pillows strewn on the floor.

“Are you okay?” Grooves asked, standing in the doorway to his room, squinting at the owl.

“No glasses,” Conductor said dumbly, looking at the penguin.

Grooves nodded, eyes still narrowed as he looked around.

“Yeah, I don't sleep with them on,” Grooves replied factually. “Should probably get them though, I can't see without them.”

Conductor stared after the penguin as he disappeared and reappeared.

“Since when did you have prescription glasses?” Conductor questioned as Grooves reappeared.

He was wearing different glasses to usual, plainer, with a square shape, clear lenses instead.

"Since forever? I've had bad eyesight since I was little,” Grooves explained, picking back up the pillows and blankets and depositing them back on the sofa.

Conductor climbed back onto the sofa, embarrassment heating his face. “How did I never know that?”

"It's not exactly like we ever talked about that kind of thing.” Grooves shrugged, sitting down beside Conductor.

He pushed a couple of the blankets towards the owl.

“Well then, let's talk about that kind of thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ask me a question. Somethin’ you want to know about me,” Conductor instructed, resting his head on top of his folded knees.

"What's your favourite colour?” Grooves asked.

“Purple.” Conductor smiled sheepishly. “I think it's really pretty.”

Grooves chuckled.

“My turn. What was yer favourite movie to work on?” Conductor asked.

Grooves' feathers ruffled and he looked away shyly, mumbling a reply.

“Don’t be embarrassed.”

“Probably Moulin Rouge,” Grooves admitted, looking back over at him.

“We haven't even finished workin’ on that though,” Conductor replied with a chuckle.

Grooves gently placed his flipper over Conductor's hand. “But we wouldn't be here without it. And it's pretty fun to be honest.”

Conductor turned his hand over, holding onto the penguin.

“Yeah. I'm glad I agreed to work on it with you,” Conductor admitted, chest warming.

Grooves rested his head against the sofa, watching him.

The two of them jumped as Grooves' phone rang.

The penguin leaned over to the table, picking it up.

"Hey! How's it going?” Snatcher asked, voice distorted over the phone.

Grooves set it down between the two of them.

“Pretty good thanks. How's the Subcon?” Grooves offered.

Silence stretched out.

“We phoned to ask about coming round tomorrow,” Empress' said, sounding groggy and tired. “Technically later today at this point.” Her words turned into a grumble about not getting sleep.

“Oh, haha, yeah, that. We wanted to know about maybe having a games night,” Snatcher continued. “So yeah, are you guys free tomorrow? Empress basically shut down the studio for the weekend.”

“What?! You don't have the authority to do that!” Conductor argued.

“Oh shut it. I'm trying to give you two some romance time,” Empress sighed, sounding a tad more awake than before.

Embarrassment surged through Conductor and he refused to look at Grooves.

“Sure, you guys can come over tomorrow evening. Guess I'll clear out the guest room,” Grooves said.

“Wait, Conductor isn't using the guest room?!” Snatcher laughed.

“Nope, he fell asleep on the sofa and I didn't want to move him. Let me know when you're near my place tomorrow, okay?”

“Will do. Night Grooves,” Empress responded, and the phone beeped as the call ended.

“Better get what sleep we can then,” Grooves commented, standing up. “You'll be fine to get back to sleep?”

Conductor looked over at him, expression softening at the concern that filled Grooves' eyes.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Grooves leant over, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Night love.” The words slipped out Conductor's mouth.

Grooves pulled away, feathers puffing up again.

“Night.”

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit conductor #ahit au #the conductor #discotrain #ahit dj grooves #dj grooves #ahit snatcher #snatcher #a hat in time snatcher #the snatcher #ahit empress #ahit moulin rouge au #moulin rouge discotrain au

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ambrosykim · 1 year

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four years

pairing: ambrose kim x f!button (alex wiseman <3) words, rating: 932, gen, sickfic, fluff summary: inspired by this ask. alex's different approaches to rosy being sick, with a four year time difference. oh how much has changed in those four years... a/n: twc b3 is nearly here and i'm writing a mind blind fanfic, that's the hold rosy's got on me <3 but! lo and behold my second piece of fanfiction !

she's never seen rosy sick before. granted, it's only been a few months since she's been at aeon, but the cold months were in full swing, bringing cold and darkness, that settle in one's chest. (meaning, alex has already had her first round of seasonal cold, which cost her about two weeks of sniffling and more peppermint tea than she remembers ever drinking. though, after enough tea, the cold got the hint that she wasn't gonna give up and finally got lost.)

