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wampabampa · 2 months

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Redesigns Redesigns Redesigns !

And a rename!

🪲☀️🪲☀️🪲☀️🪲☀️🪲

More info below + solo + sketches below cut!

Because I had redesigned cheddar I was looking back at my other two favorite girls, Riley and Boon, and found myself cringing at their designs. They were…okay! But not good anymore! Riley still looked like a sona despite her now being her own character and boon…boon was something else

🐜🐜 Riley Red 🐜🐜

When redoing Riley I wanted her to look super sweet but is surprisingly rude despite her appearance (cliché diner server from the movies). So making her shorter and chubbier instead of mean and lean looking like previously got that part down, all that was left was the hair which was thankfully easy thanks to her design for @/evillillad metal au I realized she look good af with bangs! I also ,add it more everywhere because she only has time to fix her bangs before back to running food! (Also gave her a beaded bracelet that is the same colors as poppy’s neck feathers) (they are gfs cause I said so)

But otherwise Riley is still the same! Same mean lesbian that hates her green bean rival who makes absolutely rancid hot dog combinations across the street

Regarding her diner: still working on an overall design but 85% of the dishware was made by Wally Darling (and friends)! Riley commissioned him for it. The rest she bought from (unfortunately) Howdy!

If she has any merchandise it would likely be similar to those toy kitchen sets or a paint it yourself dish kit for kids

🌧️🌧️ Misty Gloom 🌧️🌧️

For Misty Gloom (Originally Boon Gloon) I wanted them to be something else entirely. I disliked their original designs because while it was fun at the time it got annoying pretty fast. They were originally made for nsfw but I never actually did it! So last night after smoking a bowl with my bestie I came up with the idea: Rain Monster. Rainbow monsters exist, so why can’t a rain monster? So I got to work on making them look as wet as possible- their horns based off sea lettuce and their hair made to look like jelly, I actually got happy with the idea! The bottom of their feet and the palms of their hands I wanted to make it look like and ombré similar to rainbow monsters (I would say they are distant cousins!) for the clothes Rain monsters usually wear loose fitting clothing so I made them wear a caftan dress that was popular in the 70s

Info regarding rain monsters: Rain Monsters are a lot taller than rainbow monsters. They have longer arms fingers and more unique horn shapes and colors (made to look like camouflage). Similar to rainbow monsters when it comes to flowers, rain monsters actually whisper to the clouds and help them collect rain. Think of it like caring for animals and farming! Once the clouds have collected enough water they guide them where to go as a way to keep everything balanced. Throughout the forest and towns they have rain water buckets which they collect after every storm. What they do with it is a mystery. Rain monsters, at least most, are a very reclusive group, often staying away from others that aren’t their own. Of course they will talk to you, but don’t expect them too be excitable like their cousins the rainbow monsters!

Misty would normally be slouched over but for height comparisons I made them stand up straight for this one!

Misty would probably not have any merchandise herself but her species overall the merch would be make your own horns kit or a rain collector bucket

🐭🐭 Cheddar close ups 🐭🐭

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somnolentdipso · 2 months

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Coax the Masses

Go on and allow me to be the reason for what you do?

Let my voice guide you and whisk your mind away to fulfill my wishes.

Should we allow our desires to influence us and awaken the untapped potential of our subconscious?

How about satisfying your hunger with some delicious food? You could grab a bag of mouth-watering burgers and crispy fries from a fast-food joint, dig into the scrumptious leftovers from yesterday's grand feast, or indulge in that tub of creamy ice cream you've been saving for a rainy day. It's time to treat yourself to some lip-smacking goodness. Whatever you have is going down your throat while I tell you what a greedy calorie hog you are being. Are you ready to eat? Good, you haven’t been getting enough praise for all your work growing so huge. Don’t speak. Just keep your food hole filled while I talk. That gut has gotten more prominent again. It doesn’t matter what the scale says. With one look

at you, anyone could tell you are much bigger than you should be. All that late-night snacking has been catching up with you. Now you are a soft jiggle ball of fat. You won’t be for long, though. I want you to keep eating until you feel like you will pop. I am not here to help you eat a small snack; I am much too mean for that. I am here corrupt and tease you while you gorge on food. Don’t forget to keep stuffing yourself, by the way. It would help if you didn’t slow down anytime soon. If you aren’t anywhere close to being done with eating for me. Keep those fat saggy arms moving, fatass.

If you sweat, it better be from being too full to get up without being a huffing mess. Keep eating all those extra calories to keep those pounds on. I want to hear your labored breath as you lick your hands clean of sauce or crumbs. Every bit of food is going down. Don’t even try to stop yourself. It feels too good to be told to eat like an overgrown piggy. You can’t fight the pleasure, and you know I don’t care how full you get. I only care about seeing your desperate struggle to fit into your clothes at the end of this. I hope you have something stretchy since your belly won’t fit into any button-downs you may have on. If they still do, you better be ready to get more food. For now, those grunt, groan, oink if you want to. There is only me, and you are here.

Be the nasty fatty you want to be. Consume without a care in the world. Who cares how messy you get if your belly is round and tight? The faster you eat, the fatter you get. Be careful not to choke, though. Drink lots of water to get everything down, or drink lots of sugar. I want you to be scared by how much you are eating. I will ensure you get a bit more in, however much you usually eat. Don’t stop eating. You can rub your aching belly if you need to. Maybe even get some burps out, but you will keep eating. If you are out of food, get more. I don’t care if you have to make more, order extra, or start eating spoonfuls of butter; I want your belly to ache. You know you want it too.

When your belly hurts so good, you know you are getting fatter. You might even grow some stretch marks at this rate. Do you know how you can satisfy me? Finish whatever you are eating and take a nice long look at yourself. Look at how round you got for me. You are so fat, you know that, but you are a good piggy. You just kept gorging till I said so, didn’t you? It would help if you did this every day. Think about how sexy you would look with a belly too full to move. Think about being in a pile of thousands of calories, all meant to turn you into a whale. Keep eating till you think I am delighted. Here is a hint: I want you moaning uncontrollably. Keep being a fat fuck, you sexy glutton.

DMs open for thoughts n inspiration

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pomegrantemoths88 · 10 months

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Ch.5 Repatching (Till We're Safe: AU The Maze Runner, Gally x FemReader)

“I have to say, I’m very disappointed in you. If I'd known this silly situation of yours would have affected your work, I would’ve-*sigh*.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it'd be this difficult.”

“I believe you.”

I woke up in the middle of the night, barely being able to hold on to whatever fleeting conversation that was. Was it a memory? It was the voice of another woman. But as quickly as it came, it quickly left, leaving me in tears.

Just as I realized daylight was pouring in, I heard the screeching gateways of the maze open. The dream would have to wait another time, I didn’t want to process whatever fleeting memory that might’ve been, it was entirely too painful to think about.

Breakfast was fine and went by with no trouble, then I got the news broken to me by Alby. Apparently I’d start med-jack work a day earlier than expected. All on Gally’s recommendation.

I started my day with Clint and Jeff, we went around the Glade and set up supplies and repatching Gladers up, tending to some colds and alleviating allergies, which provided a nice distraction, for a while anyway.

I realized I couldn’t help but feel upset, why the hell didn’t he let stay with them another day. Is a day with me too insufferable? Did I do anything wrong? If it was my lack of work, it wouldn’t have been my fault anyway, the prick shank didn’t let me work. And why the hell was I getting upset over this? It’s not like I wasn’t excited to do med-jack work.

While I wrestled with my thoughts, we headed to the Builders. I could hear my biggest source of stress mouthing off already. Something about how they needed to be more careful with handling the support beams amongst other things, who even cared. How the guys haven’t told him off already blew me, if it was me I’d hav-

“Hey Clint, we’re all good today.”

“Hey Gally, my legs kinda shucked up.”

“You’ll live.”

“I can take a quick look at it.”

“Since when are you quick?”

“You know what you are? You’re difficult. You are a very difficult man. Difficult to work with, difficult to talk too-”

“And anybody could say the same about you princess.”

“Stop calling me princess, was being difficult the reason I’m not working with the builders for this last day?”

“You slowed us down yesterday.”

A quiet “not true” chimed from a crowd of builders taking a small water break, and Gally shot them a look.

“Will both of you just shut up and kiss already, shucking hell it’s painful to watch!”

Jeff's irritated statement started an uproar of laughs, gasps and two very embarrassed, bright red faces facing his direction. I quickly finished up the builder I was helping and we left swiftly, and I couldn’t help but smile at Gally telling them to shut up in the distance.

After everyone ate dinner and decided to use downtime to relax, I realized I forgot to put some things away in the med-jack room. I walked in to see Gally struggling to repatch his hand wound from my second day. And I couldn’t help but notice he had some new cuts on his hands too.

“Why didn’t you say anything about the cuts earlier?”

He was startled not realizing I was in there.

“Fuck, don’t sneak up like that.”

“You need help.”

“I’m doing fine, just go relax, it's after hours, what are you even doing here?”

“First of all you’re in MY area and I came because I forgot to put some things away. Just let me redo it.”

Finally admitting defeat, he sat on one of the chairs and held out his hand. As I started cleaning his wounds, I noticed the many smaller scars he had littered all over his hands. I turned around to reach the aloe and he broke the silence.

“I’m sorry about Jeff earlier.”

Him apologizing was something new and almost uncomfortable.

“It was kind of funny.”

He shot me a confused but incredulous look that for some reason pulled on my heartstrings.

“It was embarrassing.”

“Why? Because somebody told you the truth?”

“What truth would that be?”

“You’re difficult, stubborn, irritating-”

“Watch it greenie. Just remember I went easy on you in the sand pit.”

I found myself starting to enjoy whatever game this was, sure he was still the bane of the Glade but of course someone has to tell him.

“So I’m not wrong?”

“*scoff* You think you’re any better? You’re stubborn, overconfident, dramatic and shucking irritating ”

“Please I’m a damn joy to be around, and you know it too.”

“Yeah Joffrey sure thinks so for some reason.”

He stood up from his chair as I rewrapped the new bandage on his hand, I didn’t notice how much closer we had gotten.

“Are you jealous?”

“Watch it.”

There was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite determine but for some reason I wanted to keep poking at it.

I think it was time to admit a growing problem, and it was getting impossible to ignore, while I had come to despise Gally, he was so fucking attractive. There was no way any of us had room for whatever this was going to lead up to, how could I even think of entertaining this?

And yet, these small interactions with Gally are sometimes the only things on my mind. I loved and hated it at the same time.

I should’ve stopped here but shucking hell, that look of frustration fills my heart.

“Why?”

And in a soft but frustrated tone,

“You know why.”

I didn't know how to respond, and in just the nick of time, I had finished repatching his wound. The smart part of me kept suggesting I end whatever this was, and yet another more louder part wanted to know more. But as Gally walked away he said,

“You shouldn’t come by the Builders for a while.”

No, I couldn’t do that.

“I’m sorr-”

“Don’t be.”

He walked away and I went back to whatever I needed to do originally, for some reason my mind was emptier than I thought possible.

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minty-butter · 2 years

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Dandelions (RegulusxReader)

A/N: I stopped writing fanfics a few years ago, but I was listening to Dandelions by Ruth B and got an idea for fanfic and had to write it, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: y/n never thought they’d fall for their best friend, Regulus. Always ignoring the signs that they were in love thinking they were just happy to have him in their life until they realized in 5th year while attending a ball together.

Warnings: nothing but fluff

Maybe, it's the way you say my name

“Hey y/n, did you finish yesterday’s potions essay?” Regulus asked while approaching you in the halls.

Regulus usually helps you with any potions assignments since it’s never been your best subject, but yesterday he had to attend quidditch practice, so he didn’t have time to help. “Surprisingly, yes I did” you answered. You were digging through your bag to look for the piece of parchment to ask him if it sounded good enough to turn in.

“Because of your help I’ve been having fewer difficulties with all of the assignments thankfully, also could you read it quickly? I want to know if it sounds decent at least” You asked as you found the parchment and passed it to Regulus. His smooth yet rough hand brushed against yours as he took the parchment. You very faintly blushed as you pulled your hand away.

“Sure, I’ll read it while we head to class” Regulus replied. He started walking ahead of you as you briefly wondered why you wished you could have kept your hand in his or held his hand while walking to your first class of the day.

