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twosroos · 1 year

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all grown up [ch. 13 finale]

roos says ! cries bc i don't wanna finish this main sector of the series but smiles bc i know im writing one shots of it LMAOOO anyway thank u all for the wild ride that has been this series :(!!! if you enjoyed it please keep an eye on my page for more writing, I'm gonna be writing a lot more in the few weeks I'm home before school starts up again lol

desc ! the night before bob leaves feels a little bitter sweet, but you know that no matter what, you'll be seeing him again.

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd, jake "hangman" seresin

tws: mentions of violence, alcohol, cursing, and I think that's it?

ao3 link ! last chapter ! [links will be updated my tumblr is currently dying]

By the time you make it back outside, Jake’s standing by your mom as dinner is plated out. Bob plants a soft kiss on your lips before slipping into the crowd and waving hello to a friend while he scoops up Molly in his arms. You laugh softly, turning to go grab a drink when Jake presses a hand to your shoulder.

“Can I steal you for a moment?” He whispers and you nod, letting him pull you off to the side, behind the bar. He immediately asks, "did anyone find a ring while cleaning up the barn?"

"A ring? Yeah, we gave it to my mom." You say and Jake grabs your shoulders, gentle but firm as he turns you to look at him fully, his green eyes staring into yours deeply.

"Listen to me before you freak out, okay?" Jake says softly, glancing from side to side before he speaks again, "Mike came here with the plan of trying to get you to marry him. He said if you said no, he'd find a way to get you."

You scoff, though the idea of Mike trying to get to you makes your chest tighten and heart pound, "Why would he think I'd say yes? He's an idiot."

"I don't know, Rhinestone, but listen, okay? I want you to come to California with us." Jake almost bites his lips, as if expecting you to explode, but you just blink at him.

"Wait, what?"

"You need to come with us, I already talked to your mom and she said it was okay, and I can get you on our plane--" Jake's eyes a wider than usual, clear panic in his tone, but for some reason, you don't seem to pick up on it.

"Jake, wait, I can't go. I have to train for the Open." You laugh under your breath, a weird sort of self-soothing feeling clouding your thoughts for a second before you shake it away to think instead of ignoring what was going on, "I have to train my students, and I'd have to talk to my boss. Jake, I can't just go now."

"But Mike--" Jake urges and your chest tightens, fear taking hold as you start to subconsciously realize just what Jake's saying. Mike wants to come and get you. To hurt you, or something along those lines. But you also have things here you need to do, the Open is something you've been dreaming of doing, and how are you supposed to do all that without your horse?

"I'll get a gun, or something, I'll do what I have to but I can't come with you guys. I have shit to do here, I have a life here!" You shout, as the cloud of glaring at Jake, "I'll figure it out, but I'm not leaving."

"No! Rhinestone-!"

"Why are you two yelling over here?" Bob asks, a drink in hand as he passes one to you, "Is everything okay?"

"It's fine, Rob." You sigh waving a hand at him while you go and take a swig of your drink. It's just the drink you would've made yourself, and you wonder how he knows it. Jake scoffs immediately after you speak, waving a hand in shock, though making sure to keep his movement away from you.

"No! We aren't sweeping this under the rug are you crazy?" He snaps and you huff, knowing you're kinda acting immature and downplaying it, but they leave tomorrow, and who are you to worry them?

"We are," You take a long swig of your drink, "Because I'm not coming to California."

"Woah Woah Woah, can we slow down?" Bob holds a hand out, "Why is she coming to Cali?"

Jake crosses his arms, staring you down with a tinge of annoyance in his gaze, "Because Mile's a fucking lunatic. And I don't trust him to not drive his ass back here and hurt her."

"I have to train for the Open!" You groan, bringing a hand to your head, "Mike’s a lunatic for thinking he was even gonna get me to marry his ass! I'm not fucking arguing this right now with you. Let's just enjoy the party, and deal with it tomorrow before you leave."

“He wanted to marry you?” Bob whispers, “What..? But he’d put his hands on you like that?”

"I don't know, I don't think Mike has a single thought in his head." you sigh softly, "But, I promise you that nothing will happen. I'll stay home through the open, maybe move back into my Mom's house or something? I'll get a gun, I'll do what I need to."

"Are you sure you'll be fine?" Jake asks and Bob turns, nodding his head at Jake and then to you and blinking softly. You sigh, nodding.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll figure it out, and I'm sure my family and Robby's family will help me out as much as needed. They hate Mike more than I do."

"I trust them, and I trust you." Bob murmurs, gently crossing his arms, "I'm gonna be honest, Darlin', I'd feel better if you came with us... but I understand needin' to stay back for the open. I just don't want something to happen."

"I know, Robby. Look, the Open's in a month. I'll train and as soon as I'm done I'll come right to California. I'll talk to my parents about Genevieve, and I'll just... I don't know, keep tabs on him as best I can, okay?" You move to hug him, placing your head right under his collarbone. He doesn't hesitate to plant a kiss on your hairline and wrap you tightly in his arms.

"You call me at the first sign of trouble, you hear me?" He whispers, "Please."

"I will. I promise." You murmur and Bob leans forward to gently press his lips to yours, molding in perfectly.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Floyd." You murmur when the kiss pulls back, but something shifting behind you makes you remember the fact that Jake’s only a few feet from you. You blink, noticing the way his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Jake?”

"You’re fucking?” He gapes and before you go to sputter out a shush to him he groans and dramatically sloshes his drink, “I owe Phoenix a hundred dollars! Fuck!”

“Never bet with me, Bags!” Phoenix calls from a distance, and then all the pilots realize what was entailed by those two conversations and start whistling.

Bob realizes before you do.

“Oh my fucking god! you had a bet we were gonna get together?!” He groans and you nearly spit out your drink at the realization.

“Are we like a thing?”

“We’ve had sex twice, and all the other shit, so yeah, I think so?”

Jake laughs, head tossed back against the bar and you groan as you bury your head in Bob's shoulder. He laughs softly, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame and kissing your head again. Across the way, Bob catches Asher's eye and the latter gives him a small nod, almost like approval. Bob nods back a promise to keep you safe, completely unspokenly fixing the fear in your brother's heart.

Majority of those not sleeping over that night part by eleven, the rest splitting off around one. The daggers, plus you, decide that you're gonna end up being up at four in the morning anyway, so what would three more hours of awakeness hurt? You all end up in the pool, the 'elders' lounging in the shallow end while the rest of you idly float around the deep end and roughhouse a bit every few minutes. Eventually, people start to break off to shower and pack to leave for the night, and Bob's one of the first claiming he's got a lot of things to do. The group, at first, keeps him in the pool with drinks and conversation until he finally manages to get out.

Though, you snag him for one last kiss before he goes and then float idly along the pool walls as Tom Petty fades out on the radio as Bob walks down the trail to your house.

"You," Jake sneers, "Motherfucking bitch. You didn't tell me you were dating?!"

People started laughing, Fanboy laughing so hard he had to put his head down on the side of the pool and calm himself down. The rest of the pilots laughed along, and you chuckled as you rolled your eyes and downed the rest of your drink.

"I don't think we're like, super serious," You said, "But I think that'll change when I get to California."

"Oh, when will you be joining us in good ol' Fightertown, Rhinestone?" Rooster calls, kicking the wall so his float drifted over to you and Jake's floats. Phoenix kicked him back, giggling when he groaned, as Halo fist-bumped her as she sat next to Phoenix on the side of the pool.

"Well, The Open is three days before Bob's birthday. I'll probably fly down after driving back from Virginia with Fuego." You hum, drumming your fingers along the side of the pool and blinking up at the stars, "Maybe I'll surprise him for his birthday."

"Oh!" Fanboy perks up, "Oh! We are so surprising him for his birthday, Coyote and Halo, you're helping me plan this, right?"

"Oh hell yeah." Halo raises her drink, "as long as Coyote lets me actually plan this time."

The two immediately start to argue and you laugh, turning your head to Jake who shrugs at them and splashes water their way, and the squawk Coyote lets out makes everyone laugh aloud. A few people leave the pool around this time, and

"Thanks for showing us a different side of Bob," Fanboy calls as he hops into the pool behind Jake and you shrugged.

"That's the Bob I know."

“You’ll see the Bob we know if you get on base,” Fanboy says, idly floating back over and swatting a mosquito away idly. And after about an hour, you're turning off the lights in the outdoor pool area before making your way to your small house in the back of the property. Making your way inside, and climbing up your temporary ladder, you see Bob finishing up packing in grey sweats and no shirt.

"A sight for sore eyes." You chime, giggling to yourself as you walked over to your dresser and picked out an oversized shirt and a pair of tiny shorts to sleep in. As usual.

"As are you." He hums, coming up behind you and planting a soft kiss on your jaw as he rocks you from side to side in the dim light of your small cozy bedroom, "I love you."

"Never stop saying that." You sigh, "I love you too, Robby. I love you so much, thank you for loving me, and trusting me."

"Thank you for giving me another chance, darlin'." He chuckles his response, watching as you turn around and press your hands to his chest as you smile at him and the feeling of his arms tight around your back.

"I dunno if you would've given me another choice, you were real willin' to give it all for me." You tease, and despite your smile, Bob's face hardens just a bit. It wouldn't be noticeable to anyone but you or his mom, but it makes you falter.

"If you told me no sternly, I'd walked away." He hums, bringing one hand up to cup your face, "I'm not Mike, and I'm not gonna let anyone love you as he did. No one is ever gonna put their hands on you like that again, darlin'."

You pause, blinking back the tears in your eyes before pulling him into a soft kiss. He blinks into it, then sighs softly as you slowly pull back, "You're the only man I wanna love."

"Good." He squeezes your hips, then teasingly pops the side of his hand against your butt with a chuckle, "cause I don't want anyone else to have you."

"Now, lemme shower and do all my bedtime things before we can lay down." You smile and he nods, peppering a few kisses across your cheeks before you slip into the attached bathroom and do what you need to do. When you get back into your bedroom, Bob's laying down and texting on his phone. He perks up when you lay down beside him and bury yourself in the blankets as the fan rolls air across your room.

"How much longer until you leave?" You ask, nudging your face against his shoulder and blinking up at him. He smiles, kissing your hairline as he plops his phone down and watches you look up at him.

"Two hours." He rubs your arm, turning and kissing your head again, "I don't wanna leave you."

You sigh, "I know, honey. But hey, it won't be too long until I see you again. I'll be in California sometime after The Open, and we can just... live. No Mike, no stupid siblings, just us. And the Navy I guess."

"And the Navy." He laughs softly, letting you roll so you're practically on top of him. His arms wrap tightly around you and he peppers kisses along your skin. You lay there, letting him just gently kiss your skin and murmur compliments along your skin. Trying your hardest to not fall asleep, you blink slowly and grunt with agitation when you realize you can't stay awake as well as you want to.

"Go to sleep, alright? I'll wake you up before I leave." He murmurs, "I have a gift for you anyways, and I wanna say goodbye."

And despite you saying you won't, Bob watches as your eyes slip shut and your cheek smushes against his chest and he smiles as he adjusts the both of you until you're comfortable and then idly scrolls on his phone to pass the time. The sounds of the fan idly vibrating as it runs and your soft snores being his only company.

When his alarm to get ready to leave goes off, he shakes your shoulder softly. After a few grunts and complaints from you, he manages to get you to blearily wake up with the promise of his aforementioned gift. You rub your eyes and lazily sit up and yawn slowly as he pops his bag down and rustles through it before handing you something small and metal. The cold, rough feeling against your hands makes your eyes widen as you look at your hands.

"Dogtags?" you ask and Bob nods, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, and shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as he takes the chain and unclasps it before lifting the tags up.

"I want you to have something to remember me by, Y/n... they accidentally gave me a second pair of dog tags during boot camp and I had to just live with it. I guess I was meant to give these to you, and..." He clips the chain on your neck and settles the dog tags between your collarbones. You blink up at him, trying to not burst into tears as you watch Bob's eyebrows lift up in an upset look.

"Robby..?"

"No matter what happens to us I want you to have these because I love you more than I love breathing. I love you more than this job, my friends, or my entire livelihood. And I need you to have this because this.." he taps the metal, "This is me. And if you have it, I'm with you just like you're with me in the jet as that old ass photo."

"You have your own, right? In case something happens..?" You whisper and he nods, gently bringing his hands to your face and kissing your lips so softly, so tenderly that you wish you could hold him there forever.

"I love you." He whispers, "You hung the stars for me, and if you asked I'd lay down everything I know for you."

"That's a bit excessive." You tease, kissing him once more and his laugh makes your heart light up because who knew that you'd have this only a few days ago?

"Maybe." He shrugs with a dopey, half-awake smile, "but that's love."

"That's love." You agree, and when Jake comes to get Bob a few minutes later, he doesn't comment on the dog tags. None of the pilots do when you wish them all goodbye.

And you look into flights from Georgia to California and buy some silicone silencers after practice one day because god those things fucking click like mad. And Bob calls you every night, and sometimes the other pilots are there and when you miss him, all you have to do is put your hand over your chest where the dog tags are and everything feels alright again.

#Bob Floyd x you #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #Top Gun: Maverick #robert floyd #lt. robert floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #x reader #all grown up twosroos

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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years

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Found (Outside the Screen) (CC!Dream x GN!Reader) Part 2

Request: That dream angst fuckin wrecked my heart..any chance for a part 2 with comfort(im not the og requester so if not thats fine its just OUGH my heart)

I have written this three times over because tumblr didn’t save it. THEN. Tumblr doesn’t show it to ANYONE unless they check my account. This happened to my Ranboo fic as well... I will honestly cry if no one sees this.

Once again. This is a completely fictitious story and version of Clay.

TW: Panic attacks, self deprecating thoughts,

"(Y/n)!"

His voice echoed through the house as you scrambled around corners to escape the possible wrath of your boyfriend. Or maybe even soon to be ex boyfriend.

Despite living in this house with him for a little over two years, it was beginning to feel like a maze. You couldn't tell which way was left and which way was right, your head spinning with panic as you gasped for breath.

He's gonna find you...

The house wasn't even that big, and quite an open concept, so you had no idea why you were finding it so confusing. All you knew at the moment was...

Get out.

Once your eyes landed on the door that lead out, you made a beeline towards it and flung it open. Maybe you should've known better than to attempt to run from the manhunt god...

The footsteps pounding against the floor not too far behind you startled you enough to jump outside and slam the door behind you in hopes of giving yourself enough time to run farther.

There were plenty of things failing to register in your mind as you ran down the empty sidewalks. Such as the poor choice (or lack) of shoes you were wearing, or even the heavy night rain pelting down on your shaking body.

Your lungs were burning.. But your brain had thrown itself so far into fight or flight mode that you had no care for anything around you, hardly blinking twice as the signs of unfamiliar street names flew past you.

Eventually, when you physically couldn't breathe any longer, you sat on a bench and took awhile to think. The consistent rain pelting down on your head was actually a decent grounder to help you snap yourself out of it... But that only caused more confusion and another wave of panic to wash over you.

Where... were you?

Doesn't matter. Don't go back.

Oh God... He hates you..

Why wouldn't he..?

He was too embarrassed to show you to his chat!

What did you do that was so embarrassing?

God.. What was so wrong with you that he stayed in his streaming room for days on end!?

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you choked back a few sobs, trying your best to keep what was left of your composure. Very quickly, however, you gave up on trying to hold yourself together and broke down, hiding your face in your knees.

Time seemed to pass by way too quickly but also way too slowly at the same time.. Like time itself was giving you the one finger salute. When you finally stopped crying, you leaned back against the back of the bench and gave a shaky sigh before you decided to attempt to think rationally again.

You had no clue where you were. Nothing looked familiar. What time is it? No clue, you don't have your... Your phone!

You quickly scrambled to your pocket to pull out the cellular device, and stared at the black screen for a few seconds. Anxiety was the reason for your hesitance as you stared into your reflection, frowning slightly. Without thinking twice, you pressed the button and the screen lit up with various arrays of colours.

78 Missed calls from Clay💚

2 Missed calls from George👓🇬🇧

7 Missed calls from Sapnap🔥

Was... He so mad that his friends were trying to yell at you too? You tilted your head slightly and scrolled through the other notifications on your lockscreen.

Twitter seemed to be losing their minds over your boyfriend's stream and wondering who the stranger was. Seeing the headlines flooded you with immeasurable guilt and you almost put your phone down again, if your phone didn't start buzzing.

You glanced down at the screen and say Clay was making call number 79... Man, he was persistent.. and he would probably continue to call until you answered...

Your finger hovered over the decline button, before slowly moving over and landing on the green one instead. "...Hello...?"

"(Y/n)...?" Had... He been crying...? "Oh my god! You're alive!" He gasped out with glee before giving a few sobs of... relief...?

"...You... Aren't... Mad?" You whispered very softly and hesitantly, your voice scratchy and sore from crying.

He sighed and there was a little bit of shuffling as well as a few male voices in the background. "No. Not in the slightest... Where are you? I want to apologize in person.. And when it doesn't sound like you're in a hurricane.."

You lifted your head up to look at the rain that was continuing to pelt down on you before looking around. "..I'm not sure.." You heard your partner echo your statement in question form as you looked for street signs through the rain. Glancing back at your phone, you saw the screen light up again, this time it was a warning label.

Your battery was almost dead...

"C-Clay.. My phone is going to die.." You murmured softly, your heart filling with dread as you turned down your brightness and closed any unnecessary apps.

There was a little bit of clattering and shuffling on the line as Clay hurriedly walked from the windows to the door, trying to see you from the home. "G-give me landmarks! Hurry!" He practically begged as you shot up from your bench, ignoring the burning soreness in your legs.

Spinning around quickly, you began listing off a few company buildings you saw, trying to shout over the rain and a few cars driving by. "Yeah-yeah! There's also that little sushi place beside the restaurant too.."

You heard the furious typing of his computer before another almost sob of relief. "You're on Rosewood Avenue... How the hell did you run that far? Okay, you're going to walk in the opposite direction of the sushi place until you reach a road called Miller Road, got that?" He waited for a verbal noise of agreement before continuing, "Once you get there, turn left and keep walking straight until you get to a steakhouse. I'll meet you half way, if you don't see me there, don't move unless you have to. Got it?" He asked firmly, with a small hint of desperation in his tone.

You rubbed your face as you mentally repeated the directions to yourself. "Yeah.. Yeah.. I got it." You began to walk along the sidewalks, your shoulders beginning to tremble from the water induced shivers trailing up and down your spine.

"..(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"I lov-"

Your phone died..

Pulling the device away from your head, you pressed the buttons a few times before groaning and shoving it into your pockets as you began to walk.

Your mind was blurry but also hyper aware along the walk to the road where Clay told you to go. 'What was he going to say? If... He doesn't hate me... was he going to say- No.. no. He hadn't said that line in over a few months now.. No reason why he would say it now..' You mentally scolded yourself.

The rain didn't seem to be too keen on letting up as you walked through large rippling puddles. Your clothes were soaked, your hair completely drenched and you were pretty sure you were gonna need to buy a new phone with how much your current one was getting waterlogged..

You rose your arm to shield your face from the onslaught of water that a car had caused by driving through a large puddle before running your hand down your face.

Part of you was still a bit.. angry... at Clay... He had ignored you for so long and wanted nothing to do with you.. Then suddenly you spill hot coffee on yourself and then boom, you have the man more focused than when he has a good speed run seed. What about all those times you were begging him to come to bed, or at least eat dinner at the table with you? Did you only matter when you were in pain?

Biting your lip, you shook off the thought as you looked up again to see the steakhouse that you were directed to go to, the signs glowingly and people shuffling in and out through the doors...

Then there was another man, standing under a large black umbrella wearing a damp lime green hoodie...

Only you'd recognize that face anywhere where others wouldn't.. Standing in the street lights perfectly was your boyfriend, Clay.

Your heart trembled but also melted slightly upon seeing that he wasn't paying attention to his screen anymore. You. He was focused on finding you...

As you began to walk closer, you saw him lift his head and stare at you for a few seconds before dropping the umbrella and lunge forward to wrap you in a loving embrace. "I'm sorry.." Was the first thing he whispered, his voice almost as hoarse as yours. "I know.. that a simple apology will never excuse what I put you through... You cared for me, and even after a stupidly ignored you... You still didn't leave, or get angry. I don't deserve you, I know that, and you have every right to be upset, angry or whatever you're feeling right now.. Please, it doesn't matter how long it takes... Just let me make it up to you and let me prove myself worthy of your love again.."

Your lips parted in surprise as you stared at him, the streetlight poorly capturing his normal beauty, but still doing it well enough that you felt your heart soar. "Clay..." Your eyes traced his features, his puffy and reddened eyes and his cheeks stained with tear tracks, "You have a lot to work and make up for... I'm not going to forgive you immediately, but I'm not going to leave you.. We can work things out.. Together, okay?"

He eagerly nodded and gently held your face in his hands before pressing a light kiss to your forehead. "I'll break away from video editing and streaming for a while.. So I can focus on repairing things with you.."