but now, it seems that rosy is currently battling a bad cold, a fact he does not hide well. she saw him on the corridor, before class, and he was already looking like someone ate the last piece of chocolate he was saving for later. (alex might be projecting her own feelings about nick stealing from her hidden chocolate stash.) he's prowling about aeon as if he's looking for his next murder victim, because that glare indicates at least, what, three people already dead? in any case, alex is not willing to risk getting caught in what would either be actual murder or, god forbid, a stern lecture about everything she's done wrong in the past week. no matter what, it would definitely not end well for her well being, be it physically or mentally.

in class, it isn't any better. here, she can't even escape; asking to go to the restroom is absolutely out of the question – she won't risk talking to him any more than she has to, in case he gets even more irritated. he's pairing them up and giving them tasks with as few actual words as possible, communicating in mostly grunts. these, alex can figure out the fastest, she quickly translates to her classmates and they end up in the formation rosy wanted them to be, without managing to anger him. alex watches him throughout the lesson; while trying to perform well is important, she wants to know how she could help him. if she told him to take a few days off to recover, would he listen to her? probably not. in the end, alex only looks at him wistfully as the class is over and she slowly exits the room, leaving rosy to combat his illness alone.

now, alex is more prepared. not only that, she's also more confident that ambrose might actually listen to her. she couldn't convince him at home, which ended up in him leaving for work in the sorry state he was in, out of – what alex suspect might have been – spite. it's true, maybe trying to restrain him by laying on top of him might not have been the best idea, but when she heard his quiet sniffling (muffled, so as to not let alex know he's sick), what else was she supposed to do? the only thing left to do now, is to actually get ambrose to come home and let alex take care of him.

she knows not to approach him in the corridors of aeon, he would definitely try not to show any weakness, lest one of his students sees them. she decides to ambush ambrose in his office, where she knows she has a better chance of seeing him without his usual mask of indifference.

the moment she opens the door to his office – without knocking of course –, he immediately tries to compose himself in his chair, as if his head wasn't in his hands just moments ago. when he catches sight of alex, he drops his hand back in one hand, while propping his elbow on his table – a pose very unsuited to ambrose, usually.

'i should've known you'd come to check on me,' he murmurs, voice hardly carrying, even in the silence of the room.

alex steps closer to the desk, careful to be as quiet as possible.

'you know i was worried about you,' she finally reaches him, 'and yet you still chose to come to work. i think it would've been weird if i didn't come to check on you.' she stand next to the desk, next to him, and slowly leans on the desk. he silently detaches his head from his hand and looks up at her from where he's sitting.

'so, please, would you finally quit the act and come home? i already know you're super tough,' alex says with a small smile, putting an exaggerated emphasis on "super", as she starts stroking ambrose's hair slowly. she can't help teasing him, even in this state, but she knows not to make him uncomfortable with her excessive jokes, especially now.

as a response, ambrose reaches out the arm not on the table, and cautiously rests it on the side of alex's thigh, trapping alex and making sure she can't get away from the desk, from him, even if she tried. (not that she would want to anyway, but he doesn't need to know that.) (he knows anyway.)

'...fine, i'll go home with you,' he murmurs while slowly moving his head forward, ending up with his forehead against alex's thigh. he makes sure to move slowly enough that alex could still continue caressing her hair, even though her ministrations are starting to leave his usually immaculate hair messy.

'just... let me rest like this for a few minutes,' he was clearly in a bad state if he needed rest just to stand up, so alex hummed in agreement, while continuing stroking his hair with her fingers.

'let me know when you're ready. we'll go home and i'll take care of you for as long as you need me to.'

#i am genuinely so mentally ill over this they are so disgusting #alex x rosy #oc: alex wiseman #mind blind #mind blind fic #rosykim #nett rambles #i did... art?#nett writes #very proud of some of the word choices in this ;)#i may or may not be supposed to be writing my dissertation right now lol

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99-percent-cats · 4 months

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Wrapping up 2023

So, this is gonna be a long post. Talking about my fanfic stats, fandom friends and future plans (or something like that lol).

Not gonna bother everyone with personal stuff, but it's been a weird year. I would've never thought I'd write ever again, but here I am, with 30 fics on my ao3 account (well, they're actually 22; there's one from last year and the other 7 are translations or the original versions. And if you count the 3 little one shots from my second account, it rounds up to 25 different stories in total!).

Some of them aren't finished (Ojisan and the Zoroark hit a spot in which I can't go past there and it's eating me alive; also, there's the ovi one, but I'll get to it next year), some of them are a continuation to other stuff I've written, and one of them is a compilation of 9 stories, vaguely intertwined. Oh, and there's that Geetarry fic as well between all the blankship lol.

