#have a bittersweet interaction *bites you as you come by*
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[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone.
Like speaking to a startled horse, Joel’s mouth purses into a frown / creeping down next to Ellie, he puts a slow &&. meticulous hand to her shoulder - blade / even through the fabric of her shirt &&. jacket, he can feel the parts of her skin that are soaked with cold sweat / poking through her defenses and revealing that she, too, like any other fourteen year old girl in the apocalypse / is capable of fear.
❛ Ellie, ❜ Joel says, mouth picking out the air laden with cotton in the air. ( tensions high, after the moment of death. ) He remembers the first person he killed in the apocalypse / his neighbor, in front of Sarah, the day of the Outbreak. He remembers being more terrified for his daughter, young &&. feeble ; ( more fear than he feels for ellie in this moment. she's been through hell. ) he remembers the way his hands shook, trembling beyond recognition.
( he knew, right then, if it came down to it / he could not aim another shot in the head. he’d fail, miss / he’d kill them both in a home he never paid off. )
❛ You did the right thing, okay ? They came at us. That’s how it is, sometimes. Don’t make you bad. ❜ Makes her a killer. Makes him a serial murderer. Makes them both people who are surviving at any / cost, no matter what it / does to their psyche. When he looks at Ellie, he pictures her as his own daughter / a girl born post - Outbreak Day, he didn’t know they had hospitals anymore / or running water, plumbing is hard to come by.
What kinda life did she have before he had her ? Them, together, what the oddball pair / his girl and a man who’s not her father.
( wouldn’t have it any other way. )
❛ What we’ll do is we’ll find a river next .. ❜ a pause, &&. a solid rub to her back / reminding her she’s alive, he’s alive / she won’t be left behind, not again. ❛ I’ll give you my water bottle, and you’ll wash off the blood. It’s still fresh, so it’ll just rinse off. I’ll give you my jacket, and everything’ll be just fine, girl. Here, get up with me. ❜
This is the part where he says she isn’t beyond hope. And that, despite killing someone, or hurting them, hurting people’s feelings and all that shit, doesn’t make her bad. Doesn’t give people the excuse or right to leave her behind, abandon her. This isn't the part of the story where someone can chuck her aside to the next available smuggler. This is the part where Joel has to make it all okay. ( he never was good at those times. )
❛ That’s my roughen toughen girl. I’m proud’a you. ❜ / It wasn’t alright. / ❛ For keeping yourself safe, most o’ all. That’s the sorta story to take away from things like this. Hurtin’ people, happens. Apocalypse ? Happens. But you, girl, you gotta survive. ❜ / people like them are gonna go to hell. / ❛ For me, if not for you. ❜
from this meme.
#✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 — 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐃 * this is the part where i lie for the last time#✦ 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 — 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 * i would have you at the end of everything a thousand times over#have a bittersweet interaction *bites you as you come by*#remediumad#✦ q. ╱ i have a couple of dogs‚ they come when i whistle.#✦ ic. ╱ can’t take the heat‚ cool down in the dust.#✦ answered. ╱ back & forth in my mind because i can’t forget.#✦ joel. ╱ i could’ve burned down utah with the heat of my love.
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Habit (part i.) —k.sy
fuckboy!hoshi x fem!reader
Genre: fwb au, college au, fuckboy au, angst, smut
Warnings: kissing, cursing, mutliple orgasms, oral (f.), fingering (f.), protected sex, he's kind of an asshole but at the same time not ??
Summary: You're in desperate need of getting laid, whether you want to admit it or not. And it just so happens that the fuckboy from your Economics class comes knocking at your door.
Word Count: 3.1k
part ii. part iii. part iv.
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(a/n: bittersweet made me realize i’m more of a mini series girl, so here’s a lil treat for you all)
“Soonyoung,” you frown with a sigh as you look through the peephole on your door.
The overly enthusiastic boy stands in front of your dorm with a brown paper bag in hand and a cup holder.
You crack the door open, peeking your head through. “What do you want?”
“I know you’re still mad at me, but I brought you food,” he smiles.
You close the door in his face.
“Please Y/n! I said I was sorry, just let me in. I’ll beg if I have to, but I’m going to drop these drinks if you don’t let me in right now!” his voice is muffled by the door.
“You can’t win my forgiveness with food Soonyoung!” you shout from the other side of the door.
“I got your favorite! Strawberry milkshake with extra whip and waffle fries! Please Shorty!”
Ugh you hate that he knows you so well. And as much as you want to prove him wrong, you’re hungry as hell.
You cave, opening the door for the boy. He rushes in, nearly dropping everything in his hands before placing it onto your desk.
He turns around, facing you with the brightest smile on his face. “Thank you for letting me inside.”
“Mhm,” you reach over him, grabbing your fries out the bag. “I’m still mad at you though.”
“Please Y/n, I’ve apologized like a billion times,” he pleads with you.
Last week Soonyoung ditched you to get laid. The two of you had an Econ project to work on and he didn’t show up on day you were meant to work on it. You texted him a billion times and didn’t get a response and ultimately ended up finishing the project alone.
He texted you later that night apologizing profusely because he was in Akari's dorm and forgot about your plans.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t completely out of character for him either.
You first met Soonyoung at a party. Your roommate, Nai started dating his roommate Seokmin. The mutuals brought you together one Friday night on campus. And although you usually didn’t befriend guys like him, the two of you worked great together.
You’d seen him around campus, including Economics class , but before the party you’d never interacted with him. The day after the party he changed seats to sit next to you.
You could admit he was attractive, yes, but that was really it. Soonyoung had… a bit of a reputation that preceded him.
He wasn’t big on relationships and he slept around a bit. He could commit to a friends with benefits, but that was really his limit. He partied a lot, which was how he met so many girls and had the chance to hook up with them. He did one night stands, but he also maintained his flings, like Leina and Akari. He maintained his grades well too, however his fuckboy tendencies still preceded him, especially in situations like this.
“I told you food wasn’t going to buy my forgiveness,” You dip one of your fries in your milkshake and take a bite as you plop down on your bed.
He frowns. “Please, I’ll never do it again,”
“Damn right you won’t,” you take another bite.
Truthfully, you’re not actually mad about it anymore. It was a stupid thing for him to do, but it’s been a week already and you’re not big on holding grudges. However, it is fun to mess with him.
“I give up,” he throws his hands up in defeat. “As soon as Nai came over, I knew you’d be here alone and figured I could win over your forgiveness. But you’re so stubborn I’m not even gonna bother anymore.”
“If you get on your knees and beg I’ll consider it,” you smirk.
“Are you being deadass?” he asks.
You giggle. “No, I‘ve been gotten over it. Thanks for the free food by the way.”
Soonyoung is silent for a moment.
“Seriously?!”
You nod, taking a sip of your milkshake.
“God Shorty, you’re so uptight I genuinely thought you were still mad at me,” he plops down on your bed next to you and takes a sip of his milkshake.
“I am not uptight,” you defend.
“Yes you are,” he takes one of your fries despite having his own. “You need to get laid or something.”
“Excuse me?”
He takes another sip. “What? Don’t act like I’m wrong. I know you’re under some sort of dry spell, it shows.”
“I am not under a dry spell,” you frown.
“Yes you are,” he laughs. “If you weren’t, you’d be more like me.”
“Bold of you to assume I want to be like you. You sleep around so much, I have no idea what diseases you’re carrying,”
“Hey! Have you know, I practice safe sex and maintain my 3.8. Don’t hate because you can’t get laid,” the blonde boy smirks.
“I can get laid!” You defend.
“I’m sure you can, you’re a pretty girl. You just like… don’t,” he takes another sip.
“That’s only because every time I’ve ever slept this someone it sucked” you scoff.
Soonyoung stops mid sip and slowly deadpans into your direction. “Are you serious?”
“Ugh!” you cover your face in embarrassment. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, it’s so embarrassing!”
He pulls your hands off your face. “Stop being so dramatic. I might be able to actually help.I’m kind of an expert in the area.”
You sigh. “Fine. I’ve only ever slept with 3 guys and the experience got worse between each guy. It was just like… I don’t know. I think I’m the problem.”
“I’m sure you’re not the problem,” he buts in.
“I think I am,” you frown.
“What, did you like… bite it or something?”
“No! God no! Nothing like that. It’s just like, none of them have ever gotten me there,” you admit.
“Like they’ve never made you finish?” he asks.
You nod.
“Then the problem definitely isn’t you, you’re just sleeping with guys that have no clue what they’re doing,” he shrugs.
“Yeah well I thought that the first time and then it happened twice again and ended up worse than before. Figured it had to be me,” you explain.
“No Shorty, they just suck. It’s really not that hard to get a girl to finish,” he shrugs.
“That’s easy for you to say,” you roll your eyes. “You’ve slept with half the girls on campus.”
“Okay first of all I haven’t slept with that many girls,” he defends. “And second of all, all those girls I did sleep with left satisfied.”
“I’m sure they did Soonyoung, but that doesn’t help me in any way,” you point out.
“Yeah, but I could help you out you know,” he offers.
Is he saying what you think he’s saying right now?
“You mean like…. sleep with me?” you ask.
He shrugs. “Only if you’re okay with it. No pressure.”
“Won’t that be weird?” you ask.
“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” he shrugs again. “I’m not asking you on a date Shorty.”
You frown. “Yeah I know that.”
“It would just be like a no feelings no rules thing, just me helping you out,” he takes a sip of his milkshake. “Can be a one time thing we both forget about if you really want.”
“I guess,” you think. “Okay,”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
What? Are you actually agreeing to this right now? You know he knows what he’s doing and that he’s safe about it, but it’s the emotional aspect you’re not taking into consideration right now. Soonyoung is still one of your good friends and this changes everything… right?
He says it’s only weird if you make it weird, but it’s easy for him to say that. He’s done this before, and he’s good at it. The sex with no strings that is.
You trust Soonyoung and you know he would never hurt you. He’s doing this to help you, and it’s really a win–win no matter how you look at it.
He smiles. “Come here.”
He pulls you onto his lap with great care. His thumb strokes your cheek for a minute assuringly before he closes the small gap between your faces.