You buried your face into the male's sweater, that was beginning to become soaked as well from the rain and you, and closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him.

"(Y/n)?"

"Mm..?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Clay."

#dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x you #dreamsmp #dreamwastaken x y/n #reader insert #x reader #dream x reader #dream x you #mcyt #mcyt x reader

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icarushasfallenfromthestars · 3 years

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That dream angst fuckin wrecked my heart..any chance for a part 2 with comfort(im not the og requester so if not thats fine its just OUGH my heart)

So both you and the og requester asked for a part 2, which means I'm definitely gonna do it! (I'd do it even if the og didn't ask so lmao) I HAD TO REWRITE THIS 12 GOD DAMN TIMES BECAUSE TUMBLR IS SHIT AT SAVING THINGS

I'm honestly so glad people enjoy my writings! Feel free to request more! My inbox is open and I have no requests lined up yet!

Once again. This is a completely fictitious story and version of Clay.

TW: Panic attacks, self deprecating thoughts,

Part one

Found (Outside The Screen) (Dream x GN! Reader) Part 2

"(Y/n)!"

His voice echoed through the house as you scrambled around corners to escape the possible wrath of your boyfriend. Or maybe even soon to be ex boyfriend.

He's gonna find you...

The house wasn't even that big, and quite an open concept, so you had no idea why you were finding it so confusing. All you knew at the moment was...

Get out.

Once your eyes landed on the door that lead out, you made a beeline towards it and flung it open. Maybe you should've known better than to attempt to run from the manhunt god...

The footsteps pounding against the floor not too far behind you startled you enough to jump outside and slam the door behind you in hopes of giving yourself enough time to run farther.

Where... were you?

Doesn't matter. Don't go back.

Oh God... He hates you..

Why wouldn't he..?

He was too embarrassed to show you to his chat!

What did you do that was so embarrassing?

God.. What was so wrong with you that he stayed in his streaming room for days on end!?

You had no clue where you were. Nothing looked familiar. What time is it? No clue, you don't have your... Your phone!

78 Missed calls from Clay💚

2 Missed calls from George👓🇬🇧

7 Missed calls from Sapnap🔥

Was... He so mad that his friends were trying to yell at you too? You tilted your head slightly and scrolled through the other notifications on your lockscreen.

You glanced down at the screen and say Clay was making call number 79... Man, he was persistent.. and he would probably continue to call until you answered...

Your finger hovered over the decline button, before slowly moving over and landing on the green one instead. "...Hello...?"

"(Y/n)...?" Had... He been crying...? "Oh my god! You're alive!" He gasped out with glee before giving a few sobs of... relief...?

"...You... Aren't... Mad?" You whispered very softly and hesitantly, your voice scratchy and sore from crying.

Your battery was almost dead...

"C-Clay.. My phone is going to die.." You murmured softly, your heart filling with dread as you turned down your brightness and closed any unnecessary apps.

"..(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"I lov-"

Your phone died..

Pulling the device away from your head, you pressed the buttons a few times before groaning and shoving it into your pockets as you began to walk.

You rose your arm to shield your face from the onslaught of water that a car had caused by driving through a large puddle before running your hand down your face.

Biting your lip, you shook off the thought as you looked up again to see the steakhouse that you were directed to go to, the signs glowingly and people shuffling in and out through the doors...

Then there was another man, standing under a large black umbrella wearing a damp lime green hoodie...

Only you'd recognize that face anywhere where others wouldn't.. Standing in the street lights perfectly was your boyfriend, Clay.

Your heart trembled but also melted slightly upon seeing that he wasn't paying attention to his screen anymore. You. He was focused on finding you...

You buried your face into the male's sweater, that was beginning to become soaked as well from the rain and you, and closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him.

"(Y/n)?"

"Mm..?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Clay."

#dreamwastaken #mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream smp #x reader #reader insert #dreamwastaken x you #mcyt

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el-im · 3 years

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im putting all the things ive been meaning to write posts about into one single item because i am feeling Very Observed lately and i figure with it being as early as it is that hopefully this wont show up on some peoples dashes by the time they get around to pulling up tumblr today.

first of all heres a photo dump and some captions

from when i texted charlie my images of the sisko card, which i was really hoping he’d like

a smiley face on my coffee

i was gonna make a gender joke here bc the longer i looked at these before n after pinning back my hair pictures the more i was like ‘oh we just flipped gender presentation like a lightswitch huh’ but that was not funny and i am not funny and I wish i were but im not and its kind of a >:( fact thats been bugging me lately.

from mom, yesterday, who dropped off one for me, one for nick, one for mia, and one for abe. i was expecting this to be the only thing i got/heads up/message on valentines day but i woke up this morning to find that aub had sent me a playlist that i looked at but havent listened to yet (because im trying to order my responses to things in increasing complexity and time--i responded to the tik toks elanor sent me first, them had a look at the star trek document that joe sent me and commented on the questions he asked without giving away spoilers, and am now making this post, which ive been meaning to make, and will then maybe try to listen to the playlist and then respond to michelle’s email)

these are joes thoughts from some ds9 episodes. initially, i’d sent him a list of ‘best’ episodes (my favorites AND the eps i thought were most emblematic of ds9′s issues--bajor’s relationship with cardassia, trill relationships, etc) hoping that he’d be able to see the merit of the show, but he insisted on re-watching the first episode before he started working on the list because he’d only seen it once a long time ago, and then, after watching ep 1 and captive pursuit (with tosk) decided that he’d try to watch the full first season, especially after i expressed my dismay at realizing he wouldn’t get the chronological introduction to garak bc ep 3 wasnt on my list of best episodes. anyway. he showed me this list of written reactions after watching ep 1 and captive pursuit and it made me so happy he decided he’d keep doing it, which i insisted wasn’t necessary because it seems to me like a lot of work (and which i still feel guilty about) but he was like told me that he’d only seldom seen me as happy as i was upon reading that and it was something little he could do to foster that joy which.. makes my heart crack in two).

anyway. the real reason i started this post was because ive been up in arms for the past few days about mia and covid.

speaking of which.

baby ‘passed’ first covid test. that arrow on the side is the minimized player where im watching nemesis. hah.

anyway.

to make a longer story short, my (pregnant!!!) sister decided, stupidly, to go with her boyfriend abe, a sound engineer, to a broadcast stage he was setting up in california, because she has a liver condition that appeared during her pregnancy which makes giving birth difficult (which is emotionally challenging for her because she had always wanted to do an at-home birth without drugs) and in fact, is a condition which typically leads to the birth having to be induced early, which means, at this point in development, that she could potentially need to have the child at any time. she went with him because she didn’t want to be without him if the baby needed to come. she was there for a week, with the both of them feeling sick all the while, and then came home early without abe because she felt bad and wasnt having fun, eventually getting a ride from my mother (who lives with my grandmother and great aunt, 93 and 86 respectively) back home from the airport (she took a PLANE!?). anyway. at our insistence, she was tested the same day she got home. she was reluctant to do it because she ‘didn’t think she had it’ and figured that it was ‘just the flu, honestly’ as if she had any way of knowing that???? in the day she was waiting for her test results, she came out of her room multiple times without a mask on, walking around the kitchen or playing with the dogs, even though we told her to stay in her room (and had brought her food/hot tea/whatever else she needed). she had no reason to come out when she was 1. sick and 2. not quite sure if she had covid or not

anyway. her test came back positive so she was trying to ‘stay in her room’, which lasted for.. not even a day. nick and i, who hadn’t seen either of them in a week, but had been around each other, got tests. we (as pictured) both got negative results, so mia must have gotten it in california rather than from someone we’d all seen (like nick and mia’s dad or stepmother earlier in the month)

abe came home soon after and had taken two rapid tests when he landed, but then, when coming home, immediately was sitting in the same room as my sister, without a mask on. he slept outside in our ‘arizona room’--a screened in patio with a futon in it for the first night. when his results came back (as negative), he decided that he was fine to be in the house, so wouldn’t wear a mask in the kitchen or in the living room, (something nick and i both did) AND would also be in the same room as my sister for long periods of time. i’d like to think he was wearing a mask in there, but i can’t be sure. he was playing video games in their shared room where mia was watching tv, as long as he (AND I QUOTE) ‘stayed in his corner’. it’s a ten by ten room at most. there’s no way that staying in there, even with a mask on, for as long as he did was a smart option. so... to reiterate. abe was in a room with my sister, who has covid, for a long period of time, and then wouldn’t wear a mask when in the common areas that everyone uses. which is... great right

and the thing thats been annoying me for these last couple of days in particular, ASIDE from all the dumb shit they’ve done up to this point, is that mia says abe needs to bring her food (valid) and YET mia is always in the kitchen (which doesn’t make sense). i was in the kitchen preparing a meal the other day and she came out to refill her water. which, if abe was functioning SOLELY to bring her things, as she was insisting, would not have warranted her coming out of her room. it was the middle of the day. she could have said she needed water and left her cup by the door and i could have refilled it and brought it back.... but she didn’t. i was wearing two masks (a cloth one over a medial grade one) but was still wary about her being there--because I was making food. i told her to get out of the kitchen because she’d finished getting her water, but she said ‘just a minute!!’ and continued, not three feet away from me, trying to pick up one of the dogs and playing with her. i kept telling her to go back to her room but she was acting as though i was being rude and being completely unreasonable??? she takes every request we make for her to stay away from us as a personal attack, like we don’t want to see her or be around her, instead of us trying to protect ourselves from covid??

THEN the fun part is after all this, abe sets up an inflatable mattress in the office (which is :) right :) next :) to my room) because he decides he doesn’t want to sleep in the same room as mia (reasonable) despite having been occupying the same room as mia for hours (STUPID). so now abe is using the hall bathroom, which nick and i use/shower in/brush our teeth in. before, abe had been using mia’s bathroom off the bedroom, and, again, had been sleeping in there. so now, if abe DID catch it from mia, which is likely, at this point, he’d going to give it to nick and i.

nick and i were upset about this, and told mia last night that she needed to stay in her room. that was how people quarantined. that is how you quarantine. you do not leave your room for ANY reason, especially if you have 1. MULTIPLE PEOPLE CAPABLE AND WILLING TO BRING YOU FOOD AT ANY TIME OF DAY and 2. A BATHROOM THAT CONNECTS TO YOUR ROOM. she came out and started yelling at us about abe, though neither of us wanted to fight with her (and there was no reason to fight about something we were CLEARLY right about). she said ‘YOU CANT HAVE IT BOTH WAYS’ which meant that abe can’t not use the livingroom and the hall bathroom (which we were saying he shouldnt do) and that he can’t be in quarantine with mia (stay with her in her room) but the thing is.... BECAUSE he has spent so much time with her, and because they weren't wearing masks when they were outside and BECAUSE he spent hours playing video games in the room that my sister has been quarantined in for a whopping two days--he now shouldnt ALSO be using our bathroom, because now we can get sick. (and probably fucking will!!!!) she is having him now stay in the office and use our bathroom (GREAT) instead of just biting the bullet and staying with her because he ALREADY HAD BEEN staying with her

and now they are both in the kitchen :)! i can hear them from my room. great.

anyway here r some sketches that i never uploaded before cause theyre hideous but im putting here because i hope to fuck no one actually reads this/scrolls down this far

#captain's log #it does not compute to me #that you can just be this fucking stupid #i hate her #i am SO fucking mad at her about this i dont want to live here :)

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thethousandyearwitch · 4 years

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“Tumblr Cultings” another Shitpost fic.

Hisoka is a ~~Tumblr Influencer~~ and decides to start drama. 1334 Words.

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Click. Clack. Click. Hisokas nails tapped quickly against his phone screen. "Tonight it's going down. I have had e-nough of a certain person here, and all of you deserve to know who and why! ~ ♠️ " Post. He didn't have to wait long before the familiar pings and blops of instant messages and questions asked to his blog started.

Anonymous: Who is it?? (≧▽≦) So excited to see you tear someone a new one!! IM from cutiepanther: where do u even get your info from lol?. IM from chaineddown: I Thought You Were Done Creating Drama For Attention.

Hisoka snickers to himself, lazily grabbing another whiteclaw from the fridge, before retreating to his bedroom desk. He takes a first sip of his drink while opening his laptop, and quickly going on tumblr.com once it has finished setting up. @Bubblegumbitch, 20.879 followers. 7.344 posts. 27 new asks, 7 new IMs. With a satisfied sigh, the popular blogger sets down his can, and cracks his knuckles.

YouTube Influencers make a lot of money through ad-revenue. Instagram influencers hold themselves over water with sponsorships. And though Hisoka did hold a platform on both of these as well, he preferred the more traditional customs of the blogging site. You don't get paid for having a lot of followers, or making popular posts, and sponsorships are almost entirely unheard of. But he wasn't in it for the money anyway. The drama was far more alluring. Hisoka had made his starts as a "Tumblr influencer" through creating blog layouts, masterposts of custom themes, and the occasional "funny" post, which was usually just him vagueing about someone that pissed him off that day. His first call-out post he wrote at 7k followers, calling out a far bigger blogger than he is for stealing codes for their theme and for kinning a character from a TV show that has generally been frowned upon on Tumblr for being "atrocious and a bad influence". No one likes to admit it, but everyone loves a little drama, don't they? To see someone else's dirty laundry aired out, the relief that it isn't their own, the community effort of shutting someone out of their reigns for one simple post. A satisfied Huff escapes Hisoka as he dwells in this lovely memory. Time to make a new one.

"CALLOUT POST for @spidershead13 I can't believe I would ever have to do this for someone like him, but Chrollo has definitely pushed it too far~. Definitely don't harrass him, just unfollow and block his sorry ass!~ ♣️ ."

Excitiment starts to bubble under Hisokas skin. In truth, of course, Chrollo did nothing horribly wrong, nothing at least that Hisoka could proof. But everyone likes good drama between popular blogs that follow different themes. If this post could rile him up enough to write a callout post for Hisoka in return- Blop. IM from porcelaincat: Hisoka. Oh no, the fun police. Bubblegumbitch: Yeeeees?~ ♥️ Porcelaincat: Are you not too old to start petty fights online? Bubblegumbitch: OUCH. ♠️ Bubblegumbitch: I stay young at heart, dear.~ Porcelaincat: 1) Gross. 2). Who are you bullying this time? Bubblegumbitch: Chrollo @spiderhead13 :o) Porcelaincat: I am surprised, I honestly did not take you for that stupid. My fault.

Ouch. Illumi never cared if he was hurting feelings. Maybe he should write the call-out post about Hisoka. Though Hisoka doesn't have any viable dirt on him, not yet at least, not until he finds that porn blog that hes SURE Illumi has hidden away somewhere. Whatever, fuck that guy and his voice of reason. Hisoka takes another gulp of his whiteclaw, and goes back to typing.

"It has come to my attention, that multiple people have had the same unpleasant experience with Chrollo, something you cannot let slide so easily~."

(Multiple people meaning one fake blog that he himself created to write himself IM messages "receipts".)

"In the following screenshots, one person tells me about how Chrollo tried to convince them to come visit him in Newyork and joins his 'church'! That's right, the guys a cult leader, trying to lure in more people from here!~ (Blogname in the Screenshots is blacked out for anonymitys sake ofc)."

Was he going too far, trying to convince everyone that Chrollo was a Cult leader probably out to harvest their organs? Or was he not going far enough

"Not sure what everyone was expecting of a goth blog like his, posting all that ~deep~ and ~brooding~ stuff, but pleeaaaseee stay clear of him now, don't let yourselves get pulled into some scary cult bs~ ♦️ .

#callout #calloutpost #internetbloodsports #cult. "

And post. Hisoka spins excitedly in his chair, self satisfied with his own hubris. Immediately more blops and pings storm in. Anonymous: I knew chrollo was a weirdo, mayor bad vibes ಠωಠ Anonymous: thank you for talking about this, honestly scary!!!!! Spiderslegtostandon: What is your damage? Hisoka chuckles. Now only to wait for- IM from spidershead13: Hello. Chrollos timing was as usual, perfect. Bubblegumbitch: Why hello~~~~ ♠️ Spidershead13: I believe we need to talk about whatever that post was. Hisoka glances at the notes, a steady stream of likes and reblogs flowing in. Damage control is gonna be hard for the opposing side.

Bubblegumbitch: Sorry, I believe I'm just warning the people about you~. Didn't take you for such a dangerous guy :o( Spidershead13: Can you give me the @ of the person sending you those messages? Obviously they must have gotten something wrong. I'd never Invite just anyone to come over here, and I'd also never force my beliefs on anyone. Bubblegumbitch: Sorry, no can do. Who says you're not going to doxx em~. ♠️ I don't want to be responsible for putting someone in danger more than they already are~.

The influencer was now just leaning back in his chair, taking in a cool nights-breeze flowing in from the window. Was Chrollo mad? He's sure he'd want to punch him right now. What will he start Hisokas call-out with? Who would people believe more? It was all so exciting.

Spidershead13: Hisoka, this is nothing to joke about. I don't want to loose the trust of my community. I want to clear my name. Bubblegumbitch: if you can proof that I, or my informant has lied, I won't stop you from trying.~ ♣️ Spidershead13: Is this another childish game to you? Bubblegumbitch: A game? I take public safety extremely serious!~ :o(

No reply for 10 minutes. Hisoka bites his bottomlip, basking in the excitement of the unknown next moves of Chrollo. He was unpredictable, and thats what made him fun to toy with. If he was simply out to ruin someone's blogging experience, he could have cherry picked any one popular blog, dig long enough for dirt, and run them off the site in less than 2 hours. But that's predictable, that's normal, where's the fun in that?

Ping. Anonymous: Where's the Call-out?? Did you bitch out? Huh? Anonymous: did you delete the post? Was about to forward it to some friends who r mutuals with chrollo Pardon? Hisoka check his blog, and behold- The post is gone. Wooshed away, as the site itself would annoyingly proclaim. Did the site glitch out and delete it? Is it simply not displaying the post?

Spidershead13: So you did fake those screenshots, I assume. The URL in your IMs leads to an empty blog with the same IP address as you Spidershead13: I did not take you for someone who'd stoop that low. Bubblegumbitch: Hahaha what did you DO?~ ♠️ ♠️ ♠️ ♠️ ♠️ Spidershead13: Had a friend of mine 'check' your blog. He was also nice enough to delete the post for you already.

Hisoka blinks. Once. Then twice. He's been hacked. This was going even better than he had anticipated. Quickly he screenshots the conversation, before hitting "New Textpost". " !!!I'VE BEEN HACKED BY @SPIDERSHEAD13!!!! [Screenshot] #callout #callout post #internbloodsports #hacker"

Post.

Ping. Blop. Blop. Blop. Ping. This was going to be a long, delicious night.

#hunter x hunter #hisoka marrow #chrollo lucilfer #illumi zoldyck #fanfiction

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ellana-ravenwood · 5 years

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Salt, Tequila, Lemon - Jason Todd x Reader

Please read this intro, thank you very much :

So. I posted this yesterday, but after a bug on the Tumblr app on my phone it got deleted. I’m super bummed out because it had over 200 notes and quite a few feedbacks that I never got to read because it was accidentally deleted...If the people that took the time to comment things on the story could take a bit more time to write a little comment again and give me their feedbacks, and also if the people that liked and reblog could do it once more...i’d appreciate the hell out of you <3. So reposting it (thanks god I always have back ups of all my stories now). Written in twenty minutes during my break at work. Bam. Hope you’ll like it :

Also, since Tumblr’s new guidelines and enforcement of it, I DON’T really appear in searches anymore, so the only way for this story to be seen by others than those who follow me is to reblog it. So if you wanna, you can show your support for my writing by doing just that. Thanks very much. You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Ok. So. Grandma’s remedy against heartbreak ? Oh, right.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

Got it. Licking the back of your hand to make the salt stick to it, you pour yourself a massive shot of “To-Kill-Ya” in your coffee mug, not even caring about the fact that there is still some remnant of your cappuccino from last night in it.

You focus on the sound the liquid makes as it fills your cup. Makes you think about something else. Good. Yup. This was totally gonna help right now.

“Cheers”, you exclaim to yourself, your empty apartment echoing your voice.

Salt.

Wincing. Stingy. Salt on its own is gross.

Tequila.

More wincing. Oh my god, it burns. The coffee that was still at the bottom of the cup is an oddly nice touch.

Lemon.

The last of the Wincing.

You spit the piece of lemon you just bit into in the trash and…miss. The yellow fruit falls with a little flat sound on the floor, and you honestly can’t bother to pick it up. Your apartment is a mess anyway, so you just stare at it angrily and pour yourself another drink.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

You gulp the last of the citrus and shiver. Miss the trash again.

Damn. This was good.

Well, actually, it was disgusting.

You didn’t like strong alcohol and what the Hell ?! Why did you leave a bit of coffee in your cup ? Now that the aftertaste was kicking in, it was actually really gross. If the tequila itself didn’t make you wanna throw up, the stale coffee taste nearly did. Oh, and the salt and lemon combination was as awful as ever.