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

There was a kid who lived next to your house when you were around 11 or 12 whom you used to play with almost every day. He was probably your first crush thinking about it now. His family was moving that summer before you went back to Hogwarts for your second year, you had been sad that he would be leaving and asked if he’ll write to you. He promised he would, but never did even after you sent a letter to him. When you realized that he probably wasn’t going to ever send you one you were sad and asked your mom why he didn’t write back when he promised he would.

“Some people lie and make promises they won’t keep, honey. But don’t worry, one day you’ll find someone who will love you till the ends of the earth and would do their best to keep your promises, " she said. “How long will it take to find that person? I don’t like people breaking promises, even worse if it’s a pinkie promise” You asked.

“You will one day, and when you do find them hold on to them tightly. That type of love will only come once in your life” she said as she bent down and hugged me. You wondered what she meant at the time, but now you think you Understand.

And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

After your parents dropped you off at the Hogwarts Express for your 3rd year, they waved bye to you till you could no longer see them, you started looking for a compartment you can read the book your dad had gifted you when he came back from a business trip in France. You found an empty compartment, put your luggage on top of the shelf, then took out the book to begin reading it. After a few pages, someone knocked on the door and slid it open. You looked up and saw a cute dark-haired boy with light eyes.

“Sorry to barge in, but could I join you in here? Some of the students were getting loud where I was before, and I’d like to read in peace” He had asked. “Oh sure, come in”. He walked in and sat on the seat opposite of you. “My name is Regulus Black, what about you? I don’t think I’ve seen you before”

“y/n y/l, I’m usually in my dorm or the library studying potions, which is probably why you haven’t seen me” You replied. He noticed the book in your hand and asked you about it. “Hey, isn’t that a popular book right now in France?”. “Is it? My dad got me it from his trip there, it’s supposed to be a romance and mystery novel” You replied. You asked about his book, and he told you what it’s about. The rest of the train ride you guys were discussing all the books you’ve read. You both have been close friends ever since.

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

On a warm august evening, you and Regulus were sitting under a tree next to the river that was near your house. You were doing some assignments that were given to do over the summer while Regulus was reading a book. In the corner of your eye, you saw a cluster of Dandelions and walked toward them. Regulus watched as you picked one of them and asked “What are you doing?”. “Did you know that there’s a legend where if you blow all the seeds of a Dandelion off in one breath, then the person you love will love you back?” You answered.

“Really? Where did you hear about that?” asked Regulus. “ My mom told me when I was a kid, she also said if you make a wish and blow on it, it will come true”. You passed it to Regulus and told him to make a wish. He took it then closed his eyes for a bit thinking about what to wish for then blew on it. “What did you wish for?” You asked. “If I tell you, it won’t come true. I’ll tell you if it does happen” He replied.

And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

During breakfast in your 5th year a week before Christmas, Dumbledore had called the attention of everyone in the Great Hall. “I have a big announcement to make, so if you all will listen, please” He paused and waited for the students to quiet down before continuing his announcement. “As you all know, this upcoming week is Christmas. This year we will be holding the Yule Ball on Christmas Eve.” He continued to talk about the details of the ball while I looked over at Regulus, he was already looking at me. We made a silent agreement to talk about it after breakfast is over.

After breakfast, you both met up in the halls near the courtyard. “It seems like everyone is excited about the ball, are you?” Regulus asked while approaching you. “Kind of, it seems like it might be fun at least” You replied.

“There are many people already talking about taking dates, do you have anyone in mind?” He asked. You briefly thought about telling him you wanted to go with him, but you brushed those off. Surely, he must want to take someone else. “Hmm, not really” You replied, “What about you?”. “I don’t have anyone in mind, why don’t we go together?” He asked. You blushed at the idea of going with him and turned away so he wouldn’t see your red face. “Sure, it would be better than going with someone else” You accepted.

The day of the Yule ball finally approached while you and your roommates in your dorm were getting ready for the event. “You look great, y/n. You’re going with Regulus, right?” the Blonde-haired roommate had asked. You timidly said yes and continued getting ready. “I hope you two have fun, you’re such a cute couple” They all continued getting ready while you stopped. You were flustered at the thought that other students in Hogwarts might have thought you two were a couple.

Regulus was waiting for you with a Lavender rose pin in hand. When you walked up to him, he handed the rose to you. “You look breath-taking y/n” He complimented. You blushed and said thank you while accepting the rose. He helped you pin it to your outfit, then wrapped your arm around his and lead you to the Great Hall. They were playing soft classical music in the hall. You were in awe of how they had decorated it. It looked like you just walked into a winter wonderland. “Welcome to the Yule Ball everyone, we hope you enjoy yourselves tonight and we all wish you a Happy Christmas” Dumbledore said while everyone was entering.

You both went to get a table with your other friends and chatted for a while. You were snacking on some of the food they had set out before Regulus invited you to dance. You slowly made your way to the area they cleared out. Regulus got into position, one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand. As the music started, you both were swaying across the dancefloor having fun. Mid-dance you suddenly wished that you could be like this forever. Regulus put both his hands on your waist so he could pick you up and spin you around. You were in love.

Realizing that all the times you had been flustered by his actions, not knowing that you were in love. You suddenly blushed brightly. “Are you okay? Your face is all red.” Regulus noticed and asked. “Nope, everything is fine” you answered. Regulus stood quiet for a moment before leading you away from the dancefloor and taking you back to the table. “Are you sure? If you’re not feeling well, I can take you back to your dorm”. “Don’t worry I feel fine, let’s continue enjoying the ball” you assured him. The rest of the night you enjoyed talking and dancing with your friends and Regulus.

Before you arrived at the common room, Regulus pulled you aside and asked to speak with you privately. He took you to the astronomy tower and started observing the stars before turning to you. “That’s the star I was named after” Regulus pointed out to the night sky. You managed to find it and started admiring all the stars. When you looked back at Regulus, you found he was already staring at you.

“Is that all you pulled me away from the common room for?” You joked. He chuckled and walked towards you. “No, I was just buying time to prepare myself” He answered. You looked at him confusingly. “y/n…I have something to confess” Regulus paused for a second, seemingly to calm his nerves. “I’ve fallen in love with you. That day back in 3rd year when we met, it was like love at first sight. You were kind to me the whole conversation and we shared so many of the same interests. This past year has made me see how much of a great person you are and how I’d love to be called your boyfriend, maybe even husband in the future. So, I planned to confess to you tonight…y/n, this may be a bit forward, but I’d love to be called yours, so will you go out with me?” Regulus confessed. You were in shock, you thought that he liked someone else. Not to mention only tonight did you discover that you’re in love with him.

You must’ve been silent for a while because Regulus seemed nervous. “It’s fine if you don’t feel the same” he stated nervously. “Huh? Sorry I was just a little shocked…I realized just tonight when we were dancing that I’m in love with you, so it was all so sudden to me, but yes, I’d love to have you as my boyfriend” you said happily.

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

He gave you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. You felt yourself fall for him even more. Regulus approached you “Then, is this okay?”. He pulled you into his arms and locked his lips with yours. His lips felt warm and soft, and you felt him smile into the kiss. You started smiling as well. It felt like fireworks were going off in your stomach, you wrapped your hands in his hair and pulled him closer to you. When you both pulled away, he laid his forehead against yours and smiled again. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long, I’m happy to finally be yours” Regulus admitted.

Wishing on dandelions all of the time Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

You were feeling extremely nervous right now, your friends were helping you calm down and get ready. “Don’t worry y/n, everything will be fine” your blonde-haired friend reassured. “What if someone forgets the rings, or-” you panicked. “It’ll all be okay; don’t worry about that we’ll make sure everything goes right. You focus on having the best wedding, okay?” They said reassuringly. You sighed and nodded. One of your other friends walked into the room and asked “Okay, it’s time, are you ready?”. “As I ever will be” you said with a nervous smile.

Your mom was waiting for you near the wedding aisle. “Oh, you’re here. Are you ready, honey?” she asked. You nodded and looped your arm with hers. “I told you, you’d find that person one day.”

“It’s time. Let’s start walking down” She looked at you with an adoring smile. You both started walking down the aisle when the music began. Regulus was at the Wedding arch looking at you walk down with your mom, smiling. Your mom handed your hand over to Regulus and walked to her seat.

After the officiator’s speech, Regulus started saying his vows “I promise to always love you and do the little things to make you happy, I vow that we will be a family forever and I’ll always make time for you”. You teared up a bit at his vows and continued to say yours “I vow to be grateful for every day I share with you. Even on the bad days, I’ll promise to always communicate and work through our problems together.” You both say your “I do’s” and exchange rings. Then, the officiator says, “ You may now kiss the bride”. Regulus pulls you into his arms and kisses you, just like he had 6 years ago. It still felt like fireworks even after all these years.

“My wish that summer before 4th year was for you to be mine” Regulus whispered in your ear.

When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive and free When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy

A/N: Lmao this was supposed to be a short fic, but I got carried away. It ended up being 2,376 words when I planned it to be 800 at most💀 Also, a lavender rose means love at sight, so regulus fell for the reader first💜

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i-love-you-all · 10 months

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For the shuffle music ask: Breach x Sage (or alternatively solo sage)?

Thank you for the ask! I did Breach/Sage for this one, and I think I'll do Sage solo afterwards bc she does not get a large spotlight in this one as it's mostly from Breach's POV. It's a Nurse!Sage and Criminal! Breach. My choice to make Sage a nurse instead of a doc was because of how I see her. She's more hands on, nurturing, aka more likely to be at the patient's bedside instead of coming in to check every few hours and being the one to diagnose/order tests. Viper would be a doctor in this tho!

The song I got for this one is Mika's Dr. John. The full outline is below the cut. Bold parts are the actual lyrics, everything else is me :))

These are fun, so if anyone else also wants to send in an ask, please do! (Link here to the original post I made)

I look for joy in a strange place; From the back of the bar, from afar

Scene starts in a busy bar that belongs to Breach, or rather, his family, on a friday evening. Breach, still healing from wounds is seated somewhere shady and secluded to finish up “business”. Sage comes in with a couple friends.

Breach notices right away bc her style is so different from others. Wraps up his part as soon as he can and walks over.

“Strange, I walk into your place of business yesterday, and now you come into mine. Almost like fate or destiny huh?”

Sage is ready to leave the bar, remembering that she doesn’t like this guy

Viper gets along well with Breach, he handles her bluntness well, and he’s not put off by anything she says.

But how kind he is to her friends, and by extension Sage, maybe gives her doubts? After all, no one’s an angel when they’re in pain.

He leaves her alone, and for a bit, she forgets about him until they’re about to leave when he maybe sends them home w extra food or helps them call a taxi.

I see the look on my mama's face. When her son's in the corner, undone. She says that my life is over: "Boy, you don't know what you got till it's gone. Come put your head upon my shoulder” She gave me her hand, but I ignored her.

Breach has to reconcile with the idea that his business is not safe and so there’s no point in thinking about the nurse, and that he’s heard the stories and seen firsthand what people will do to hurt someone. Their aim often strays in their attempt to ruin their target.

His mother comes by his apartment to make sure he’s eating well and that he’s not taking the pressure from his father too hard.

She shows him a picture that one of his partners (Raze) took of him and Sage and sent it to his mom.

She asks him about his happiness and if this is what he actually wants to spend the rest of his life doing.

“Haven’t you ever thought about resting? Picking up from your fears and making something nice out of them?”

His answer is no, and when she asks if he wants help, again he refuses.

Oh, Dr. John, What am I doing, what am I doing wrong? 'Cause I keep on trying. Something ain't going, something ain't going on, Dr. John

A scene where Breach is rambling to Raze about his fears about what’ll happen to them if he can’t find a way out of this target on his back. She has complete faith in him and what he can achieve. Almost to a foolish amount, she truly believes that they’ll make it out of this war alive and well.

“Can we stop talking about this? It’s pulling down my mood, man.” (Raze) “What will you do after?”

Breach has no answer because he has no plans. This is all he’s known, one war to another. The opponent always changes, and sometimes, his allies too.

I see the look on my daddy's face. When his son's fallin' over, undone. Father, my life is over. I didn't know what I had, now it's gone Can I lay my head upon your shoulder? If I fall asleep, will it be over?