The kiss starts slow and gentle. Quick pecks turning into a longing kiss that grows more intense with each passing second. His other hand lay on your waist, thumb rubbing small circles on your side as he continues to deepen the kiss.
You kiss him back with the same energy he provides you with. Hands wander across each other’s bodies, touching clothes and skin.
He moves, pinning your body down on the bed under his. He hovers over you, lips trialing down your onto your neck. He’s careful enough not to leave marks, simply pulling down the strap of your tank top. One of his hands sneaks up your back, unhooking your strapless bra and tossing it on the floor somewhere.
"Tell me if you want to stop," he says between kisses. "Or if you don't like anything, at all."
"Okay," you breathe out as you allow your eyes to fall shut. You submit your body to him, putting your trust entirely into his hands. Your body relaxes and sinks into the mattress. He removes his lips from your skin, stopping to grab a pillow and adjust your body to ensure your comfort.
He crawls down your body, fingers playing with the strings of your pyjama pants before pulling them off and tossing them onto the floor. You're left in your tank top (that's really only halfway on) and your underwear. He kisses your inner thighs gently before hooking his fingers into your panties and sliding them off.
"You're so pretty, Shorty," he mumbles, more so to himself.
His gentle demeanor is gone almost immediately. His lips immediately attach themselves to your clit, licking and sucking on your extremely sensitive bud. You let out a hiss and arch your back at the sudden contact.
Soonyoung's never been one of those guys against going down on a girl, but holy shit. He's eating you out like it's his last meal on earth. His lips and his tongue are everywhere, spreading warmth along your most sensitive areas.
He concentrates mostly on your clit, stimulating the sensitive bud to the max. You find it hard to keep still, constantly squirming as he devours you.
He's monaing in pleasure as your taste coats his tongue. He groans when you tug at his blonde hair, only causing vibrations to rumble through your body.
He's slurping and sucking, thoroughly devouring you like his life depends on it. It's only been a few minutes and Soonyoung fears he's addicted to you already. You taste sweeter than he could've ever imagined and the sounds you're making are driving him fucking crazy. He loves that you're vocal too, it's only serving as encouragement for him. You've never made this much noise in bed and the fact that he has you squirming and moaning like this only makes him want to devour you more.
Just when you think it can't get better, he slips his fingers inside of you. One at a time he pushes his digits in, pumping them in unison to bring you more pleasure. He's moaning with you enjoying this just as much as you do, if not more. His hips are rutting into your bed sheets, cock hard and leaking with excitement for what's to come.
You're grinding against his face and fingers, each flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge. The familiar feeling is buliding in your lower abdomen, however this time you actually feel the coil snap.
It comes so quickly you don't even have time to warn him that you're cumming. Your body shudders and convulses as you ride out your orgasm on his face and cry out his name. He doesn't stop even once you've come down, he's completely smitten and pussydrunk. You have to pry him off of you as your body grows sensitive from the overstimulation.
When he finally pulls away, his face is dripping and his eyes only half lidded. It looks at though he's been placed under some daze.
"Holy shit Soonyoung," you breathe out.
You're panting, chest rising and falling as you try to fully recover from the incredible orgasm he just gave you and the second one you nearly experienced.
"Was that okay?" he asks.
"More than okay," you lick your lips.
You pull his head down so he's hovering over you. "Want you to fuck me Soonyoung," you whsiper.
"You sure you can take me?" he asks. He breath fans against your lips. Smells like chocolate from the milkshake he was sipping on earlier.
You nod. "I can take anything you give me."
He swears his cock just got harder. He didn't think it was possible, but you're turning him on like crazy right now. Who knew you could be like this? The two of you quickly scramble out of all your clothes before you find yourself underneath him again.
There's a gold chain dangling from his neck as he hovers over you. He's got another shiny gold package in his hand that he got from his pants.
"You just keep those on you at all times?" you ask.
"Kinda," he shrugs. "Never know when you're gonna need them."
"Hmm, guess it's not such a bad thing," You lick your lips. "I was about to let you fuck me raw."
His breath gets caught in his throat. "Shorty are you serious?"
You peck his lips. "You know I don't keep any on me, and if you didn't bring it we'd just have to do without it."
He nearly tosses the condom away but you grab his wrist and giggle. "Maybe next time."
"Oh, so there's gonna be a next time?" he asks, voice laced with amusement.
"Can't decide that until after you fuck me," you smirk.
He feels his cock twitch under the sheets. He wastes no time ripping open the package, rolling the latex onto his length aligning himself with your entrance. He slides the tip along your slit a few times before he pushes the head of his cock in. Slowly, he pushes more of his length into you.
This feels so... intimate. Even though you've been in this position before, you never felt this close to any of the other guys. They all sort of just stuck it in and went at it for a few minutes before they finished. They didn't really bother to make sure you were okay, filling you up inch by in the way Soonyoung is. He wants to make sure you feel him.
"C'mon Shorty, you told me you could take it," he coos.
Your eyes are screwed shut as you try to loosen up for him but fuck, he's big. It's been a while since you've done this and he's fucking huge. Nonetheless he takes his time with you, ensuring that you're comfortable as he fills you up.
Once he's all the way in, he stops to ask if you're okay. You assure him at you are and give him permission to move. You can tell he's holding back. His thrusts are shallow and slow.
You've already started to adjust to his size and you encourage him to go faster. It's like a switch in him turns on again because his hips rapidly pick up in pace. He draws his cock out of you, slamming back in and making you curse and moan his name.
"You're so tight Shorty," he groans.
Shit, this feels so good. He fills you up so perfectly. You love feeling the stretch of his cock, his length pounding into you at the perfect pace. His tip pushes against your walls and his thumb soon finds your clit. The stimulation from both is so good and you know you're gonna cum again soon.
You're sure it's something about the dancer in him. The way he fucks you so well. You feel so good around him, he doesn't ever want to stop fucking you. So tight, so warm, so wet, all for him. You're driving him crazy.
He can feel himself nearing the edge too. His veins are popping out of his arm as he holds himself up, gold chain dangling in your face. You can't see it though, your eyes are still screwed shut with your lips parted as he fills you with inexplicable pleasure.
You look so sexy to him. You're both dripping in sweat and he finds himself becoming more vocal as the two of you approach your highs. He's cursing over his breath, nearly catches himself whimpering at how good you feel. You're throbbing around his length, letting him know that you're just as close as he is.
Thankfully so, he didn't want to end the night without you cumming around his cock. His thumb continues to circle your clit quickly and it only takes a few moments before he's driving you into another state of euphoria. His hips grow erratic as his orgasm hits him, full force. He doesn't stop, fucking both of you through your orgasms as his cock twitches inside of your throbbing pussy.
He fills the condom and pulls out before collapsing on top of you. His body weight is crushing you and he's panting into your collarbone.
"Soonyoung! Get off of me!" you push his slick body off of you.
He rolls next to you on the bed, landing on his back with a soft thud. "My bad," he chuckles. "I swear I died for a second."
"Was it really that good?" you muse with a smirk.
He presses his palm to your face plafully. "Be quiet Shorty, you know that was the best lay of your life."
He's got you there. There's no denying that he absolutely just changed the trajectory of your sex life and rocked your shit.
He smirks, sitting up on the bed. "That's what I thought."
He rolls of the bed and slips his boxers back on before disposing of the used latex.
"C'mon," he reaches his arm out to you. "You need to get up. Gotta pee and shower."
You groan into the pillow. "No."
He lets out a breathy laugh. "C'mon Shorty, you need to."
You groan again, but he pulls you out of bed. Luckily you only share a bathroom with Nai and none of the other girls on your floor. He helps you to the bathroom and assures everything is okay with you before venturing back into your actual room.
Once you're all cleaned up, you walk back into your room with just a towel on, only to see Soonyoung pulling his shirt over his head. He's leaving.
“You’re not spending the night?” you ask, cocking your head to the side.
“Can’t,” he says as he adjusts his pants. “I’ll see you later though yeah?”
You nod. He grabs the rest of his things silently and leaves with a soft close of the door. His exit leaves an odd feeling brewing in your body. What the hell just happened?
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this is part 1 of 4!!
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A Shower of Sparks | Festivities - Snolidays 2023
Severus Snape x Professor!Reader | Warnings: Secret relationship, fluff and maybe a little angst because FEELINGS, I finished and edited this through a migraine, so please forgive any failings!
This is my story for week four "Festivities" of Snolidays 2023! This is the final part, and we get to see a little more from Sev's POV this time. Though all parts can be read independently, there is a bit of a story linking them all together.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
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Although half the students had gone home for the holiday, the Christmas feast was elaborate and mouthwatering as ever. Roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, pumpkin juice, and a variety of other delights. The Great Hall filled with a hum of conversation instead of the usual cacophony, which was bittersweet to Severus. While less noise was less likely to give him a headache, it made his conversation with you more likely to be overheard. He would have to be careful of his words.
Being careful around you had grown increasingly difficult.
Not that you had noticed. Severus was always a master of his emotions, even when you were alone. You thought nothing of his silence, pulling him into your conversation with Professor Sprout.
“What about you, Severus? Do you miss spending time with your family during the holidays?”
“No.”
A quick, terse answer, as usual. It was a part of your subterfuge, making a show of how Severus was just as impatient with you in front of everyone. Though this interaction served as a reminder that you knew nothing about Severus’s family. If you thought about it, how much did you really know about him at all?
Under the table, Severus’s hand found your thigh. The perpetual chill of his hand seeped through your clothes, his hand just resting there. A few soft movements of his palm stroking up and down. At first, you thought he was simply in a hurry to be alone. When you saw him take a bite out of the corner of your eye, you realized he hadn’t finished his meal. You reached for the jug of pumpkin juice, brushing his shoulder with your own.
When the feast wound down, Dumbledore approached his owl lectern. “As another successful Christmas draws to a close, I invite you all to assemble outside on the lawn for a final Christmas surprise.”
The hall erupted into murmurs of surprise and curiosity. You shared glances with your fellow teachers, but it seemed this surprise was for faculty as much as for the students. None of you had the foggiest.