You really didn’t like salt, tequila, or lemon.

But it was still good.

Because thanks to all this immediate awfulness, you could slowly feel yourself drift into “haze land”, and forget about your worries.

Forget that your boyfriend of two years just cheated on you with some random woman you worked with. Woman that, by the way, he met at the Christmas “end of the year” party from you work you invited him to…You gave him free champagne and mise-en-bouche and all your love, and he broke your heart.

It wasn’t your thing, to drink your sorrow away. And it wasn’t your thing either to wallow because of a man…But you genuinely thought he was “the one” (oh what a mistake you would soon realize that was).

He was always so nice, treating you like a princess. He complimented you daily, and never forgot an important date. He was affectionate, not to an annoying point. He was the perfectamount of affectionate. He was a gentleman and seemed to love you and yet, he betrayed you.

If a man like him, that was nothing short but sweet and passionate with you, cheated on you, then did that mean you couldn’t trust anyone ?

Because in your eyes right now, he was perfect. Albeit said eyes were slightly clouded by a a few tequila shots.

You were downing a fourth drink starting to slowly sob when…

There’s very few things that can get you out of a drunk state in seconds.

An extremely cold shower could do the trick, for instance. Brings you back to your senses a bit you know ? You wouldn’t magically be sober, but you’d get a clearer mind. Or someone giving you shocking news ! Or like, an event so incredible that your body just forgets how drunk it is for a minute.

And this event, for you, came at the perfect time.

Right when you were entering your “sad drunk” phase, which was between the “lol alcohol does NOTHING to me” phase where you downed most of your drinks, and the “dancing on the bar’s counter” phase (a few more drinks and you would have a one woman dance party in your living room, acting as if you were on a bar’s counter and that your name was suddenly “Britney”).

Right when you were about to wallow times a thousand, and cry, and yell “whyyyyyyy ?!” to the sky, arms in the air (drama queen).

Years later, looking back on that particular event, you’ll start to realize that Destiny HAS to exist. Because come on, it was just too perfect a timing to be a simple coincidence.

You were about to swallow up your fifth drink, launching yourself head first into the “sad phase” when an ear shattering noise rang all around your apartment.

Broken glass.

It was the sound of broken glass. Heightened to the max by your drunkness. You turned on your stool, and…there he was.

It was a guy. That you were sure of because he had no boobs and too much pecs. And that guy…well that guy just flew right through your window, destroying it. How rude.

There was glass everywhere.

How much did a window cost ? Probably a fortune.

You wondered briefly if you could just use aluminium foil and tape the shit up. There was nothing of value to steal in your apartment anyway, and if aluminium foil could keep meals warm, it definitely worked with a house too right ?

You sobered up quite a bit, but you were also very drunk when this event happened, so your mind was still in that cloudy weird phase where your priorities were…interesting.

You worried more about the broken window at first, than about that guy who just launched through it.

A guy.

Not just any guy.

You saw that guy before.

He was one of those night vigilante your crazy hometown was filled with…RED HOOD !!

“Thick thighs”, is the first thing you thought right after you recognized him (priorities).

The second thing you thought was that you needed another drink, and so you downed what was your fifth one, but with that crazy thing happening ended up being on the same level as if it was a second one. You were tipsy, but not “drunk” anymore.

The third thing that came to your mind was…Is he still alive ?

No cause, he was like, just laying there, on your living room’s floor, not moving.

“…Outch.”

Oh. He spoke.

So he ain’t dead. Good, means you can have another drink then, you don’t need a clear mind to call an ambulance or something.

Oddly enough, in your half-drunk half-sober state, this sounded completely reasonable. Nevermind if Red Hood had some internal bleeding or something. He talked. He was probably fine.

A minute passed, and you just sat there, sipping up your tequila in between taking a pinch of salt and biting into a piece of lemon.

Salt, tequila, lemon. Great remedy against heartbreaks.

Wait, were you heartbroken ? Really ? You couldn’t really recall that fact now. But, yeah…it was the reason why you were drinking right ? Because right now, all you could think about was the fact that this Red hood guy had abs for days…

This unforeseen event sobered you up quite a bit, but the two shots you just took kinda brought you back to the same state than you were before.

Well. Not quite. You were drunk as hell again, but seemed to have avoided the “sad phase”. Instead, Red Hood bursting quite literally through your window took you to another road.

The : “Cool, I got a drinking buddy phase”. Well, taking for granted he didn’t have any internal bleeding and wouldn’t die while biting into a lemon wedge.

“Tough day ?”

You ask him, as he slowly sits up and shakes his head, trying to regain his senses. He looks towards you and seem surprised (or at least you think he is, because he wears a mask so…kinda hard to tell).

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Jason definitely thought he was alone in this place, because no sane person would just sit there, not saying anything, as someone simply jumped through their window. Nope, most people would just freak out. Scream.

He knows, because it’s not the first time he falls through a window during a night on duty. And every single time it happened, people freaked out. Screamed. Threw stuffs at him, or hid away begging for their life to be spared.

And yet here you were, half a bottle of tequila in front of you, surrounded by lemon wedges you bit into, and table salt all over your hand, just staring at him curiously. And did you just say : “tough day” ?

Well, Jason guessed the empty half of the bottle was why you were so chilled about it all. He sat up, and slowly got back to his feet.

Usually, going through a window meant the end of the night for him. He’d go back to one of his secret stash, patch himself up and get some rest. Most of the time, he fell through windows because someone pushed him or threw him there…Though today, he just embarrassingly missed a step and fell by himself.

Of course, no one would ever now he tripped while jumping from one building to another (you lived on the last floor) and went careening into your home (and life). Nope, the official story would be that he fought a fierce enemy and was thrown into that window. Finding fake villains name was easy, given how truly ridiculous some could be.

Tim and Damian were still after the “Illusive Blue Man” that he totally made up that one time he walked into a poll and had a huge black eye that he couldn’t quite explain…Oh man, he had to stop telling such elaborate lies and just say “I fought with a few guys last night” without more explanation.

But he couldn’t help it. And those kids believed everything he said, it was too tempting…But for now, this wasn’t the issue. Nope.

He did a quick check of his body and knew he wasn’t really hurt (thanks “dad” for the amazing body armor ugh ?), so he was planning on leaving that poor girl’s house and send a mystery check in the mail to pay for the damage (money stolen from a certain Bruce Wayne of course, as if he would pay himself).

Yup. He was just gonna stand up, and go on his way and…somehow, he found himself sitting on the stool opposite side of this mysterious girl, and now she was peppering salt on his hand ?

“Salt”, she says, and she has a cute drunk voice. Jason almost forgets he just went through a window a few minutes ago.

“Tequila”, she continues, downing her drink and pointing at the one she poured him. He doesn’t even care the she poured it in a cereal bowl that she didn’t even seem to have clean…He drunk worst things in worst recipient. He turns away to take off his mask and so that she can’t see his face, and “bottom’s up”.

“Lemon !” she finishes, biting into the sour fruit and spitting it in the direction of the trashcan but missing completely. The lemon wedge goes to lost itself amongst his fallen brothers…

Jason bites into his own lemons, and spits it. Right into the garbage.

There’s a slight pause, where she just stares at the trashcan, and then at Jason, back to the trashcan, and then turns to him again and simply says :

“Wow.”

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So. This was surreal.

Here you were. In your home. Taking tequila shots. With…Red Hood.

One of Gotham’s night vigilante. The most violent one. But the dude seemed chilled. He was holding his liquor really well.

And now you were talking about your broken heart, telling him the story as if he’d been your friend for years. And he was listening. Intently. And reacting to what you were saying. It had been a LONG time, since you had this kind of talk with anyone, and despite the fact you were drunk, you still noticed how nice it felt to have someone to talk to. Someone that genuinely listened.

“And then he slept with her !” you say angrily.

“Nooooooo !?!”

“Yes, he did ! He slept with…with…what was her name…”

“Nicole. From accounting.”

“Right, Nicole from accounting ! That bitch ! She always just…counts and shit ! And he slept with her ! Nicole from accounting ! Whom he met thanks to me, by the way ! At a partyyyy !! At my wooooork !!”

“What an ass.”

“Right ?! Oh but he had such a good ass though…Quite firm. But whenever he wore jeans, it was super flat.”

“So, not such a good ass in the end then ?”

“I guess not. You have a good ass. Popping right out in this outfit of yours.”

Red Hood chuckles, and the sound of his laughter makes you forget that you just said something incredibly embarrassing. His voice is…nice. Deep. Manly. You like it. You wanna make him chuckle some more, so you say, hoping :

“And it looks very firm. Not just quite firm.”

It works. He snorts and it’s very cute. Oh wow. He can be sexy and cute. Full package. You smile a bit dreamily.

For a second, he’s lost in that smile of yours, and there’s a silence installing itself in the room. A comfortable one. That you break :

“Ok. So now, he’s not that perfect anymore ! He got no ass ! Penalty points ! I never notice how un-assed he was before…”

Jason smiles and damn. He’s hot.

Somewhere along the way, he stopped turning his face away from you whenever he took a shot, and just ended up taking his helmet off. He was probably hoping that you’d black out or something, so you wouldn’t remember his face (or he just didn’t care).

In any case, you were pretty sure you never saw him before. His face kinda reminded you of an old memory. Of someone you saw somewhere long ago, when you were a kid…Which wasn’t really a big help right ?

Right. You had no idea who he was. And in your drunken state, probably couldn’t piece anything together anyway. So even if you did know who he could be, you wouldn’t know in the end anyway…Makes perfect sense right ?

What you knew was : he’s hot.

This white streak in his hair did something to you that you couldn’t explain. And that jawline ? You would love to get cut on that bitch. It could actually cut a bitch, you were sure of it. Those blue eyes ? You’ve never seen someone with such blue eyes. And did you mention to yourself how muscular he was ? Because man you only saw guys like this in magazines !

But beyond his handsome features, he seemed like a nice guy. Like he was listening to you, a total stranger. And this realization suddenly raised your guard up.

You also thought that your ex-cheating-boyfriend was a nice guy. And come to think of it, who the hell just barge in someone’s home like that, and actually stay to drink tequila shots ?! Wait but…in your guts…it’s not like with your ex.

You don’t think he’s a nice guy. You know he is.

************

There’s a visible shift in your mood, after this realization. So far, you talked to him about your broken heart freely, and he listened.

Oddly enough, no words that came out of your (perfect) mouth bored him. Jason wasn’t sure wether it was the alcohol or not, but you captivated him.

But in a split second, and without him knowing why, your features changed. You were now frowning. Like an unhappy little kid. It was kinda cute, but he didn’t like it because…why were you frowning ?

He tries to lighten up the mood and says :

“Well here you go. See, you didn’t loose the perfect guy, his ass was flat in jeans. Can’t work with that, can you ? I bet we can find other flaws. Make you realize he actually was a looser.”

Your guard is up, but you can’t help but smile a bit, plus you were frowning just now because you realized you just knew you could trust that total stranger, and it was so weird….

Besides, no harm in indulging this, because you’re pretty sure it’ll make you feel better to try and see the bad side of your ex-boyfriend, not just his good ones. No one was perfect. And so, still a bit careful, you say :

“Well…He never got any of my Tv shows or movie references.”

“Well, here’s a point to take off of his “perfectness”. Doesn’t get pop culture references. Deal breaker.”

“Yeah…Yeah you’re right. It is. He also used to hate when I made jokes. I like puns ya know ? Terrible ones. Well, he was always embarrassed whenever I made them in public.”

“Ashamed of his girlfriend, doesn’t sound very gentlemanly, right ?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t. Maybe he wasn’t such a perfect gentleman…He also used to not want to go out with me if I didn’t wear any make-up and was dressed just casually.”

“What you mean, he never just went out with you ?”

“We only went out on dates. I had to dress up. I could be casual home though…”

“Well goodie, the man let you be yourself when you were home. Big deal. To be honest, sounds like a douchey move.”

“That was kinda douchey…I never cared what he looked like.”

And it’s true. For you, physical appearance wasn’t everything. And sure you thought your ex was hot and all, but only because you liked his personality too. You liked his jokes, you were never ashamed of anything he said.

And right now, sure that stranger that bursted through your window was hot, but the reason you felt like you could tell him things was because he just made you comfortable by his mere aura. Because he gave you such a good vibe.

You never were fully about appearances. It was always just a bonus for you…So it never occurred to you why your ex would only hang out in public with you if you were pampered. Like he used to hate when you just wore hoodies and no make-up, even if you didn’t need make-up to be beautiful.

Comes to think of it, he was very much about appearances…Uh. Interesting. You never realized that before.

You turn to Red Hood, and the look on your face says it all. You’re slowly realizing maybe you didn’t just lost “the one”. The vigilante says :

“Ok, so : no ass, no humor apparently, doesn’t get pop culture references, and was kind of a jerk when it came to going out with you…”

“He did tell me often that I was beautiful though. Including when I just woke up from a night out, and was awful looking.”

“Yeah, but he never went out with you looking like that. He shouldn’t feel ashamed of hanging out with you looking like that. Just like he shouldn’t feel embarrassed when you joke. He can be exasperated, like if you really make bad puns, sure. And he can think it’s unfunny…But embarrassed ? No.”

“I guess…I never thought about it.”

“Well let me tell you, as someone who does not know neither you nor him personally, he sounds like a bit of a jerk. Let’s not forget he cheated as well. Like, that’s not something good people do. Especially not with…Nicole from accounting.”

“Nicole from accounting…Yeah. They’re together now though.”

“So ? He should’ve broken up with you if he realized he liked her. That’s the right thing to do. Trust me on that, I put villains behind bars for a living, I know what’s right or wrong.”

“I heard you kill criminals.”

“Used to. I used to kill criminals, I had issues. I’ll tell you one day if you wanna. It’s a real tear jerker story. With clowns and crowbars. And I’m telling you that because I’m drunk, right now. Also, if we want to be specific, I don’t actually make a living out of putting villains behind bars. Like, I don’t get paid or anything…”

Jason finds himself ranting about anything that comes to his mind, and though he hears himself claim it’s because of the alcohol he’s saying all this, he realizes maybe there’s something else making him want to talk.

You. A total stranger he walked upon. Or rather, went-through-the-window upon. Who didn’t freak out when he went through said window. And instead, invited him over to have tequila shots.

Because, according to your grandmother, the best remedy to…basically any problems in life, was “salt, tequila, lemon”.

“She was a wise woman.”

He says, and you turn to him, clearly not understanding what he was talking about.

“Who ?”

“Your grandma. For saying that salt, tequila and lemon was a great remedy against heartbreaks and all.”

“Oh. Yeah. I wouldn’t know, I never met her. She died before I was born.”

“Well what she passed on to your parents is great.”

“What ?”

“Well, that “salt, tequila and lemon” thing, I assume she said that to your mom or dad, and then they said that to you, and then it became your grandma’s advice. Right ?”

“…Nah. It’s an excuse I made up. Whenever I need to justify something, I just say “like my grandma said, ain’t no shame in eating an entire tub of ice cream if you want to”, and then people are just like “oh yeah, cool”, because when you say the word “grandma”, then it gives a perspective to your words ya know ?”

Jason had no idea what you were on about, but he loved it. You seemed to be very smart. And witty. And funny. The hell did that guy cheated on you for ? And why was he ashamed of going out in public with you when you weren’t dressed up ?!

You currently wore “Hello Kitty” pyjamas, had absolutely no make up on, and your hair was a mess, and he thought you looked gorgeous.

“Why are you so nice ?”

Your question takes him by surprise, and for a few seconds he doesn’t register it and just says : “ugh ?”

“To me. Why are you so nice to me ? Is it the alcohol ? Does it make you nice ? Or are you just nice to every stranger ? Every girl you destroy the windows of ? Or are you like my ex ? You seem nice, but then you go off and cheat on your girl simply because you like another girl and you’re too cowardly to break up with your current girl ?”

Jason hiccups slightly, and says :

“No, I’m not nice to any girl I met. I’m actually usually kind of a jerk, too “brutally honest”. But you…I don’t know. You give me good feelings. Oh and here’s to add on his flaws list. “Coward”. Can’t even break up with a girl, has to wait to get caught red-handed and break her heart. Cooooward. Bad flaw. Kind of guy who runs in the face of danger, instead of standing by you.”

It’s probably the fact that he said “you give me good feelings” that spurs this in you. That gives you a new clearer perspective on things.

“My heart wasn’t broken.”

It’s a shock, to you. This realization. This sudden feeling jumping in your face. You…are not heartbroken. You’re mad. You’re frustrated. You feel betrayed. You feel a crazy burning anger towards your ex for toying around with you like that. For not having the balls to just break up, after spending two years together.

He was suppose to know you. To be your friend. Things could have turned out better. He could have just come up to you, say the truth, and…You were pretty sure you’d still be friend. Because he really was a great guy.

He really was all the good thing you though about him. He made a mistake, an unforgivable one in your book. But he was a great guy.

He was just…not your great guy. Not anymore at least.

And you realized, there, quite drunk, that…It was ok.

Your heart wasn’t broken.

Your pride was. Your trust was. But your heart ? …Maybe you weren’t completely in love with him. You were best friends, yes, but love ? Maybe it wasn’t love…

Your heart wasn’t broken.

“My heart isn’t broken.”

You tell Red hood, looking at him right in his wonderful ocean blue eyes. And he looks right back at you, and just nods. Just like that. And then he pours you one last tequila shot.

Because like your grandma would say : “When you make great discovery about yourself…Salt, tequila, lemon”.

************

It took you only a few hours with him to realize that you weren’t in love with your ex, and that was kinda scary. Because this realization didn’t come from nowhere.

Nope.

But when he said that your ex broke your heart, you felt obligated to tell him that no. No your heart wasn’t broken. You were sad and angry, yes, but not heartbroken. For you, in that moment, it was important for this total stranger to know you weren’t actually in love.

Hell, you didn’t even know yourself you weren’t that in love before you talked to him. It just came as a sudden, yet utterly true revelation.

Because, and this wasn’t the alcohol speaking…You felt incredibly attracted to that guy. To Red Hood. Not just because of the white streak in his hair, and the eyes, and smile, and voice, and abs, and thick thighs. That too, sure, but not only…Nope.

Nope. Not because of this.

But because he had a tough day (he said so himself, explaining to you how he went through the window…he was fighting a super-villain when he got flung through your window, tough tough time ahem), and yet he sat with a crazy lady that peppered salt on his hand and practically forced him to take a tequila shot…

Because you could see in his eyes, and felt in your guts that he didn’t have an easy life…and yet he took a break from whatever he was doing to just sit with you and listen to you. He didn’t even make sense, that you trusted those feelings so fiercely. And yet, you did. Because he listened to you.

He saw you were struggling and he stayed. And though you felt you couldn’t trust anyone at that time…You oddly felt like he was ok.

Like he wouldn’t be the kind of guy to cheat, or run in the face of danger, leaving you all alone to fight off demons.

In a few short hours, you fell for this guy more than you ever fell for your ex.

What did that say about you uh ? …That was pretty pathetic…

************

Jason didn’t think that you were pathetic at all.

On the contrary. If he went to seat with you, and drink with you, is because he was instantly mesmerized by you.

And though he didn’t know at first why, now he was sure of it.

It’s because you didn’t freak out. And something told him it wasn’t only because you were a bit drunk (he fell in drunk people’s home before…none reacted like you).

Nope. It was because you were special. He just knew it. Special in every way. Funny. Beautiful. Genuinely listening to him when he was speaking.

He peppered his own problems within your story, as you told him. And you listened. Hell, even referenced a few things he said early on, way later, while you were crazy drunk. You listened.

You gave a total stranger that seemed to have a tough day some salt. And tequila. And lemons.

And then you cared. You asked him a thousand times if he was ok, and he basically had to take off his armor to prove it so (to your eyes’ greatest pleasure…mm mm mm those muscles).

Captivated. He was captivated by you. It was strange, and though he knew it was because you were special, he still was unclear as to why his feelings were that strong.

For someone he just met. And barely knew. And only knew while drunk.

You were just…Special.

************

It was surreal. The all thing.

What started as a night where you planned on wallowing your pain and drinking…ended up changing your life.

And no one could convince you that it wasn’t Fate. Because what were the odds that Red Hood would fall through YOUR window after tripping (yeah you didn’t buy that “fighting super-villains thing” at all) ?

What were the odds of his timing being so perfect, arriving just before you started to cry ? Because there was no doubt in your mind that if he had come a few seconds later, he wouldn’t have stayed.

He would have found a crying mess, and maybe he would have tried to confort you but…You wouldn’t have answered. In your “sad phase”, you only cry and whine. He would have eventually left. And the wonderful talk you’d just have, would never have happened.

But instead. He came right before your lips touch that fatal shot of tequila that would have brought you into the “sad phase”. And took your drunkness down a notch. Rerouted your evening.

You weren’t wallowing anymore, you were ranting.

Sharing your anger and frustration.