I met some amazing people this year. @funable-rainy had given me sooo many ideas and it's a wonderful person! Go follow them, they're a treasure ❤️. I also had fun with @iyodbb, who's also into the same stuff as I am and we've enjoyed each other's art/writing a lot 🥰. Also EvilFCL on twitter, a kind and wonderful artist with unending wisdom and the first person I talked to in this fandom. And Ku, @unovanhunny, who also has helped me this year, and even proofread some of my stuff.

There's many more people with which I've enjoyed their company and chatting from time to time, and I'm grateful for sharing this year together. Just in case some of them prefer anonymity, I'll just say I love everyone in the KudaNobo server and I hope we will have more fun and an amazing next year!

Now, going back to the fics! It's been a challenge, but I've enjoyed trying to write in English. Translating my stuff is tough but worth it, and these last few months I've tried to just write it in English. It's a bit slow and I'm always worried I'm repeating myself or not making sense, however I've written so many things I didn't want to bother everyone asking to beta read yet another fic. If anyone wants to be my official (?) beta reader, it would be amazing, but for now I'll just keep posting my stories as they are.

I also wanted to share my stats.

You need to subtract around 10k words from my total word count because of the Submas Simp Collab. Also, my two fics with more hits also have a Spanish version, but the hit count doesn't go that much up. I'm still impressed that one fic I feverishly wrote for Rainy back in July got that many hits. I don't think it's my best piece, and it doesn't have that many kudos, but guess adding all those k¡nky tags boosted it quite a lot, hehe.

Sorting by kudos, I'm still amazed on how well some of my fics did! My most kudoed fic (39+3, if you count the Spanish version) was something I planned as a gift for a friend, but I was late for their birthday and felt so ashamed I never said a word about it 🥲. Also chubby Emmet!! I enjoyed that fic a lot, but a lot, lot, and I even wrote a sequel that I still need to translate. Hopefully, you'll see it sooner or later next year ☺️.

Last thing I want to share. Around the last week of July I joined a website called 4thewords. It's like an online game in which you fight monsters writing words, so you can get a lot done. I've been using it almost everyday since then (not that much this December, real life hit me so hard it left me with a huge writer's block), and what I like the most about it is that you can see how much time you've spent writing. The bad thing is that there's a subscription fee, but it's not crazily expensive and I don't have any other subscriptions to other services or sites, so it's my little treat lol.

In total, I've spent more time writing this year than playing Violet or any other game. It feels good, although I think I could have done way more? But I'll leave it to 2024.

So, that's basically it. I was thinking about leaving the fandom once the new year started, do some other thing, but writing has given me so much peace that I don't think I'll be stopping soon. In fact, expect more updates, hehe.

Happy new year!

#long post #writing #fanfiction #personal #i hope this post is not too cringe ahhh #but I feel so proud on how much I did this year 🥹

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silvertsundere · 8 months

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Silver Talks AniManga (24/09/23)

I was gonna say no anime next week since pokemon is on break but then remember that we're still getting zom 9 (before it goes on break until god knows when) and the frieren 1h:30m premier on friday

blue - finale/completed green - new series/new to me

Anime

Pokemon Horizons Ep23

nice episode before the cour break, it's good to see riko get some time in the spotlight and help move the plot forward. seems like next time there should be a lot of plot too since they're finally meeting the grandma but show is gonna be on break for the next 2 weeks so we'll see eventually I guess

Zom 100 Ep8

good episode, it was p funny and we finally got the introduction of bea. the fanservice was good too, and the seeds of the akira and shizuka romance were good too

Manga

Ayakashi Triangle Ch144 (Finale)

aaaaaaaaaaah it's actually over 😭 it's gonna be sad not having yabuki on sundays for a while again but hopefully he'll come back soon enough but anyway ayakashi was a very fun series, ofc it's not an actual 10, but there's nothing else I could personally rate it as, it's just a good ecchi manga with a little bit of battle manga thrown here and there as yabuki is an expert in making. honestly I liked it even more than I would've if matsuri had stayed a boy cause I'm a slut for yuri, as is known, but it would've still been a 10. not really much more to say really, the art was top notch as you'd expect from yabuki, the story wasn't deep or complicated since it's an ecchi series, mostly just a way to bring up Situations to put our characters in, but it moved at a decent pace, and all the cast was likeable and fun to see, even the villains later turned allies. if I had any complaint it'd be that the final arc felt a bit rushed? I thought after the hotel stuff they'd get together and storm the exorcist hq and have 1v1 fights with all the main characters vs the baddies but that never happened but oh well I'll be impatiently waiting for yabuki's next work 🙏

Two on Ice Ch1

hey that was actually better than I expected since I didn't really have any interest in the theme. tho the art was pretty rough at some points, the characters are pretty decently written at least. we'll see how the next chaps for this and mamayuyu go tho cause I can easily see either of them getting axed in the near future, kagurabachi should be fine for at least a couple serialization rounds with how explosive it's debut was