As people filed out of the Great Hall in, you fell into step beside Severus. “Can I speak with you for a moment?”
Severus slowed his steps, allowing others to fetch hats and scarves and scurry outside. Neither of you spoke until you were alone.
“Yes?” Severus drawled. His hand went to your waist, eager to touch you while he had the opportunity.
“This seems like the perfect time to give you this.” You withdrew a small package wrapped in brightly colored paper. Severus raised an eyebrow as you presented it to him.
He faltered, looking down at the object between you as if it would bite him if he moved too quickly.
Gifts? Severus knew it was Christmas, but he had not expected there to be an exchange of gifts. Severus wasn’t even sure when he’d last received a gift.
“Don’t just stare at it. Open it before someone catches us.”
Severus pulled apart the wrapping paper, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor when he saw what was within. A pair of soft, black leather gloves with an elaborate design of a snake embossed on the back. Severus was speechless. His lack of response brought a smile to your face. You had hoped to surprise and impress, and it seemed to succeed.
“I have nothing for you,” he said quietly.
You waved your hand. “I don’t care about that. I just saw these and thought you might like them.”
Severus stared down at the gloves, coming to his senses and pulling them on. He’d been wrestling with his feelings for you, struggling to understand what he wanted, what he could have with you. Wondering what you truly felt for him. Surely you didn’t care deeply for him. He wouldn’t deserve it, even if you did.
Your relationship had grown deeper over the holidays, but this gift made it clear. You really did care. Enough to keep him in your idle thoughts, enough to bring him gifts and cheer, even when he thought he did not want such things.
There was something Severus knew you wanted, something he hadn’t been able to give you. Out of fear, of a desire to protect you, he held back. Severus wasn’t sure if he could do that any longer. Maybe the best thing he could give you in return was a piece of himself.
“My mother.”
“Hm?” You turned to him, questioning, as you retrieved your scarf.
“You asked earlier if I miss my family during the holidays. I miss my mother.”
You paused your movements, your hand darting out to take his. This was the most Severus had ever opened up to you, and you would not take that for granted. “I would love for you to tell me about her.”
Footsteps down the hall caused the two of you to break apart. You flicked your wand, vanishing the wrapping paper on the floor, and busied yourself with your scarf.
A few Gryffindor boys walked past, heading for the lawn. “I think Snape’s trying to catch someone under the mistletoe. Only way he’s getting a kiss,” one of them joked, not as quietly as he seemed to think.
“Hold your tongue, McLaggen, or next time it will be house points,” Severus snapped, his voice dripping with malice. He shot you a disparaging look, driving his point home.
Frowning, you ducked your head, stung by his cruel tone. Severus preferred to keep things private, but sometimes it felt like he didn’t want the relationship at all. Staying secretive, holding you at arm’s length, sometimes pushing you away. Even those times when you were alone together, when he showed you the side of himself he kept hidden from everyone else, Severus felt closed off. You always respected him and knew he had his reasons, but sometimes it left you wondering.
What exactly were you to Severus Snape?
With the moment you were sharing thoroughly ruined, you finished bundling up. “Don’t want to miss the surprise,” you commented, following the students out to the lawn.
But your eyes said it all. All the hurt and uncertainty contained within your gaze. Severus picked up on your emotions, but his Legillimency confirmed it. Flexing his fingers in his new gloves, he followed silently after you.
Severus had once ruined the most important relationship in his life by saying the wrong thing. Was he on the path to making the same foolish mistake?
The lawn was dimly lit, students and teachers milling about. Severus stood just behind your shoulder, black cloak concealing his movements. He took your hand, lacing your fingers together. His breath lifted your hair when he whispered your name. “Perhaps we can speak later?”
You squeezed his hand gently in return. Severus didn’t hear your whispered response. He had come to a realization. If this continued, he could put you at risk. Severus had seen the Dark Mark on his arm growing stronger. He couldn’t let you be a weakness, or let you fall into danger because of him. No matter how much you meant to him, it would be selfish to keep you without telling you the truth. A truth he could never tell you.
But he couldn’t keep you at arm’s length forever. Severus knew he would lose you. Sometimes he already felt you slipping away. You deserved more than a man who only gave you part of himself. Would it be better to end things now, before he made it more painful for both of you?
Severus had to decide.
A sharp whistle pierced the air. The crowd fell silent, looking to the sky.
A crimson firework shot up over the turrets with a trail of golden sparks, exploding in a massive sphere of red and gold that lit up the night. The sparks became a red and gold Gryffindor lion in a ferocious roar. When it faded, a similar display followed for each of the houses and finally the Hogwarts school crest hovered above the sky.
While everyone watched the skies, Severus watched you. Eyes sparkling in the light of the fireworks, lips curved into that smile he delighted in. The way you held his hand in the darkness, sharing the moment together, even in secret.
Severus decided.
With a swift tug on your arm, Severus turned you around and pulled you against him. His lips found yours in a searing kiss, hand snaking around to the small of your back. Forgetting all about the fireworks, you leaned into Severus. You didn’t care if someone saw you, just as Severus didn’t seem to.
There was something different about this kiss, though you couldn’t put your finger on it. It somehow held more than your past intimate moments. More emotion, intent, care, more of everything Severus. When you finally broke away, he held your gaze, eyes filled with a resolve you’d never seen before.
“I love you.”
Severus’s voice was barely a whisper, and you felt the words more than you heard them. It didn’t diminish their strength in the slightest.
“Sev…”
“I have many things to tell you.”
Severus could never tell you everything, but he could tell you some things. You deserved all the truth he could afford.
“I want to hear all of it.” Maybe you weren’t expecting the story you would hear, but it didn’t matter. Nothing would change your mind - or your heart. “I love you, too, Severus.”
Abandoning the fireworks, Severus led you back to his quarters. He had every intention of giving you the truth he owed you, but maybe after one more kiss.
A reminder of what he would fight for in the times ahead.
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part of the band | bassist!remus x fem!reader
marauders band!au
word count- 2.2k
warnings- swearing, fluff, probably some bad grammar and spelling i just churned this out after class
a/n- i had this idea in my head so i feel like this is no plot head empty vibes but its cute and i love bassist remus & will def write more of this universe
i do not give anyone permission to copy my work.
Watching them from the side stage will never get old, but there’s something about being in the actual crowd that you enjoy so much more. None of the boys have spotted you yet and understandably so. The crowd was thick but you’d still managed to get up pretty close to Remus’ side of the stage.
You’d told him you were going to be late to the show mostly because you wanted to stay in the crowd tonight and not hear any of the guys’ bitching. They liked having you on the side stage so no crazy fans would bombard you and because they could easily see you. While you understood their testament, you also understood being a fan first.
You showed up when the doors opened, grabbed your vip pass from the box office and headed to the crowd. Sadly for you the boy’s head security, Moody, spotted you and nearly dragged you backstage. You begged him to let you stay and he easily gave in to your puppy eyes and pouty lips. He led you closer to the barricade before heading back to his spot in front of the stage.
You pulled your phone out and skimmed your messages when you heard the girls beside you whispering quite loudly. You heard your name mentioned and glanced beside you. They shifted their eyes away and tried to play it off which made you laugh. You and Remus were pretty popular in the band's fanbase. You’d known the boys for ages and had even helped produce certain tracks with them. Their fans had coined you as the “it couple” of the band- Lily and James coming in a close second if not for their on again off again habit.
The said drummer and his girlfriend were enamored with each other and it seemed to bite them in the ass sometimes. You’re sure they would be the fans #1 otherwise. You weren’t sure why they loved you and Remus together so much. Part of you thought it’s because Remus is the supposed mysterious quiet one and you provide more content of him that they want to see.
The girls were laughing nervously and you politely say hello and strike up conversation with them. You figure you’re going to be here all night and if you were them you’d want a nice interaction too.
As the crowd files in and the room gets louder you completely befriend the girls. As you’re chatting about comfortable footwear for concerts you feel your phone buzz again.
Remmy: Txt me when youre otw x
You feel guilty for lying but you really did just want to watch the show from the crowd with no objections. You hear the crowd’s volume rise and realize the opener is heading on. You shoot back a quick ‘Ofc xx’ and shut off your phone.
The girls you’ve attached yourself to smile and shout for the opener, and you can’t help but grin. Luckily not many other people have recognized you in the crowd and you feel a bit annoyed at the boys for thinking fans would ‘bombard’ you and not let you enjoy this.
The opener is great and you all sing and dance along. They head off and you feel the crowd grow more intense awaiting the boys to come on.
Sirius, the band’s frontman and lead vocals has been really entertaining the crowds this tour and you’re honestly proud of how well he’s been performing (and behaving). The boy’s have really grown into their roles and it’s amazing to see them all come together on stage.
You’ve watched them go from recording in their dorm room all the way to renting studio time for weeks on end, and it’s bittersweet to see all these people here to support them. Your phone buzzes a few times and you wince as you read the messages.
Remmy: Openers just finished
Remmy: Gotta turn my phone off soon, see you after?
Remmy: Be safe x
As you read these another shoots through that doesn’t make you feel any better.
Siri: quit making moony nervous
Siri: get here soon yeah
You sigh and tell yourself you’ll just stay in the crowd till the encore so you can see him before they go back on. You shove your phone into your back pocket and glance around at the crowd again.
The crowd cheers as the lights dim and you scream along. It feels so amazing to be a part of the crowd again and experience things as one. You can see their silhouettes moving across the stage and you grab the girl’s hand next to you and cheer along.
When the lights fully illuminate on the stage the crowd erupts. You included. As you’re cheering you can’t help but laugh at Sirius’ smile. You see James wave as he moves to the drum set and Peter quietly moves to the guitar at the other end of the stage. Peter was always more quiet and just did what was suggested to him. It annoyed Sirius endlessly at times, but Peter seemed content staying out of the spotlight.
Your face splits into a true grin when you see Remus adjust his bass and put his in-ears on. He’s laughing at something James said into the mic and Sirius rolls his eyes dramatically. James plays the opening sequence and the band plays one of their hits right off the bat.