Breach gets bad news about his brother. He’s stable, but it’ll be a slow recovery. Like Breach predicted, the target widens every time they learn about someone he cares about. And this takes all wind out of his sails. He just wants this fight to end, even if it ends with his death.

He doesn’t realize that well, this is the hospital where Sage works until he talks with Viper (the Dr) and recognizes her.

Sage does come in later, covering for another nurse for the day, and she sees Breach alone, last of his family to leave the hospital, with his head between his knees as he’s trying to think about his next move.

Breach wants to end this as quickly as possible.

Sage gets him a cup of coffee and they talk

They talk about how he’s in the hospital quite often, and Breach divulges that it didn’t used to be like this.

They talk about family, and that his brother was his father figure for a long time and so if he lost his brother…

She makes the leap of assumptions and implies that Breach is part of a gang or some sort of organized crime, and she asks why

Family? It’s just what was expected.

“If you could do anything in the world, what would you want to do?”

Breach has no answer.

Sage might’ve wanted to be a gardener or a botanist. Hospitals can get hectic, and she loves her meditative activities.

First establishment of a connection of some sort until she needs to move on with her shift, and he goes home.

You say I'm a big heartbreaker, but Doctor, I'd never hurt you. Isn't it obvious?

This would come in much later in the story. Maybe they’ve been dating for a month or two. It’s a private dinner in the bar that’s been closed for the day. This is when the finale of the gang/crime war happens, and Breach needs to find a way to defend himself, protect Sage, call backup, and win. At the very end of it, when Sage finally realizes just how deep into all this stuff Breach is, they have a serious conversation.

Sage is able to protect herself and hold her own in a fight (martial arts if ppl come close to try and take her hostage but obviously, Sage doesn’t feel safe.

She knows how cyclical this is. Another group will want revenge on Breach, and then the next and the next, and that’s assuming Breach doesn’t die. She’s seen it too much in the hospital. She also knows that more than just the guilty parties get caught in the crossfire.

Also, Sage doesn’t want to patch up her partner after every fight.

Breach is falling hard for her and though he knew the answer, he doesn’t want to let her go either.

He promises things like he would never let anything hurt her, and that he never meant to wound her like this.

She admits that it feels a little like heartbreak, and he can do nothing but accept that.

How would I end this? I think it would lead to Breach dealing with the aftermath and the revenge plots like Sage predicted. I think she overhears something at the hospital and goes to warn him but arrives barely in time and it’s her, Breach, and Raze fighting their way out before a large event (explosion or something similar). Breach gets hospitalized and with some strings pulled with Viper and Sage, Breach and Raze are pronounced “dead”. They get their new start, and Breach moves on to his passion project, maybe something simple at first like mechanics, maybe car detailing, and Raze can help paint cars. Something simple.

#Thank you for sending that in!#it was fun :))#valorant #valorant fanfic #valorant breach #breach #valorant sage #sage #breach x sage #tremorheal #my writing

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softxsuki · 2 years

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Announcement: Hiatus :(

I hate to do this. I really really hate to do this especially since I received a new urgent requests today and I’m also in the middle of a match up event. But I’ve tried to hold on this past week and I feel like I’m just getting worse every day.

Here’s what’s going on: My mother is mentally abusing me. She has been since I was a child. I’ve gotten used to it as I’ve grown, but the more independent I become, the more she disrespects me and tries to walk all over me. Today was my breaking point… i worked on Friday and Saturday, had a good time at six flags (an amusement park) with my friends on Sunday. On Saturday my mom complained to me in the morning about me not doing my part around the house and just throwing me down with her words. I was so upset that morning that I almost hit another car while backing out of my driveway. It was scary. I cried the whole way to work.

Now come today (I worked today and I’ll be working everyday till Friday with only one day off on Saturday and then I’m back to work for another 2 days) and I got home around 7pm. I ate, rested for a bit bc my feet hurtttttt from being on them all day and also from all the walking I did yesterday. Anyway since I’ve been so busy at work I’ve haven’t had a chance to wash my clothes so my laundry basket is completely full. Around 8pm I put in my first load of clothes. It washes, then I put it to dry. I throw my second load in and get back to trying to write.

My mom comes home and already she’s in a bad mood. She wants to wash her work clothes so she stops the washing machine (my clothes still have 30 min left) and starts taking my dripping wet clothes out of the washing machine. I start getting upset bc ???? Hello??? What are you doing??? And I tell her to stop and that I’ll put her clothes to wash and to dry once mine finish. But she WONT have that. She starts throwing my clothes on the floor so I try and push her away to get her to stop, but she’s being persistent. I was fuming at this point and so I just walked away bc I didn’t want to do something I’d regret. I start screaming at her and run up to my room. My dad comes to comfort me bc I’m just feeling horrible.

I’m religious y’know so my mom sends me a text later saying this. “The Bible says to honor your mother and father so that your days will be long. Ask God for forgiveness”… like girl the Bible also says to not provoke your children to anger by the way you treat them. Trying to make herself a victim and trying to make me feel bad. She always does this and I hate it. I am a respectful person and would never disrespect my parents. But after years of mental abuse from my mother I don’t allow her to treat me like that anymore so I stood up for myself. But I felt so worthless having her throw my clothes on the floor like that and only thinking of herself and her own clothes that needed to be washed when I already offered to put them to wash for her later so they’d be clean in the morning.

This is just one incident of many. She even threatened to call the police on me tonight after I told her that I’d do the same to her clothes…she’s threatened to leave and never come back home before. She’s called me horrible names in the past. Anyway as of now I’ve blocked her number and I’m not speaking to her because I don’t want to see her provoking texts or argue with her anymore.

She expects so much from me when I work 4-5 days a week and only get one day off in between. Most of the time I’m getting home at 10pm and I have no time for myself. I’m feeling lost and extremely overwhelmed and I feel like I just need time to heal and focus 100% on me for a change.

So with all that being said (sorry for ranting) I’ll be taking a hiatus for a while. Maybe in a week or two I’ll reassess how I’m feeling and go from there bc I have no energy to write rn. I don’t want to write bad content or forced content for you guys when my whole heart isn’t in it. I love to write and I love writing for YOU, but I can’t right how. This isn’t goodbye, just a temporary break so I can recollect myself. I’ll still be around to chat if any of you send any asks or dms. Those make me really happy. I love you guys so much, you have no idea how much you’ve helped me. I feel super guilty for doing this, but I can’t keep pretending like I’m okay anymore. I hope you guys understand.

Also my the anon who sent me an urgent request today: I won’t be able to write that for you for a while, but if you don’t mind waiting, then I can definitely write that for you when I’m back from my hiatus!

Again, I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t disappointed anyone.

I love you,

Han.x 💗

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justawanderinglostsoul · 1 year

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I can’t believe I’m actually going through with becoming a surrogate.

I started this process in August. I video chatted with an agency and I immediately felt like I wanted to work with them. They gave me great vibes and they seemed so knowledgeable and like they’d be on my side during the whole process. I know that’s not necessarily true because agencies are there for the parents, not the surrogates, but they still gave me good vibes. I signed the paperwork and understanding forms. But in August, we were still overseas and we couldn’t do anything until after we got back to the States.

Flash forward to being in Phoenix in October. I got cold feet after reading bad stories and all the restrictions I’d have. I talked to the agency again mid-October about travel restrictions and felt okay about them. The agency told me I could take some time to think everything over and even put myself on hold until after the holidays if I needed. But a week later I had talked to the husband probably fifty million times about everything and I finally decided not to go through with it. I was worried about all the risks and possibilities.

But ever since then, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I kept feeling like maybe I just needed some time to think about it and I actually did want to do it. Despite everything.

So, Thursday I reached back out to the agency explaining everything and asking if we could continue. They replied back yesterday with a YES in all caps. We spoke on the phone and talked everything over. And then came the emails. Like 10 of them. I had to provide my updated info, apply for medical insurance since I can’t use my own, and then schedule my psychological screening and MFM consultation.

My admissions rep told me things would move fast. I didn’t think she meant this fast though. The husband and I have our psych screening on Tuesday, and I have my MFM consult on Friday. The psych screening will determine if my husband and I are psychologically fit for me to be a surrogate. The MFM consult is an appt with a doctor to go over all my pregnancy history and determine if I’m partially medically cleared.

In the meantime, I have to finish filling out my surrogate profile. My admissions rep told me I might even start seeing profiles of parents soon. If I get a profile that I like, I tell my rep, and then she passes my profile to those parents. If they like me too, we set up a match meeting. After that meeting, we have 24 hours to decide if we want to do this together.

Since the husband and I are traveling internationally at the end of February, I have to wait till then to complete my full medical screening. Once I clear that, then it’s legal, and then the entire real process begins. That’s IVF, so many appts, and hopefully a pregnancy.

I’m so excited but so, so nervous. This whole process is so scary. But I can’t wait to do it all. I’m so hopeful that the whole process will go smoothly. Of course I can’t predict that, but I’m hopeful.

I’ll probably be updating about the process here since I won’t have anywhere else to share really. I want to share on Facebook but I can’t do that until I’ve told our families. They deserve to find out from me and not from a Facebook post. I’m hopeful they’ll be supportive but who knows. My parents already know and they support me, but who knows what everyone else will think. But it’s not my problem. If they don’t support it, oh well.

Eeeek.

#me #surrogate #gestational carrier

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taylorgraymoore · 4 months

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January 8, 2024

A week since my last entry. Well, that’s probably healthy. Not like I haven’t been working on this, though—for that week, most of which was taken up by 2-9:30 evening shifts, I was working on the Montreal content. Wake up, write, go to work, come home, write, go to sleep, wake up, write… etc. I got sick of it and needed to step away. Now I can take steps back again.

Since yesterday have started thinking about my short story collection as a whole work, too. It is absurd, oversized and pretentious. I want to put a quote from Journey to the End of Night in as an epigraph, and it is so long that I doubt anyone would consider publishing it as a debut work. On top of that, most of the stories don’t even make conventional sense. But it’s my work, the way I want it, and that makes me happy.

What else did I do? I did do a couple other things.

Last night, went to Bimini’s for a friends birthday, last minute. I abandoned a lamb chop and a bottle of wine, because it was his birthday and I hadn’t seen him for ages. Getting there was a trial—I hate number seven bus, I hate it passionately, and no further comment—and the experience I had with the establishment itself was lukewarm figuratively and literally, but it was good to see Alex. We went to the Woodstove Festival in Cumberland together in 2022. We set up a little table on a street corner and sold my book, gave out free coffee. A wonderful experience, that. He once did an illustration to go with a poem I got published in an online journal. It will always be good to see Alex.

Today, the weather got truly miserable. It snowed a little bit in the morning, although it did not stick. The rest of the day was simply miserably cold. I was on till at work the first half of the day, and my exterminates went numb from being so close to the door. I had been going to have salad for lunch, but I caved and got Chinese BBQ on rice because I needed to eat something hot. The rain had mostly slowed by the time I finished, and was on my way to have dinner with Aby at Nuba in Kits. It was even pleasant, if chilly, to walk from the 99 stop at MacDonald to the restaurant at Balaclava. Food was fantastic; conversation was fantastic—I was a bit sleepy, especially at first (waking up at seven after a week of evening shifts that half force you to sleep in until nine is not fun), but I perked up with tea and lamb kebab in me. Always good to see Aby.

Got home, looked at narrowboats to rent, with grandpa. The two of us are going to England and going about the canals later this year.

Now I’m here. It’s 11:30 and I’m too tired to be writing. I have said that before: this is often when I do end up getting this done. I’ve written it for the sake of writing it. A written word is never wasted.

I have mixed feelings about all the Montreal stuff I counterfeited over the last week—it was written so long after it happened, it isn’t real in the same way this is. I can sense the difference in timbre. But I had (have) the gut feeling that it was important to get it down when it was still fresh enough that it could be counterfeited at all. I’m proud of the work. Maybe I’ll do something more with it one day. Maybe if I go to Expozine another time and have a table, I’ll self-publish it as a book—sell people a book about Expozine at Expozine, how does that sound.