And he helped you realize that your ex wasn’t that perfect…That maybe it was just not meant to be…After all, he cheated on you.

Uh. What a shame. You didn’t even know his name…”Red Hood”…

You wished you knew his name.

************

The morning lights were rising, and the bottle of tequila was long gone.

There were still salt and lemons though. For some reason, you decided to buy the entire grocery store’s stock of lemons.

Red Hood stood up, and said he had to go.

He was nice about it. Said it was a pleasure to have spend the night with you. You both laughed about the innuendos that ensued.

You were exactly on the same page. And he understood all your joke referencing to pop culture…

But it was time for him to go. And he apparently had no intention of telling you his real name. He didn’t hint either at ever coming back to see you again.

And there was that. Just a nice night, spend talking to a genuine friend that you’ll never see again.

A genuine friend that you didn’t even know a few hours before.

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking. Maybe not.

And even if you ended up never seeing him again, this evening truly changed your life…At least, it saved you from a heartbreak. Made you realize it wasn’t that.

Though, now, as he climbs out of the window again (he couldn’t possibly use the front door), you feel like the actual heartbreak is starting.

Grandma’s remedy against heartbreak ? Right.

Salt, tequila, lemon…

But the tequila is all gone.

“I’ll send someone to fix that window…Sorry again about that. …Bye.” are his last words, and then he’s out.

And the tequila is all gone.

************

…

Days pass by in a blur.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

Ugh. But you don’t want to this time. You don’t want to get drunk to forget.

You don’t want to forget him. And you know it’s ridiculous to get that worked up over a guy you met one night and that will never come back. That you didn’t even know the name of.

This entire night was weird anyway.

Getting drunk with a dangerous night vigilante. Pouring your heart out to him, and him doing the same. The hell were you even thinking ?

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

That would be a good idea to do this right now, because man…your heart hurt. More than when you discovered your ex sleeping with Nicole. From accounting. But you can’t resolve yourself to drink. To forget. Nope. Instead you…

*Knock knock knock*.

Uh ? You take a quick look at your clock in the kitchen.10 pm. Who the hell is coming at 10 pm ?! It can only be bad news. Especially in Gotham…You peep into the eyehole and…

WHAT ?!

You open your door quickly, and…

“Told you I’d send someone to fix your window.”

It’s him. It’s Red hood. But in…civilian clothes.

His ass doesn’t look flat in jeans.

He’s holding a window wrapped in cardboard, and there’s a toolbox at his feet.

“Yeah, you did…come in.”

************

Jason Todd.

That’s his name. And connections are fast to be made in your brain. Jason Todd. Bruce Wayne’s adopted son. That supposedly died…ten years ago.

And is Red Hood now. Oh. It makes sense. Even his little “killing criminals” thing while Batman never killed. You easily put two and two together.

Red Hood. Jason Todd. Bruce Wayne.

Wow. Can’t believe you never guessed that before. Of course Bruce Wayne is Batman. He’s got the motive, the means, the excuses…It’s so obvious. And yet, you never realized. And no one else in Gotham ever realized.

Jason Todd.

Now you know his name.

And he’s fixing your window. Nobody ever fixed windows for you before (even those who broke it).

Um. To add to the “perfect man” list : “Handy”.

Jason Todd.

He quickly works the window up, and then he turns to you. While he was working you talked, as if you knew each other for years. Joking around. Like old friends. Like old extremely good and close friends.

It fits. It clicks. It’s natural. You and him, him and you.

Barely knowing each others, and yet knowing each others the best.

Jason. Todd.

He turns to you now, and with a smirk, he says :

“Ya know, my grandma always say that when something good happens to you, you need to celebrate. And I feel like this, right now, you and I, though I have no idea what we’re doing and where it’s going…Well it’s still something to celebrate. And she always says, my grandma, that to celebrate perfectly you need…”

You smile.

Yeah. You don’t know where this thing between you two is going, but you do know that you never met someone who so fully understood you.

And in such a short span of time. And you know you’re not mistaking. It’s a feeling too strong to be a mistake.

He came back to fix your window for god’s sake. And trusted you enough to tell you his actual name. Without a second thought. Which meant everything. Especially since from all the hint he let slip through last time you saw each others, about his father, well…let’s just say telling people his real name wasn’t really something he was used to.

But it just works. It fits. It clicks. It’s not like with your ex, because you don’t think you know it does. It just does. The fact that you say those next few words in perfect sync finishes to convince you :

(“…And she always says, my grandma, that to celebrate perfectly you need…”)

“Salt, tequila, and lemons.”

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TWDG’S SURVIVAL GUIDE // OR LACK THEREOF.

This is my attempt (and late start) at NANOWRIMO, going off the TWDG drabble challenge prompt created by @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale

character(s): Mitch & Louis ship(s):Mitch/Louis (Louitch) word count: 2881 a/n: I've already been outted as Louitch trash on Tumblr, so I decided to dedicate one of these drabbles to them. It's nothing too romancy, I guess, but things are implied. Take it however you want, I guess. Anyway, I got super carried away with this one, and I don't expect any of my other "drabbles" to be quite this long, but who knows? Regardless, I hope you all enjoy!

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3 // You Make Me Laugh.

His eyes scan across the name a second, third, and fourth time, and he contemplates ignoring the text, turning his phone off, and going back to sleep.

Mitch: u up?

Despite his first gut instinct, Louis lingers, continuing to stare at the four character text for much longer than necessary. He chews on the inside of his cheek, cursing himself as his curiosity gets the better of him.

A few more seconds pass as he tries to futilely resist the temptation to bite.

He lets out another groan before caving and bringing up his other hand to tap out a message back.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Louis: yeah, why?

Mitch is responding almost instantly and Louis feels immediate dread.

What on Earth is he about to get himself into?

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He’s nearly asleep when his phone chirps and the screen lights up.

Louis’ battle with insomnia is nothing new. Often times he’ll struggle with it for weeks on end, but, being too stubborn to take anything for it, he allows himself to suffer.

So, naturally, the one night that he actually manages to start drifting off is the night when someone decides to message him.

With a groan, he groggily reaches for his phone, eyes squinting as they fight to adjust to the light of his screen. It takes him a second, but soon enough, he sees just who is messaging him this late.

12:37 AM isn’t that late, Louis realizes, but most people are at home, in bed, asleep at this time— much like Louis, himself; minus the ‘asleep’ part.

His eyes scan across the name a second, third, and fourth time, and he contemplates ignoring the text, turning his phone off, and going back to sleep.

Mitch: u up?

A few more seconds pass as he tries to futilely resist the temptation to bite.

He lets out another groan before caving and bringing up his other hand to tap out a message back.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Louis: yeah, why?

Mitch is responding almost instantly and Louis feels immediate dread.

What on Earth is he about to get himself into?

Mitch: got u smth Mitch: think ull like it

Now Louis’ interest is really piqued, though he hates to admit it. It’s hard to imagine Mitch getting him anything. Or, well, at one time it might’ve been. As of late, Louis has taken notice of little things here and there. Things such as Mitch messaging him more; randomly giving him things; watching him more… He doesn’t know what to make of it. It’s...odd.

Louis: do you have to show me NOW?

Mitch’s reply is immediate — ‘yes’ — followed by a cascade of others —

Mitch: so get ready Mitch: im on my way to get u

Louis just stares at his screen for a moment, like he can’t believe what he’s reading, before he’s finally typing back.

Louis: it’s almost one in the morning, mitch

Mitch: so???

Louis: SOME of us are trying to sleep

Mitch: well good thing ur already awake then huh?

Louis could strangle him, he swears. He probably would if he didn’t think he’d get his ass handed to him if he tried.

Ultimately, he knows that it’s pointless to tell Mitch no. By now, he’s already on his way over, and will be determined to get Louis out of the house one way or another.

He’s really backed into a corner here.

After a long pause, dramatic groan, and faceplant into his pillow, Louis finally, begrudgingly, responds.

Louis: alright FINE. but you better make this quick

He swears he could chuck his phone across the room when all he gets in response to that is a winky face.

Admittedly, Louis spends more time laying around than he ought to, and it isn’t until his phone is buzzing again with another text that he realizes that he’d dozed off.

He jumps up out of bed before he even reads the text informing him of Mitch’s arrival. He quickly texts back that he’ll be down in a second.

Honestly, he has half a mind just just go in his pajamas, but it’s not exactly warm outside, so he ultimately decides against it, instead, slipping on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He practically has to force his feet into his already tied Converse, and is pulling a hoodie on over his head by the time he’s leaving his room.

Most times, Louis finds himself missing his parents with their busy work schedules, but this night in particular, he could not be more relieved by their absence. At least this way he won’t have to risk getting caught.

By the time he reaches the front door and pulls it open, he catches Mitch in the middle of sending another text, but upon seeing that Louis has finally joined him, discards it.

“About time,” he says in place of a greeting.

“What’re you doing here, Mitch?” Louis doesn’t even try to hide the tiredness in his voice.

“Well, I told you I was coming to pick you up didn’t I?”

Louis would love to wipe that ebbing smirk off his lips. He only entertains the thought for a second, however, before he comes to the shocking revelation that Mitch hadn’t driven here.

“Where’s your car?” he asks, as if that will somehow magically produce an answer he would actually want to hear.

Instead, what he gets is; “Didn’t bring it. I walked here.”

“You what?” Idly, Louis wonders if there’s a possibility that his eyes will fall out of their sockets.

“What am I, speaking French?” If Mitch is attempting to be funny, it’s not working. “I walked here, Louis.”

Louis must have a disagreeable look on his face because the next thing Mitch is asking is, “Is that gonna be a problem for you?”

“Oh, no,” Louis replies, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his tone (he blames it on the lack of sleep), “Not at all. In fact, I was actually looking forward to walking however many blocks with you while being sleep deprived and dead tired. That’s really gonna be the highlight of my night.”

Mitch rolls his eyes and scoffs, “Whatever, Smart-ass. Let’s go.”

Without waiting for a response, Mitch starts off down the street, and for a moment, Louis just stands there, bewildered.

“Wha— are you serious, right now?”

When he notices that Louis still hasn’t budged, Mitch stops and turns back to look at him.

“C’mon, Lou! It’s not that far! Just right down the road!”

Louis doesn’t believe him...but he ends up following after him anyway, and internally cursing himself in the process.

Louis takes long strides to catch up, and when he does, he easily falls into step beside Mitch.

He’s silent for a few minutes before a thought occurs to him.

“Hey, wait— I thought you said you had something for me,” he says, casting Mitch a sidelong glance.

His eyes are met with yet another smirk as Mitch winks and says, “You’ll see. It’s a surprise.”

Normally, Louis loves surprises, but coming from Mitch? He’s not so sure. An uneasy feeling swarms around in his gut the more he thinks about it.

“Can’t wait…”

By the time they reach their destination, Louis is decidedly... underwhelmed.

“This?” he asks, incredulously. “This was your ‘Big Surprise’?”

It’s an abandoned building— some old department store that appeared to have not seen any business since the eighties. Louis wasn’t sure why it was still around or why the city hadn’t had it demolished or renovated yet. He wondered how long it would continue to be around before anything was finally done about it.

“Noooot quite,” Mitch responds, simperingly, tearing Louis from his thoughts. “Follow me.”

They walk around to the back of the building where an old, ricketity looking ladder can be seen, clinging to the brick. The paint is mostly all gone, being replaced by a majority of rust, and Louis swears it looks like the thing would poof into dust at even the lightest of touches.

“Up here,” Mitch says, stepping towards said ladder.

“Wait, what—?” Louis’ eyes widen, clearly not liking this idea. It’s not that he’s scared of trespassing, per se, but more so because there’s no way in forty hells that ladder would ever pass a safety inspection. It’s a death trap waiting to happen.

Though it doesn’t seem to deter Mitch.

“You’re not gonna chicken out now, are you?” He teases, already hoisting himself up the ladder. “After you’ve already come so far?”

“No!” Louis replies defiantly. Yes, he may be tired as all hell, and yes, he might think that his chances of falling to his death on this thing is a very real possibility, but if there’s one thing he’s not, it’s a chicken.

So, without giving a second thought, he’s climbing up after Mitch, trying to go as fast and careful as he can. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t actually breathe again until he’s finally on the roof.

He takes a moment to look around.

It’s not that he’s never been on top of a roof before — he’s done plenty of things and been plenty of places that he shouldn’t — but just that he doesn’t know why they’re here.

Mitch sits close to the edge so that he can peer out at the other buildings and everything below them. Soon enough, Louis has joined him. But not before asking, “So why did you bring me here, exactly? To look at the stars? I could do that at home.”

“Just relax and take a seat, wouldja?” Mitch replies flippantly. “That’s not the only reason why I brought you here.”

Louis reluctantly takes his seat and sends Mitch a quizzical look.

“Then why—” He cuts himself off the moment he sees what at first appears to be a cigarette, but definitely isn’t. “—is that weed?!”

“Whoa, hey!” Mitch, despite not needing to, takes a quick look around before fixing Louis with a stare. “Would you keep it down?”

Louis, for once in his life, actually shuts up, just staring, wide-eyed. The look results in an exasperated sigh from Mitch.

“Hey, just— calm down. It’s not a big deal or anything, alright?” He shrugs, before tilting his head back to look up at the stars for a brief moment. “I just like to come up here to think sometimes… And smoking helps me relax. Didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal to you.”

“It’s not,” Louis clarifies quickly. “I mean— I don’t really care, I just— wasn’t expecting it.”

Mitch finally looks back over at him. “Is that right?”

“Yeah—”

“Because it seemed like it was a pretty big deal to you.”

“Well, it’s not,” Louis defends. “Like I said, I just wasn’t expecting it. In fact, I wasn’t expecting any of this. —— So what, this was your plan? Get me up here to look at the stars and watch you smoke weed?”

“Well…” This time, if Louis didn’t know any better, he’d swear that he could see a genuine smile pulling across Mitch’s lips. “No, not exactly. I mean— yeah, stargazing is bound to happen, but I wouldn’t just smoke in front of you like that…”

“Oh—”

“Without offering you some first, at least.”

“... What—?”

Contrary to what some might believe, Louis has never once smoked before. He’s been around people who have, sure, but he’s never personally smoked, himself.

“I know people call me an asshole,” Mitch replies, “but I do have manners… Sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?” Louis teases. “That’s a shocker.”

“Shut up.” Mitch reaches over to give him a light shove. “You want some or not?”

“Oh, uhhh…” Louis shrugs, pretending to mull it over, even though he already knows what he’s going to say. “I...dunno. I wasn’t really planning on it or anything.”

“Have you ever even tried it?” Mitch asks, regarding him curiously. Though, judging by Louis’ reaction earlier, he has a pretty good idea.

“Well, no—”

“It’s really not that bad,” Mitch goes on to explain. “You were complaining about not being able to sleep earlier, right? This would help with that little problem.”

As tempting as that sounds, Louis still hesitates. He doesn’t want to seem like a punk, or like weed even bothers him for that matter, because it really doesn’t. He truly means it when he says that he doesn’t care if people smoke it. His main concern is just how he, personally, will experience it.

He must take too long to give Mitch an answer, because Mitch adds, “Hey, it’s no big deal if you don’t want to. I’m not gonna force ya or anything.”

That said, he decides not to waste any more time, retrieving a lighter from his pocket and lighting the blunt.

For a few moments, Louis just watches him, eyes trained on the rings of smoke that drift from his lips as he exhales. His eyebrows pull together for a second before he finally makes his decision.

“Okay, fine. Hand it over.”

Mitch, genuinely surprised by this, glances over at him, eyebrows raised. “You sure?”

“Yeah, sure,” Louis replies. “I mean, this was a part of what you had in store for me, right? Fuck it. Might as well.”

Mitch can’t stop the beginnings of a grin from tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Hell, yeah!” he cheers, passing the joint over after one more drag.

Louis hesitates for a moment, before deciding to throw caution to the wind. He’d already come this far, anyway.

Bringing the joint up to his lips, he takes a drag, only to end up going straight into a coughing fit, much to his embarrassment, and Mitch’s amusement.

He can feel his cheeks burn as Mitch’s laughter meets his ears and all he can do is let out a slightly strangled, “Shut up!” as he passes the joint back.

“What?” Mitch asks around a chuckle. “That was funny!”

“Was not!” Louis denies, doing his best to suppress a pout. “I’m just— still getting used to it, that’s all.”

“Wanna try again?” Mitch takes another puff and holds the joint back out to him.

Louis tries again, only to end up with the same results, unsurprisingly.

Mitch laughs again, much to Louis’ chagrin.

“Yeah, yeah— Like you’ve never coughed before.”

Mitch has. He still does sometimes, but he isn’t about to tell Louis that.

“Whatever,” he says, taking the joint back.

That’s when a thought occurs to him.

“Hold up, I’ve got an idea.”

“What?” Louis asks, voice still slightly strained from coughing.

He watches as Mitch takes another drag, holding in the smoke, and the next thing he knows, Mitch is reaching forward, grasping Louis’ face in his hand, and leaning in.

Louis, tense and stiff, unsure what what else to do, opens his mouth to question what Mitch is doing, but before he can, smoke is being blown in his face.

He still coughs a little, but it’s nothing compared to before.

Louis hates the way he can feel his cheeks tingling, and he tries to convince himself that it’s just a side-effect of the weed. It certainly has nothing to do with just how close Mitch had just gotten to his face just then. He doesn’t even like Mitch like that. Oddly matched friends is all that they are as far as Louis is concerned.

“Shotgunning,” Mitch answers Louis’ unspoken question, and the smirk tugging at his lips tells Louis that the color of his cheeks must’ve been more noticeable than he’d like.

“I think I’ll just stick to—”

“Hey!”

Louis swears he’s never nearly jumped out of his skin so fast. He stares, wide-eyed over the edge of the building, seeing a cop below. This is not good for many reasons — far too many to list right now — and judging by Mitch’s sudden outburst of, ‘Oh, fuck!’ he seems to share that sentiment.

“Get down from there!”

Only a beat of silence passes before the two of them jump to their feet and take off running as fast as they can.

Mitch hurries down the ladder, jumping the rest of the way down when he’s halfway. Louis scrambles after him, nearly tripping on his way down. Despite his speed, however, he goes about it much safer, rushing all the way down as cautiously as he can, rather than jump like Mitch had. It’s nearly enough to bite him in the ass, however, as the cop who’d caught them on the rooftop rounds the corner and yells out to them again.

“Hey! Stop!”

They don’t stop. In fact, they only go faster.

Apparently, Louis isn’t running fast enough though, because Mitch is reaching back to snatch up his wrist, pulling him forward in an attempt to make him move even faster. Really, it does nothing more than make Louis trip up more times than he normally would.

But they keep running.

They zip past the corner, and turn down another alleyway, bobbing and weaving until they no longer hear the cop’s voice and footsteps behind them.

They both prop themselves up against two walls of an alley, opposite each other, fighting to catch their breath. Louis notes that his lungs burn as he inhales crisp, cool air, and soon enough, much like before, he’s coughing again.

“Holy shit—!” Mitch exclaims in a gasp. “A-are you okay—?”

Louis tries to respond amidst his coughing, but he can’t.

And then… He’s laughing — much to Mitch’s surprise — a product of the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

It dies down just enough for him to blurt out, “I can’t believe you pulled me out of bed for this! This bullshit !” And then the laughter is picking up again. He can’t stop.

A bewildered grin tugs at Mitch’s lips, and he finds that Louis’ laughter is so contagious that he can’t refrain from joining in.

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agentdagonet · 4 years

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Echoes, Ch. 26

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Fic Summary: Feet dangling off the edge of the bed, hands still resting on the earpieces of his glasses, Eggsy opened his eyes.

And promptly shut them again, screwing them shut like a child who had the distinct misfortune of biting into a raw lemon. Breathing harshly in his nose and out his mouth, trying to stave off whatever delusional panic had befallen him, Eggsy reopened his eyes.

‘Harry?’

Or: The Hologram Story Nobody Asked For

‘You know I love you, yeah?’ Michelle’s voice didn’t waver, but her eyes remained focused on the cup she clutched between her hands. They were sat together on the sofa, enough space that Daisy could fit between them, had she been awake; Eggsy hummed in agreement, mouth preoccupied with the tea they had masterfully made themselves to give them a way not to talk.

They both knew they had to, the way they were going just couldn’t continue for much longer. Something had to give.

‘... I’ve spen’ a lot of time, mum, tryin’ to find a way to explain my shit in a way you’d get it- but, see, knowin’ how to talk to someone means you gotta know ‘em. An’ it kinda hit me that we don’ know each other well ‘nough for that.’ Eggsy sighed, one hand tugging through his hair while the other held the cup on the armrest. ‘Not as adults, at least- an’ I don’t want to be harsh on you, but it feels like you still see me as a kid cos you weren’ really awake enough to see me when I was one.’

‘I know your age, Eggsy-’

‘It ain’t about age, mum- least, it’s not about the number. It’s about where my head’s at, the age I am here,’ he brought the hand from his hair to hiss temple, ‘an’ here,’ his heart, ‘not some numbers.’