You’re shouting the lyrics along and feel fucking amazing being in the crowd again. The song comes to an end and the fans cheer enormously. Sirius laughs and addresses everyone, “What a good looking crowd here tonight, huh.” You laugh at his flirtatious self. Sirius makes conversation about the city and such but you're not paying much attention. Remus is messing with his tuning and chords and you can’t keep your eyes off him. He looks so fucking fit. His hair is messy and he’s flushed from the stage lights and you feel yourself falling in love with him all over again.
The second girl you befriended shouts over to you, “Remus looks so cute!” You laugh and shoot back, “I know right!”
The band starts the next song on the set list, a list you know all too well seeing as you helped create them for the shows. You dance along and lift your hands as you sing the words. The song comes to an end and the smile on your face hasn’t faltered once. As you glance at the boys again you feel eyes burning into you. When your vision passes over the middle of the stage James is sending you a shit eating grin. Fuck. He raises his brows at you and you shake your head back. You have no idea how he spotted you from his seat and you mentally curse him and his big ass glasses.
He laughs but the next song starts and his attention is taken. You try and enjoy the song but you keep glancing at Remus to make sure James hasn’t said anything. As soon as the song ends you see James lean into the mic by his shoulder. You mouth ‘don’t’ at him but even if he saw it he doesn’t acknowledge it. You watch him speak into the mic and thankfully he’s spoken to the boys through the stage mic so the crowd hears nothing. You see Remus quickly glance to the side stage so you assume James mentioned your attendance, but not whereabouts. Then James opens his big mouth again and you see all four pairs of eyes move to you.
Peter laughs lightly and Sirius huffs a laugh as he shakes his head. You finally glance to your boyfriend and send him a weak smile. You can’t read his expression but then Sirius occupies your attention, “Hope the crowd enjoys this next one.” He smirks at you as he also speaks into the stage mic and the opening chords to your personal favorite song of the band’s play. Of course. This song is rarely on the set list and now you understand what Sirius said into the mic.
You try your hardest to just enjoy the song but Remus’ eyes haven’t left yours. You finally decide to not let them dampen your mood or your favorite song, so you scream the lyrics louder and hold your boyfriend’s eyes as you dance more sensually. He looks away clenching his jaw and you see James laugh at him from his drum set. Remus rolls his eyes at his best mate and finally cracks a small smile as he looks back at you.
You smile back and the song ends. As he plays the closing chords he mouths ‘hello’ at you from the stage. You mouth it back and blush.
The show goes on and thankfully the boys don’t bug you too much throughout. They keep sending you smirks and playful looks, but selfishly you think it’s more cool to experience it from the crowd.
When you realize the next song is the last before the encore you turn to the girls beside you and say goodbye. You take a few pictures with them as the song starts and wave goodbye as you walk away.
You maneuver your way through the crowd towards the security lined up by the backstage. You show them your pass and id and head to your normal side stage view. The song comes to an end and Sirius thanks the crowd for a wonderful show and the boys take their instruments off.
They wait for each other and head over your way. You can’t help but bite your lip as Remus approaches you and takes out his in-ears. He’s more disheveled and sweaty from being on stage and he looks amazing. He smiles as he reaches you and tosses his head back lightly. You laugh and reach your arms out for him.
He wraps you in a sweaty hug, but you don’t mind seeing as you got sweaty yourself in the crowd.
“Pit monster herself,” Sirius laughs.
“Piss off” you reply and roll your eyes.
Remus hugs you closer and whispers into your ear, “Surprised me when I saw you down there.”
You sigh and respond, “I know, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything I kinda just wanted to be in the crowd for once again.”
He nods his head and presses his lips against your neck. “I’m just glad you’re here.” You blush at his words and he pulls out of the embrace. He keeps his arm around your shoulders as you address the rest of the guys.
“Probably could’ve stayed there the whole time if James didn’t have such a big mouth.”
Said boy laughs and gives you a look of false confusion, “Oh, you saw that?”
Sirius and Peter laugh and you feel Remus chuckle against you. “You’re such an idiot” you say to James.
A techie comes around and announces a 2 minute warning for the boys. They all grab some water and head back to the stage. Remus leans down to kiss your lips when Sirius grabs his shirt collar, “No kisses for her.” You scoff and flip him off as he pushes Remus in front of him. Remus laughs and sends you a look of sympathy.
The boys jog back onto stage and the crowd screams. Now you wish you’d have just stayed down there. As if he can read your thoughts Remus catches your eyes and you share a knowing look.
The boys end the show with their most popular songs and it really is amazing. You dance and sing by yourself and watch the boys finish strong. They wave to the crowd and thank them and Remus is the first to head back to you.
He loosely grabs your chin and lifts your face as he catches your lips. He kisses you sweetly and smiles against you. He lifts his head and looks down at you. “You did look hot in the crowd though.” You smile but it’s rudely interrupted when James says “Don’t give her ideas Moony.”
You shoot him a playful glare and the boys laugh at your expense.
Later that night at the afterparty you were checking your socials when you see the two girls you met in the pit post the pictures of you all. They were honestly so cute, so you like and repost them. You’d had a bit to drink and were feeling ballsy so you figured might as well follow them and commnet. You left a sweet ‘these are so cute dm me them!!’ on one and ‘thanks for making me feel normal and not like a loner in the pit tn’ on the other. You laugh as people start to respond to the comments and fans realize you were in the crowd tonight.
“Maybe you should stay in the crowd more often.” Remus muses from over your shoulder reading the comments as well. “Hmm. I feel like I’ve been saying that for awhile” you tease. He smiles at you and catches you in another kiss. “Just don’t tell Sirius” he laughs. “God, never” you respond.
He grabs your hand and you dance, together, Remus pressing kisses into you wherever he can.
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land soup (or ten year old Jurdan being kids in faerie before everything)
Jude stomps away from Madoc’s stronghold. Her and Taryn just squabbled ferociously and she needs to be as far from Taryn as possible. Taryn wore on her last nerve, especially after dealing with the cries of the new adoptive baby Madoc took in, along with a bride. Jude was due some much needed alone time and quiet.
The luster and frightening feel of Faerie has worn off ever so slightly after the three years her, Taryn, and Vivi have now lived here.
Ten years old, angry with her sister, and with one of her fingers healing where the tip had been bitten off a few odd weeks ago; Jude feels for the first time in a long time, like she is out of place. If she was in the mortal realm, she would have probably taken her bike and rode off somewhere to blow off steam. But alas, her bike is more than likely covered in a thick layer of dust in her family’s former garage. Or, maybe, a different kid was using her bike now.
She shakes the thought and forges on. Careful not to step on any suspicious mushrooms or plants. Jude is ever weary of any creatures looking at her through the trees so she keeps her head high and her focus forward.
She’s walked off farther than she ought to have, but finds herself grateful for it. After passing through the milkwood she happened upon a hidden lake, enshrouded by lazy willow trees and surrounded by flowers in every shade of blue and purple. No matter the horrors of Faerie, there were still these scenes that seemed to have come straight from one of the fairy tale books of her youth.
Jude decides to set up in this beautiful area for a while. Gathering rocks from around the small lake she skips them across the surface. Or attempts to. It’s been a while since she’s done this. It feels bittersweet. Her father had been the one to teach her how to skip rocks on their summer trips to the beach.
“What are you doing?” A commanding, yet curious voice questions over shoulder. To her embarrassment, she startles and whirls around, narrowly missing the mystery person's head with a thrown rock.
With quick reflexes she’s not able to study who the mystery person is, when said person is throwing the rock back at her. She ducks in time, then springs back up to find none other than the youngest Prince of Faerie’s piercing kohl eyes studying her.
“You.”
She’s familiar with Cardan. He’s in the academy with her and Taryn. They don’t interact all that often considering their difference in social standing.
“I command you to show me how to do what you were just doing.” The prince says snootily. Jude has the brief instance where she thinks she wants to laugh in his face or tell him off, but instead she bites her tongue. It was a bad idea to make enemies of the royal family. Respect for the Greenbriar line has been drilled into Taryn and Jude ever since Madoc took them in.
More like he murdered their parents, and kidnapped them. But in faerie, Jude has learned that might just be any other Tuesday for the Folk.
Jude rolls her eyes and trudges closer to the shore of the pristine lake.
“First we need to find some rocks.” She states, searching the bank and finding a small handful. To her surprise the youngest prince has gotten onto his hands and knees and is digging through the dirt. If a Prince of Elfhame digging through dirt is a shock, the tail emerging from behind him is an even bigger one.
She says nothing and waits for him to collect his rocks. She tucks the observation away for a later time, a question for Vivi, perhaps.
Jude shows him the motions and watches as Cardan attempts to skip them across the surface. She quickly gets bored when she realizes he’s going to be doing this for a while. His focus is seemingly stuck on perfecting the skill.
Instead, to kill more time, Jude trudges over to a decaying tree stump and takes up an act from her childhood that has been long forgotten. The urge to collect various pieces from nature and make a ‘land soup’ with the stump as the cauldron consumes her. It may be childish for someone whose age is now in the double digits, but she is alone, save for the Prince still tossing rocks. Nonetheless, she indulges on this small ounce of her lost childhood.
After collecting leaves, rocks, brambles, a collection of blue and purple petals Jude stirs them into the cauldron. She found a large stick to act as a stirring device and set to work. Watching with rapt attention as the different bits of nature become this hodge-podge of nasty within the stump, she fails to hear Cardan creep up behind her.
“What is that horrible mess?”
To her great embarrassment, once again, she jolts-- her stick cracks against the stump from the shock.
“It’s land soup.” She mutters.
“Your pardon?”
“It’s a game from my childhood.” She’s not exactly sure how much of her life the Prince knows about, so she only supplies the minimal answer.
“Ah.” He gets closer to the slop. “Have you considered adding water?” Jude swivels to look at him, astounded by his suggestion. If she’s read him correctly, he’s being playful. Before she can answer, Cardan is already rushing the few feet over to the lake. He gathers water in cupped hands, spilling some on the dash over to the stump.