I’ve written enough of it that there are no true gaps left. The last couple of days need to be fleshed out, but something is there of them. A full continuity of events, and I feel confident enough that I could come back to it and finish the work later without much important being forgotten. There’s also the entry for the 9th, when I saw Cali, that I want as sort of an epilogue. That one will probably involve more artifice. Too soon to think about it—I want to spend time with other projects for now.

#montreal #writing #prose #diary entry #vancouver

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theretirementstory · 1 year

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Bonjour à tous, it’s another cloudy morning but we have 9c so it will be perfect for my walk.

I had my appointment with the dietician. Having to step on the scales, AFTER breakfast and wearing enough clothes for modesties sake, meant that her scales only registered a 2kg loss, however she measured my waist and she was pleased to announce a 7cm loss (that equates to 2.75 inches). I go back in 6 weeks so I am hoping for good results then. She suggested that I walk for an hour a day, I will have to do this in two trips, however this will intrude on my other tasks/commitments etc. How to get in those two walks? Well the days are lengthening so perhaps it will be possible.

Looking at the above photo, it’s as though “Le printemps est arrivé”. However, we had 14c one day and the next it was freezing! Consequently, I am still going outside looking like the “Michelin Man”.

The plumber arrived, as agreed, and set to work replacing the toilet and cistern, he changed the tap on the washbasin and added a new siphon and outlet (plughole). He was all finished in two hours, I could not believe it. I was so excited about this new toilet and fixtures that I took the “bull by the horns” and rang my decorator. I had to leave a message, he didn’t get back to me so I sent him a message. He came out and will let me have the devis for painting in the toilet and also redecorating my front bedroom.

“The Daddy” has sent me some wonderful photos of my gorgeous grandchildren. My grandson looks to be a daredevil, not yet 19 months and he is climbing up onto his cot! My granddaughter still likes to stick her tongue out on photos but I hope she will soon stop.

“The Trainee Solicitor” has had a lovely break from work and has been away for a few days. There was snow on the ground when he arrived at his “holiday home” but it hadn’t stopped him being out and about. I wonder if he has had “fish and chips” 🤔

I went to see the movie “Emmett Till” and then came home and googled it. What a very sad story. I am hoping to go to the cinema again this evening, but that is to see “The Fabelmans”.

I baked a cake…… last time I made one, I didn’t think it was too good! This coffee cake though was a real success. Oops that has just reminded me, I need some more icing sugar. I will be “whipping up” another cake either today or tomorrow as I like to have my freezer well stocked up.

Time for a confession, I think! I have been to the bar everyday this week 🙈, fortunately I cannot go today as he is closed! However, going to the bar isn’t all bad news, it means that I can have a break in my walk, I get to have a coffee, to read the newspaper and have a chat with friends.

I’m not quite sure why I have started doing this habit, maybe it’s because I have lived here almost 6 years and during that time have only been to the dentist when I have a specific problem, but when I am talking to people, I cannot take my eyes off their teeth!! I know if I was in the UK I would have had my teeth “cleaned and polished” a few times but here I haven’t had to endure that feeling of my teeth being ripped out while the dentist removes the plaque from between your teeth, (they probably do it with some other type of equipment now). Dr. Brown looked at my other teeth when I was last there but did nothing to remove the stains from drinking black tea and coffee or the plaque! Well talking to two (older) friends yesterday, they too have stained teeth, so I think it’s safe to say that having lovely sparkling “pearlies” is not high on the list of priorities here.

Today’s excerpt of poetry is from “March” by Mary Mapes Dodge:

In the snowing and the blowing,

“In the cruel sleet,

Little flowers begin their growing

Far beneath our feet.”

Thinking of flowers, I really should be getting out into the garden and tidying up after winter, sorting out my planters, setting the broad beans away in the potager and neatening the lawn edges which are just extending into the borders and giving the lawn no definite shape! I need to check to see when I can cut the raspberry cane back. I only have one (I think) now and I don’t want to lose it. The violas which were in the planter at the front of the house, scattered their seeds far and wide, I have them growing in the pots with the peonies. I am considering moving them into the area of garden where I put the garden compost I had made, mixed with spent compost from pots and I must admit that area is looking good.

After all the knitting of babies hats and bootees, I am knitting a holder for a mobile phone. I know this won’t be useful to a youngster, but for older people who like to keep their phones in a safe place, it may be ideal. It was a suggestion from one of the ladies at the knitting group. I am going to get it finished so that I can show them on Friday.

There is a spring sale on in a village nearby, I had thought that I would drive up, but 1) apart from plants, I don’t think they have anything else I want. There is jewellery (I could sell them some!), paintings, soaps, fashion, food stuffs (jams and pickles), 2) I could have my walk in the time to get there and back in the car, and that walk is more conducive to my well-being and 3) the time could be spent in the garden, knitting or baking, so I think you have guessed I am staying home 😂😂.

Now I am going to bid you all a bon dimanche.

Drive safely, all of those people making journeys today.

#barsuraube #nature #trees #photography #baking #crafts #poetry #livingthedream

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drdelphinecormigay · 2 years

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omg i mean i remember when everyone sent you their thoughts on little earthquakes, so i guess we’re gonna have to wait till you’re done so you can share your thoughts (but i guarantee everything you just said is so relatable)

Right, so, I’m like 100 pages from the end. And I have stopped. At least for now. So here are my thoughts:

It is incredibly well written. It’s so honest and raw and you really feel everything that all of the characters are going through. The author clearly spent a lot of time planning and executing it and I truly commend them for that.

However, because of all of the above, it is an incredibly painful read. Like, I haven’t been able to put it down since I started it yesterday, but it’s also made me so sad and uncomfy and a whole bunch of super depressing feelings, to the point where I’ve had to stop! Which I know is totally the point, and I knew what I was getting into when I started it, but still. My skin is crawling and my heart is a bit broken.

I think Arizona’s response and gradual recovery was the bit that was done the most excellently and was the bit that I enjoyed(?) reading the most. It just felt so raw and real and genuine, like I found myself really understanding what she was feeling and feeling proud of her for the steps she was taking (not to be condescending of course, I suppose that’s in part looking through Callie’s eyes?). And Callie’s response too and her trying to be there for Arizona whilst battling her own struggles with it all is very well done.

I stopped once the trial prep started as it just got a bit too graphic and I stopped enjoying the experience of reading it and just got very uncomfy and sad. That’s not to say I won’t finish it at a later date but I need a break for now.

So overall, it’s an excellent, raw, painful, beautiful story and I’d recommend it if you want to read something on the sadder side, though with the MASSIVE trigger warning for extremely heavy and graphic depictions and discussion around rape and sexual assault. Like, that’s the whole plot.

I’m interested to hear peoples thoughts now that I’ve read it? Did anyone else find it super difficult too?

In other news I’ve started post mortem and am also loving it so far so I’ll keep you all posted on that!

#fic recommendations

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golden-barnes · 3 years

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Plum tarts and red carnations

Pairing: Florist! Bucky Barnes x F! Reader

Summary: Bucky is enamored with one of the employees of the bakery in front of his store.

Category: Fluff

Warning:s some self-doubting thoughts and cursing .

Word count: 2.5k

Author’s note: I have been thinking about this since that one anon and thank you @buckycuddlebuddy because you helped to inspire me further with this. Also think of Bucky as Beefy because I'm a softy for a gentle giant. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

“Damn Jerry. You’ve been growing nicely. A little bit more, and you will be ready to find a new home, bud.” Bucky whispered to the little sprout he was watering. Bucky loved his morning routine.

Before opening up his shop, he would check on his nursery. Water the plants in his greenhouse, checking them to see how they have grown. He liked talking to them; they never judged him or ignored him. He even named them. Sam would help, too, though he treated it more as a joke.

After checking on the nursery, he would focus on making bouquets and arrangements for the store. Nobody knew he was the one who made those beautiful arrangements, and he liked it.

It was like therapy for him. Matching the flowers and creating bouquets with meaning was a talent Bucky didn’t know he had. By this point, the shop was opened and ready for business.

While preparing a rose bouquet, he saw a woman in an apron running out of the new coffee shop from the table next to the cash register. Oh shit, she’s pretty. He thought. He kept staring at her and forgot the fresh roses next to him, grabbed one carelessly.

“Fuck.” He accidentally pricked his finger with a thorn. He applied pressure to his wounded finger.

“Oh, are you okay, sir?” The pretty woman from the bakery asked. Bucky didn’t notice her entering the shop, and now she was here. Looking disheveled but incredibly beautiful.

“Yeah, happens all the time. What can I help you with?” He said, trying to sound as composed as possible. He could hear Sam’s voice in his head. “Play it cool, Buck.”The woman let out a sigh.

“I’m co-owner of the coffee shop, and it’s our opening day. I was encharged of the decorations, and I ordered some flowers from this other place, but when they got here, they were horrible. Like really bad. And oh god, I’m rambling, but I need a brand new arrangement.” She said all in one breath. Bucky had to fight a smile from appearing. Adorable.

“It’s okay. What colors did you want?” Bucky asked. The woman smiled at him.

“We wanted white and purples. Something simple. But honestly, I know nothing of flowers. I don’t understand why Wanda put me up with this? Now we are late, and I still have to finish decorating the cupcakes.” She explained while Bucky started to search for the flowers in his shop.

“Lilacs, with white peonies and lavender roses, would make a nice bouquet. How does that sound?” Bucky showed her the flowers he was referring to. The woman gasped.

“Oh, they are so pretty! You, sir, are a genius.” She gushed, still looking at the flowers. Bucky felt his cheeks getting red from receiving praise.

“I can bring it to you,” Buckywhispered, afraid that she might not like that idea. “You know, because you still have some stuff to finish, so you can do it, and I’ll bring it to you in less than 10 minutes.” She looked at him and went to hug him. Bucky tensed, not expecting the hug, but soon relaxed.

“You are literally my hero. Just ask for Y/N,” She said, walking towards the exit. “Wait, what’s your name?” She added, opening the door to leave.

“Bucky.” Y/N smiled at him. “See you later, Bucky.”

Bucky has never worked on an arrangement as hard as this one. He was already meticulous, but he really wanted to impress Y/N. Can you blame him? The pretty girl needed his help, and he wanted her to be happy. He even added some baby’s breath and this new white ribbon that had come in for weddings. He was very proud of it but also very nervous.

With a deep breath, Bucky entered the coffee shop. A brunette was at the door, cleaning the tables.

“Sorry, Sir. We are still aren’t open.” She said. Bucky gulped.

“Uhm. I’m looking for Y/N.” He told her; she looked at the flowers in his hands and understood. She yelled for Y/N, who came out of the kitchen with icing on her check, giving him the brightest smile.

“Hey, Bucky! That’s beautiful! How did you make such a pretty arrangement in less than 20 minutes?” She grabbed the vase out of his hands and set it on the counter. Bucky blushed and scratched his neck, shying away.

“It’s nothing.. I’m just happy you liked it.”

“How much do I owe you?” She asked. Bucky put his hands up.

“Oh, it’s on the house. Don’t worry. Call it a welcome gift.” He explained; Y/N jumped and gave him another hug. This time Bucky wrapped his arms around her.

“You are the nicest person on this fucking planet. I have to make it up to you. What’s your favorite fruit?” She pulled away from him and looked at Bucky in the eye. Bucky felt his breath hitch, and his palms get sweaty.

“I-I like plums.” He stuttered. She gave him a big smile and handed him a cookie.

“Hmm, I can make something with that.” She winked at him.

“I still haven’t named you, but honestly, I don’t know. You look like a Janelle, but also, I feel like that doesn’t fit.” Bucky said to the new cactus that arrived yesterday, in the afternoon.

“I think she looks like a Lucille.” Bucky turned around and saw Y/N with a box in hand.

“Oh, hi.” He felt embarrassed. She had heard him talk to his plants. Not even Steve had seen that. It was his private thing.

“She’s cute. What type of cactus is it?” She looked at it, not looking weirded out or anything.

“It’s called a Bishop’s cap. They grow to be very pretty and sprout a yellow flower. Not very popular in the shop, but there’s this new cactus crazy going on, and I thought to stock up.” Bucky explained, putting the cactus down next to the others.

“Do you name all your plants?” Bucky gulped and turned around to face her.

“Yeah, and talk to them too.” Bucky fought the urge to punch himself. Why would he say that? Fuck, now she is gonna think he is a fucking weirdo.