‘I don’t understand.’ It’s quiet, muttered around the lip of her mug, with a furrow between her brows. ‘I know the estates and… and Dean,’ she swallowed heavily, ‘weren’t very forgiving or anythin’ but we got by.’

‘When Harry came by and told you about dad,’ Eggsy turned fully toward his mother, who was buried in her mug and growing tenser by the moment, ‘when he gave me this medal cos you were just gonna toss it out of spite,’ Eggsy pulled it from his shirt and over his head, laying it on the cushion between them, ‘he told me to take care of you.’ Michelle’s head shot up, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

‘The first time Harry ever saw me, he knew who we were- dad talked about us constantly. He knew the news he was going to deliver was awful and that nothin’ could replace what he saw as his having taken from us. He blamed himself- he fought tooth an’ nail to get that medal for us against every regulation there was- and he knew you weren’ gonna accept help from anyone but he gave me the medal anyway. Told me to take care of it- and you.

‘I didn’ really get it at the time, but then you just… didn’ get up for a while. I had to go to school, I had to eat, and you didn’t seem to hear me askin’ you about that stuff. I didn’t get a buncha stuff at school and you wouldn’ help me so I ended up talkin’ to my teachers and figuring it out me’self. I started figurin’ my own food- an’ then I started figuring yours. Tried to pester you into much of anything but it was just so hard. An’ then you started dating again- or, well, going out, an’ I had a whole new challenge.’

‘It weren’t all that, babes-’

‘Mum, I love you, but it was. My fears for Daisy, the reasons I didn’ tell you when I found out what really happened to dad, aren’ just nightmares an’ shit made up. I don’ want her havin’ to do even a fraction of what I did at her age. The fact that you can’ see, even now, everythin’ that was wrong back then scares me.’ Eggsy lifted his mug back to his face, barely sipping as an excuse to pass the buck for a bit.

‘I just… I guess I can’t put it all together in a way that makes sense, Eggsy. Harry- the one who told me about your dad’s death, who died ‘imself, and then wasn’t dead- his guilt ain’t yours, and I don’ get why you’d be so torn up abou’ the death of a man you barely knew. An’ keeping secrets is one of the few things I know the estates taught well, I don’ like it but I understand that bit. Mostly. Still hurt, tho.’ Michelle sounded entirely lost, and wished desperately for a cig or a stiffer drink than tea- but she was trying not to rely on shit like that anymore.

‘Harry told me to take care of you- so I did. Not that I really thought he existed for a bit there, to be honest. Without the medal I’d’ve chalked ‘im up as a figment of my imagination. I just knew that someone ‘ad given me an important job, and I was gonna do it. But, to be honest mum, you’re tough as shit to take care of. I started to give up, an’ I went off to the Marines to try an’ make something of myself for me. Figured you was okay, what with a live-in boyfriend an’ all, but that weren’t the case at all, cos-’

‘Daisy.’

‘Yeah, mum, Daisy. You called up me in a panic, bangin’ on about losin’ me like you lost dad and I dunno if you really knew what you was doing. Maybe you weren’t doing it on purpose- I hope you weren’t-’ the last was murmured, ‘but you used my takin’ care of you against me. You pushed every button, pulled every trigger, and then- d’you remember the last bit o’ that call? I can’t forget it.’

Michelle shook her head, mug forgotten on her lap.

‘You tol’ me that it wasn’t like I could make a career out of that anyway. You just… dismissed my choices like they didn’ matter a whit- I was nearly twenty, mum! Did you know there’d been Olympic scouts at my gymnastics practises? That girly shit Dean said was a waste of money coulda gotten us out of there, no medal necessary- I liked gymnastics, but someone else said different and you leapt to please ’em.

‘You didn’ really treat me like a person; you didn’ explain or ask what I thought or even talk to my coaches. One day I was doin’ something amazing and the next day I was told we were never going back there again, and yeah I wasn’ an adult but I’ve never been an idiot, mum. Just. Over an’ over again you showed me that I wasn’t the most important thing in your life, or even like top five sometimes, so I stopped tryin’ to be. I let Dean get to me, let ‘im use me to run his shit and whatever the fuck else he wanted to keep ‘im from goin’ after you or Daisy an’ I stopped trying to find a way out.

‘I gave up, got myself stuck, an’ Harry just abou’ dragged me back into bein’ a person again withou’ even knowin’ it! He was a right prick about it at first- said he though’ dad’d be “bitterly disappointed” in me.’ Much to MIchelle’s confusion, Eggsy grinned his way around the words and huffed a laugh. ‘He was actin’ on the assumption that my life choices were my own- but I set him straight quick. Got me goin’ off about posh arseholes and silver spoons, an’ looking back I think he was a bit proud I didn’ hold my tongue, but then Poodle and the boys showed up. And, well, you know what happened after that. Fuckin’ Dean, and Harry saving my arse cos I refused to grass on ‘im even after… well, after everything.’

‘I think you’ve gotten off topic, Eggsy. I don’t need a step-by-step of you ‘n Harry-’

‘Except that’s exactly what you asked for, mum. You don’ get why his death fucked me up so badly an’ I’m tryin’ to explain it to you- but you don’t really want to know why it affected me so badly- you’se wonderin’ why his death affected you long after you’d put ‘im and his message from your mind.’

‘Now wait a minute, Eggsy- I ain’t lying to you about wanting to know shit. I’m not lying about wanting to understand why his death put you in such a state. I’m not making shit up about not understanding and trying to understand you. I don’t get it, I’m trying here,’ she wiped at her eyes angrily, refusing to look away from Eggsy despite the state she’d suddenly put herself into, ‘but you’ve got to give me something to work with, babe! You’re going on about bein’ grown up and at the same time you‘re harping on about shit I can’t even remember!’

‘EXACTLY!’ Eggsy jumped to his feet and threw his hands up, thankfully having dropped his empty mug to the ground beforehand, ‘That’s the fucking problem, mum- you don’t remember. And, maybe, what you do remember somehow measures up as not as bad as some other shit but I don’t have that luxury! You know what I remember? You, blacked out on the couch; you, lettin’ Dean’s boys paw at you in the livin’ room; you, turning away the first time Dean hit me; you, ignorin’ Daisy crying for hours until I gave in and got what she needed.

‘And, yeah, I know shit was tough- I’m not tryin’ to compare sufferings or some other bullshit- I know you think you were doing the best you could; I know you think you did the best you could with the shitty hand you were dealt. I know.’ Eggsy stopped, took a deep breath in his nose and out his mouth, lips pursed tightly, and did it again. Again. Until the red faded from his face and his heart slowed down enough to feel rational again.

Michelle hadn’t moved. She tried to convince herself that she was listening out for Daisy moving about in her room, what with the ruckus, but adept as she was at lying to herself it wouldn’t stick. This man in front of her was a stranger to her- she knew he was her son, but she didn’t know anything about him, apparently. She didn’t know his goals or his struggles, she didn’t know his friendships beyond the tangential moments they crossed her path directly; how was she ever supposed to bridge this gap she hadn’t known was there?

‘Eggs-’

‘Let me finish, mum- if I don’ do it now I don’t think I’ll try again later.’

‘Okay.’ She swallowed heavily, hands so tight around the mug she was surprised it hadn’t shattered, and waited.

And waited.

‘D’you know what I don’t remember, mum? I don’t remember dad’s voice. I don’t remember his laugh or much of anythin’ about him to be honest. Sometimes I think I see him when I’m asleep but I dunno how much of that’s just my head making shit up with the one picture I’ve got of him, and how much of it is an actual memory I can’t get to when I’m awake. I don't want to find out how much of it's all in my head, honest. An’ maybe all that’s not the healthiest start to a relationship, of any kind, but it’s a sight better than drugs and a meal ticket.

‘Harry didn’t save me, and fuck knows he was a right arse at the start of it; but my refusing to grass gave him enough reason, I guess, to give me the chance to prove myself. He threw every one of my biggest regrets, especially the ones I didn’t get a choice in failing at, in my face. An’ then he turned it about in a way only someone used to getting his way can- he told me to jump. And I said “why not” instead of “how high” an’ he was glad for it. He didn’t give me shit besides a chance; he didn’ tell me what was goin’ on ‘til it were too late to turn back and let me prove myself. Not to him, but-’

‘To yourself. He… He took you away from everythin’ that held you back an’ let you push yourself. He let you figure yourself out without any of us stoppin’ you.’

‘He believed in me, mum; and, yeah, it all started cos he figured he’d as good as killed dad himself but he let me figure it out myself. Never treated me like a kid or like I was less a person for bein’ different- and I fucked it up anyway, mind, but he let me try- and then he died and the one person who’d believed in me was gone. An’ the last thing I’d said to him was accuse ‘im of havin’ dad stuffed somewhere in his house like one of them pinned butterflies. He went straight off for America from that fight, an’ then he died-’

‘And you blamed yourself.’ Her Eggsy, if she could call him that to herself without wincing, had gone and fallen into the same pit Harry had after Lee. He slumped back into the sofa, head hung low, and Michelle took the moment just to look at him. To see the way his jaw clenched and unclenched the same way Lee’s had when he was upset. The way Eggsy’s eyes had the same tilt his dad had had. All the little pieces of Lee that Eggsy had no idea he’d inherited because she’d refused to talk about him and brought people into their lives who forbade it. Because she’d... let her grief consume her.

‘Well, now I know what Merlin was on about,’ Michelle muttered to herself, one hand propped against her chin, ‘when he said I’d let my grief consume me. I didn’ even see you was strugglin’ more than I was, babes, cos it was different. I ain’t gonna claim that I get it now,’ she shook her head and a self-deprecating laugh escaped, ‘but I’m gonna say that I’m gonna try and see that I don’ understand and that’s okay.

‘I know I didn’ do right by you, Eggsy; I know I let other shit be more important and I pushed you away cos you reminded me so much of Lee that it… it made me angry. How could I keep bein’ who I’d been before, when he was gone? And I didn’ even realise that I was takin’ it out on you. Or,’ she corrected herself, ‘maybe I did, but I didn’t want to admit it to meself. I spent so much time tryin’ to ignore everything that’d changed and not enough trying to figure out how to be your mum- a mum, actually- after everythin’. You kept gettin’ bigger and then you were grown and leavin’ me and I just… panicked.’

Eggsy refused to meet her gaze, one hand clenched tightly in a fist while the other rubbed itself aimlessly against the sofa cushion. He’d always known his mum was fucked up; the older he got the more obvious it was that she’d just had all her strings cut when his dad died and she let just about anyone make choices for her cos she couldn’t handle the responsibility of being a person. And yeah, having the explanation helped and all, but it was a bit like finding out that Snape’d been a dick because he was a spy and loved Harry’s mum- it was a good reason, but it wasn’t an excuse. It didn’t make things better in retrospect, it didn’t make him happier to know; it didn’t bridge the gap she’d dug between them. It was a good way to learn what not to do- but didn’t help much when trying to figure out what TO do.

‘I don’ think I’m ever gonna understand, Eggsy, but I don’ want you avoiding me- or Daisy- cos of the shit I did before. Or didn’ do. I ain’t gonna claim to fix it or anything- but I want to try an’ do better; I want to learn how to be… well, maybe not a mum- think you’re a bit old for that, an’ that’s where I fucked this up in the first place. I tried to push you to talk an’ you weren’t ready, or maybe just not ready to talk with me ‘bout it, cos I thought I knew best. And it’s pretty obvious here that I don’t. So, maybe I can learn to be your friend- one that’s got a load of stories to teach you what not to do.’

‘You’re always gonna be my mum, tho. You fucked up, a lot, and I’m tryin’ not to… to project my past onto Daisy cos you’ve changed. V-Day made us all re-think a lot of shit, in a lot o’ ways, and I know you’re trying. There ain’t much to drink here, you’ve been chattin’ with Harry and takin’ Daisy to school and being a proper person. I can see it. But, sometimes, seein’ you trying makes me mad as hell- cos why wasn’ I enough to try for?’ Eggsy felt a tear escape, traitorously run it's way down his cheek, but refused to wipe it away. He was allowed to feel, damnit.

‘Oh, Eggsy, there was nothin’ you coulda done. You did your best- I just… wasn’t quite there yet. I couldn’t see past the moment I was stuck in like- like your bloody snowglobe, that one Lee brought home for you his last leave. Everythin’ was fine long as I didn’t leave that bubble and tha’s on me, babes. My shit ain’t your responsibility, an’ that goes double for your guilt over Harry. Obviously his dying didn’ stick, but you’ve gotta let that shit go or you’re never going to see eveythin’ that’s in front of you.’ Michelle thought briefly of Harry the first time he’d come by, how lost he’d been when she’d just brushed aside his guilt like a stray bit of dirt where it shouldn’t be. ‘And I ain’t talkin’ about being grateful- I know you’re plenty grateful that shit’s landed as it has, love- but you… I dunno, maybe it’s just cos I see you so little with that “tailoring” job,’ Michelle mimed the quotations with her fingers, ‘but it feels like you’re doin’ the same shit I did, but, like, the opposite. You’re tryin’ to keep yourself in that moment back when shit wasn’t all fucked up, an’ if you’re moving forward it’s fuckin’ slowly.’

‘Like you’re one to talk, mum.’

‘But tha’s just it- I was doing that. I was stuck and stickin’ there and I didn’t even care I was doing it ‘til some madman decided to shove my faults in my face in a way I can only thank every god above and below Daisy doesn’t seem to remember.

‘Learn from me, Eggsy- don’ get stuck just cos it seems safer.’

‘I don’t know how to be safe, mum- I just know how to get from one crisis to the next.’

‘Good thing you’ve got the time to learn, then. Even if you’ve got yourself a group of folk who prolly don’t know any better than you do.’ That seemed to cut loose some of the tension, both chuckling and bumping shoulders, and when had the space between them shrunk so much? Physically, mind, but hopefully they’d started filling in the emotional gaps.

They sat in silence for a while, finishing off their now-so-cold-it-was-a-little-gross tea and clearing the sitting room. They got up to wash their mugs, stood comfortably beside each other at the sink, a happier echo of tense moments past. Michelle didn’t want to leave anything for Eggsy to wonder at, cos chances were that they wouldn’t ever speak like this again. This was the only chance she’d have, probably; but even if it weren’t she needed to know that Eggsy had heard her.

‘I need you to know that I mean it when I tell you I love you, Eggsy. I don’ really know how to love you, now, but I know it’s there- I just can’t express it right, I guess. And I’m so proud of you- you grew up so much when I wasn’t looking. When I was lookin’ away on purpose. But you’re an amazing young man and I am so proud of you- even when you won’t tell me all about your fancy dangerous job and I have to imagine what’s goin’ on.’ Eggsy smiled ruefully and scrubbed a hand at his neck, cheeks flushed but unrepentant. Michelle smiled and slowly opened her arms, wriggling her fingers to goad Eggsy into her embrace- which he did without protest, and she lifted herself just enough to reach his ear and whisper the words she couldn’t bring herself to say to his face.

‘You’re so much like your dad; you’ve got his justice and his fury and I’m gonna try an' tell you that more often. You deserve to know that you’re doin’ him proud- and he deserves to be remembered.’

#dagonet writes #echoes fic #Kingsman #kingsman fic

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shijakbuteoda · 5 years

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other side

part two

summary: wherein mark lee has a crush on reader, and is also not who everyone assumes him to be.

a/n: just a mark lee imagine thingy?! yes i know i called him minhyung BUT it makes sense once you read it alright?! kinda rushed im sorry:( please keep in mind that this is the first thing i’ve written on tumblr too!

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minhyung lee completely and utterly adored you, but just as any girl in a cliche teen movie, you were oblivious to this.

oblivious to his lingering stares, to the fact that he left bottles of your favourite drink on your desk in homeroom with little encouraging notes to urge you through the day, the books he had heard you rambling about reading were then saved under your name in the library the next day, the fact that he studied at the cafe you worked at so he would have the opportunity to admire you from afar, and the drawings that he would fold up into paper planes and throw at you in class (but you never caught on as to where they were coming from, especially since minhyung had claimed the seat at the far back of the classroom and you sat at the front).

you soon began to catch on to the little glances that he would send you, in english class, art, chemistry, drama.. especially drama, let’s just say in every class. since you did share each. and. every. class. with. minhyung. lee.

as everyone in your school knew, minhyung lee was shy and afraid of skinship, not even his friends were able to get within 10cm of him without him freaking out... and you were going to challenge that stereotype.

you had a feeling that minhyung lee was not who everyone thought he was, and you were determined to find out what was behind his cute and shy bookworm persona.. or maybe it wasn’t a persona.. maybe he just enjoyed reading and- whatever.. you were ready for whatever he was to throw at you.

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it was in the 3rd period of the day, drama, where the relationship between you and minhyung lee had began to blossom.

the teacher assigned you and minhyung the lead roles in the upcoming school play, which was also co-written and directed by you, seeing the lingering stares that the pair of you had been giving each other throughout her classes.

you were overjoyed with this information, whereas minhyung was nervous. once receiving the news he couldn’t have ran any faster to the school library to calm down.

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it was late on a saturday night when you next saw minhyung lee, albeit not in a place where you would expect to see him.

your friends had dragged you to an underground rapping performance, where the best rappers from all around the nation would gather for one night in a battle for the grand prize. for some reason your gut feeling was telling you to push through the crowds to get to the front row, which is exactly what you did, pulling your friends with you.

since the small group of you had arrived late, you were only able to watch the last few showdowns. the last one was the biggest of the night, where the winner of last year’s showdown was to battle against the rapper who had defeated each of the other participants throughout the night.

the (so far) reigning champion of the night was called up, and a few claps and hollers arose from the crowd as their name was announced.

then the name mark lee was called, introduced as the best rapper in the nation, who had maintained his position as the champion for 3 straight years at the mere age of 19. just at the mention of his name, the crowd erupted in applause.

time seemed to slow down as mark lee pulled his hoodie off, revealing the innocent face of minhyung lee.

the same minhyung lee that was too scared to even talk to you, was now mark lee who was not afraid to stand in front of hundreds and bite back at his opponent with such grace and precision to the point where he left both his opponent and the crowd speechless.

when you turned to look at your friends in amazement you realised that they were now long gone, all that was left was a text message, “sorry we left you:( we needed to go to the bathroom & — is coming down with a cold so i need to get her home, will you be able to make it home safe or do you want me to come back & pick you up?”

looking back up from your phone you made eye contact with minh- mark, who would recognise your face from anywhere. upon seeing your widened eyes he froze in his spot before taking off.

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stepping out into the cold night, you were yet to recover from mark’s performance.. you also had no ride home.

as you were about to call one of your parents to pick you up, someone bumped into you from behind. this led to you falling forwards, only to be pulled back into said person’s chest.

“oh- uh i’m so sorry about that.. i feel like we need to talk a little? t-that’s if you don’t mind is all, or-“

“oh, minhyung! hey, it’s fine don’t worry, and of course we can talk-“

“m-mark, you can call me mark, would you like a ride home?”

you nodded in response, thanking him quietly as he held open his car door for you.

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it had been weeks since you discovered mark’s other side, and the two of you were now as close as ever.

once you had promised to not tell anyone about mark’s secret, you compromised with him and now the two of you were going to each other’s houses almost every day to “practice” for the school play.

it was a saturday afternoon and the pair of you were sitting in your room, going over the last scene in the play... which you then remembered had a kiss scene in it.. as you reached the last line you noticed mark’s cheeks starting to heat up.

he shrugged as if to say “fuck it” and leaned forwards, pressing his lips against yours softly. your eyes fluttered shut, all of your senses were overwhelmed with everything mark lee.

he tasted of coffee and the apple flavoured chapstick he had applied earlier in the day, he smelt of autumn and books, he felt like home. mark lee felt like home.

the kiss definitely lingered more than it needed to but the pair of you paid no attention to that fact, lost in one another. the world and all of it’s problems faded away, all the two of you knew in that moment was each other.

once you pulled away mark lee uttered the words he had always wanted to tell you, “i know it’s too soon to say, but i think that i love you, will you be my lover?”

you were still breathless from your last kiss and couldn’t form a proper sentence so you answered mark with another kiss, pulling away again to say “yes, you dork.”