Wordlessly, with two mirroring grins, they hobble back and forth from the stump and the lake with cupped hands of water. The smell becomes atrocious, a sure-fire sign you’ve made land soup properly.
“It smells awful.” Jude remarks, watching as Cardan uses her stick to swirl around the murky contents of the stump.
“It’s more appealing than most of my meals.” From the strangely serious demeanor he adopts, Jude cannot tell if the Prince is joking.
The sun is beginning to set below the horizon. Jude hadn’t realized how long she’d been away. She had tried to retreat when everyone else would have been asleep, completely disregarding why the Prince would ever be awake at this hour as well.
Cardan catches her studying the moon rising in the distance.
“Do you know your way home?” He questions softly. She nods. It’s growing dark now though, and she can’t see in the dark like the fae. The two still stand around the stump.
“I can’t see in the dark.” She admits.
“Madoc’s stronghold?” Cardan asks.
Jude pauses then utters an affirmative. Swiftly his hand wraps around her wrist, and he’s dragging her through the dark patch of forest, until she recognizes the heady smell of the milkwood, all the way until she sees the familiar torches of Madoc’s stronghold just beyond the tree line the two are tucked into.
She’s not sure what to say, or what to do with Cardan. In turn, he decides for both of them. Jude knows the honey laced sound of a glamour. She feels briefly infuriated and hurt, until he begins to speak.
“You will go to your room, sleep, and mention our meeting to no one. You will not remember what happened tonight, you were simply going for a walk and got turned around.”
Jude’s feet trample through the dark until she makes it to the door. Oriana ushers her in and up to her bedroom where Jude flops face first into her mattress. Exhausted with the smell of mud and flowers laced in her hair and clothes. When she wakes she craves honey cakes.
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Sandwiches and Numbers
It is always the special sandwiches with Sukuna and the bittersweet feeling of knowing you'll leave him again. But, it is what it is... right?
Oh please, yes, I listened to Taylor Swift's Fortnight and Cruel Summer a lot of times already that I've crafted this story because this is what I see everytime I listen to them T^T
Also, this is kind of my first time to post my writing drafts OTL this is part of a series I'm starting called 'Fortnight' – all stories in this series will be in a masterpost and part of the Summer Love!Sukuna AU <333
Hope you'll enjoy this one as I've enjoyed writing this one so far ~
Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female)
Genre: fluff + light angst, Summer Love AU
Word Count: 800+
All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
It was perfect. The kisses he marked you with on your neck. The tight hugs and cuddles. Your warm body on top of him. The love you shared. Yet, everything comes to an end.
As you stared into his eyes full of love, regret, and pain, you speak up, ”I’ll miss us. I don’t want to let you go again, ‘Kuna.”
“Then don’t,” Sukuna replied as looked down on your eyes. He hugged you tighter and kissed you on the forehead. With a sigh, you continued, “I wish it didn’t have to end like this.”
“Neither do I, but it is what it is.” You looked up to him and replied back, “Well, I always find my way back to you.” Sukuna released you from the hug and sat up with his back turned back to you, looking for his boxers. He tosses you his shirt and stood up to wear his now found boxers. “What, gonna treat me like your rebound?” He scoffed with a growing smirk as he looked back at you.
You gladly wore Sukuna’s shirt and rolled your eyes at his reply. You know and he knows he’s not a rebound. You could never. It’s just that, he was the best person to ever happen to you. The best kisses. The best laughs. The best moments. The best sex. The best banters. Just, the best. Funny how the universe works. With those thoughts in mind, you chuckled and tried your best to make the cutest, pleading face to Sukuna, “Yeah, yeah. I’m hungry, can you make me food? Pretty please, ‘Kuna?”
“What do I do with you?” Sukuna groaned and left the room to prep up the food. With that, you also got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to watch him make food. As you walked through his house, there’s a lot of picture frames of him, his late brother, his late grandpa, and his nephew, Yuji. This reminds you of his nephew and as you pick up the picture to look at it better, you asked Sukuna, “Where’s Yuji now?”
With his back turned back to you while prepping the food on the kitchen island, he replied with a scoff, “You’ve been here for a fortnight and you just remembered Yuji now?”
“Well, forgive my fish memory! I haven’t seen him since I got back.” You replied back and put back the picture to where it was before. You continued walking to the kitchen and sat down on the chair near the kitchen island, he said, “Yuji’s in the city.” You looked at what he was prepping and exclaimed excitedly, “Where in the city? I’d love to visit him, I missed his chubby cheeks!”
As Sukuna finished prepping the food, he slid the plate to you and took a bite at his food. While chewing, he said, “In the big ass university you went to. He’s not a little kid you remembered him to be.” You looked at the plate he gave you and admired the yummy food in front of you.
As always, he makes my favorite snack. A sandwich full of lettuce, bacon, ham, and cheese, with his homemade sauce that makes it all the more special. Before taking a bite, you replied solemnly “Well, that doesn’t stop my excitement to see him again. Can you give me his contacts before I go?”
“Fine.” He exclaimed with a gruff as he finishes his sandwich and pulled out his phone to look for Yuji’s number to give it to you. You gladly put Yuji’s number on your phone and saved it as, ‘Little Yuji.’
A few years ago, before you moved to the city, you often visit Sukuna’s house to babysit his little nephew. He practically was raised by you and you take great pride in that. Sukuna, on the other hand, just lets you do what you want with Yuji and doesn’t bother help you babysit him every time.
“Oh! I gotta get your number, too, ‘Kuna. Give it to me.” You excitingly exclaimed and continued munching on your sandwich. Sukuna reached for your plate and his to clean up and casually said, “What’s the use? You’re leaving tomorrow and not coming back.” Ouch, that hurts. He doesn’t have to say it obviously like that. You feigned a sigh, “For when you’re in the city?”
“Just finish your sandwich.” And so you did.
Looking back on the two weeks you’ve been back in this town, you missed this slow life as compared to the busy, bustling, fast-paced city. You missed everyone. You especially missed Sukuna. His sweetest grin, his lovable laugh, his fluffiest pink fluff of hair, and his most adoring eyes.
Where did everything go wrong? As you thought and realized. Oh yeah, you cut him off and didn’t contact him for over 10 years only to go back to him two weeks ago out of nowhere and you’re leaving again tomorrow with an indefinite time if you'll ever be back again in his arms.
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I have a funny/cute ask for you.
Wednesday somehow managed to fall in love but refuses to compromise any other part of herself. Except one thing: she is the most competitive at the arcade, especially the claw game.
Wednesday Addams does not come in second place.
A Great idea, so here’s: A Game of Life and Death! (Not Really)
Summary: Wednesday likes the crane game, she really likes the crane game.
Wednesday Addams hates a lot of things, Human interaction, Color, Bright things, sometimes you. While you two were obviously dating, she still wasn’t as content with the hugs and kisses you sometimes delivered, still a bit afraid she’s going to bite back. But having a terrifyingly high IQ, you were able to deduce her bluffs which also intrigued her to a certain degree. It all eventually came to a head as a new arcade was opening in Jericho after a few, disasters which included the near death of all students.
Entering the Establishment, like a dark cloud Wednesday was at your side. You two analyzed the room to the machines and games.
“It’s a Nerds Wet dream, isn’t it?” You say with a smile, Wednesday could see how oddly content you were within this place. “I suppose I could understand the appeal for someone of your intellectual feats, yet I still find it abysmal.” She says you casually adjust your glasses a bit higher and motions for her to lead.
“Please, the pleasure is all mine to show you the amazement of video games.” You say and show her around, arranging the clsssic video games, Dig Dug, Contra, PAC MAN. She’s never even seen Pac-Man before. You stand there, rambling on about how Pac-Man revolutionized games and the importance of preserving old games for future generations, and as expected Wednesday just stares into your eyes, she wasn’t very interested in video games or any sort, but she saw the joy in your eyes and as much as she despises joy and such emotion. She couldn’t bear take it from you, but something did catch her eye.
“(Y/n), Mi Amor… what is that?” She asks, and toy Turn your head to see what she’s looking towards and it was a crane game, the crane itself was dressed up like a ravens claw, and the gifts were also very creepy to boot, of course she’d love it. She walks over to it and softly presses her palm again the cold glass, you walk up behind her, seeing both of your reflections.
“It’s a Crane Machine, you use the controls to maneuver the claw to grab the items, standard cash grab game.” You say, “Wanna play?” You say, and show off a large sack of quarters you’ve been saving up, Wednesday scoffs. “Id never subscribe myself Go such mindless drivel.” She says.
An Hour and a Half Later
Wednesdays eyes were glued to the Glass as her hands angrily moved the crane hand around, her jaw clenched as she has spent around 40 bucks worth of quarters. You leaned against the crane watching her obsession slowly burn away her sanity, but as if by the luck of god himself she got one, the crane reaches down and clenches a small black heart plush and lifts it up, Wednesdays watches intently as if drops it down the hatch and to her feet, she takes it, and clenches it hard.
“I.. I did it…” she says, you chuckle and pat her shoulder. Leaning over her shoulder, “Yeah, I’m proud of you Babe. Can I play now?” You ask, Wednesday side steps, as Victory has never tasted so bitterly good for her.
“Of course, I doubt you have the ability to seal the qualms of fate that I have in order to obtain—“ she rambles on, until you insert one quarter, and effortlessly win a plush black bear for her. You hand it to your girlfriend with the most bittersweet smile. She takes it, absolutely speechless.
“Eh? I guess you could say my love for you is Un-bear-able, Eh? Eh?” You say, she looks down at the bear for a few moments but what was probably eons for her, and for the first time in your relationship she looked at you with such terrifying hatred in her eyes. This is the first time you’ve seen her genuinely Mad. She, without much effort tears the bears head off.
“Wednesday?” You ask, your voice shaking a bit as she slowly steps closer and closer to you.
“How? How did you do it?” She says with such scorn in her voice, I’ll vitriolic poison.
“W-what Are you talking about?” You say, slowly backing away as she approaches.
“Your infectious little game, you easily won this bear while I fought tooth and nail inside the gates of hell for this! And you laugh at me?” If words could kill you’d be burned to ash.