Dandadan Ch121

I didn't expect the new baddie to show up so fast, let alone even meet our protagonists so that's surprising. I'm gonna assume that he's gonna take over the school with whatever power he's using here and our mcs are gonna be the only ones that notice it and they're gonna have to stop him at school without standing out too much. we'll see how right I am

Ice-Head Gill Ch13

gill got a powerup that goes along with the series name. I haven't talked about this series in ages cause.. there's no much to say, other than it getting axed on the next serialization round for sure, it's just not that interesting. the art's p decent but the previous chap it was really hard to follow, along with what the hell was going on with all the charas moving around

MamaYuyu Ch3

if chap 1 felt like a one shot or prologue this felt like the end of the actual first chapter. corleo is off to train and actually become capable of fighting all the creatures coming from other worlds, like I predicted 😏. I'm assuming there's gonna be a timeskip after this OR a training arc of sorts that's gonna introduce some other cast members and allies for the mc before we do get some timeskip. he might be the hero but I don't think he's just gonna be proficient in fighting instantly but we'll see I guess

Kagurabachi Ch2

nice ch2, went over what happened with the dad that they skipped on ch1 and set up the overarching plot with the mc having to retrieve his dad's 6 special swords and defeat the 3 baddies that killed him. nothing brand new or innovative but a serviceable starting point, it's the strongest out of these 3 new series easily that's for sure

#whoops had forgotten the series list I had a feeling I forgot something but couldn't tell what #silver talks animanga

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unrequitedloveletter · 2 years

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Oh, this could be my last chance- come up with a title and I’ll write a fic for it

men mock the gods till they need them

Men Mock the Gods till they Need Them

Okay!! This is the last fall event request you sent in, and again, I'm so sorry that the ones you've sent in have come out a fair bit later than you probably would've liked!

Fic type- angst

Warnings- a bit of a discussion of slipping on ice and falling off a roof, mentions of broken ribs and bruising, and a few mentions of blood, torture, and death.

As Kaz stood in his room in the Slat, the smell of petrichor moving in via the open window, he really, well and truly, hated himself.

Every single thing that could’ve gone wrong on the job had been planned out. Everything had a solution. Kaz had done as he always did when it came to heists; overthought it until there remained nothing to overthink.

Except, apparently, for one thing. The weather.

Fall in Ketterdam was absurdly cold as October began, only continuing to get colder until December, when it became rare for the temperature to breach zero but common enough for it to get close or move past the double negatives. Thankfully, the day of the heist, it wasn’t too cold, necessarily, but Kaz hadn’t factored in the unexpected cold of the night before.

It’d rained that night, and that was really all Kaz had noticed. The Barrel didn’t have icy sidewalks the next morning, so there was no real reason for him to have assumed they’d encounter any ice, but on the roof of a four story building, watching as you slipped and unable to do anything except get through the building and back to the ground as you fell, he hated that he’d not thought to factor it in.

He was the guy who planned for any possibility, and he hadn’t done that.

In not doing that, the result was that one of the people he cared most about was in one of the spare rooms in the Van Eck mansion, heart beating steadily as Nina clutched your hand and cried, Inej prayed to her saints and Matthias made calls to a few of Ninas contacts, hoping to get in touch with a healer somewhere down the line. Kaz was about ready to write to the Triumvirate, beg that they send a healer down so that you got to see a thousand more days.

Kaz walked to the mirror, turned on the sink and grimaced at himself. He was covered in blood, having killed and tortured the ones who’d made a rumor out of your death, the ones who’d said they were glad to see you gone. Kaz could imagine that the ones he’d left alive would be shocked when they saw you alive and well at least a week from that point, and he’d kill them before the shock had much time to register. Speculating on the death of someone was bound to happen in the Barrel, he knew, but it was different, and Kaz was a hypocrite because the only reason it was different was because it was you.

“Men mock the gods till they need them,” Inej had said to him before the heist. “Greed is your only god, Kaz. I learned that long ago.”

“Greed is not my god,” Kaz had responded. “I am not governed by it.” But he’d been lying then, and as he took off his gloves, letting them rest under the warm water, wringing them out and watching blood and water both go down the drain, he recalled the words he’d said and scoffed at how untrue they’d been.

Once the water ran clear, he set the gloves on the edge of the sink—where the sink met the wall, to the left—and wet a washcloth, cleaning the blood from his face and his arms. He turned the sink off, placing the washcloth in a waterproof bag before tossing the bag in with the rest of his laundry.

He showered and got changed into a black button up and a pair of trousers, pulling shoes on his feet and pulling the gloves over his hands. He left the Slat, registering her presence the moment Inej joined him, using the shadows to the right of him to avoid being seen.