;; ♡

it was now 6 months into dating the one and only mark/minhyung lee, and you had managed to keep a collection of majority of his hoodies. so when mark came over to look for his favourite hoodie, he couldn’t help but stare in awe at the adorableness that was you in his hoodie which went down past your knees.

all he could do was jump on your bed and giggle into one of your pillows, squealing a little when his glasses were pushed further into the bridge of his nose. he flopped back over onto his back and pouted, asking you to kiss it better.. and what were you gonna do? say no? of course not.

you giggled and peppered his face with small pecks, lingering a little longer when it came to his lips. mark pulled you in closer and wrapped the two of you in your blankets.

wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he began reading the first book in the harry potter series to you in such a soft voice that you couldn’t help but fall asleep. when you awoke again it was 2am and to the sound of mark sneaking in through your window.

you pouted and sat up, making grabby hands towards him. he responded with a soft chuckle and climbed onto your bed, “i’m sorry, baby. i had to go work on my rapping. i didn’t wanna wake you,” he had a slight rasp to his voice, making you blush as you nuzzled your head further into the crook of his neck, “it’s fine, bub. that’s why i leave my window open on saturday nights.. i know it’s when you work,”

“love, that’s dangerous-“ the sound of mark’s voice faded out as you couldn’t help but be lulled back to sleep by his voice. the last thought on your mind being ‘mark lee is finally mine..’

mark just sighed and looked down at you, kissing your nose before falling asleep himself.

dedicated to my love, @yong-yong-ma-boi! i love u 💓 and i’m sorry it’s so bad bc i rushed aaaa

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gratsustingue-the-ot4 · 5 years

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Sting's anxiety pushes everyone away when he needs them most.

Author: @splendidlyimperfect Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Pairings: Natsu/Gray/Sting/Rogue Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Polyamory, Established Relationship, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Medication, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Crying, they're just really soft with each other, sweet boyfriends, Tumblr: FTLGBTales Series: Part 33 of i'm with them

**tw for anxiety/panic attack

“Babe, we can find it later.”

Natsu stood at the front door, frowning at Sting, who was pacing back and forth in the kitchen, opening random drawers and slamming them shut again. Sting ran his hands through his hair, groaning.

“I left it here, I know I did,” Sting said. “Maybe Rogue moved it.” He tapped his fingers against the counter, then moved over to the area where they kept their phone chargers and started rummaging through it again.

“I have my wallet,” Natsu said gently, stepping forward into the kitchen and reaching out for Sting’s arm. “We can look more when we get back, but we gotta get going – we told Dad we’d be there at two.” He glanced at the clock, which read 1:37.

Sting shook his head, pushing Natsu’s arm away. “It’s not – I just...” He tried to take a deep breath, but his chest felt tight. “It was here,” he insisted.

“You don’t need it,” Natsu reassured, trying again to reach out to Sting.

Sting pulled his arm away from Natsu again, stepping backward into the kitchen. There was a soft mrowl, and Sting cursed as he tripped backward over Lector and slammed his hip into the counter.

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“Fucking son of a bitch,” he shouted, feeling a wave of guilt as Lector leapt away from him and darted toward the bedroom. Sting bunched his hands into fists, digging his fingernails into his palms and closing his eyes. “Sorry,” he said, trying to ignore the stinging pain on his hip that was definitely going to bruise.

“It’s okay,” Natsu said gently, staying where he was. “What’s going on?” Sting had been grumpy and on edge since Sunday, withdrawing from the other three and keeping to himself.

Sting shook his head. The tag from his shirt rubbed against the back of his neck and he resisted the urge to tug it off. Frosch was yowling from the bedroom and Sting wanted to slam the door.

“Do you wanna stay home?” Natsu asked. Sting wanted to shake his head, wanted to go for lunch with Natsu and Silver and forget the wallet, and the stomachache, and the low, thrumming anger under his skin. Instead he nodded, crossing his arms over his stomach and trying not to cry. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No.” Sting stared at the ground, at the hole in his socks – goddamnit, these were his favorite ones. He ground his teeth and closed his eyes. “Just... tell Dad I’m sorry.”

“Why don’t I reschedule with him?” Natsu’s voice was gentle, and for some reason it irked Sting. “I don’t think you should be by yourself.”

“I’m not a child,” Sting snapped, scratching at his wrist. The guilt in his chest was overruled by irritation and he glared down at the counter. “I’ll be fine.” Natsu hesitated and Sting’s voice turned sharper. “Just go.”

Natsu sighed, and Sting could tell he was trying hard not to move in for a hug.

“Okay,” Natsu said eventually. “I’ll leave my ringer on, call me if you need me, okay?” Sting nodded, biting his lip and biting back an irritated, I don’t need anything, go away. “I love you,” Natsu added.

“Love you too,” Sting said softly, listening to Natsu’s footsteps recede. As soon as the door clicked closed, Sting let out a shaky breath and leaned forward against the counter. His eyes were immediately drawn to the pile of dishes stacked next to the sink and he felt irritation flare up again.

He grabbed a few of the plates, opening the dishwasher and groaning when he realized it was clean. Tears pressed against his eyes again and he tossed the plates back on the counter, stalking away from the kitchen and into the bedroom. As soon as he walked into the room, he turned around again, grabbing his phone from the coffee table and curling up on the couch.

I’m sorry. He typed out the text under Natsu’s name, then deleted it and switched to his conversation with Rogue and wrote, I need you. Instead of hitting ‘send,’ he tipped his head back, angry tears filling his eyes as he threw his phone to the other end of the couch.

“Fuck,” he whispered, running his hands over his face. Happy jumped up on the couch and tried to climb onto Sting’s lap, and he growled, pushing Happy away. “Don’t... just...”

Sting curled in on himself and started crying in earnest, burying his face in his arms. His shoulders shook as he choked out a sob, pulling his knees tight against his chest. Everything was too much and not enough, and his skin was too tight, and suddenly he was too hot, sweating through his thin t-shirt.

His phone went off a few times, but he kicked it away from him as each buzz pushed him closer and closer to screaming.

Come back, Sting thought as he cried. I’m sorry, I need you.

~*~*~

The text from Natsu had been simple – im worried about sting, hes not good but he didnt want me there – but it had been enough for Gray to leave work early and immediately head home.

When Gray opened the front door, he could hear the shower running. He kicked off his shoes and headed for the bathroom, where he found Sting sitting on the floor next to the shower, shoulders shaking as he cried. His arms were red where he’d been scratching at them, and his forehead was pressed against his knees.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Gray said softly, crouching down next to Sting. “C’mere.” He touched Sting’s arm and when Sting didn’t pull away, Gray sat down next to him, pulling Sting into a sideways embrace.

“I’m s-sorry,” Sting said, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. “I didn’t... it’s just...”

“Shhh,” Gray said, brushing Sting’s sweaty hair away from his face. “Breathe with me, okay?” He took Sting’s hand and placed it on his own chest, then took a deep, slow breath, waiting for Sting to copy him before exhaling. “There you go. You’re okay.”

“I’m n-not, I don’t... I’m sorry, I was a j-jerk to N-natsu, I didn’t mean to...”

“I know,” Gray said, taking another deep breath. Sting shook his head, chest rising and falling erratically. “Nobody’s upset with you. Can you take another deep breath for me?”

“N-no,” Sting gasped, tightening his arms around his knees. “I c-can't, I can’t, I can’t...”

“Okay, it’s okay if you can’t,” Gray said quickly, running his hand up and down Sting’s back, but stopping when Sting pulled away. “I’m gonna get your meds, okay?”

Sting didn’t respond as Gray stood up, moving over to the medicine cabinet and grabbing a prescription bottle. He tipped one of the pills into his hand, then sat back down next to Sting, holding it out. Sting took it with a shaky hand, popping it under his tongue and then closing his eyes again, pressing his forehead to his knees.

“Do you wanna take a shower?” Gray asked. Sting shook his head, then changed his mind and nodded, sniffing and wiping his face. “With me or by yourself?”

“W-with you,” Sting said shakily. Gray helped him stand up, pulling him into a hug and kissing his forehead before tugging off his shirt.

As soon as they were under the water, Sting let out a deep breath, leaning against Gray and wrapping his arms around Gray’s waist. Gray started humming softly, grabbing the shampoo and lathering up Sting’s hair.

“Wanna come with me to Halifax next month?” Gray asked, rinsing away the soap and rubbing Sting’s back gently. “Todd’s sending me to a conference so they’ll pay for gas and the hotel. We can go to the beach if you want?”

Sting nodded against Gray’s chest. “Yeah,” he said softly. His breathing was slowly evening out, body relaxing against Gray’s as Gray’s fingers kneaded the knots in his shoulders. “All of us? Or just you and me?”

“Whatever you want,” Gray said. Sting didn’t say anything, just hugged Gray tighter.

~*~*~

An hour later, Rogue and Natsu were home, and Sting was curled up with them on the bed, wearing Natsu’s hoodie and Gray’s sweatpants.

“’m sorry,” Sting said, gaze slightly unfocused as he looked up at Natsu. His head was in Natsu’s lap, and Rogue was lying beside him, running his fingers over Sting’s stomach.

Natsu shook his head. “It’s okay,” he said, brushing Sting’s hair out of his face. “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

“I tol’ you to leave,” Sting said sleepily. “Was a jackass.”

“Yeah, but you’re a cute jackass,” Natsu teased. Rogue snorted, taking Sting’s hand and lacing their fingers together.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over Sting’s knuckles. Sting made a sleepy sound, blinking slowly.

“Drugs’re workin’,” he said softly. “’s all fuzzy.” He yawned, shifting a bit and nuzzling Rogue’s neck. “I don’ like taking them.”

“I know,” Rogue said, kissing Sting’s forehead. “But Gray said you were spiraling pretty bad, I think it was a good thing that you took them.”

Sting nodded, closing his eyes and relaxing into the strange sensation of being not-quite-real that always came with the medication. It was unsettling, but better than the time he’d passed out from hyperventilating.

There was a dip on the bed behind Sting, and a squeeze on his hip. He cracked open an eye and looked up to see Gray, smiling softly at him.

“Thanks,” Sting whispered, reaching out and taking Gray’s hand.

“Always,” Gray said, shifting until he was lying behind Sting. He wrapped his arm around Sting’s waist and placed a gentle kiss on the back of his neck, then murmured, “now go to sleep. We’ve got you – you’re safe.”

#fairy tail #gratsustingue #ot4 #ot4fic #imwiththem #gray fullbuster #natsu dragneel #sting eucliffe #rogue cheney #emotional hurt/comfort #light angst #with a happy ending #sweet boyfriends #some fluff #splendidlyimperfect

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nctverse · 6 years

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imagine if jeno had a crush on you…

im crying i meant to post this ages ago but tumblr is a bitch

hey, its finally here though

anonymous asked:

can i request a jeno scenario/headcanon where he has a crush on you (and you have a crush in him too) and tries to make you understand but you've never been in a relationship so you're oblivious to his attempts and you just think he's just behaving weirdly ? Thankkks💞 - hp anon (who is still crying over the fact that you've never read/watched harry potter)

genre: fluff

words: 1.5k+ i usually dont write long things but do you guys want my fics to be longer or shorter??

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i honestly don’t think he’d really be shy of his feelings per say

who am i kidding

hes a shy goofy and awkward mess

but its the endearing, comical awkwardness that always seems to lighten the mood and make you smile

he wants to tell you but

1: he doesn’t know if you like him back

2: he doesn’t know how to tell you

so he just kinda hopes you’ll figure it out and catch on

but alas

the two most oblivious people on the planet just have to have feeling for each other

so of course hes trying so hard to get you to notice but some?? how?? you?? aren’t??

okay so onto the actual story part

jeno was thinking all day on how he could possibly find a way to convince you to hangout with him for the 5th time that week without seeming mega creepy

even though it would be hard for him to seem creepy to you since he’s your best friend

plus you liked him

then it hit him

he immediately sent you a cute short text

“hey can i pick you up in like an hour and a half i wanna go to the mall but i don’t wanna be alone”

he typed out the next message but hesitated before finally he was hit with a sudden wave of confidence, biting his tongue and pressing send

“… and i miss you”

he tossed his phone after sending the message and covered his cute blushy face.

he couldn’t believe that he suddenly had the courage to send that message, but he didn’t regret it at all

when you read the message your heart LEAPED

but of course you being you, you brushed off the message saying that hes just trying to be a good friend for you because that’s what friends do right?

you responded excitedly, not further questioning the meaning behind his confession as you felt you had come to a sensible conclusion on your own, typing out “of course, dummy. ill be ready!! i miss you too :(”

once jeno read your response, his smile faded slightly

he was slightly upset you didn’t read his attempts, but he couldn’t be too frustrated since he wasn’t being direct either.

he shrugged off the negative feeling, and decided to focus on the fact that he gets to see you again

he figured there will be another chance for him to drop another hint while you guys were out anyway

the mall trip was definitely an adventure

you both started out walking around with drinks, have cute casual conversations filled with laughter and teasing

him, being the gentleman he is, offered to help you find clothes to buy as you always loved having a second opinion

he walked into the store with you, helping to search the racks.

not long after he pulls out a silky button down shirt in your size

you chuckled “you and your button ups” teasing him since he basically drowns himself in a plethora of button up shirts

nonetheless, the shirt was stunning

he handed you the shirt and you added it to the small pile of clothes you have collected to try on before heading that way, motioning for jeno to follow you

he sat in a chair outside the dressing room

he had to wait outside the dressing room for obvious reasons but he insisted that you come out and show him what the outfit look like

You go in and change into the first of 2 outfits

you come out, a little embarrassed under his stare as he critiques the outfit, but he thought you were so captivating.

he had nothing negative to say

he thought you couldn’t possibly look any better than you did standing in front of him in that outfit

until you tried on the one he chose

when you stepped out in that silky button down shirt he chose, his jaw dropped.

literally

flustered at his reaction, you quickly ran up to him placing a hand on his chin, pushing upwards, effectively shutting his mouth

your other hand naturally cupped his cheek

“close your mouth you dork!” you whispered quite loudly, your face mere inches away from him

his hand instinctively came up and rested on top of the hand that rested against his cheek

his gaze fixated on your beautiful eyes, level with his since you had to lean over a bit to accommodate for the height difference as he was sitting and you were standing

his stare was intense, drenched in enamor

there was no way for you to hide the intense blush that crept upon your cheeks

finally, against your deep desire, you pulled away, standing back up straight, his hand falling back down to his side

“okay i’m gonna change back then we can check out” you managed to speak with only minimal stammering before retreating back into the dressing room.

you shut the door before turning around and resting your back against it, hand coming up to comfort the fast beat of your heart against your chest.

this was like heaven and hell for you

you were so confused by his actions because in your book it was impossible for him to have feelings for you

but at the same time you of course liked him

you just hated how it felt as if he was playing with you, even though you knew he would never do that

jeno sat on the chair, now alone, mentally beating himself up for not confessing right then and there

at least he knew for sure that he was gonna do it before you went home.

after finally collecting yourself you changed out of the outfit, putting back on your own clothes

you knew for sure that you were buying those two outfits not even just because jeno loved them on you, but because you loved them on you too

you draped the two outfit over your arm,opening the door to exit the dressing room, mentally preparing yourself to face jeno again

as you exited, jeno approached you with his usual smile, offering to carry the clothes for you as if you two weren’t milliseconds away from kissing a couple minutes earlier

you took him up on his offer, handing him the clothes before walking with him to the check out line

the line was empty so you both walked straight up to the cashier, jeno handed them the clothes before proceeding to step in front of the card reader

you took out your wallet nudging him with your hip with a cute “excuse me” thinking he was unintentionally in the way until he also takes his wallet.

“jeno you don’t have to-” you started, catching his drift before he cuts you off “well i mean i kinda dragged you here, plus,” he looks at you as the cashier scans the last item, “i want to.”

jeno’s eyes whip back to the card reader as the cashier announced the total, sliding his card in with absolutely zero hesitation

you huffed, putting your wallet back in your bag and briefly wrapping your arms around his waist, thanking him before taking the bag of clothes from the cashiers extended arm

after walking around the mall a bit more you guys finally decided to get going as it was getting late

the walk home was a short one but you guys wanted to take a slightly longer route in order to milk the time you both had together

you began to get slightly fed up with jeno acting as if nothing happened so you finally decided to confront him about it

“ hey, what happened back at the store? are you just gonna pretend like nothing happened?” your voice slightly weak as you were totally clueless as to how he would respond

“actually no i wasn’t, i was hoping you would catch on but obviously your didn’t,” jeno teases before becoming more serious “I like you. i dont know how you haven’t noticed, but i really like you. sometimes it feels like im going to burst-” jeno began to ramble slightly, contrary to his usual persona

you cut off his words by reaching out for his hand, intertwining your fingers, for the first time as more than just friends

he looked at you, his naturally beautiful smile lighting the sky better than any star, receiving and cherishing every feeling you attempted so send through your warm touch

he stepped towards you, so you were finally facing each other rather than beside each other, bringing his face close to yours

he paused for a moment, breath ghosting over your face like a feather, wanting to make sure you were entirely comfortable before he proceeded

his answer was clear as you looked back into his eyes with the same, unimaginable level of enamor that dripped from his gaze

he leaned in slowly, wanting to savor the innocent intimacy, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek as your unoccupied hand rested against his chest

the moment you felt his lips against yours was when you felt your whole world change for the better

as if time stopped and every single planet and star in existence aligned just for you

your stress seemingly fading away as you fell harder than you ever thought you possibly could

you already knew he was gonna be the death of you, in the best way possible.

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icarushasfallenfromthestars · 3 years

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Found (Outside The Screen) (Dream x GN! Reader) Part 2

Request: That dream angst fuckin wrecked my heart..any chance for a part 2 with comfort(im not the og requester so if not thats fine its just OUGH my heart)

Part 1

Once again. This is a completely fictitious story and version of Clay.

TW: Panic attacks, self deprecating thoughts,

"(Y/n)!"

His voice echoed through the house as you scrambled around corners to escape the possible wrath of your boyfriend. Or maybe even soon to be ex boyfriend.

He's gonna find you...

The house wasn't even that big, and quite an open concept, so you had no idea why you were finding it so confusing. All you knew at the moment was...

Get out.

Once your eyes landed on the door that lead out, you made a beeline towards it and flung it open. Maybe you should've known better than to attempt to run from the manhunt god...

The footsteps pounding against the floor not too far behind you startled you enough to jump outside and slam the door behind you in hopes of giving yourself enough time to run farther.

Where... were you?

Doesn't matter. Don't go back.

Oh God... He hates you..

Why wouldn't he..?

He was too embarrassed to show you to his chat!

What did you do that was so embarrassing?

God.. What was so wrong with you that he stayed in his streaming room for days on end!?

You had no clue where you were. Nothing looked familiar. What time is it? No clue, you don't have your... Your phone!

78 Missed calls from Clay💚

2 Missed calls from George👓🇬🇧

7 Missed calls from Sapnap🔥

Was... He so mad that his friends were trying to yell at you too? You tilted your head slightly and scrolled through the other notifications on your lockscreen.

You glanced down at the screen and say Clay was making call number 79... Man, he was persistent.. and he would probably continue to call until you answered...

Your finger hovered over the decline button, before slowly moving over and landing on the green one instead. "...Hello...?"

"(Y/n)...?" Had... He been crying...? "Oh my god! You're alive!" He gasped out with glee before giving a few sobs of... relief...?

"...You... Aren't... Mad?" You whispered very softly and hesitantly, your voice scratchy and sore from crying.

Your battery was almost dead...

"C-Clay.. My phone is going to die.." You murmured softly, your heart filling with dread as you turned down your brightness and closed any unnecessary apps.

"..(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"I lov-"

Your phone died..

Pulling the device away from your head, you pressed the buttons a few times before groaning and shoving it into your pockets as you began to walk.

You rose your arm to shield your face from the onslaught of water that a car had caused by driving through a large puddle before running your hand down your face.

Biting your lip, you shook off the thought as you looked up again to see the steakhouse that you were directed to go to, the signs glowingly and people shuffling in and out through the doors...

Then there was another man, standing under a large black umbrella wearing a damp lime green hoodie...

Only you'd recognize that face anywhere where others wouldn't.. Standing in the street lights perfectly was your boyfriend, Clay.

Your heart trembled but also melted slightly upon seeing that he wasn't paying attention to his screen anymore. You. He was focused on finding you...

You buried your face into the male's sweater, that was beginning to become soaked as well from the rain and you, and closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him.

"(Y/n)?"

"Mm..?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Clay."

#dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt #dream mcyt #x reader #reader insert #read #self insert #dream smp #dream team

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calling-gull · 6 years

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Hope

(From an RP in Discord) ( @tirasiansails @atc-wra (And I don’t know if Nallaen has a tumblr XD)

A conversation of sensitive topics had gone on weeks before, and Daniel was excited with the idea that it just might be possible.

A long stretch of silence passed from the arcanist until late one evening, a letter would find its way to Captain Conaroy. The method of delivery, a medium sized, dour looking Raven fluttered to the window of the man's residence, pecking insistently at whatever window or method of entry there was to Daniel's quarters until it's presence was acknowledged and it's missive delivered. Upon delivery, the black corvid would tarry, almost ensuring that the man read the letter right then and there before taking wing again and disappearing into the Stormwind streets.

The letter itself was a small, rolled piece of parchment that read thus: "Captain Conaroy, I believe suitable enough progress has been made for me to reveal the fruits of my labor. Please join me in a small warehouse at the end of the docks. #185. Knock Thrice. -N" A 30 minute walk away, in the above mentioned warehouse, a disheveled looking warlock mumbles to himself as he scratches out a series of runes onto the stone floor in charcoal, often looking over to a journal of notes seated some ways away to his right. His clothes are stained with soot, some sort of weird ichor, and Light knows what else. Apparently, Nallaen had been through the ringer on this one. Not far from him on a table, sat a mess of supplies, an empty pot that once held a steaming pool of Koda Bean Brew and a half consumed bottle of bourbon.