“Babe it’s not what you think, I’m just lucky..” you say and end up at the wall of the room, Wednesdays eyes were so devoid of emotion it felt like staring into the void of evil. You were prepared to accept your death, until you felt her palm aggressively grab yours.
“Weds?” You say.
“We, Are going to play, until I get another one.”
“But.. i thought you hated the game.” You respond and she walks with you.
“I refuse to be your lackey, I don’t do Second Place.”
“There’s no leaderboard for a crane game… babe I’m sorry it just comes easy…” you say, but she ignores you, and unfortunately you spend the rest of the day in a Crane game of Life and death. Which you still easily win.
The Day finally ends with you carting around a load of items Wednesday had won, after almost draining your life savings. But for the almost murder that occurred, you didn’t particularly hate it, and you just loved the time you spent with her, as you carry it into the dorm, Enid berates her with Questions and Wednesday answers calmly, but you could see the slightest smile on her face, which made it all with it.
Maybe you’ll bring her back next time, but, avoid the cranes next time.
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Hiii I love your work so much it’s so good
Character: Daryl
Prompts:
It would be better if you stayed away from me.
If I ask you to kiss me, to be with me, in front of all these people, will you do it?
I hate the way that I don’t hate you and I so desperately want to
Scenario: Ex partner
Man I love this combination of prompts! This one's angst is way more like undertone rather than heartbreak, but there's definitely a sense of like bittersweet angst, ya feel me? This is just where my mind went.
It must be difficult for him to watch the other men of Alexandria interact with me, briefly touching my shoulder, giving me eyes that only he had for me for so long.
It's painful that we've been apart from each other for so long but it was for the best, needing to not rely so much on each other if we were to stay alive. We realized that it would be best if the friendship was still there but not so much the dependence and anxiety.
But even though we're not together anymore, I still hold the same dependence and anxiety in my mind and heart towards him. I worry daily that he'll find someone new, someone that'll suit him better and make him feel secure, not so worried.
It would be selfish of the both of us to want each other to just stay alone if we're not meant to be together but there's definitely a mutual feeling of still belonging to each other even though it's not wise to be involved in the ways we used to.
He's always said it complicates things.
But jealousy is possibly the most complicated emotion to have and, based on the daggers that Daryl has been sending in Spencer's direction from across the room, I can tell it's been eating him up inside, so much that he's squirming in his shoes.
So it wasn't a complete shock when he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me outside to sit against the front railing, just looking at me in the dim light coming from the moon. I don't ask him what's wrong, I know what's wrong, but I can tell there's something on his mind as he bites anxiously at the inside of his cheek.
"Why don't you look at me anymore?" He asks hesitantly, a hint of sadness to his voice as I blow out a breath, debating on telling him the truth or to beat around the bush like we normally do.
"I hate the way that I don’t hate you and I so desperately want to." I confess, my gaze dipping to the floor as he moves shamelessly closer to me, his fingers barely brushing mine on the railing.
"Would it be easier for you to?" He asks and my brows furrow and I give him a brief confused shake of my head. "To hate me?"
"Yeah." I respond almost immediately with a small, sad laugh, catching his glance for a moment as the silence and the crickets consume us. I bite at my lip as my heart pounds against my chest, the words on the tip of my tongue so desperately wanting to slip out without my permission. "If I ask you to kiss me, to be with me, in front of all these people, will you do it?" He looks taken back at first, a small, shy smile spreading across his lips as he turns to look back at the booming group through the window.
"This ain't real, sweetheart." He whispers, the name making my stomach swirl in anxious, giddy butterflies. "They're blind to all the shit going on out there. It's not a good idea." He sighs, almost looking as if the words cause him genuine pain and my heart cracks as he takes a step away from me, the distance making my stomach drop.
"Then maybe it would be better if you stayed away from me." I whisper, feeling rejected once again and he shakes his head with soft, sorry eyes.
"Can't. You know that."
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🧡🐰💙Bunny Fics💙🐰🧡
Hey y'all! I'm still alive and I'm still writing, but I wanted to share some bunny fics I've been enjoying! Please go show them some love and I hope one of them fills all your Bunny needs ❣
I Can't Believe It's Not Butters! - LozisLaw (Because of course Lozzie is going to create a fantastic Marjie fic. This fic is one of the inspirations that made me what to write my fic. It takes you right into Butters' psyche as he figures out who Marjie is to him and of course there is tons of angst between Kenny and Marjie. What's a Marjie fic if there is no angst? Please go read!)
don't know where i'm going (i promise it won't be boring) - Aquaphobe (I love the plot and the concept! I'm assuming it's a bittersweet ending since it takes place three days before the world ends, but it's a slow burn and a hurt/comfort with Kenny and Butters at the forefront)
you’re just seventeen and all you wanna do is disappear - deakcore (I don't like chat fics, but this one is an exception XD It mainly focuses on style, but I love how everyone vibes in this one. Just friends being friends XD)
Bad Times at the La Casa Bonita - Icandigelvis (The first chapter out of the second is up, and although no bunny has happened, I'm honestly invested because of the plot. It's based on "Bad Times at the El Royale", so if you've seen that, you'll know what might happen. I have not and I'm on the edge of my seat XD)
Take Us Alive - nekodairy (The fic is based on "It" and I really like how the author adapted it to fit the South Park atmosphere. I love the interaction between the characters and I also love how they take the concept of "It" and made it their own story.)
Bite Me - AHeckenGoodDeviant (Again, fantastic concept, and I love the depth and story behind each character. I'm highly invested in the plot and our bunny boys are met with immense hurt (idk if there is comfort) but there is a hell of a lot of angst. Takes place during a zombie apocalypse and the creativity with how the characters interact with their environment really helps paint a great picture of what conditions people live in now)
(NFSW) Saturday Waffles - LozisLaw (Another LozisLaw recommendation? Color everyone surprised XD She wrote this as a gift for me and it's beautiful. Angst, tension, fluff, hope, the whole nine yards. This one gets pretty dirty so...😏)
May Nothing But Happiness Come Through Your Door - boy-thighs (sop) (This is the epitome of Bunny comfort fics. It's written so well that I honestly think this could be its own canon episode in the SP universe. Kenny tries to make amends with Butters for ruining his birthday and shenanigans ensue from there. Beautiful and absolutely hilarious story!)
(NFSW) Barbie - skr3ex (Butters goes to a male strip club and ends up getting more than he bargained for. It's filthy and smutty so if you need something steamy, here it is. Oh, and bonus: There is some plot to it and that's always a plus in my book XD)
(NFSW) Posessive, Passive & Pensive. - fanbandoms (Again, it's smutty, smutty, smutty, but the plot and the character interactions are really something to read. This is a porn with plot, with emphasis on the first P, and the drama that happens, especially in the first chapter was *chef's kiss*. I hope this one gets finished soon!)
Very Good Bad Thing - UniqueMemoria (A classic mysy/chaos fic and just makes me smile and feel good when I read it. The plot is quite intriguing and I love the addition of the OC the author adds! The author also draws super cute and amazing art so please check them out on insta and tumblr <3)
(NFSW) Twenty Dollars and a Stain on the Couch - Cheylouwho, valzilla (Before diving into this one, please read the tags and archive warnings as this does delve into sensitive topics. That said, I'm in love with this one and jump out of my seat when I see it updated. Every pairing and character has a plot of its own and is connected in an intricate web of crime drama that I look forward to when the characters' storylines intersect with one another. This fills my Law and Order heart with the plot of this fic and god damn do I freaking love all the drama that happens in it! Highly recommend this one!)
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(8. A cancelled/forgotten cartoon you would bring back to television.)
Wander Over Yonder and Invader Zim are my absolute favorite cartoons ever (ignore how tonally different they are TT_TT) and they were both canceled prematurely, but dude... I would bring WOY back in a heartbeat. No contest. With IZ I can sit through every episode and still feel satisfied.. but with WOY it's such a huge punch in the gut watching the S2 ending and knowing there was so much more planned!!! Please please please... I would kill for a movie or something augh... what we got was bittersweet but such a beautiful series deserves a proper ending...
(9. An animated character you remember but nobody else seems to.)
Snap from Chalkzone I will always love you. He is such a character that I would design heh
(11. A non-animated property you would like to see as a cartoon.)
This is hard! Whenever I analyze media I always take into consideration the medium it was released in. I don't think Epic Mickey would make a very satisfying cartoon, for example-- it's not-so-subtlely a game about the power of choices, and making it a less-interactive form of media would take away that bite.
Movies and video games tend to make for bad TV shows because you're stretching out a story and universe that were specifically designed to exist as a movie / video game. So I feel like whatever answer I could come up with for this one wouldn't be reflective of my true feelings.
(19. At what point did you realize a cartoon, any cartoon was starting to get bad?)
There's an episode of the cartoon Rick and Morty where Rick turns into a pickle. It's called "Pickle Rick". In this episode-- "Pickle Rick"-- the character of Rick turns himself into a pickle. And you'd think, what a funny and random premise, what kind of hijinks will ensue from this... and then over half of the episode is spent in family therapy and we find out that Rick turned himself into a pickle because he hates spending time with his family. I hate everyone on this show, and I hate the people writing it.
(18. The worst idea you can think of for an animated series.)
I thought hard about this question and I couldn't really think up a specific answer!
Any idea can be a good one! Shows with cool premises can be (and have been) executed badly, and shows with unassuming premises can be one of the best things you've ever watched. Being a hands-down good writer is really the best thing you can do for your cartoon.
(22. What do you feel makes a cartoon forgettable?)
I tend to more fondly remember shows with a good main character than anything else. I really think characters are the most important part of a story to me, and if the main character isn't likeable or at least compelling, then I'm not gonna think about the world that revolves around them very much... (I really tried to like Danny Phantom ... I did... I could never really find myself attached to the character TT_TT)
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Okay I have loadsss to say!!!
Apologies in advance! It's a long rant. I'm excited.
Spoilers below!