“Any updates?”

“Matthias just got into contact with a healer thanks to Genya,” Inej said. “He’s gotten three more Heartrenders to come round. They’re keeping Y/N alive in eight hour shifts so that none of them become exhausted, but Nina hasn’t left Y/Ns side. Jesper and Wylan are both still wrecks respectively, but they’re trying to keep it together so that the maids don’t see them cry and they don’t start speculating that Y/N has died in the Van Eck mansion, and so that no rumors get spread about it.”

“When the Heartrenders—”

“There is a ten minute break in between those shifts, as it takes a fair bit of time to get from the rooms given to them by the staff to the room that Y/N is in. Nina doesn’t do anything to keep Y/N alive during those ten minutes, because Y/N has a heartbeat, it’s just very shallow. Your partner is trying to survive, Kaz. They’ll make it because they want to.” Their heart was beating.

Y/N was alive, the Heartrenders only there to monitor their heartbeat, make sure it kept up and restart it if it stopped.

Kaz continued the walk to the Van Eck Mansion, losing Inej as Fifth Harbor approached. He entered quickly and quietly, getting directions to the room you were in from one of the staff, only to be stopped by Nina, anger appearing in the form of a glare as she looked at him.

“My best friend might be dead because of you,” she said. “My best friend, since the fucking Ravkan Civil War, might be dead because you couldn’t fucking realize that it was cold the night before the heist! You couldn’t put together the fact that water and cold weather often means ice, Brekker! You are bloody fool to the highest degree, operated only by greed and all of your other selfish motives!”

Kaz said nothing, didn’t make any effort to defend himself, because Nina was right. Kaz should’ve thought about ice, should’ve thought about it and thought of a solution—avoiding the roof, instead of hiding on it whilst security cleared the rest of the area—rather than dismissing the idea that ice could’ve been around completely.

“If I go in there, and they’re dead, I will kill you,” Nina said. “I will make it as painful as I possibly can, Brekker, and I’m a Heartrender, so I can make you feel pain in a thousand different ways, and I will.”

Kaz ignored her for the most part, heading into your room as he gripped his cane, the pain in his leg feeling like a pinched nerve. It was no doubt Ninas doing, but he didn’t care. He didn’t have the energy to argue.

“Men mock the gods till they need them,” Inej had said. As Kaz sat in the chair to the left of your bed, seeing your unconscious, bloodied and bruised body, he found that Inej may have been right. He’d never particularly mocked her saints, but he knew that several of the atheists throughout the house were saying prayers, mentally asking any god to ensure that you survived, that the healer didn’t find a reason to deem your wounds unhealable.

He stayed in the room for hours, watched Nina hold your hand and cry, waited for the healer to arrive and hoped they wouldn’t get to the Van Eck mansion by the time it was too late to do anything.

The healer arrived at midnight, taking your hand out of Ninas grasp and sitting on the bed beside you. Kaz watched your breath hitch for a moment, looking to Inej—who’d stood to his right, whispering her prayers, which Kaz found himself grateful for—as fear flooded his every sense.

And then the bruises on your face disappeared, your eye returned to normal after hours of having been swollen shut. Your ribs healed, your heartbeat grew stronger, and suddenly, all the tears in the room turned into happy ones.

“You’re lucky, you bastard,” Nina said as she watched the healer work. “Seriously.”

“I know,” Kaz said. “Thank you for not killing me.”

The healer stood after a while, deeming their work done and stating that you would be awake within twenty minutes, likely still exhausted, cautioning the six of them to allow you to rest before doing anything too taxing. They said that they’d healed the bigger wounds and lessened the bruising, but some of the things from the impact of the fall and the result of landing on hard ground were still there—small cuts, pain in a variety of different spots—so to make sure you took it relatively easy for at least a week.

You didn’t wake up fully until hours after, closer to seven bells. Inej and Nina were asleep, though Jesper and Matthias both were awake.

“Is there any water around?” You asked.

“I can ring for some, and some breakfast,” Jesper said. “Matthias, go wake the girls up.”

The two of them left the room as you sat up, pressing your back against the headboard.

“I’m perfectly well, before you say anything.”

“You almost died,” Kaz said. “I should’ve anticipated the ice.”

“No,” you stated firmly. “You don’t get to blame yourself for this. I slipped, Kaz. It was an accident. It was nobodies fucking fault.”

“I’m sorry even still.”

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for, so stop. Just eat breakfast with me and promise not to go easy. I want in on the next job, no matter how soon it is.” And just like that, things were as they’d been before. The conversation came easily, flowed like water did through the streets after a storm.

“Two weeks, something overseas.”