Daniel rolled over with a groan at the sound of the incessant tapping on his window. Brushing hair out of his face, and rubbing the sand from his eyes, he manages to open one of them to see what's causing the ruckus. "Huh. That's new." Opening the window, he looked the bird over, a bit taken aback when he saw the small paper rolled and tied to one leg. Interesting. he'd seen plenty of pigeons carrying missives, but a raven? Tentatively, but with calm ease, he reached for, and retrieved the note, reading it immediately. If someone had sent him a message with this unconventional courier, then it must be important. Ah, his meeting with that one. Good, he was eager to see what the man had devised.

It didn't take him long to throw on some clothes, grab up a few things, and head out with a skip in his step, and a whistle on his lips. The walk wasn't onerous, and he enjoyed it. Arriving at the warehouse, he did knock the three times, and waited. In his hand, a string-bag of various fruits for Nallaen. He knew how the magicky folk got when they were working on something, and thought the man could probably use something to help refresh and restore energy.

The door creaks open just enough for someone to peek out of it to see who was there for a moment before opening fully and greeting Daniel with a full look at Nallaen Ravenstone. It was a quite a different look from when he last saw him, and his suspicions were in fact correct. To say that the warlock was a fucking mess was, in fact, a kindness. His hair, normally pulled back into a that tight ponytail, was completely untied and hung messily down to his shoulders, adding more depth to an already gaunt face. "Good. You made it." Nall says, stepping back to let Daniel in before hastily shutting the door behind him and locking it. "This way." Leading Daniel back to the workspace, Nallaen picks up a piece of charcoal that he had set down on the table (along with the bottle of bourbon) and turns to face the captain. "How much do you know about magical theory?" He asks, pulling the cork out of the bottle with his teeth and spitting it out before taking a pull from the bourbon.

Daniel followed the man with a shake of the head. Yep. One of those obsessed types. He'd seemed that way when they'd met, even as stoic as he'd been. It was just a feeling you got once in a while. "Not a damn bit of it." He reaches out with the bag of fruit, "Here, eat somethin' while ya talk." That's it, Danny, be eloquent. "Tell me what you've discovered. Somethin' new?"

Nallaen eyes the bag of fruit suspiciously, seemingly weighing the decision between eating and paranoia. Obviously, Daniel really wasn't ever really going to profit off of Nallaen's death but that didn't mean the warlock was going to worry about it. Reluctantly, Nallaen takes the bag of fruit and mumbles a 'Thanks' before tossing it onto his workspace and digging out a piece of it, taking a bite and swallowing before speaking again, wiping away some juice from his chin with a dirty sleeve. "Without getting too deep into the specifics, what you originally asked for is an incredibly complex task for a number of various reasons, the least of all being the fact that these will probably be used in active combat." Nall takes another bite, speaking through a mouthful of mulch. "Nowuh. When you're moving somthink through a poortal, it's kinda lyke a dour." Swallow. "Problem is we don't need a door. We need a hook."

"Like fishin'. Ya need somethin' ta grab, an' pull through the other side? Somethin' like that?" He watched the Warlock munch the fruit with satisfaction. Sabine would be a little miffed at him if he let this man die of neglect while working on this project. He hummed and had a beard-strokey moment before nodding. "Alright. Makes sense." He gestured for the man to continue, and eagerly awaited the rest. It didn't show, however. Only the calm, quiet demeanor was shown. For now.

"Precisely. Just like fishing." Nallaen replies taking another bite and leaning back against his work station. "What are some things you need to consider when casting that hook? Speed? Distance? Wind? Other hooks, aye? " He asks. "To continue with that analogy, these are things to consider when moving items or people through temporal space. Not to mention the fact that we are on a giant moving target itself. Once you start factoring variable, the magic required becomes mindbogglingly intricate. However..." Nallaen turns and picks up a small stone before moving towards Daniel and pressing it into his hands. "A week’s worth of sleepless nights have produced what I believe to be a viable solution to our little fishing problem." The stone itself is a small, round orb hewn from obsidian, perfectly smooth save for various etchings that have carved into it's surface. On those etchings, a faint, glimmering substance can be seen when it catches the light at just the right angle. "You're going to help me test it."

Danny holds up the stone, inspecting it with interest for a few moments. He'd been growing ever more intent on the explanation as it went on, and felt a small surge of excitement, though it never showed. "How'm I gonna help ya test it? And are ya gonna tell Sabine what's happened if ya send me ta the other side'v the world? Or worse, if ya turn me inside out?"

Nallaen shakes his head. "I mean, yes, if for some reason my calculations are off, there are any infinite number of possible outcomes that could occur, including wearing your organs on the outside, but if you consider that as one out come out of well...infinite...the odds are extremely low." Nallaen replies, taking another bite from his fruit. "My tests thus far have been successful on inanimate objects, no harm done." Nallaen says, very slowly sliding a bit to the right to block a pile of charred looking rocks from sight. "I need a living breathing thing the size of what we will be moving to know that I am successful. This is for all the marbles, Daniel."

Danny sighs, and shakes his head. "We needa find another livin' thing ta try it on first. Then I gotta let Sabine know. If I were ta vanish again without a word..." He shrugs, shaking his head. "I can't do it to the gal again." He paces back and forth for a moment or two, and then stops. "Let me find a bunny or somethin'. Somethin' living that we can say came out alright in the end." He knew, though, she'd likely explode at him and demand he not put himself in danger. After all, he had airships to build. and, maybe, a life with her like they'd wanted so long ago.

"I need something of similar size and shape, my friend. A bunny isn't going to do the trick." Nallaen replies, taking another bite from his piece of fruit, which has been an apple this entire time. "Listen, I wouldn't even be asking if this wasn't ready for this phase of testing. If this works, the only question becomes range extension and then mass production."

A frown crosses Daniel's lips, and he says, "Hold up a moment. I do need ta let her know. After all, she is in charge after the Duchess and admiral, and I report ta them." He touches the comm in his pocket, and thinks of Sabine. "Gal, are ya there?"

Nallaen sighs and waves a hand, indicating is his acquiescence for permission. As he waits he finishes what’s left of the apple and tosses the core aside, moving to his desk and sitting down with a soft grunt, picking up his bourbon bottle again and tipping it back.

There was a heavy grogginess to her voice, laced with a near whine on complaint as she mumbled sleepily," It's latteee and I just got to sleep for fucksake. This better be important."

"Sorry, gal, but I gotta do somethin', and the outcome's uncertain. I didn't want ta do it without tellin' ya. Here with mister Ravenstone. He thinks he's got a solution ta the problem'v brinelings an' others takin' folk off our ships."

There was a long moment of deathly silence as her sleep hazed mind took its sweet time absorbing this information. When she finally spoke again there was a hint of venom in her voice. 'Whatever it is you are doing, you best come back to in the same shape you left me. Otherwise, inform Mr. Ravenstone I will make him wish he were dead."

Hiding a chuckle, Daniel resoponds. "I'll tell 'im, love. Don't worry. I've faith in the man. I'm not leavin' ya again. Not for anythin'." He turns back to Nallaen, and repeats Sabine's threat word for word. "Alright, man. I'm at yer disposal. Jus' try not ta dispose of me, eh?"

Nallaen rolls his eyes and mumbles something about granting wishes and then he stands, moving over to Daniel and patting him on the shoulder. "Trust me, Captain. If that was my intent this is not the way I would do it. If you would be so kind as to move to end of the warehouse and stand on the 'x' I've marked there. Once you've done that, simply crush the stone in your hand."

Without a word, Daniel nods, and does just that. With the ground-eating pace that came naturally to him, he moved to the X, and stood there. With a bit of a prayer to keep him in one piece, he crushes the stone in one large hand.

Nallaen's obsidian stone, while seeming quiet solid is actually crushed quiet easily in Daniel's hand and the moment it turns to dust, there's a brilliant purple glow from the clenched fist. From there, there is a massive surge of energy and the captain is enveloped by a cloud of that brilliant purple glow. Next thing he knows, Daniel suddenly feels himself lurched forward as if suddenly the whole of Azeroth took off, the strange sensation of being pulled apart molecule by molecule and then hastily recombobulated all at once but yet taking an eternity. Needless to say, it wasn't an entirely pleasant sensation. A few moments later, the strange dilation of time and space would suddenly come to a harsh halt, Daniel being dumped right above the strange circle Nallaen had been drawing on the ground before the captain had arrived, the runes glowing bright and hot as he's unceremoniously spat out of the ether and back onto the floor.

"Okay. Might be just a tad off coordinate wise, but none worse for the wear I think." Nallaen says, striding back over to the man and holding out the bottle of booze for him.

The sensation was not the least pleasant thing he'd ever felt, but it came close to the top. Inside the 'portal', his body tried to react to the feeling, but couldn't, as he was held still. Probably a good thing when one was being ripped from one place, and spat out at another. As he was deposited in the circle, he staggered a bit, catching himself on something soft. When he looked, he realized it was Nallaen's arm. Oops. He took the bottle, and then handed it back, several gulps later. "Well. I seem ta be in one piece..."

"And there are certainly worse fates." Nallaen replies, taking the bottle back and moving to his workspace, scribbling something down on his notes as he takes another pull from it. Nothing like drunken rune work.

"So the only things to do now is re-write the runes to account for larger distances and then figure out a way how we're going to -pay- for all of this to be made."

"We'll figure a way. If this can save even a few who're dragged off ship. or cast overboard in a storm, then it'll be worth it." He offers his hand with a rarely-seen grin. "Well done, sir. No matter the success of this in the future, well done."

Nallaen takes his hand and gives it a squeeze and three pumps. The appropriate amount for any handshake, yes. "Aye, you're right. Can't put a price on life I suppose." He says with a small, and somewhat relieved sigh. The warlock plucks out another piece of fruit, a peace this time and bites into it, his first real sustenance in a few hours. "That's all I had for you, Captain. Unless you had some questions of your own."

"Na, not yet, though I'm sure the Duchess an Harbormistress will. Enjoy the fruit. Send ta me again if ya need anythin'. And uh..." he gestures to the fruit bag. "Want me ta send up summor food?"

Nallaen shakes his head, sending his tangle of grey hair swishing from side to side. "No, this should fine, thanks." He says, flipping open his notebook again and marking something down. "If you do inform them of the progress, please make them aware that they will have a demonstration sometime later in the week. After a few days worth of sleep."

"Aye. I'll do that. Enjoy yer sleep." With those few words, Daniel simply turns and walks out, planning on crawling back into bed with Sabine and sleep some more.

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[ I'm new to Tumblr, give me a break, honestly. Would appreciate some constructive criticism, thanks! Also yes, I'm not the smartest, so *please* no calling me dumb, I already know I am TwT, 3,151 words and weird, old original characters. I doubt anyones gonna read this but if you do good luck 😂]

"Matthew, honey?" Michelle chimed as she heard her front door shut, and in came her son, who was barely smaller than her, he had a very large bruise on the side of his eye.

"Hey mama…" He mumbled, she sighed sadly and held the boy's hand, pulling him gently to the kitchen and getting an ice pack after he sat down, the all too familiar small hissing sound coming from beside him. Matthew smiled softly as he looked at his adorable de-fanged snake hissing at him gently, wanting attention. He giggled and pet her head gently, she began to slither her way up into Matthew's lap, her forked tongue licking his nose softly. He laughed and kissed Nature's head softly. Michelle smiled.

"There hasn't been any new updates on the court case." She sighed, pulling out her phone and snapping a photo of his black eye and bruise. "Are there anymore?" She asked, looking at him, Matthew nodded and set Nature on the kitchen table, standing up and pulling his turtle neck off. Michelle cringed and inhaled sharply at her sons bruised and scabbed over torso. "Gods...Baby, I'm so sorry. I ought to have full custody of you by now, but there are these other people trying to fight for you…" She told, shaking and taking the pictures.

"Really…? Who?" He asked, pulling on his turtle neck again and sitting down. Nature slithered in his lap after waiting patiently while Matthew pulled up his tights to show the bruises on his legs, Michelle sighed sadly and took the pictures.

"A doctor and cop. I don't know who they are, they're anonymous, and the judge won't even tell me why they're fighting for you. I promise you baby, I'll win this court case. You'll be safe in my arms soon." She shook and sobbed a bit, hugging Matthew who nodded and hugged her back, Nature smushed between them, but the snake wasn't complaining.

"I hope so…" He shook, clutching her. "I'm gonna go lay down...I-I need a nap…" He shook, biting his lip softly.

"Alright honey. I'll wake you up for lunch." She told, pressing a gentle kiss to his bruise. Matthew just took Nature, going up to his room, setting her on the bed gently as he went to change into thermals. He shuddered and bit his lip as he looked at himself in his full body mirror. It was their routine for a while. He would come home from a tortuous week of beatings from his father, he would walk half way across town to his mothers since his father refused to drive him, he would strip and she'd take photos for evidence against his father, he'd put his clothes on and take a nap. It was stupid, and tedious, but he couldn't help it. He desperately wanted his schedule to change, wanting SOMETHING, to be different, but so far, nothing was popping up.

"Hi there, miss! My name is Jacob Otori, I- Oh! Mrs. Anderson, hi!" Jacob laughed, Michelle giggled.

"Hi there Jacob, odd for you to come to my house, eh?" She giggled. Matthew heard the all too familiar voice of his crush and patted out of his room to listen to the conversation.

"I didn't know it was your house! It's very nice, ma'am!" He smiled. "I was going around and promoting the fundraiser. I wanna beat last year's goal. We raised just above 300k last time, I'm aiming for 750k this time." He smiled brightly. Michelle looked at him shocked.

"Wow, you certainly are confident. We are just a small town, Jacob." She sighed with a smile.

"It was Natali who set the goal, I really just said I wanna beat how much we raised last year, I didn't really have a say since she's the treasurer." He giggled.

"I find it amazing. I'm definitely donating this year. Oh! Do you wanna come in? Matthews here for the weekend, he's taking a nap at the moment, but he always wakes up in around an hour. Would you like some tea?" She smiled.

"Oh, Matthew? Like the one with the wildly dyed hair?...I barely really know him, I didn't know you had a son." He smiled awkwardly. 'I have heard of him, everyone says he's a freak, though...I should give everyone a chance, those are just rumors. And I need a break, talking to people is tiring…'

"Oh, yes. I sometimes forget he dyes his hair, it obviously doesn't look natural, but he's had it for so long it just looks normal to me." She hummed.

"I wouldn't want to be a bother…" He smiled again, chuckling awkwardly.

"I'm gonna tell you the truth because you're such a good guy, Jacob, but Matthew has a hard time making friends since he's so anti-social. I know he doesn't have any friends at school, and I'm just trying to get him at least a caring friend like you. Im aware of all of the rumors about him, and I'll tell you most of them aren't true. There's a lot that's been going on lately, I'm trying to win custody of him from his father, but that isn't going well…" She admitted, looking down. Jacob was a bit shocked, but intrigued. "It's been the same thing over and over every time he comes here, I can tell he's stressed and school isn't helping, nor is my counseling. I just want to make sure he has a friend I know is a good influence on him and is a sweet caring person. Especially one he can tell things that he wont tell me, it is sometimes better to get it out in the open than just keep it bottled up. I know he's not telling me quite a few things, and I just want to make sure he's okay. So please do me a favor and at least attempt to befriend my anti-social son?" She hummed, looking up at Jacob with a slightly pleading look in her eyes. Jacob was very prone to giving in to puppy dog eyes.

"Of course, ma'am. I've actually been trying to figure out a way to approach him, not only because of all of the rumors, but there have been major scenes with him, like passing out in class, his panic attacks...I'm not making fun of him or anything, but a lot of the other kids did...And I just recently realized he was in most of my classes. When I started actually paying attention to him, no one really notices him, and sometimes he'll just leave the room without saying anything. The teachers know it too, they'll either watch him, or ask a student to go check on him." He ranted, looking away awkwardly. "And I've caught him staring at me multiple times, I think that's what made it so hard to approach him. Most of the rumors I've heard about him is that he's gay and has a crush on me. I don't really mind, but everyone makes it seem like such a bad thing." He told, Michelle listened, pulling Jacob into her home, which he obliged too. Matthew was still listening.

"Matthew isn't very mentally stable. He has insomnia, very bad anxiety, not to mention he was always and is bullied due to looking like and dressing like a girl." She sighed.

"I don't see a problem with it, really. I don't understand why some kids bully this practically invisible kid because he doesn't like to act his gender. Natali and Tash both act more manly than me and no one bullies them." He chuckled bashfully, Michelle giggled.

"If only more people had your mindset Jacob, such an uplifting personality. Matthew comes to my office anytime he feels like he's going to have a panic attack. I'm guessing he's noticed your staring lately, because its people looking at him that stresses him out." She smiled.

"Oh…! I'm very sorry, I didn't realize...I guess it was always weird he just left the room without alarm whenever I stared at him." He mumbled, sighing.

"I tell the teachers about Matthew, they feel bad for him, so they basically let him do what he wants, as long as he gets his work done. Which he always does." She sighed, glancing up at the stairs and seeing Matthew up there she perked up, giggling a bit. "Matt, it's not nice to eavesdrop." She mentioned, making Matthew jump and Jacob raise an eyebrow before turning around and looking at the boy, who squeaked and ran to his room. Jacob was a bit confused while Michelle giggled. "He eavesdrops a lot. He's quite sneaky. Like you said, he's practically invisible." She smiled.

"Ah, yeah." He sighed, giggling softly.

"Oh, and if he does come down, just a warning he had a bad bruise on his eye, he told me it was some bullies at school." She sighed a bit, Jacob immediately felt bad, but he also wondered how bad it was.

"Ah, I'm sorry ma'am. I let myself think I always catch the bullying at school, but clearly not." He mumbled.

"It's okay, sweetie, no ones perfect. Thats half of the reason I want Matthew to have friends...You would tell me whats going on, while he doesn't tell me the names of his bullies because he doesn't want to get them in trouble." She sighed, shaking her head softly. "Matt? Are you gonna come down?" She called out, Matthew was shaking a bit, thinking it over. "Come on, honey. Jacobs here, he's a classmate, don't you think you should at least greet him?" She told.

"Uhmmm...No?" He asked more as a question.

"Maaaatt." Michelle sighed, Matthew just padded off to his own room. "Sorry...He's not good around people. Especially not any that are his age." She sighed. "I'm going to get a kettle boiling. Feel free to go and talk to Matt." She smiled, standing up and walking to the kitchen. Jacob smiled and nodded, this was his chance to befriend the weird kid. He stood up, beginning to walk upstairs, he got to the door he thought was Matthews, beginning to knock on it. Said boy had creaked his door open to watch him knock on the door.

"Uhm...Matthew?" He asked out, looking at the door.

"That's the bathroom." The adorable bluenette mentioned quietly, the redhead flinched and turned around, his face bright red as he looked at the half of Matthews being from behind the door.

"Right…! I knew that!" He looked away awkwardly, making Matthew giggle. Jacob was a bit astonished he made the unusually quiet boy laugh. He was the first time he had even heard his voice. "Ah, uh- c-can I come in??" He smiled. "You were listening in on our conversation...I don't know for how long but you probably heard I had been looking for a way to approach you, y'know to be your friend." He smiled.

"I was listening since the beginning. You don't have to be my friend just because my mom asked you too. I'm the weird kid, you don't have to pretend like I'm any normal person." He hummed, looking at the floor.

"Its not just because of what your mom said! I really had been trying to find a way to talk to you, but anytime I tried, you just ended up walking out of the classroom…" He told.

"I didn't know why you were staring at me, it was stressing me out." He mumbled, looking away as his face lit up slightly.

"Understandable, but really, I do wanna be your friend. I guess we should get properly acquainted first." He hummed, clearing his throat and bowing politely. "My name is Jacob Otori, I'm from Japan, I'm 17 and I know both Chinese and Japanese." He smiled, Matthew giggled a bit at the formal introduction. "Now your turn, if you wanna, that is." He smiled patiently.

"U-uhmm...I-I'm Matthew Anderson, I'm 16, going to be 17 in October...U-uhm...I-I'm from Canada, I can s-speak French, G-Greek and Latin." He explained, shaking and looking away awkwardly, wondering if he sounded like he was bragging.

"You can speak French and Greek?? Wow! Honestly, Chinese and Japanese are so boring, but you got to have the tongue of a GOD to speak that complicated stuff!" He laughed, smiling. Matthew giggled, which actually turned into a laugh.

"Well...I-It is hard...B-But I can try to teach you." He mumbled, looking away slightly and shifting around.

"Really?! You would? Thats awesome!" He smiled brightly, Matthew smiled back awkwardly, but it was a genuine smile.