All my ROs are Male so hence the pronouns my MC is a MLM
1. Beck is the most adorable fucking thing in the history of everything. I love him. Omggggggggggggggggg just how could your brain even come up with such a bean of a dude. He seems so stressed but so sweet. I adored his interaction with Jason it was so funny to read. And how much he actually misses his friend. Loved that I can have a crush on him because come on.
On that note tho:
Can I throw Ethan off a bridge???? Like Jesus dude cut it out. I see I'm gonna have issue with him on a beck route because dude doesn't know when to take a step back and not come off as a di....dingleberry!
2. The farewell with the fam was bittersweet as my MC has very complicated feeling towards the parents but Jace is just the best brother ever. Makes me sad I'm an only child.
3. Sids cute. ♥️ just so cute. Friendly and funny. Quite charming.
4. R is such a little lovebug. I love how we cldnt say no to him. And I had to stand up for him because no one gets to push my roommate around especially if they are really hot.
On that note again: ugh I want to punch Hader so badly... but I also want to romance him.. but I also wanted to throw a can at his head..empty can.. calm down.. 🙄 he can be glad he's hot and that I'm Slightly masochistic when doing IFs.. I also go for the your an asshole but i like you routes.. unfortunately 🥲
5. F seems like he is soooo fun! Very charismatic and DRAMATIC lol
6. Question. You said we would encounter EVERY (yes i saw that) RO.... did I see correctly and is there a secret RO.. and does that mean they are in the chapter? If it's Ethan end me now. It's gonna be an enemy to lovers route cuz he is aloooot.
Hmm what else..
I love the little things. Like choosing our aesthetics. Clothes, dorm room set up. It's a nice touch in customization. You love us awww 😭
Was wondering about customization and if MC is gonna have the option to have any piercings or tattoos their family know nothing about.
Oh I did see a bit of a typo I suppose. After Haders scene and meeting F. After you choose your food in the cafeteria. Instead of saying as you take a "bite out of your chicken katsu curry" it says take a "sip" but that's all I noticed. Also if you ever need beta readers.... 👀👀👀👀
Overall I loved the entire update. I can't wait to interact more with everyone. And as I'm on a music scholarship Hader is gonna have to get used to my MC talking back 🙄 it's great. Your writing is great. This is so fun to read and reading it brought a smile to my face. Thank you for working so hard on it. ♥️
Spoilers under the cut, let's break this down!
I love, love, love all the detail!
So I'll try and answer or have a comment for each bit since you made so much effort to give me feedback when you didn't need to.
Fun fact: Sid and the male form of one of the ROs are actually holdovers from an ill-starred short-lived mlm fic I wrote before GGGLU ever existed.
1. I'm so glad you liked Beck! I was worried that people would get irritated with him or end up not liking his personality but I thought the way I wrote him was most authentic to the story I wanted to tell for his route. He's so exhausted but so willing to help and isn't that just the cutest thing ever?
Ethan is Ethan, you'll definitely get your chance to be snarky and put down some fighting words with Ethan in the future. Infact at no point do you have to come to like him for Beck's Route but I can atleast say that there is a reason that he is Beck's University BFF and to a certain extent in my mind it makes his character a lot more...understandable if not your cup of tea.
2. (Obviously) there's the death of the author and I don't get to dictate how others interpret my writing but I'm so glad that you saw it the same way that I saw that scene when I was writing it because to a certain extent parting is a bittersweet moment for the MC regardless of how they feel about Jace and their parents.
3. Sid is adorable, just a ball of pop punk flavored sunshine. Was definitely one of my favorite characters to write in this part of the chapter and as a music scholarship MC you might be seeing more of them...but I'll shut my mouth for now.
4. Yeah I had debated allowing the MC to deny R and totally skip the cafeteria scene but I thought it was more fun if it was a compulsory event and the idea that R already has so much sway over the MC is sorta funny to me.
Hader is a bag of emotions and definitely stormy ones at that, I can't promise he'll ever be B or R levels of adorable but I can say that Riley wasn't lying when he said Hader isn't always like that and that usually he's a little more hot than scary and broody than angry.
The intended effect for my Hader-mancers was that they would want to punch and kiss him at the same time and seeing as they were already simping I had to ramp up the punching bit.
5. Fred is also good fun to write, I keep on saying this but also one of my favorites to write this time round and also one of the hardest for me. I'm not naturally a very dramatic or big personality so it's hard to write someone who is naturally charming and affable, I'm happy it was able to work somewhat as intended.
6. Hehehe the secret RO is in the demo currently and seeing as they're already implemented it's not a particularly big deal for me to reveal them BUT seeing as you guessed wrong I guess I'll be keeping it a secret for a little while longer.
A little hint: part of the reason H is so angry has to do with our beloved secret RO.
7. Customization is going to come as necessary to the story, things like tattoos and piercings are planned to come in part 2 of chapter one.
At some point you'll have a chance to get bigger tattoos but so early in the story the only tattoos you can have hidden from your parents will be pretty small.
8. I do need beta readers 😭😭😭 but I don't know how to get in contact with anyone through the proper routes and I'm famously awful with Discord amongst my friends.
If I ever figure out how to set up a Discord or interact with readers outside of Tumblr itself through the proper routes of communication then you will definitely be at the top of the list!!!
Finally we're at the end, thank you for giving me such a comprehensive breakdown of your experience. I really couldn't and wouldn't be able to write if it wasn't for your encouragement and excitement to push me forward to write.
I'm glad my writing style is atleast palatable and I'm more than ecstatic that it was able to provide a momentary amount of joy when reading.
Thank you for reading!
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In Love With The Same Cat
➥ summary : There’s no Spider-Man without the Black Cat just like there’s no Black Cat without Spider-Man. But what if we had a multiverse dimensional traveling jewelry stealing burglar Black Cat (try saying that seven times fast aye) that traveled across dimensions not only stealing the worlds finest jewels but also the hearts of four unlucky, or lucky depending on how you see it Spider-Man’s and Spider-Women’s hearts.
➥ chapter 14: Unexpected Connections
➥ a/n: I have no beef with Gwen I happen to like her character a lot I just remembered how miles mom reacted to her in the movie and how she acted when miles first interacted with spider bite
Gwen Stacy found herself standing at the door of Miles' house, anticipation bubbling within her. She had come to pay a visit to her friend and fellow hero, hoping to spend some quality time together. As she entered the house, she spotted Miles' mother, Rio, and a small frown creased her forehead.
"Hey, Rio," Gwen greeted cheerfully, unaware of the subtle scowl that formed on Rio's face. She was used to addressing adults by their first names, considering her own unique experiences and the relationships she had formed with various mentors and allies.
Rio's eyebrows furrowed in response. In her eyes, it was a sign of disrespect when a teenager addressed an adult by their first name without being given permission to do so. However, before any tension could escalate, (y/n) arrived with impeccable timing, carrying a delicious dish from a local bakery.
"(Y/n)!" Rio exclaimed, her face lighting up with delight. She appreciated the thoughtful gesture and the way (y/n) had addressed her as "Mrs Morales." To Rio, it was a sign of respect, a gesture that warmed her heart.
Gwen observed the interaction between (y/n) and Rio, her green eyes taking in the ease and familiarity that seemed to exist between them. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, wondering why (y/n) and Rio had connected so effortlessly. A pang of insecurity washed over her as she realized that she might be on the outside looking in.
Miles emerged from the back room, a smile spreading across his face as he spotted Gwen standing there. He greeted her warmly, his excitement evident. However, Gwen couldn't help but notice that his enthusiasm seemed to intensify when he laid eyes on (y/n). They shared a bond that had grown over time, becoming close friends in their shared experiences and adventures.
As Gwen observed their interaction, a mixture of emotions surged within her. She felt a tinge of jealousy, a longing to be the one who had that special connection with Miles. However, she also recognized the value of the bond between female who she hadn’t met yet known as (y/n) and Miles, understanding that friendships were not a competition but a collection of unique connections.
Forcing a smile, Gwen joined in the conversation, watching and engaging with Rio and (y/n) as they exchanged stories and laughter. Despite her inner turmoil, she remained determined to maintain the harmony of the moment. She pushed her personal feelings aside, focusing on the joyous atmosphere that enveloped them and forced one of her own forth.
As the hours passed, Gwen found herself growing more comfortable in the presence of Rio and (y/n). She began to appreciate the unique bond between them, recognizing the strength of their connection and the happiness it brought to both Miles and his mother. While a pang of jealousy still lingered within her, Gwen reminded herself of the importance of friendship and the different roles that each person played in one another's lives.
The visit came to a close, and Gwen bid her farewells, a bittersweet feeling tugging at her heart. As she swung through the city as Spider-Ghost, she reflected on the complexities of relationships and the unexpected twists and turns they could take. She understood that her connection with Miles was unique, even if it differed from the one he shared with (y/n). She resolved to cherish their friendship and embrace the moments they shared, knowing that true connections came in all shapes and forms.
In the web of life, friendships blossomed in unpredictable ways. Gwen accepted that while she may have felt a hint of jealousy, it did not diminish the bond she had with Miles or the importance of her role as a hero. She swung through the city with renewed determination, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead and to cherish the friendships she had formed, even if they didn't fit her initial expectations.
As the night sky embraced her, Gwen marveled at the intricacies of human connections, acknowledging that sometimes, it was in the unlikeliest of circumstances that bonds were forged. And with each swing of her webs, she carried the lessons learned, ready to embrace the unpredictable nature of friendship and the joy it could bring.
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//ooc, of course
Hello! This is a rain world rp/ask blog about my four iterator ocs! This is my first time running one of these, but I've seen people do it and it looks a lot of fun, so here I go! Of coouursee interaction is super encouraged!
These four guys are part of a small group fittingly called The Four Columns Local Group, and they have…a rather bittersweet story, but that was imaginable. So you could ask them about that! Or uh, anything else really, they won't mind, likely . Here's some short introductions to the four fellows…
Rivers Of Dazzling Lights (RODL): (he/they) The senior of the group. Loyal to the ancients to his core, still very invested in finding a solution to the Great Problem. Maybe a bit too much…haven't heard from him for quite some time…
Simple Pile Of Leaves (SPOL): (she/they) Why must she deal with all of these nuisances? She has better things to do than solving impossible conundrums or partaking in depressing conversations. Yet loneliness can come to bite anyone.