“How much?”

“Eighty thousand kruge.”

“I’m in,” you said.

Nina and Inej entered the room with the words, Wylan bringing in breakfast on a tray.

A conversation eventually took over the room, both yourself and Kaz watching as you shared in a contented silence.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows

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peachyninjago · 2 years

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@hufflepuffninja2000

well... if you insist >:)))

tw: none except, like, general sickness. y'know how lily is :peeposmile:

(...ALSO ive literally never written for cole or lily in my life so. be nice to mee :,D)

"...How are you so strong?"

"Hm?"

"I said, how are you so strong, mom?"

"Well, that's an open-ended question. Strong how?"

A mother and son sat in a dim room, the only sound besides their breathing (one ragged, one near-minuet) being the quiet whirring of a fan. Maybe the occasional breeze flowing past an open window, if you listen closely.

The mother- Lily- sat up shakily, turning to face her son- Cole- with a familiar loving look; warm eyes as all-knowing and untouchable as ever.

She was incredibly ill, but she refused to let it show. Not right now. Not while he's here. Be strong. You must. For him.

"We can be strong in many ways, Cole."

She interrupted herself with a (forced) smile, grinning ear to ear.

"You know how much more I can lift than your father, haha! Oh, I love that man to death, but-"

"-That is NOT what I meant, and you know it!"

Cole interrupted her with a shrill yell, hands going to fist at his pants. If the material were any thinner, his nails would've ripped right through them. Cole shook in his chair, glaring holes into the floor as his clenched his jaw made a distinct popping noise. The tears beginning to burn the boy's eyes contained more heat than molten lava.

"How-"

His voice cracked, making Lily's lip quiver. She wanted to reach out to him, but she knew he'd just pull away. (He's been doing that a lot lately.)

"...How do you always manage to smile, but only whenever I'm in here?"

Lily's eyes widened at that, eyebrows creasing in both heartache and confusion. She gently leaned forward, moving her hand slow enough that Cole could see it, until it eventually landed beneath his chin.

Cole allowed his head to be titled up, but still refused to make eye-contact. Lily just took it in stride.

"What do you mean, my Obsidian?"

Cole pulled away, moving to instead grasp the sheets of his mothers bed as he buried his face in it. He's always hated her seeing him cry.

"Y-you always leave the-" He was cut off by a hiccuping sob, continuing with his voice an octave higher than before. "-The door open a c-crack. I see you t-through it. A-And dad says not to do that because you'll get mad-mad at me, but I s-see you! And you're always coughing and you look so sad and angry and- and- and-"

The child was cut off as a cry tore from his throat, the sound feeling like a knife through his mothers heart. Said woman didn't hesitate to lean forward, (Ignoring the way her lungs ached at the small action.) scooping up Cole and cradling him to her chest.

Her nose was buried in his hair, arms wrapped tightly around his whole form. She could feel just how badly he was shaking.

"I- I'm scared, mom! I- I d-don't know what t-to do! I wanna help you but- but-"

Cole was cut off as another round of sobs was wrenched from his body, Lily gently shushing him as she ran a delicate hand through his hair.

"Shh, shh. It's okay. You're okay, Cole. I'm right here, and I'm going to be okay. We are going to be okay."

The child- the child who's grin and never-falting strength was so surely endless- completely collapsed in his mothers arms. Cole's wails began slowly dying out as he went limp, sinking into Lily's hold.

"...Do… Do you promise?"

Lily (genuinely) smiled, gently maneuvering both her and her son back down on the bed. She cradled him to her chest, swaddling him in as much blanket as she could at the complex angle they'd taken.

"I promise. Swear on my life."

She planted a gentle kiss on her son's forehead, watching with eyes full of nothing but adoration as she watched sleep slowly overtake him. She wished to wipe away the tear tracks on his cheeks, but she also knew he's far too much of a light sleeper for that.

After idly staring for a few more minutes, Lily finally began closing her eyes. She fell asleep just a few moments later, feeling a fleeting sense of safety that she had been missing for months. She thought she'd never get it back, in all honesty.

…

(She refused to acknowledge the ache in her lungs growing stronger.)

#ninjago #cole brookstone #cole ninjago #lily brookstone #lily ninjago #my writing #me making this: woe. cole. ops mommy issues be upon ye #after i finish like 3 or 4 requests ill put em on ao3 as a drabbles thing :))

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sizzlingpatrolfox · 1 year

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I'm pretty sure it's jimin keeping the distance and not other way round lmao. Tae must have asked him to hangout along with them initially but jimin might have not joined them. And so tae stopped asking altogether, but I'm sure it was not that great of an effort put by tae either, just formality. And jk, well he has always been this egoistic person so I don't think he ever personally asked him to hangout or asked for a meet-up and thought jm would come around himself and initiate everything like he always did, but post-pandemic jimin has changed and understood things and might have just considered keeping distance with them. But yeah it's true taekook too couldn't care less about this dynamic between them and jm. What hurts is i thought jk and jm had something special but this just proves how there's a world of difference between the oncam and offcam life of celebrities.