Much to his surprise, she smiled at him. She suddenly remembered the box she brought and opened it.

“For saving me yesterday, I made you a plum tart.” She opened it and pulled out the tart. Bucky felt his heart beating faster, and his hands get clammy.

“You didn’t have to.” “Ah! I beg to differ. Everyone that walked into our shop loved the flowers. They were really something. Like I couldn’t stop looking at them. So I had to show you my gratitude the only way I know how. With treats.”

“I couldn’t possibly eat that all alone. Want to share?” Bucky asked, giving her puppy eyes so she wouldn’t say no.

“You drive a hard bargain, Bucky. Has anyone ever told you can get away with murder with those eyes?” Y/N joked.

“I think my grandma’ probably said it. I have some silverware in the shop’s kitchen. When you have to be at your shop?” Bucky said, signaling her to follow him.

“I’m on break—perks of being the boss.” She explained while Bucky grabbed a few paper plates, forks, and a knife. She grabbed the knife and cut a big piece, and gave it to Bucky. Then she cut a piece for herself.

Bucky took a bite and accidentally let out a moan.

“I take it; you like it.” She winked at Bucky. He diverted his gaze from her. Why the fuck did I do that? Bucky screamed internally.

“It’s delicious. I can see why your shop has been packed since yesterday. Reminds me of my ma’s.” Bucky admitted.

“I’m glad, but I can’t take all the credit. You should see the coffee mixes Wanda came up with. They are the real star.” Bucky smiled at her. Nice and pretty… She let out a cough.

“How did you get really good with plants? Like sorry for the personal question, but you have a talent.” She inquired.

“Well, uhm. After getting discharged, my friend Sam suggested that I take classes to handle stress and PTSD. One of the classes was gardening, and I just found it so calming. So I started taking more courses and learning ‘till I decided to start my own business. I don’t think I could ever work anywhere else.” Bucky noticed her staring at him. “What?” He said, smiling awkwardly at her.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how you are the nicest man I’ve ever meet.” She said nonchalantly. Bucky chuckled.

“It’s nothing major. I just found my calling.” Bucky stated.

“I feel the same. I baked a lot in college, and then suddenly I was like fuck, this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.” She recalled. Her eyes glowed under the light of the kitchen.

“I felt the same way when I started this shop.” Bucky admitted, she bit back a smile.

“By the way, I like the name—Howling’s flowers. Oh, and how pretty this store is, it looks like I walked in a magical forest.” She complimented.

“I- thanks. I named my store after my squad and the decor well; that’s kind of an embarrassing story.” Bucky chuckled nervously. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, please. I own a coffee shop named Magic café, and all of our items are named after magical things. I am the last person to judge.” Bucky bit his lip nervously while listening to her.

“I based it on The Hobbit. It was my favorite book when I was younger, and I just couldn’t imagine decoring this store anyway else.” Y/N looked at him with an open mouth.

“Okay, are you government android? Because you are friendly, great with plants and well-read. You are too good to be true.” She laughed. Bucky needs to find a way to blush less in her presence because this is like the fourth or fifth time it has happened.

They finished eating their pieces of tart and talking for a while. Y/N decided to go back to the shop, not realizing how much time she spent there. Before leaving, Bucky gave her some more lavender roses.

“Oh, Bucky, you don’t have to.” She protested.

“It’s just to add to the arrangement. I feel like it was missing a few more roses. You’ll be doing me a favor.” He assured. She grabbed the flowers and smelt them before smiling and giving him a small thanks.

Little did she know that lavender Roses mean love at first sight.

They played that little game for weeks, almost 2 months. Y/N would take her lunch break at Bucky’s shop. Feed him some food and pastries that she was experimenting with, and he would give her flowers.

“To put on the counter. Your store deserves fresh flowers every day.” Bucky claimed. But in actuality, all the flowers meant something. The white camellias? He was telling her that he admired her. The amaryllis? That he found you beautiful. The white and purple stocks? A silent plea for bonds of affection from your part. But he couldn’t bring himself to say these things out loud.

Speaking to Y/N in flowers was much easier. Maybe because she didn’t know and couldn’t reject him.

“Bucky, you gotta tell her, man.” Steve would try to reason with him. “She likes you; you like her. Just tell her that you like her or ask her out on a date.”

“You don’t get it, Steve.” Bucky would argue, which led to an entire discussion on how Bucky is being a coward that ended with him telling Steve and Sam to fuck off.

But they were right; it was simple. She has been an absolute doll with him. She doesn’t mind hearing his rants about the new book he read and helped him water his plants. She even bought waterproof labels to put their names on their planters. She even asked (more like demanded) Bucky to send her the pictures of every bouquet and arrangement he made. She loved seen his creations.

And he loved being her test subject. She would bring him new pastries to try. He was her official taste tester. Anything new in the store, Bucky had already tried it in every one of its variations. Y/N would speak to him of all of her special interests and all of her new hobbies. He had even met all her friends, and they loved him.

So why was this so difficult? Bucky groaned while arranging the flowers at the front of the shop.

“What’s got you all groaning and gloomy, Bucky-bear?” Y/N asked him. She looked radiant in her work clothes. Ugh, Bucky had it bad.

“Nothing, j-just thinking.” He nervously replied.

“Don’t overthink. You might over-heat your brain, bubs.” She joked, entering Bucky’s shop. And like the hopeless romantic he is, he followed.

“Soooooooo I have been trying out this new pasta recipe, and you are the only one I trust to give me the truth.” She said, opening the Tupperware she brought. Bucky’s heart fluttered at her words. He felt light-headed; maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth.

“I like you.” He blurted out. He slapped his hand over his mouth. Y/N turned to him, widen eyes, and mouth gaped.

“Bucky, do you mean that? Because if you are playing with me, I will fight you with this.” She warned Bucky, threatening with a spoon.

“I like you a lot. Actually love you. I- that’s what those flowers meant.” Bucky explained. Y/N put down the spoon.

“What flowers?” She asked, in the softest tone he has ever heard her speak in. Bucky turned his gaze to the floor, embarrassed that this was his confession.

“All of them. They all meant love in one form or the other.” He admitted. Y/N stood in front of him and put her hand on his cheek. He felt his heart do backflips.

“What flower means I’m in love with you, Bucky?” She asked, caressing his cheek.

“Maybe red carnations.” He joked, leaning into her touch.

“I’ll ask this handsome florist with a heart of gold to make me a bouquet to give you.” Bucky chuckled while she let out a little giggle.

“I would love a bouquet, but I would much rather have a plum tart from the sexy baker on the store out front.” Y/N hummed.

“I think I can make that happen.” She said, pulling him closer. “Can I kiss you, Bucky?” She asked; Bucky could only nod.

She grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his. Bucky wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer, molding her body against him. Their lips gliding over each other smoothly, as if they were made for each other.

They pulled away to take a breath, and they both had the same dopey smile. Tarts and carnations. Who knew they mixed so well?

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you

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griffintail · 3 years

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I’m surprised people think techno’s grief extends to pure violence. When it’s clear the news of his S/O death leaves him trembling on the floor, and letting out pained wails his first night alone. Leaving him delirious in denial as Philza has to keep watch to make sure he doesn’t kill himself trying to bring them back. And as the grief seeps in he is left to sleep through dreamless nights and live through thoughtless days. And at the end, acceptance isn’t voluntary, he’s too tired to do anything else. (Please write smth for this I can’t sleep this idea’s been eating at me for days)

I went a bit off script- I hope you still enjoy. :)

The Bolt

In-Game

Pairings: Technoblade x GN! Reader

Warnings: Death, Blood, Angst

Part 2

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Techno blocked the axe coming for his face with his shield as he chugged his last regeneration potion.

The last battle of L’Manberg was over and he needed to find (Y/N) and get home to safety. He gave a whistle that echoed across the battlefield before pushing Sapnap away from him. Booking it away, he went towards the meet-up spot Phil and (Y/N) had agreed with him.

“Phil, I want you to have the totem.” Techno held it out to his friend.

He saw Phil running from the wreckage the withers were causing as he could see the (H/C) head of hair weaving through the chaos. Techno lost his concentration as he stared at (Y/N), everything a dull roar as he smiled softly at their figure. Creating the scene of anarchy and chaos.

“Wait, I’m your damn fiancé, why don’t I get it?” (Y/N) gave a dramatic huff as they put a hand on their chest.

It was true, they both only had one life but…

“Because, you and I, we never die blood goddess,” Techno smirked.

“TECHNO!” They screamed.

He had missed seeing the crossbow aiming at him because he had been looking at (Y/N)…

He went to get his shield but he would be too slow…

Then there was a cracking as an ender pearl shattered in front of him and in a cloud of purple sparks appeared (Y/N), who gasped as they caught the crossbow bolt in the stomach.

“You’re such an idiot.” (Y/N) laughed. “Now! Let’s celebrate our freedom from the child by blowing up a nation!”

Techno laughed as he enjoyed the sparkle in their eyes at the thought of the anarchy.

“No, no, no!” Techno caught them as they fell, Jack quickly loading his crossbow again.

He needed to go.

Scooping them up, he bolted for where Phil was watching in wide-eyed shock. Phil managed to snap out of it though and covered Techno’s retreat as he tried to reassure (Y/N).

“It’s ok, we’re going to get you home, alright? Come on, you’re going to need to keep your eyes open for me beautiful.”

But (Y/N) winced before crying out as the crossbow bolt brought them pain. The voices were screaming in panic with them and Techno.

WE NEED TO GO FASTER! WE’RE OUT OF HEALTH POTIONS! WHY DID THEY TAKE THE BOLT! PHIL, HELP TECHNO! GO GO GO GO!

“I’m here mate!” Phil ran beside him now, taking off his jacket. “We got to keep pressure on it till we get to the potions. I sent a crow ahead to get one faster hopefully.”

Phil kept pace as pressed the jacket around the bleeding wound, (Y/N) letting out another scream. Techno wanted to scream himself as he ground his teeth together to keep himself together.

They had to cross the nether to get home!

They had so far to go!

That crow needed to get here yesterday!

“T-Techno.” (Y/N) sputtered.

“Quiet, keep your strength,” Techno demanded.

“I-I-I…” They muttered before their eyes blinked closed.

“We got to stop.” Phil panicked.

“We don’t have any potions!” Techno also panicked.

“We have to slow down the bleeding now!”

The pair stopped as Techno put (Y/N) down as Phil tried to work as fast as he could being the experienced healer. He tried to stem the bleeding as best he could, he couldn’t take the bolt out though and it had to have hit something important because there was too much damn blood!

Then a few minutes later…

(Y/N)’s chest stopping moving…

“No. No, no, no. Breath damn it!” Techno commanded, putting a hand on their shoulder.

“Techno…” Phil said quietly, tears in his eyes.

“Where’s your crow!?” Techno shouted. “We need a potion now!”

“…It’s not going to help Techno.”

“It has to! We—They’re not gone! They…they…”

Techno put his forehead on theirs as tears gathered in his eyes.

“Please…don’t leave me. I love you; I need you…”

But (Y/N) had fallen and lost their last life…

…

Techno had carried (Y/N) all the way home to the tundra and he held them for a while before he finally let himself bury them. Then…

He just sat there for hours, shaking.

In the freezing cold.

Next to the mound of dirt.

“Techno, mate. You got to come in.” Phil muttered as he came out as night was starting to fall.

“I don’t want to leave them,” Techno mumbled.

The voices were quiet whispers as they talked about all the things they loved about (Y/N) and Techno just sat listening to them, ignoring as Phil protested.

“They wouldn’t want you to die with them mate.” Phil finally broke through the voices.

Techno huffed, tears falling behind his mask. “And they didn’t want to die either.”

Phil sighed before just sitting next to his old friend.

“What are you doing?” Techno looked at him.

“You got to pass out eventually. Doubt all the adrenaline from the fight is helping.”

It really wasn’t. Techno felt bone tired and his body wanted nothing more than for him to sleep but he wanted nothing more to sit here with…(Y/N). He was covered in the blood of his lover and those he harmed today. Maybe it was all karma everything he had done…

It took another hour but finally, Techno’s body took control and he was out. Phil let out a long sigh before dragging the man into his own home. It was going to be a hard time for a while…

…

Phil thought Techno would be the same as the first night, that the other man would become unresponsive. His assumptions had been false though. In fact, it was worse.