Hazy Truths (HT): (he/they/it) He's just trying to hang in there, but trying to appease everyone is simply so complicated…of course, showing it would be a sign of weakness and nobody wants to see weakness. A little scatterbrained, perhaps.
Cacophonic Agreements (CA): (any) Don't you think you're running too much? Take a moment to unwind. Think about all that is around you and beyond. It's alright to be afraid, it's alright to need aid. Always willing to lend a hand.
Art made by me (updated designs!!)
#rain world rp#rain world#iterator oc#rp blog#ask blog#oc rp#rain world iterator#Rw rp#And now we play the waiting game#Four Columns Iterators
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i just come back to read that someone CHOMPED YOUR ARM ???????
WHAT HOW??😭😭 ARE U OKAY HUA WTF??
i'm sorry i haven't been interacting at all😭 uni is keeping me so occupied FUCK DATA SCIENCE 😭😭😭 WHY DOES IT HAVE SM MATH😭😭
anyways, bittesweet🛐🛐🛐🛐 thank you hua genuinely thank u 😭🛐 made my shitty month sm better
also i hope you're doing fine my love, take care of yourself 😭 pls don't let anything else bite you ?? love u the most 🎀
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HI MY LOVE IVE MISSED YOU OMG 😁😁💕
yeah I'm good dw (I think the universe hates me bcs how does this stuff happen to me 🧍♀️)
ALSO PLEASE DONT APOLOGISE FOR BEING BUSY OMG THAT IS SO OKAY uni sucks ass and being a stem girlie is a full time occupation so don't even worry I hope you're okay bcs math is NOT ❌️ the one and every number is a new reason to cry
also I'm so glad you liked bittersweet!! that fic had me doubting all my life decisions ibr 😓😓
I'm doing great and I hope you take care of yourself too my dearest, sending you all the love and lots of hugs 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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I know this excerpt from “Whirlwind in the Thorn Tree” is way over the word limit on this ask game, but I really wanted to get both of these interactions in there—and if it had been consecutive and/or didn’t put me WAY past the limit, I’d have tried to get something similar in there with Ava. I just really love the way they start to come together as this little family of four, these three adults coming in to provide something Loretta never really got for the majority of her childhood right when she’s on the cusp of leaving it, and the bittersweetness of that:
When Raylan is there, she asks him where he was when that thing tore her arm open, why he wasn't there. She refuses to let him touch her. She doesn’t see, doesn’t care about the guilt across his face.
She hears, from the next room, Boyd tell him she doesn't mean it, would never ask that, say that, if she was in her right mind. He can't think that way. It won’t help her. But she takes heavy breaths and doesn't know what’s right or wrong or what she would do or think if she wasn't so hot. Her tears burn her and she can’t think.
Her arm is a furnace on its own. She asks him, begs him, to cut it off once a day. She knows it hurts him, but it hurts her more and he should just cut it off.
After that, she becomes consumed with the idea that she's slowly turning into one of them. That she's dying from the inside out. That her hate will consume her, she must be evil now to say such things.
“No,” he says. He’s forgiven her. “This ain't one of them movies, honey. The bite don't kill, you know that.”
But she shakes her head and says he's lying. He shouldn’t do that to protect her. Then she pleads with him, she says maybe he's right, but if she does turn, he's got to put her down.
“You’ve got to do it,” she cries. She makes him promise. “Promise,” she says, “promise.”
And he does so she'll sleep.
The fever spikes and she loses whatever strength her anger and fear had given her. They’re able to feed her, but she sleeps for hours afterwards. She can’t think to form words, can’t concentrate.
She only gets flashes of the hallucinations now, the waking dreams. Boyd comes to see her. He sits on her bed, just at the edge, grave-faced and looking tired. He tells her he was ill, on account of the poison, he couldn’t be in the room without retching. She frowns and traces the outline of a bullet hole in his chest with a shaky finger. She knows its not really there.
He looks into her fearful eyes and says quietly, “That’s where Raylan got me, when he first came back home. It just missed my heart.” He speaks more fondly than she can account for.
“Raylan?” she whispers, voice not coming any louder.
“I couldn’t believe it either,” Boyd says with a smile. “But he did warn me, with a great deal of sincerity. And I was the criminal, you understand. And I had a gun. I thanked him for it later.”
She thinks about what the old miner, Amos, said. What she thinks he was saying. She licks her dry lips.
“You’re tired, honey,” he says and gets up to leave.
She puts her hand on his and he pauses. “You love him,” she says and he sits back down.
The blood from his wound seeps slow to her eyes and she wonders if that’s how it really was when it happened. She puts her hand back on it, but he pulls it off gently and down into his lap. He looks at her like she’s too smart for her own good and says, “We do.”
She frowns again then tries to say, “If I--”
His hand tightens around hers, hard enough to hurt. He tells her, “I won’t hear you talk like that, Loretta,” in the most dangerous tone she’s ever heard him use.
She’s just so tired and so hot and she doesn’t know what she’s thinking. She thinks this must be hell, she can barely remember what life was like before. She shakes her head and turns away, too hot to even produce tears.
He kisses her forehead and leaves her to sleep.
I love this fic so much. I just think that the show gives us these characters who have so many reasons to love each other and then spends a disproportionate amount of time pulling them apart. I always want to write fic that brings them together.
There's room for Boyd and Ava and Raylan to love each other and space for Loretta to be loved by so many parents. Canon shows us that Mags saw something in her that would be easy for others to see too. She's smart and hard and cunning. She's a survivor, which you have to be in Harlan. It makes the adults around her, who also came up how she did, want to love her more and protect her.
There's no question in Boyd's mind that he will literally ingest poison to save this girl's life. Raylan's not happy about it, but he would have done the same thing.
Loretta calls him out for not being there because she's been in a place where it felt like no one would come and she hates that feeling. But she only voices it because (she's fever-stricken and vulnerable) but now she EXPECTS Raylan to be there. And that's amazing. It's almost a gift, honestly. He's her parent now!
I always meant to evoke something almost supernatural in this fever. Like, zombies are magic. So this fever lets you see the injuries someone's sustained that could have killed them. The near misses.
Travis, the doctor, is noted to have had a cut on his forehead in Loretta's fever dreams. In the fic I haven't written yet, he has a backstory on a horse farm where he almost got his head caved in by a stray hoof.
I also like the idea that without antibiotics or other modern medicine, this fever will turn you inside out before it kills you or you recover. And like, Loretta gets it. She thinks she's going to die, and even then she's already taken in Raylan as a parent. SHE wants to make sure HE will be okay. I just love her. 😭
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In vino veritas [dazai x gn reader]
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Chapter 6/?
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TW: alcohol and dazai tries not to make a sexual remark at one point
“You’re supposed to put your hand on my shoulder blade, you know?”
Slightly nudging his hand a bit upwards I continued talking.
“This is my butt you’re touching.”
“No way! This is your waist.”
“I think I know my own anatomy better than you do”
Now he was biting his lip. Yep he’s definitely trying not to make the a bit too sexual remark that would fit perfectly.
“Don’t you dare say it.”
“I’m gonna say it.”
“Dazai, no.”
“Dazai, yes!”
Now too busy laughing he stepped on my foot.
“Oh shit I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine! It’s fine!”
This made us laugh even harder. He threw his head back. His adam's apple moved slightly while he laughed.
He collected himself soon after to continue talking:
“You look very mean but you’re actually very fun to be around Ophelia.”
“No one has ever said that to me to be honest.”
“That you look mean or that you’re fun?”
“That I’m fun. I get that ‘oh you look a bit unpleasant’ thing a lot.”
“Yeah I thought so.”
“Hey!”
Yep he deserved that (lighthearted) slap on his arm. He just smiled. And so did I. Just a peaceful, joyful moment between the two of us. Just the two of us. I’ve never imagined myself being so happy in Japan. So happy with him. Stumbling over our own feet in my small living room we had the time of our lives. I may not know why I let him in or how he managed to find a place in my heart but for now I was content.
I was quiet for too long and as always the detective saw right through me.
“Ophelia, you’re thinking again.”
“Don’t worry this time it’s nothing depressing.”
“So what are we thinking about, huh?”
“About this memory we’re making right now.”
This earned me a small chuckle from him.
“I think it’s going to land in the ‘the few happy moments I’ve got to experience in this life’ drawer in my brain.”
“When it comes to my little brain library” Dazai looks right at me “I think so too.”
I was right. This memory did indeed end up in a tiny little happy file in both of our “brain libraries” as he told me at another of our meetups later on. And I cherish this moment, this night, to this day. I really think Dazai made me experience pure happiness, not a bad intention or motive behind our actions, for the first time in years. And so I laughed and danced and drank with him, not caring about the tripping over feet or the emptying of bottles and smell of cheap booze.
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What I did not realize was that just like those bottles left in my kitchen I would remain empty the next morning as well. He must’ve left sometime in the middle of the night while I was already asleep. I had offered him my couch. After refusing the offer at first he decided to lie down and sleep. I begged him to. With his face red and not being able to stand straight at the end of our drinking escapades he was not more sober than I was.
To your information I was absolutely hammered. I ended up waking up in my everyday clothes. Those I had also greeted him in. I must’ve ended up passing out after Dazai had drifted off to sleep.
But while being oh so aware of the fact that I was alone again I couldn’t ignore the cozy blanket I was tugged into. I couldn’t recall ever having thrown one over myself last night.
It was a bittersweet morning after. You only ever realize what you had, what you missed out on, after you’ve had it, after you’ve experienced it. And now that his laughter didn’t fill the room I became painstakingly aware of how the solitude I thought I always had was never truly solitude. It was loneliness.
I could be as strong and cunning as ever, invincible even, but I was in desperate need of human interaction. I was human and just became aware of that fact again.
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[Holy shit this took me way too long. But here I am! Ready to serve! I can’t promise that I’m going to be consistent tho. Still hope you enjoy either way. And please drink some water and unclench your jaw. I know you should be doing both.]
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