Yeah, I have said some weeks ago that it looks mutual. I don't think either Jimin or Jungkook would've ghosted the other, at least not on purpose. So I believe the lack of contact is intentional and agreed upon from both sides.

I don't like making lists of "evidence" but I'll do it now. I'll just add a read more because maybe this will be long.

JK said he bought fried chicken Jimin and told Jimin to come over. Days later Jimin posts a video of himself eating fried chicken, alone.

That time he went to Jimin's rehearsal, Jimin asked him to come over again and Jungkook said no. As far as we know, he never went again.

Jungkook said he wanted to watch a music show pre-recording but Jimin was done with them. So Jungkook had no idea when would the last one be, or when would Jimin be free. He apparently didn't know Jimin would do fan calls. So they either don't talk about the stuff or... They don't talk at all on a daily basis.

Or maybe it's just me and I'm a freak for having relationships where I talk to my partner about my day and my plans.

Jimin had a Friday night off, he was at home watching TV. At that moment, Jungkook was at the theater with wooga, then he went home, turned on a live and fell asleep. He said he didn't have anything to do the next day. The next day, Jimin and Hoseok had the day off too and they went to see Jin at the military.

Jimin has been busy, that much we all know. But this is clearly more than that. Besides, Jungkook has not been that busy, if at all. If two people are extremely busy at the same time, I get the misconnections but when it's only one of them it should be way easier to link up. Even Hoseok and Jimin had opportunities to hang out while BOTH were super busy at the same time.

I know this is not every day of their lives for the past year, but for me it's enough to get the hint: they are just friends. I get if people want to think they're hooking up, but I definitely don't get people who think that they're partners in the traditional way. Because there's many things that don't add up with that type of relationship. As I've said in a different post, whatever is going on is actually just normal behavior for two longtime friends who are in different places of their lives and whose priority right now is not hanging out or keeping in touch like that anymore.

Last year jikookers were celebrating and got so cocky over the fact that Jimin was there for Jungkook's birthday but not for Namjoon's. It seems everyone has forgotten now after all the bragging they did "oh jikook are so different Jimin has a tight schedule but he still visited Jungkook for his birthday". Jungkook has not been busy and he still didn't go anywhere near Jimin except for the dance practice.

On the other hand, Jungkook was coined the biggest, best supporter ever for staying home and watching YouTube videos. It was really sweet, I know, but do people really not see the difference? If that's the biggest show of support then why didn't he stay home watching Seojoon's movie? I'm sure Seojoon would've been very moved by that. Mind you, Jimin also watches other members' content all the time. He might not show it always, but he does. He was watching the world cup opening too.

So, yeah. Their interactions probably haven't changed that much, tho I would have to actually see them interacting more, you know. But because of all above, to me it's pretty clear that seeing each other is not a habit for Jimin and Jungkook. Their relationship is honestly a "I'll see you when I get the time".

They must've met already by now, if that shirt was a gift from Jungkook. But that doesn't change anything for me.

Not necessarily related but I think it speaks about Jungkook in general too and his predisposition to people so I'll add this other ask here:

You know what is very annoying? All the posts babying JK about how sad he is about hobi enlisting. Hobi has said multiple times recently that he doesn’t really what JK is up to, implying they don’t really hang or talk that much. He even once told JK to pick up his calls during a live. So clearly JK doesn’t care about him THAT much. But JK is a perfect sweet baby who cares sooOoo much and is sooOoo sensitive in everyone’s eyes 🙄

The thing is; no, Jungkook and Hoseok didn't seem to be that much in touch either apart from the groupchat. I don't think this means he doesn't care about Hoseok because it's just not realistic that he doesn't care or love him; but he's just not the kind of person who would make such efforts to be in your life. At least that's what I'm getting. Yeah, going to someone's room when you're both in the same floor of the hotel is easy, it doesn't take any efforts. But now that BTS don't spend time in hotels or have the same schedules, Jungkook has put even less interest than Yoongi in meeting Jimin or other members EXCEPT for Taehyung. For some reason, he just keeps hanging out with Taehyung and actually goes that extra mile to go out with him.