Techno didn’t eat or sleep properly, which Phil had expected, but what he didn’t expect was for Techno to practically go insane as he poured over hundreds of lore books, trying to figure out how to bring (Y/N) back.

“Techno, mate, you need to take a break from this.”

“No, I will get them back. If I can just figure this out…I can do it.”

“You can’t do it if you die too!”

Phil went around these circles for hours, Techno sometimes striking low saying if he can figure it out, he could bring Wilbur back as well. Techno went full force into his work, the voices only encouraging his behavior as they threw out ideas to research. He had never listened to his voices more than now.

Techno had been so invested in his work, he didn’t notice when Phil gave Ranboo to build on the land, mostly because Phil gave him one rule, leave Techno be. Phil knew Techno the best and was trying his damn best to knock Techno back.

The blood god was pouring over notes for a hopeful experiment when Phil came in, food in hand as always.

“It’s late Techno, eat and go to bed,” Phil told him.

“After I’m done,” Techno muttered.

“Techno.”

“After. I’m done. Phil.” Techno gave him a dark glare before going back to his notes.

Phil sighed, putting the food down on the table. “Tommy locked Dream in prison.”

Techno frowned. That made him glance at Phil.

“Why?”

“Something about his discs as usual.” Phil crossed his arms, shrugging. “We got a notice on the radios that Dream lost two lives to Tommy.”

“Huh,” Techno mumbled, looking at his work again. “Kid should have finished him…”

Techno scribbled out a sentence. That wouldn’t make sense.

“Probably, I don’t know why he didn’t. Ranboo might know though.” Phil smirked to himself, his tactic working a bit well in his favor.

Techno’s interest was at least separating a bit from his research.

“Who?” Techno pulled over one of his sheets.

“The kid living outside the house.”

“Heh?” Techno looked up fully at that.

“He’s been here for weeks Techno; you’ve just been so caught up you haven’t noticed.” Phil pointed out now. “You need a break mate. You’re going…you’re going to kill yourself doing this.”

Techno looked at the papers in his hand.

“Techno, you need to fight another day. Come on.” (Y/N) tried to coax him away from preparing potions. “I’m tired.”

He clenched the papers as the voices were scattered, none of them focused on one thing right now.

“…Fine. I’ll at least talk to the kid.” Techno grumbled, getting up.

“Take the food.” Phil grinned.

Techno rolled his eyes, taking the bread but nothing else. He ate it as he left the house, his eyes not daring to travel to the beautiful flowers around the mound of dirt. Indeed, on his land, was a little house in the side of the hill. Huffing, he went over as the voices were skeptical, remembering one boy named Ranboo from L’Manberg and visiting Tommy.

“I can’t believe the little brat!” (Y/N) screamed as they paced around the house. “We gave him shelter! I should him love! AND HE BETRAYS US!”

Techno closed his eyes, his body shaking before trying to distract himself by knocking on the door.

“Phil?” A voice called from the other side before they opened the door.

The tall boy shrank seeing Technoblade at his door.

“Uhhhhh…hi,” Ranboo muttered, looking anywhere but the pig masked man.

Techno didn’t care really for pleasantries right now, so might as well get straight to the point.

“Hi, heard you might know why they locked Dream away rather than just kill him,” Techno grunted.

He hated the fact that Dream also had a favor over him. Would have been nicer for him if they had killed the smiley masked man.

“Oh yeah…I was there…hang on,” Ranboo muttered, taking a book off his belt and flipping through. “He uh…Dream said he had a book that could bring back the dead.”

Every. Single. Voice. Went silent.

As Techno stared at the tall hybrid, who shifted nervously at the stare.

“He did now?” Techno muttered.

“Y-Yeah. He said he could bring Wilbur back for Tommy.”

Techno didn’t care about the rest as his cape fluttered behind him as he took a determined march to the house to grab his things. If Dream wanted to cash in that favor, he owed him one more thing…

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #technoblade x reader #dreamsmp x reader

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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All Mine.

Pairing: Andy Barber x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting (damn)

Requested: nope

Summary: Andy Barber has been through a lot. After getting a divorce from his ex-wife, he moves into the house next to the Y/L/Ns. And he has his eyes on Y/N since day one. Little does he know, Y/N likes him too and things get interesting one night.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Before you ask, no, I haven't watched Defending Jacob yet because I do not have the attention span to watch an entire series. So yeah, this has no spoilers. Also, I'm asexual so don't @ me for the smut please and thank you. Enjoy!

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"Good morning, Mr Barber!"

He looked up from his phone and saw his neighbor smiling at him. He grinned back at her, his mood immediately lightening. "Hi, Y/N! How many times have I told you, call me Andy," he chided gently, keeping his phone away. "Okay, okay, just feels a little weird, ya know? Anyway, what are you doing here? You almost never take the bus," Y/N chuckled.

He flashed her another grin, his boyish side automatically coming out. It always happened when she was near. Y/N Y/L/N was Andy Barber's cute neighbor, but the only thing is, she was way, way younger than he was, her parents were just a couple of years older than him. Despite the huge age-gap, Y/N had won his heart. And he didn't mind in the slightest.

"My car broke down yesterday, it's at the auto repair shop. I got no other vehicle," he shrugged. Y/N nodded just as she saw her bus approaching. "Are you getting on this one?" she asked him and he squinted. "Nah, not this one. Are you?" She verbally confirmed a yes and turned to look at him fully. "I'll see you later, Mr Barber, bye!" With that, she waved at him and stepped into the bus.

"Andy!" he mouthed when she sat near the window seat, giggling. "Andy," she repeated, winking at him just as the bus turned around the corner. A laugh involuntarily escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. Oh, what am I gonna do with you, angel? Inside the bus, Y/N had to keep herself from fidgeting, too overstimulated after her conversation with the handsome lawyer.

She had had a crush on him ever since he had moved in next-door. Her parents had immediately invited the lone man to dinner and he had, thankfully, accepted. They had a lot of fun; Andy was a proper gentleman, well-spoken, intelligent and extremely handsome. Y/N got a crush on him on the first day itself. She knew about the things his family had been through, and the thought crushed her.

Can't even imagine, your own child, guilty of murder?

Andy and his ex-wife, Laurie had divorced immediately after their son's trial. It was all months ago, though, Andy was doing much better now. He had Y/N, after all. In his thoughts only, but that would suffice. Because he knew, she'd never fall for him. Why would she? He was much older than her, a divorced man, with a son who got convicted for murder.

But Y/N didn't care about any of those things. She liked the Andy who was her awesome, good looking and smart neighbor. That's all that mattered to her. But then came another problem, Y/N's parents. Would they be okay with her going out with him? Of course not! Y/N sighed and leaned her head against the window of the bus; oh God, what ever was she gonna do?

Andy had ruined all men for her.

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"Come in!"

Looking up, a surprised gasp left the mouths of both; the person inside the office and the person at the door. "Y/N?" Andy blurted out. "Mr Barber?" Y/N blinked as well. "Andy," he corrected incessantly and she waved her arm in dismissal. "Wow, I, uh… I didn't realize— you don't have a name plate outside—" He motioned to the chair in front of him and she sat.

"What happened, darling?"

Y/N unconsciously shivered at the nickname. She loved it when he called her that. "I don't know, my colleague sent me here, she was busy… gave me the address and said there was a file she needed…" Y/N spoke unsurely. Her eyes quickly skimmed over his figure; he had taken off the trenchcoat he was wearing in the morning, leaving him in a tight, white shirt, black trousers and a tie hanging loosely around his neck.

The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Y/N concluded that he looked insanely gorgeous. "Does your colleague happen to be Mrs Renoir? She told me she was coming to get the file." She smiled and nodded at him. "Yes, Mrs Renoir, that's her." Andy smiled back and took out a file from his drawer. "Here you go."

She accepted the file, stowing it away in her bag. "I'll see you!" She moved to get up but Andy tutted, checking his watch. "Why don't you stay, Y/N? It's getting late, we can go home together," he spoke, his eyes soft as he gazed at her. She froze for a moment. "Um, it's fine, I can—" He was shaking his head. "Y/N, if something happens to you, I'll not be able to forgive myself."

What's going on? "Mr Barber—" "Andy." "What do you mean?" He got up from his chair and moved to the couch that was in the room. She sat next to him. "You never stay out this late, Y/N, your parents told me you're usually at home by 8:30. It's almost midnight, and I can't let you venture into the city all alone at this hour. Do you know the dangers that lurk at night?"

Y/N's heart started thudding in her chest. Indeed, this was new to her; and before even meeting with him, she had been scared of roaming the city alone at night. "I don't," she muttered truthfully, looking up when Andy placed his hand on her thigh. "It's okay. You can stay, I just need to go over a few more things and then we can go home, hm?" Y/N grinned and nodded.

Andy lifted his hand off her thigh and went back to his desk. He began scribbling something on a paper, which Y/N realized was a form. After admiring him for a few minutes, she took out her phone and scrolled through her messages. She had already texted her mom about staying out late, and her mother had complained until Y/N told her she was out for business, not fun.

As time passed, Y/N's shoulders sagged. Her eyes drooped, heavy with sleep. "Andy," she whined in a sleepy stupor and his head shot up, "Are you done? I wanna go home!" His dark eyes softened instantly and he chuckled. She looked cute when she was sleepy. "Just a moment, darling, I'm almost finished." Y/N simply groaned and threw her head back against the couch.

"All done."

Y/N opened her eyes and saw Andy fixing his appearance, before shrugging on the coat. Then he turned to her, offering her his hand with a smile. She took it and heaved herself up, stumbling a little but Andy was there to hold her up. Effortlessly wrapping an arm around her waist, he guided her out of his office, switching off the lights and locking the door.

Both of them walked out of the building and Andy got Y/N seated in the passenger seat of his car. "I thought your car was at the auto repair shop?" Y/N remembered. She felt his chuckle next to her ear as he reached over and fastened her seatbelt and then his own. "Went to get it in the afternoon because I realized buses aren't for me." She giggled and leaned back against the seat.

"Why don't you try and fall asleep? I'll wake you up," he whispered, his heart swelling in his chest when she nodded meekly. "Goodnight, Mr Barber." He still corrected her, "Andy." Truth be told, Y/N didn't want to call him Andy because that would only make her feelings worse. If she called him Mr Barber… that was a constant reminder that he was a man much older, a successful lawyer, and just her neighbor.

Nothing else.

"Such a sweet doll." Ever since he heard her whining his name in his office, his mind had clouded over with lust. She sounded so fucking beautiful when she said his name. And suddenly, all he wanted to do was to claim her on his couch. He had controlled himself easily, he knew he had to wait till he had her consent. Which he thought he'd probably never get.

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"Thank you so much, Andy!"

"Oh, it's not a problem at all, Mrs Y/L/N. Y/N is great company and I admit, the house does get a little lonely at times," Andy chuckled as Y/N's mother beamed at him. Y/N was looking down at her feet, clutching the handles of her travel bags. She was going to move in with Andy for a few weeks, since her room was getting renovated. There was no other place in the house.

When Andy heard that, he had instantly offered that she move in with him for the time-being. And Y/N's parents were, surprisingly, ecstatic at the idea. "She can move into the guest bedroom," he had spoken at the time. That's how she ended up here; now following Andy into his house as she yelled her goodbyes to her parents. "Welcome! It isn't much, I hope you like it still."

Y/N looked around in awe. The place was well-kept, the colour theme for almost everything was either beige or brown. It all looked very modern and cool. "Are you kidding? This is awesome!" He chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Let me show you to your room." Both of them walked up the stairs and stopped at the first door. Andy opened the door and another gasp left her lips.

"Wow," she whispered automatically and Andy smiled to himself. "I take it that you like it," he drawled, closing the door behind them as they walked into the room. Y/N kept her luggage on the bed and sat down, swinging her legs. "Thanks for all this, Mr Barber, it's appreciated." He scoffed. "Andy," he rectified, "And it was not a problem at all, Y/N, you're my friend."

A chill ran down her spine. His friend? He considered her to be a friend? "A friend, huh, I'm… I'm honored," she chuckled and he grinned. "I'll leave you be now, get comfortable." He waved at her and left the room, going downstairs to get a glass of water for himself. Y/N spent the rest of the day at her place, only returning at nighttime after dinner.

That's how it went for a week. She'd be at her job most days, would have dinner with her parents at night and then would finally walk into Andy's house to get some sleep. She liked the routine, and so did he. When she wasn't at her job, she'd spend the day in the living room of her own, or rather, her parents' house. Only, something changed a week later.

Andy was running late that day. As he drove home, at nearly 1:30 am, he was sure that he was going to be greeted by a quiet and empty house, Y/N already asleep in her room. She always fell asleep before 11:30, he didn't know how she did it. After parking his car in his garage, he walked into the sitting room only to see Y/N sitting in front of the television. She looked up and swtiched it off when he walked in.

"Mr Barber, hi." Her voice was hoarse. "Y/N? Darling, is everything okay?" he asked worriedly, sitting next to her. The dried tear stains on her cheeks made it clear that she had been crying. "I'm fine," she insisted, in vain. Andy gently cupped her cheeks, running his fingers over the stains. "You've been crying, honey, tell me what happened. I'll make it better," he whispered and Y/N melted against him.

"Um, can I… can I please… can I hug you?"

Without another word, Andy pulled her to him, her head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around her middle. She snuggled into his side. "I just had a bad dream," she mumbled, burying her face in his chest. His arm rose and he delicately cradled her head, massaging her hair with his fingers. Y/N whimpered at the soothing sensation and Andy's heart raced.

"I'm here now, sweetheart, you have nothing to be worried about. I'll protect you, come what may," he uttered softly, almost in a daze. Something inside Y/N stirred deeply when he said those words. She pulled away slightly and he looked down at her, a questioning look on his face. Y/N blushed under his intense stare. "I, um… can I… kiss you?" Her question made Andy's heart beat faster.

Consent? Check.

Gently grabbing her jaw, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, pulling her into his lap. Y/N kissed back just as fervently, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" Andy asked huskily upon pulling away. "How long?" Y/N squeaked. "Ever since I first saw you. You won my heart right there, Y/N, right at that dinner. The moment I saw you, I knew that you had ruined all women for me."

"Same. I mean, I— not women, obviously, I'm not attracted to other women— men, but—" Andy chuckled and kissed her again, cutting off her rambling. "God, I need to feel you, love, why don't we go upstairs?" It turned out to be a rhetorical question as he immediately stood up, easily carrying Y/N up the stairs. Y/N wrapped her legs around his torso.

He placed her down on his bed, in his bedroom and settled between her legs, hungrily kissing down her body. He used his tongue to stimulate her first, pulling orgasm after orgasm after her. She had never had these many orgasms in one night and that wasn't lost on Andy. "No one has ever made you feel this good, right, darling? Only I can do it this good." Y/N whined loudly when his tongue circled her bud.

"Bet those nasty boys your age have never made you feel this way. Worshipped. You're mine, Y/N, only mine. Say it." Y/N was too overwhelmed to respond, only a pathetic "yours" leaving her lips as she came again. For the… third? No, fourth time? She definitely lost count. "You're so fucking gorgeous," Andy moaned as he emerged from between her thighs, his jaw and chin covered in her juices.

He had eaten her out so well, like her a hungry man offered a meal after a long starvation. Like she was his last meal. Y/N blushed at the sight of him, covering her face with her hands. Andy easily shoved the hands aside, leaning in to kiss her. "All mine. Beautiful. Mine, only mine," he grunted possessively and Y/N gasped when she felt something poking her thigh. She looked down and saw him. He was giant.

"It's too big," she blurted out and Andy chuckled, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. "You'll be okay." Grabbing the base of his shaft, he slowly pushed inside of her, giving her time to adjust to his size. Y/N winced at the burn on her hips but when he bottomed out inside her, all the pain was replaced by pleasure. "Fuck, so fucking tight," Andy helplessly groaned, leaning forward and resting his forehead against her shoulder.

"Please, please move." Andy complied, thrusting into her at a slow pace at first but when he was certain she was able to handle it, he sped up. Y/N moaned right into his ear as he nibbled on her neck, leaving behind dark, red marks. Now everyone will know she's taken. The moan fueled his libido and he sped up more, growling deep in his chest.

Y/N's eyes flew open at the animalistic sound and she gripped his shoulders, trying to steady herself as she moved like a rag doll against him and his powerful thrusts. "Scream my name, darling, tell everyone who's making you feel so good. Tell everyone you belong to me and me only. You're mine, all mine. I'm never letting you go," he snarled as he neared his release. "Andy," Y/N screamed shamelessly.

"That's it, doll. Months, for months I've tried to get you to say my name. Is that why you've been avoiding it? Can't help but imagine being under me and moaning my name every time you heard it?" he groaned brusquely and Y/N jerked, her orgasm hitting her unexpectedly. "Yes," she whimpered at his previous comment but Andy couldn't speak. Holy shit, she just squirted all over my bed.

His taut abdomen, his shaft, his thighs and his bed were all drenched. Y/N was lying on the bed, her eyes closed, convulsing as she reeled in from the first-time experience. "Shit, baby, do you see this? You just squirted all over me," Andy laughed breathlessly, leaning over to press his lips to hers. Y/N cocked an eye open as a blush spread across her cheeks.

"I what?! Oh my God, I'm so sorry—"

Andy entered her core with one swift motion, shutting her up. "That was fucking hot, doll, do it again," he urged and resumed his fast pace. Y/N cried out tiredly, her eyes landing on the clock in the corner of the room. It's been an hour?! How much energy does this man have? "Andy, I'm—" He was already close to his release and when she took his name, he was done. He pulled out of her and spilled his seed all over her chest and face, groaning loudly.

Then he spit on his fingers and brought them to her bud, furiously rubbing until she squirted again, right on his face. "Oh my God," Andy groaned, licking up and swallowing all her juices. "Andy, I'm tired…" She couldn't even lift a finger, that's how spent she was.

Andy was a sight. All wet, from top to bottom, covered in her juices, he looked like he had just stepped out of a swimming pool. "Okay, baby girl, get some sleep. I'll take care of you." And he did, he gently cleaned her up as she dozed off, and carried her to her room. He then hopped into the shower for a quick wash, dried himself up, put on some boxers and went to Y/N's room as well.

The bed in his room was… well, let's just say it was done for. He was going to be throwing the mattress out the next day, he knew that. When he walked into her room, his heart melted at the sight of her deep asleep, still naked, curled up on her side. He shut the door behind him and walked towards the bed, easily sliding in next to her. He pulled the covers on top of them and pulled Y/N into his arms, dropping a kiss to her shoulder.

"I love you, angel. So sweet, only mine."

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A/N: This is the first time I've posted smut and a non-marvel fic 😳 I know it's probably not that good but thanks for reading anyway! Leave a like if you enjoyed!

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paulsonsratched · 2 years

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The Table pt. 1

(reader x Billie Dean Howard)

Scenario:

Y/n starts having a conversation with a stranger by writing each other messages on your school desk.

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You look at the big clock in front of you, what seems like the hundredth time today.

Your teacher talks about some mathematical issues that you didn’t care nor know anything about. You overlook the class from your seat in the back, which confirms you in the thought of not being the only one with that mindset.

Just bored or sleepy faces all around you, some already passed out by the monotony of every math lesson.

After some more minutes of witnessing the misery around you, you decide to take out your phone and do what you usually did:

Watching Netflix with subtitles. The fact that even that was more exciting than anything else in this room made you chuckle inaudible.

You turn on “Ratched” and start watching, completely mesmerized by the cinematography of the entire series.

“How lucky these people are.” You thought to yourself. They get up every day to do a job they are actually passionate about. Of course you knew they had to go a long way with a lot of work and efforts to be exactly where they are right now too but you couldn’t suppress the envy you feel for them living their dream and you being stuck in this lifeless building, listening to stuff you do not get nor need for your future education and goals. How much time you lost because of all this.

“Ms. Y/L/N. You are playing with the tears of your parents.” A calm voice behind me took me out of my thoughts. Shit.

You turn around just to see your math teacher, he was holding out his hand, motioning for you to give him your phone.

Judging by his looks he was done with all this shit too. You feel sorry for him. He’s well aware that no one is listening to him.

You turn off the phone and hand it to him without protest.

The rest of the lesson you just sit in silence, focusing on the blackboard but as much as you try, it’s impossible to understand.

You take out a pen from my bag scribbling around on the desk like you always do.

You draw myself sitting on your seat exaggerating the sad expression on you face and putting a bubble right next to your face that says “This shit sucks.”

After finishing my “masterpiece” you heard the bell ring. You jump off your chair, grabbing your phone from your teacher and leaving school. The rest of the day went smooth. You made yourself some food, continued watching “Ratched” this time with sound and went to bed early falling into a big slumber.

•

You were strutting into school to your usual seat when you saw someone erased your artistic escapade from yesterdays lesson.

That wasn’t confusing since the cleaning lady always did that. Bless her soul.

Confusing was the sentence in neat handwriting that was standing at the same spot as mine yesterday.

“I’m here since way too long as well.”

Do we have a new student? No one ever sits at your table, in fact they got it at the start of this year from the storage room just for you because the classes became too full and I insisted on a table for just yourself.

No one sits or ever sat here. “Good morning class.” The voice of my media design teacher took me out of my thoughts.

You sit down, listening to the task he told us to do for todays lesson. After he finished you took out your notebook and typ down on it, researching the task. After a while your glance lands on the sentence in front of you again. The way this person was writing mesmerizes me. Every letter looks like it was printed just the small cursive ends of every letter gave away it in fact was written by hand.

Your gaze drops back to the notebook in front of you after your sight quickly caught the clock revealing you haven’t got much time left. You finished your assignment just on time and after the bell rang you put your books into your bag. Your face stops once more at the writing on your table. Should you answer quick? Your head was spinning till you roll your eyes at yourself. Why not you idiot?

“Just one more year and it’s finally done.” You finished your sentence with a sun and made your way out of the class, joining your friends for lunch before you attend the rest of your classes.

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One day later you make your way to your last class of the day. Math. Immediately your shoulders sunk deeper, without any motivation you enter the room. Making your way up to your table your eyes lit up as you already saw the same neat handwriting that was left on your table the day before. You don’t know why but excitement stirs in you as you approach your desk.

“Better a year than an eternity.” was written on it. “Wise.” You whisper to yourself, sitting down. “I like your mind.” You write a quick respond deciding to ask your teacher after lesson who this mysterious person that gives you such an unknown excitement is.

The lesson went quiet, monotonous as always. After you heard the bell ring you decide to pack your bag slower than usual to be alone with your teacher and asking him the question that burns on your tongue. After everyone left you make your way up to the teachers desk. “Excuse me sir. Can I ask you something?” Your teacher immediately spins around facing you. Saying he looks confused is an understatement, probably thinking you are gonna ask something about the lesson.

“Y/n of course. Go ahead.” he answers.

“Do you know who’s sitting there when it’s not my lesson?” You ask pointing to your seat to make sure he understands. He looks at you with a confused impression. “I’m afraid no one sits there y/n. All that k know is, that this table was last used as a teachers table 10 years ago.” You look at him confused. “That’s impossible sir. Why would I even get a teachers table? It would have been used otherwise.” You state. He takes a deep breath and what he answers let the blood in your veins freeze. “The teacher who’s table this was died in her classroom, on exactly this table. Two days ago it was exactly 10 years ago.”

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mayans-sauce · 3 years

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Gemma’s Daughter (1/?)

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Cursing, angst, yelling, cheating, heartbreak, physical fight

Request by anon which you can find HERE

A/N: thank you for the request! Sorry it’s a little late. I changed it up a bit by having Jax and Gemma still be alive as well as some other things. I’m really happy with how this turned out so I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it <3

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This was the third time Angel’s phone went straight to voicemail. It was the middle of the night, and he said he would be home 3 hours ago for his and your movie night which at the end of it, you would share some thrilling life-changing news. You were worried sick about him not returning your calls, worried that something serious had happened. What if he was hurt? Or worse, dead? You decided to shoot him a text; maybe he was doing something important, making it so he couldn’t pick up right now.