However, the other side of the coin is: Jungkook was busy last week but he still rearranged his schedule so he could make it back to Korea for Hoseok's enlistment. So he wasn't really in touch with Hoseok, or didn't answer his calls, and didn't show up for his birthday. But he was there to send him away, which is a special occasion. So maybe he's just the type of person, as I've said once, an "ultimatum guy" who will do something when he has no other choice, or in this case who will be there for grand occasions that reaaaaally require his presence like that but not actually for the everyday, consistent daily life.

But then again, he has put that extra effort to meet, to go out and hang out with Taehyung. Jikookers think him not meeting Jimin or something is a case of Jungkook "not wanting to leave the house", well to me it's obviously not. In 2019 Hoseok and Jimin were the only members he met with over the break (even though that time too Jimin was going around the world and spent like two weeks only in Korea), but now he barely kept up with them for over half a year. That we know; it could even be a longer period of time.

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It makes me so sad with what happened to Jimmy with his career. Yes he had a very successful career as a session musician, being in the yardbirds, and then Led Zeppelin. It’s about his life after Led Zeppelin. He lost his spark, and sadly he was never as good as he was when he was in Led Zeppelin. He was so overworked throughout the zeppelin years that he turned to drugs. AND THE WORST ONE TOO he had heroin and I also heard Richard encouraged him to try it (I fucking hate Richard so much). Anyways it’s sad because Jimmy was on so much drugs and alcohol that his playing became sloppy, especially at live aid. And I often hear people saying that Jimmy is a sloppy guitarist. And yes I hear so many people praising jimmy’s guitar playing and they are so right because he is such an amazing guitarist and producer. But it makes me wonder what else he could’ve done if it weren’t for the drugs and being around the wrong people. Because he did show a lot of his talent, but I always wonder how much more potential we could’ve gotten out of him in the 80s and 90s if he didn’t do drugs and wasn’t overworked. But I’m glad that he survived that dark time and hopefully now he’s enjoying his last years with family.

dear anon, i often think about this as well. the drugs didn't just hurt jimmy, but they hurt the entire band. jim was surely the most affected, even though things ended up in the worst case scenario for bonzo, as we all know.

i often find myself thinking about this and regretting them not getting help sooner, because i feel like there was still so much the band could've done, and they could've gotten bigger and bigger and who knows where they would be today.

many say zeppelin was done by 1976, some argue that their last two albums are not on the same level as the others, but to me they were just a manifestation of what the members were going through at the time. that's how art works, what you feel, you produce.

i do believe that, had bonzo not passed away, they would have all gotten help sooner or later and they would have had a chance to rise on top again. music was changing fast and more than ever it was acquiring their sound. a lot of mainstream 80s-90s rock were bands knocking off led zeppelin, so imagine if the one band who inspired an entire musical shift and genre - metal - was still around by that time! its influence on the music industry would've been immense, and i firmly believe that rock would be fairly different today. the band had stated various times that working together was incredibly satisfying for every member involved, and that there was no eagerness to break up or for any member to go solo... they had endured so much together and by september 1980 they were about to embark on an american tour, their morale having just been rejuvenated by a short tour of europe. in the words of john paul jones:

“Morale was very high. We were in really good spirits. We were stripped down a lot, musically, and as an act, we remember back to what we were doing. Punk kind of woke us up again. "Oh yeah, I remember what we are supposed to be doing here." It was about to go for a change of gears and round two... By the time John [Bonham] died, we all had sorted it out and were ready to go again. He died in rehearsals for an American tour.”

jimmy said in an interview (sadly i can't recall which one) that him and bonzo were already planning to record a heavier hard rock album - in contrast to the more mellow "in through the outdoor" - and the timing was just perfect, given the fact that this was the very beginning of the metal era (a genre very heavily inspired by led zeppelin and 70s hard rock, in style of music, hair, clothes... you name it)

i'm sure the band has long dwelled on how things would've gone as well. especially jimmy: zeppelin was his own creation and it finally came to a tragic end. no wonder he was so lost and had pretty much the lifestyle of a recluse from '80 to late '83. sometimes you just gotta be happy you survived - especially in his case.

and while zeppelin is zeppelin, it's almost untouchable to me, there is still some wonderful stuff released by all three surviving members that is definitely worth checking out and loving... someone should talk jimmy through uploading his movie soundtracks to streaming platforms, though.

i think he owns all rights to those albums, no? death wish II was released on swan song records while lucifer rising was self-released. scream for help by john paul jones is also missing.

oh and about jimmy being sloppy, i do believe he always was a little, and the drugs surely didn't fix the "problem".

but it's part of his style! it makes his solos more exciting to me, and you gotta be a little sloppy to play the blues anyway. i think at most it just makes him more unique and his playing more recognisable.

#sorry for the long ass answer #but this topic is both fascinating and extremely sad #and i could go on rambling about it forever #</3 #led zeppelin #ask dee dee

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