📲 Angel😇

Baby, where are you? I’m worried! Please just let me know if you’re safe ok? I have something exciting to tell you. Love you❤️

You texted some of the other guys. None of them had heard anything from him. They told you not to worry. He was probably caught up with something and would turn up eventually. Luckily your brother Jax picked up when you called. You asked him for some guidance on if you should sound the alarm or wait until Angel gave off noise. Since he was in the same life as your husband, you figured he would know what’s best. He told you better to wait. That he was most likely dealing with something that had taken his full attention. If he didn’t turn up tomorrow, Jackson said he would take the drive over to help you look for him. You were so thankful for your big brother. He was always there to help you whenever he could. To protect and love you.

You refused to go to sleep before he came home or before he called you, so you knew he was safe and sound. Some movie was playing on the TV that you didn’t pay much attention to. The battle between you and your eyelids was still going strong. All of a sudden, you were woken up from your zombie state by the front door opening and closing. Footsteps that belonged to no other than Angel made their way into the dim-lit living room.

“Angel!” His movements were sort of clumsy. A sign that he had been drinking. You came to stand at his side. Holding him up by his forearm as it looked like he was going to faint face down ass up on the floor any second. Your nose scrunched up at the strong smell of the alcohol on him. “Angel, I was worried sick! Where were you?” “I was out with my brother.” His words had a pinch of sluggishness in them as he spoke. “We were supposed to have our movie night! We haven’t seen each other all week, and this was going to be our evening together.”

“Ugh,” he tugged himself out of your grasp, which took you by surprise. “Why are you so bossy all the time? I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.” His words started to sting a little, but you didn’t think that much of it. He was shitfaced drunk, and he wasn’t his usual self. “Angel I-“ “No, you listen here, I’m sick and tired of you always going; oh Angel this oh Angel that,” he tried to mimic your voice but failed miserably, “like shut up. Shut the fuck up for one goddamn second in your life and stop being so fucking clingy.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. The tears in your eyes started to build up as you held two protective hands over your stomach. Your mouth was slightly agape in disbelief. “A-Angel ple-please-“ “No, I don’t fucking care right now. I’m leaving.” And just like that, he turned around and walked out. The force of the door slamming shut shook the whole house as you were left with an emptiness inside you.

The tears ran down your cheeks like it was pouring rain outside. Your body trembled at the anxiety and stress you were feeling at what just happened. You looked down at where your hands were laid over your stomach. “I-I’m so sorry li-little bean. I’m so so-sorry, my sweetheart.”

In the morning, you woke up in the worst state you have ever been in. The same clothes as yesterday were still on you. The pounding in your head wouldn’t seem to stop. Your eyes raw from crying, and your throat felt like rough sandpaper. Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you padded down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As you stared out the kitchen window, you saw your neighbor playing with their kids, which started the production of tears again.

A gasp left you of the sound from the front door opening and Angel’s voice calling for you. You met him in the living room—both of you staring at each other without saying a word. You should be mad at him, shouldn’t you? To scream at him for saying those hurtful things? But for some reason, your heart wouldn’t allow you to do so. You were just relieved that he had come home.

Angel was the first one to break the awkward silence. “Please… sit,” he pointed towards the sofa. You sat at one end while he took his place at the other. His face was in his hands. It looked like he had something to share with you. “Angel… what is it?” Your voice was nothing but a whisper. His eyes locked with yours and his heart broke when he saw what mess he had left you in. “I’m sorry for how I acted. Yelling at you like that…saying things that aren’t true… it’s not what you deserve. I don’t know what came over me and… I have something I need to tell you.” He looked up to you as tears welled up in his eyes. You gave him a slight nod, a sign that he could go ahead with whatever it was.

“When I left in the night, I was supposed to go over to pop's house to sleep. I didn’t take the bike because I was too shitfaced to drive, so I went on foot hoping that it would sober me up… and... I just kept walking and walking until I found myself… not at Felipe’s.” He peeked up to you from where he was looking down at the floor just a moment ago. His heart broke into microscopic pieces when he saw on your face that you knew where his story was most likely going. As much as he didn’t want to finish, he had to. He had to come clean and straight with you. You deserved that much.

“I found myself at Adelita’s place… and… we hooked up.” The silence after he said that was hefty and long. Once again, he was the one to break it. “Querida… it’s the biggest fucking mistake I have ever made in my fucking life. I don’t know what the fuck came over me to do something like that to you… to us.”

He tried to get a hold of your hand, but you pulled away in disgust. You didn’t want him to touch you after he had been feeling all up on her in the night while you were home alone crying yourself to sleep. You had no words, none. Your mouth was opening and closing, but nothing seemed to escape it. “Please say something.” “Where is she?” “I don’t see ho-“ “Goddammit Angel, just tell me where the fuck she is!” The scream you let out startled him. “Sh-she’s at the clubhouse… there was some emergency that needed to be taken care of, and it couldn’t wait till later.”

At lightning speed, you had grabbed the car keys and were out the door. Angel registered what the fuck was going on when he heard the engine's roar from the car. He was quick to his feet and on his bike to try and catch up before you did anything stupid.

Not thinking straight, you barge through the Templo doors to be met with Adelita and the rest of the MC standing over a map planning something. “Sweetheart, you aren’t supposed to be here,” Bishop said with a stern manner. You didn’t hear him. You didn’t care that you weren’t supposed to be in the room. All you could think about was the rage filling you up as she stood there gloating at you. A smug look on her face that you knew where your man had been last night, all cozy and tangled up together in her sheets.

She didn’t expect you to jump her and start beating the shit out of her; she knew you weren’t that type of girl, so it startled her when you did. That’s when Angel walked in out of breath and saw the scene in front of him that had him stand dead in his tracks as he watched. Your hands punched and scratched as you screamed, "I'm the mother of his child, not you bitch! Don’t ever touch him again!” You didn’t register what you said, and now everyone knew. She tried to fight back, but you were much more powerful than her.

It took the guys a few moments to pull you off as they were in sheer shock at what was going on in front of them. You were usually a shy and sweet girl that wouldn’t even hurt a fly. They were surprised that you so quickly took her down. Once pulled off, Taza escorted Adelita out since it was time for her to leave. “How in the fuck did you do that?” They almost said in unison. "Jax may be my brother, but my mother is Gemma, and you definitely don’t want to fuck with us.” You knew your mother would be proud of you for standing up for yourself and for putting that bitch in her place.

“Wait… you’re pregnant.” “Yes, Angel, I’m fucking pregnant, and you’ve just fucked up our whole relationship, our future.” The tears that were threatening to spill were managed to be put under control by your choice of not showing any of them how you truly felt, sad, empty, alone, and betrayed by Angel’s choices of thinking with his dick and not his fucking brain.

You were about to storm out when he grabbed you by the forearm. “Wait, please… we can fix this! Please let me fix this dulce.” “No, Angel,” you twisted your arm to get loose of his grip; the touch of him made you cringe, “the damage has already been done. I can’t fucking stand to look at you. Not now. I’m going home… I’m going home to Charming for a while.” And with that, you left Angel there to mend his broken pieces at losing the two of you…

To Be Continued

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teddy06writes · 3 years

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Ghost Stories

Dallas Winston x reader

Requested: No

Trigger Warnings: some swearing

Premise: based on the song Ghost Stories By The Narcissist's Cookbook; you hadn't planed it, but one day the L word slips out, and maybe Dally isn't so sure

{Idk how to give a proper premise just read the thing, or listen to the song, it's great}

{implied aged up by a bit}

{this was probably better in my head}

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It had been late, you'd been tired, and he'd been holding you. It was almost like a chemical reaction waiting until the proper catalyst had been thrown in.

Something about the way he'd chuckled, mumbling, "You look half asleep doll."

Something about that made you smile, a simple phrase passing through your lips, "I love you."

But he'd frozen, face contorting someway you couldn't read, "What the fuck did you just say? Why the hell did you say that?"

You sat up frowning, "Dal- I-"

"No. No no." He muttered, pushing away from you and standing up, "Why did you- why the fuck would you do that?"

"Dal I love you- I wasn't going to say it- because I figured- but- I-" You stumbled over your words.

He shook his head, almost angry even as tears seemed to sprout in his eyes, "Why?"

"I-" You faltered, "I don't know."

Dallas ran a hand through his hair, nearly disappointed with the answer, "Get out."

"What-"

"Just get out!" He turned away from you, but you could still tell he was crying.

Now fighting back your own tears, you grabbed your jacket, tugging on your shoes and hurrying to the door, "I'm sorry."

That was last night, and now you paced back and forth in your apartment, having gotten barley any sleep.

You knew he would have some issue when you told him you loved him. That was why you had held off. But you'd never expected it would turn out like that.

You made up your mind, quickly tugging on your shoes and heading to the door, hurrying outside only to nearly slam into someone on the way down the steps.

"God damn-" You muttered, looking up at frowning, "Dallas..."

He looked tired, eyes only slightly rimmed red, "G'morning. Where you headed?"

"Your place," You said simply, "You seemed disappointed with my answer, so I figured I'd carry on explaining."

He shrugged, "Explain then."

You sighed, "I mean- I've loved a lot of people in my life, or at least I thought I have- I mean I've written them all off, when they leave, or I leave them. Because that means- doesn't it? that means that it must not have been love in the first place right?"

He stayed quiet.

Frowning you started back up the steps, starting to open your door again, "I don't see why it's such a big deal for me to say it even if I'm not fully sure. I haven't found a reason to write it off. Have you?"

He frowned, "(y/n), I just don't-"

You shook your head, starting inside, "Your not answering the question."

Dallas grabbed the door before you could shut it, "I don't know! Because I thought I was so fuckin smart when you met me! I'd finally been starting to feel like a real person- you know? Like a human being! Kept the kind of secrets real people kept, told the kind of lies real people told! You can't tell me you weren't feeling the same way then!"

"I did," You agreed quietly, nodding, "But most of all I loved like I thought real people loved. Never really staying anywhere, perpetually in the process of going somewhere- now I look back on that me and I think Jesus Christ, what a dick- what a leech! Treating relationships like an ice cream factory, eating all I could handle and then throwing it all up and running away-"

You shook your head and looking back to where he hovered in the doorway, "Yeah I'm not 16 anymore, but I'm still me and what's more I want to run away sometimes- all the times actually, in that stupid little way I do where I lock myself up in my room and listen to music on repeat till my brain leaks all over the sofa-"

You cut yourself off, "Fuck! Sorry. You asked me a direct question yesterday."

He nodded.

You sighed, "You can come in, all the way. Sit down or something."

"I just- want an answer, (y/n). Because no one's ever loved me- you know? Why would anyone? You know? It's like I'm scared that I'm imaginary, that I invent myself everyday so other people don't have to- that who I really am is secondary to what I want everyone else to see..." He stopped rambling, looking up at you, "You know?"

You nearly laughed, "Your scared that your crazy- but god help us your twice as scared your sane because then what excuse would you have for treating people like problems that need to be solved or explained."

He nodded, "That's where you come in- You came along, taught me that people cannot be explained-"

"Because we're all ghost stories at the end of the day," You interrupted, "And maybe we should just aim to stay that way."

The room was silent for a long moment before you sighed, "Maybe there's a reason we do these wonderful-horrible things to each other but the reasons are too simply to be satisfying, and then we're left forgetting and re mystifying, because we don't really want to understand what makes us hurt each other! No we don't really want to understand what makes us hurt each other!"

Your outburst finished, again you lapsed into silence, only the sound of Dallas' foot nervously tapping filling the room, "(y/n), why? Why do you love me?"

You bit your lip, "I love you- because I have too. There is no why about it. No more than there's a reason why water vapor gathers in the sky, or why the nettles in the Curtis' garden come back no matter how much Pony tries to keep them at bay-"

You ran a hand through your hair, sighing, "There is a how I suppose, don't really understand it though. Maybe if I dug around in the soil I'd find where all this love comes from and what its for- But then the question would be answered, ghost story would be over."

You didn't look up until you could feel him sitting beside you, mumbling, "I guess there'd be little point in telling it then."

You nodded, "I understand if you want to go, leave all of this. But Right now I'd be happy to just let it be, let you be you and me be me. Sleep till noon and watch tv, make schemes together, and hope to god I'm right when I say- I love you."

He searched your eyes, breathing, "I love you..." He nodded, almost reassuring himself, "I just enjoy being around you... I don't think I'm going, anywhere."

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