"Yeah...Uhm...Y-you can come in, but...uh…" He blushed madly, looking away in a bit of embarrassment.

"I'm not gonna judge you for anything you say, have, or do. Unless its just that bad, which you don't even look like you're capable of doing." He giggled, Matthew just laughed back awkwardly.

"O-okay...But it's still kind of embarrassing since I've never had anyone over before. My room's a bit...girly." He told, blushing. And opening his door, dashing back in slightly. Jacob just raised an eyebrow and walked in, finally seeing what Matthew meant. It looked like a room Natali would enjoy. The walls were a milk pink, the ceiling lined with star fairy lights which were illuminating a room. There was also a floor lamp and more than enough pop band posters literally any teenage girl would be obsessed with. He had a full sized bed, which was incredibly messy, but he had a cotton pink and blue blanket with bright white pillows. He had a small TV on a vanity which had makeup and school supplies around it, a few bean bags, and a rug and in the corner, the opposite of his bed, was a huge tank, but Nature was nowhere to be found. He also had a closet in the corner.

"Woah." He was only able to say. "This looks like a damn sanctuary! If only my room looked like this." He laughed. Matthew blushed.

"Really? It's so girly, though." He mumbled.

"So? I like girly things. I would kill for a room like this!" He laughed, Matthew smiled and giggled.

"Well...uhm, thanks." He giggled, smiling adorably. Jacob just smiled back.

"What do you wanna do? We could have a sleepover! My parents went out to fly home for their anniversary, so I'm free to do whatever." He hummed.

"S-sure...I'm sure mom wouldn't mind. And i-its an excuse to stay here instead of going to my fathers." He mumbled.

"Is it too personal to ask, or can I ask what exactly is bad at your dads? There are rumors around the school that he beats you, but your mom said most of those rumors aren't true." He asked, looking at Matthew who curled up to himself silently. Jacob immediately took that as a yes. He gasped quietly and crawled onto his bed with him, hugging him as gently as he could. "I'm sorry...My dads a cop, you know. We could report him." He told, rubbing his side gently as Matthew leaned into his touch.

"H-he always wins assault court cases. No one knows how...Its been difficult for mama to get custody of me because there's a third couple trying to get me. She doesn't know them, and I don't know them. They're anonymous…" He told, shaking and snuggling into him.

"Well my dad would make sure he gets to prison. This isn't just assault, its child abuse, Matt. Child endangerment, and this third party trying to get you? Who knows what's going on, but my parents would help your mother get custody of you." He mumbled, Matthew sniffled a bit.

"Please don't tell anybody the rumour is true…" He told, his lip quivering.

"Hey, hey, don't cry. I'm not going to tell anyone. I can't believe someone actually spread around something that personal, and not to mention they make fun of you for it." He sighed, pressing a small kiss to Matthews forehead, making the small Canadian blush madly.

"Th-thanks…" He mumbled, shaking. "W-wanna watch some TV? We have cable, but we also have hulu and netflix." He giggled quietly. "The desk I have is for natures tank and not the TV, so we have to sit on the beanbags." He smiled, pointing to the two purple beanbags sitting on the fuzzy rug.

"Ah, so...What is Nature? Like what kind of animal is it? I don't recognize the tank…" He told, following Matthew, watching him plop down on the beanbag, sitting on the other one as he grabbed the remote.

"Nature's my snake." He told as if it weren't a psychotic thing, Jacob stared at him.

"That's the last kind of pet I'd expect you to have." He mumbled, Matthew laughed.

"I have a mouse too, his names Dumpy." He told, pointing to the small cage underneath the vanity that was previously unseen.

"Dumpy?" Jacob laughed. "What kind of snake do you have? I'm surprised it hasn't eaten the mouse…" He admitted.

"Natures a domesticated snake. She's an Inland Taipan." He told, Jacob flinched and looked at Matthew dead in the eye.

"That is literally the most poisonous snakes in the world!" He called out in shock, looking around to find the snake, she wasn't in her tank and that was suddenly stressing him out.

"She domesticated, don't worry. She doesn't bite, she's actually really sweet, I've had her since I was six." He hummed. "She's 11 years old and I pulled out her fangs when I was little." He told.

"You're being serious?! You ripped out the most poisonous snake evers fangs?!" He stared at him with a startled expression.

"I don't really know where Nature is." He told, whistling a few times.

"Don't call her please-" He begged as a slithering was heard, her head popping out from under the door and slithering in, Matthew smiled as Jacob yelped and fell off of the beanbag.

"She's fine, really. Nature, show Jacob your teeth." He told the snake who slithered over to him, staying a lengths away, smelling his fear. She opened her mouth and showed her lack of fangs. "You can pet her, really she isn't violent." Matthew giggled and walked over, Nature watching her master. "Nature, love on Jacob." He smiled, petting her head softly as she slithered over to the Japanese American man, looking at him.

"Why's it staring at me." He asked, staring back at her.

"Let out your hand." Matthew giggled. "You saw she doesn't have fangs, shes harmless." He giggled. Jacob was still hesitant. "Nature, bite me. Show him you're harmless." He told, holding out his hand, Nature immediately dashed and bit in his hand, pulling away and licking Matthews hand and looking at Jacob, making sure he was looking at the nonexistent bites on her master's hand.

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All For You || Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, part 3 & Part 5

Pairing: William “Cap” Hatfield X Reader

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A/N: This chapter is very long. Sorry. I didn’t plan it that way, but there was a lot to cover. Also, I originally said, only four parts to this story. BUT I wrote a few more. Now, if you all feel done with this tale I can end it here for tumblr and post the rest elsewhere. OR, I can continue. Let me know if you want more or end it here.

“I saw the look in yer eyes that night. When you said you couldn’ marry ‘im. Said you couldn’ bear it… Now ya don’ have to Darlin’.” Will finished unflinchingly, his eyes reaching for you before he leans down to place a soft kiss upon your forehead.

Pulling back, Will moves to the front of the porch. Moves down the steps till he lowers himself onto one. His eyes scanning out over the field and into the dense woods as nightfall takes hold over the ridge.

Your heart thumps in your chest. The feel of his lips still burning on your skin. The jolt of his kiss still humming through your veins.

Nobody’s ever made you feel the way Will can. Like he knows every part of you. Can awaken even places you didn’t know existed inside yourself with a single touch.

Why couldn’t you have remembered that that dreadful day? Why couldn’t that truth have been more powerful than Johnse’s bitter whiskey and the insatiable hunger of your grief.

You move to sit beside Will, wishing like so many times before that you could just take it all back.

You lower slowly onto the creaking step beside him, lifting your long skirt behind your legs as you go.

Will glances over his shoulder, looking back at the house only muffled words of exchange have escaped out of since you all were sent outside, and you’re reminded that regardless of what Will has just thrown himself in the middle of, your Uncle and Aunt hold all the cards.

As if sensing your thoughts or maybe you were just sensing his, the way you two have done so many times before, Will turns back to you.

“I wan’ you ta know no matta’ what Ma n’ Pa decide, yer not alone in this. I’m gonna stand by you.” Will declares, his eyes piercing you, one blue, one white. The insistence on his breath almost enough to steal yours.

“Why ‘er you doin all this for me?” You finally ask. Your eyes searching his, needing to hear the truth off his own lips.

Not the honorable reasons, not the loyal ones. The reason he’s ready to take this on even if it means going against their family.

The reason he’s willing to raise his brother’s child as if it were his own and make an honest woman out of you.

You have to hear it.

Holding your gaze, an undeniably sexy smile eclipses his face, like butter on a skillet, filling his good eye with an iridescent glow.

“Surely by now you know how I feel ‘bout you.” He answers with absolutely sincerity.

Your cheeks burn against his smile and the weight of his stare as an impossibly happy grin finds your face.

Finally getting the answer you needed. That he’s as crazy about you as you are him.

You wined your arm around his as you nestle in close to his side, resting your head upon his sturdy shoulder.

Your face turns in toward his neck, soaking in the smell of musk and gun power as you gently nuzzle your nose and lips against his sensitive skin, while his hand comes up to tangle in your hair.

In that moment, you don’t know what you’d do without him.

And while you don’t know what’s going to happen, for the first time since this nightmare started you feel like things might actually turn out alright.

“I still ‘member that day Johnse brought you home. I’d been worried sick when you weren’ back by dark. I wen’ lookin fer ya but-“ His words die suddenly with a heavy breath as his confession sends your heart aching and your arms clutching him a little tighter.

“I saw you that morning ‘fore I left for the hills. I saw you cryin’. I shoulda gone to you ‘steada taking off shootin’. But my head wasn’ all right after the McCoy boys. But I a, I shoulda been there for you. Maybe if I had, none of this woulda happened.” Will confesses on a heavy breath, you feel the weight of his words on his slumping shoulders as your face lifts from him and you gently tug his face your way.

“You listin’ ta me Willian Hatfield. I was the fool. I was reckless. This ain’t on you.” You tell him firmly, your eyes imploring his, trying to get him to let go of this nonsense. This burden ain’t his.

“You needed somebody.” He reminds you, the look in his eyes painfully vulnerable with the weight of that truth.

“I ain’t yer responsibility.” You say softly, trying to unshackle this blame he’s wrongly setting at his door.

Gazing deep into your eyes, Will slowly shakes his head.

“Yes, ya are, Darlin’.” He corrects you, reaching to grab your hand from his face and pull it to his lips where he gives your knuckles a gently kiss. “Yes, ya are.”

You quickly pull apart as you hear the front door finally open. Both turning back over your shoulders to take a peak. You see your aunt Levicy standing in the door way.

“Come on,” She beckons with a wave of her hand.

Not needing to be told twice, you both scurry up the steps and enter the house, but nerves start creepin back into your belly as soon as you lay eyes on your uncle Anse. Pipe between his lips, eyeing you both like an executioner about to hand down the sentence.

Levicy goes to stand by her husband as you and Will stand side by side awaiting your fate. Removing his pipe, Anse clears his throat before he speaks.

“You both made a real mess a’things. Disgraced yerselves an’ this family. Hell, I expected betta of both a you.” He drawls out, his voice gritty and edging with anger.

Tears spring to your eyes as your face drops. Biting your lip to hold back the tears, you nod in agreement. Still can’t believe you got yourself into this mess.

Your only solace is your pap ain’t around to see it. No matter you and your brother were born on the wrong side of the bed. You know this news would have broken your Pa’s heart.

You wish Will would take your hand, but you know he can’t. Neither of you can risk setting off Anse’s anger more than it already is.

No, you gotta take this sentence on your own, because you know as good as any, sometimes in life when you make a bed as you have, you just gotta lie down in it.

After a long pause and pull from his pipe, Anse shares a look with his wife. You watch Levicy’s give a subtle nod before he starts back up again.

“This familys got ‘nough troubles already… But what’s done is done. I’ll be sendin’ for Wall in the mornin’. Yer gonna make this legal, make it right, ‘an then I don’ wanna hear it spoken of ‘gain.”

His words sink in as wave of relief washes over you and a breath you didn’t know you were holding comes gasping past your lips.

In seconds, Will is pulling you to him, wrapping you in his arms as your clinging desperately to him, as he places a brief kiss upon your head.

Breathing in the scent of gun powder and pine as your fingers dig into Will’s back, and his warm breath fans against your scalp, and the same words echo and vibrate through your head… Everythin’s gonna be alright.

Your aunt Levicy helped you into your best dress. It was long with tiny blue flowers scattered all along the fabric, the sleeves went past your elbows with white lace ruffles at the ends and buttons down the front.

Your pap had purchased for your birthday last year and you only had one other occasion to wear it before this.

The dress lay forgivingly on you, but the tapered waist felt tighter than you last remember.

You try to hide the shame from your face as your aunt tugs a little firmer at the fabric to button it.

The nicest dress you own. It was a summer dress with buttons up the front and ruffling down at the bottom.

Your aunt and cousin Nancy tied your back in a twist with a few wisps hanging down to frame your face.

For a wedding thrown together in a day, you felt beautiful.

Levicy had gone to check on preparations for the meal after the ceremony when the sound of boots on the floorboards sends your and Nancy spinning around to see who’s coming.

“Aunt Levicy says it’s time.” Your brother calls from the door way.

“I’ll go see if Mama needs a hand with anythin’.” Nancy answers with an easy nod, giving you and your brother a moment.

“Well jus’ look at ya now, don’ you look handsome.” You tell your brother, taking his hand into your own as you draw him closer to you.

Tugging him into the light that’s streaming in through the window, where you can get a better look at him.

Admiring his matching slacks and button up vest, his clean button down shirt underneath.

You haven’t seen him look this nice since election day when your Pap died. Seeing him now coupled with memory of that painful day leaves a bittersweet ache in your heart.

“Ya look beautiful.” Cotton tells you, amazement thick on his breath as his pale blue eyes light up as he looks you over.

That smile and the innocence’s that emanates off your brother’s breath has you reaching for him, pulling him into a tight hug.

Your breath shutters against his shoulder as clutch him tight, his arms wrapping tightly around you in return.

His joy reminds you of days past… he always did have your Pa’s smile.

Seeing Cotton, holding onto him, you realize how badly you wish you Pap were here.

How much you miss him, no less than the day he died, but you’re also thankful and grateful the lord see fit to let you keep Cotton. You can’t imagine your life without him.

Pulling back from his arms, you gently comb the hair back from his forehead, tending to him like you’ve done since you were just a little girl.

It’s moments like this he feels more like your child than your brother, as you gently cup his cheek and find his soft eyes once again.

“I’m so happy yer here.” You tell him on a rattled emotion thick breath as a tear slips free. Unable to hold back the love and loss making waves inside you.

You’d give your right arm to have your Pa here today. You never imagined your wedding without him, but you also can’t help but count your blessings knowing you at least have Cottton.

“Don’ be sad, sissy.” Cotton tells you, the smile falling from his face as he wipes the tear from your cheek.

“I’m not, Cotton. I promise.” You reassure him, taking his hand into yours and giving it a good squeeze.

Looking at him now, that innocence of his that nothing and nobody can steal, he seems more childlike than a man nearly Cap’s age.

And with everything about to change, you need him to know you would never leave him behind. No matter what turn of events your life is about to face.

“Listen Cotton, we haven’ had time to talk much with everythin’ happenin’ so fast, but I wan’ you to know nothin’ changes between us. I’m always gonna be here. Is’ always gonna be me and you. You understand?” You tell him, needing him to know that no matter what happens you’ll always be there for him.

You may have a baby growing inside your belly and a heart about to be promised to Will for life, but nothing changes the bond you and Cotton have.

Nothing changes the promises you made long ago to always look after him. And you don’t want him to worry about none of that now.

“With Cap?” Cotton corrects you, your Pa’s smile filling his face as he seems to grow excited by the idea.

A smile begins to grow on your own too and you nod in agreement. “Yes, with Cap.”

“You love ‘im.” Cotton says, his eyes holding yours, smile still from cheek to cheek.

And it’s moments like these you swear Cotton is smarter than everybody. That he sees things our brains have made the rest of us blind to.

Too much thinking, not enough feeling.

Your smile grows blinding wide on your face with his statement. Unable to deny the way it fills your heart like it’s ready to burst.

“I do… and I love ya too. Always.” You promise, leaning over to place a quick kiss on his pale forehead.

“I love ya too sissy.” Cotton tell you back in the earnest way he so easily gives love. Making you admire that big heart of his all the more.

“Wanna help me downstairs?” You ask, wrapping your arm around his before he gives you a hearty nod and you both move for the door.

You descend the stairs dressed to shine, the old wooden steps creaking beneath your feet, but there’s only one pair of eyes you hope to catch.

Your aunt Levicy and cousin Nancy really made you feel more special than anyone could have asked for under these circumstances and with no time to prepare.

Braiding your hair and pinning it back from your face as wisps dance around your jaw and cheeks. Your dress slims down your figure forgivingly, none would be the wiser to the real reason behind your hasty marriage.

Despite the situation and the means you’ve found yourself here, you feel beautiful.

A feeling that only grows as Will catches sight of you. You spot him first, lost in conversation with Jim by the fireplace as you descend the stairs, but as he turns with the sound of your steps. You watch his words die, his jaw fall slack just a little, his eyes transfixed upon you for every step as your eyes hold unbreakably steady with his in return.

Your heart begins to race with the thought that you’re about to marry him. About to be his wife, finally his in the deepest sense of the word. A wish you had thought was all but lost before last night.

You can’t help but notice how handsome Will looks all cleaned up, in his Sunday best. You’re not sure the last time you saw him in a button down, his hair combed to the side, clad in a pair of clean black trousers and matching buttoned up vest.

He reminds you of your uncle Anse and uncle Wall dressed up so finely as a smile creep up on your face.

Meeting you at the base of the stairs, Will extends a hand.

Giving your brother’s arm a gentle squeeze of thanks and a quick kiss on the cheek, you take Will’s hand as he draws you close.

His eyes are glued on you with a look of sheer wonder you’re sure your own face must mirror.

In that moment, as you take the sight of each other in fully, everyone else in the room disappears, but the two of you. The rest of the world practically falls away.

Gazing up at him, you swallow hard as Will’s callused hand tenderly finds your cheek, sending tingles rippling beneath your skin with his touch.

“I do believe yer the mos’ beautiful thing I’ve eva’ seen.” Will tells you, leaning in close near the shell of your ear, his voice deep and low, his words only for you.

Your cheeks flush with heat under the charming grin curling on his lips and wonder in his gaze as he pulls back.

You get lost in the magnetic quality of that smile and the way you could stare at it all day - until your uncle Anse’s clears his throat, breaking the spell.

“…How we got into this damn mess to begin with.” He grumbles low on his breath to your aunt Levicy, tugging at the pipe in his mouth before marching for the front door, signaling to everyone it’s time to get on with it.

Will quickly releases the hold he has on your face with his father’s disapproval. His smile dropping as he steps back from you, always obedient, always mindful.

Your heart aches just a little with the exchange, wishing you could tell Anse just how honorable and obedient his son really is. That despite how things look, he’d never dishonor you or this family, but you know that isn’t possible without undoing this whole thing in the process.

So you drop your gaze and try to appear obedient as well instead, but as the rest of the family falls in line, moving for the open door, Will surprises you and leans in close to your ear once again, taking advantage of the moment.

“Almost mine, Darlin’” He whispers, pulling back before anyone can notice, causing a rush of heat to fill your face as he offers you his arm to which you gladly slip yours through.

Never more sure of any decision in your life than the one you’re about to make.

The air is crisp and cold on this winter day as you leave the house, trudging through the thin layer of tightly packed snow.

Your aunt Levicy and the girls arranged an area near the back of the property, past the main house and barn.

Out where the mountains surround you as the clouds dance and sway within the valleys in the midday light.

Uncle Wall is waiting for you and Will as he leads you both over to the properties edge.

Your arms intertwined as the sun peaks through the winter clouds hanging over head, bathing you both in warm rays of sunshine that feel like halos from above.

The morning had been overcast and dreary, but now the clouds have begun to break apart, raining heavenly lights down upon you and the few family members in attendance.

A wedding arranged this hastily only family members who lived in the Hatfield homestead or immediately nearby were in attendance.

Anse made it clear, that as far as he was concerned the less people that knew about your transgressions the better.

You overheard Anse grumbling to Will just this morning. Instructing him that if anyone was to inquire about the speed of your marriage that he was to say it was done to ensure you and Cotton were taken care of after your Pa’s passing.

But the Hatfield’s weren’t a bunch of fools and even less would be confused about the sudden nuptials when your baby comes in the not too distant future.

And as much as that thought shames you, knowing you’ll have Will by your side when talk stirs up, leaves you unafraid to face it.

Moving across the snow-covered field, Uncle Wall pins you both on approach, his face set as his stern gaze sweeps between you.

As a child, you knew a lecture was coming with a stare like that, but standing here on this winter day, about to become Will’s forever, not even Wall’s glare can dampen your spirits.

“Thought you two were smarter than this.” Uncle Wall admonishes with a shake of his head, only loud enough for the three of you to hear.

Your throat tightens with a guilt you’re still learning to sit with, but that feeling quickly quiets as Will pats your hand reassuringly.

“Jus’ wanna make this right. Im gonna take good care ‘er.” Cap swears, meeting Uncle Wall’s gaze dead on, man to man as your eyes drift onto the man you’re about to marry, the man you’ve admired and wished for since you were just a girl, watching him in wonder. A truly is a good and just man.

Turning back, you watch Uncle Wall’s gaze sweep between you two for a moment before he concedes with a steady nod.

“You better, son.” He practically warns, before turning his gaze to you.

“An’ this is what you wan’ too lil’ lady?” He asks, concern laced on this breath.

You’d never admit it aloud, but Uncle Wall was your favorite uncle. More gentle and open than Anse, he’s been sweet to you your whole life, his baby brother’s little girl. He was always buying you books, and talking with as if your thoughts mattered just as much as any mans did.

His question sends your eyes falling back on Will, his gaze waiting for you as you stare into one pricing blue eye, one beautifully milky, your heart thumping hard in your chest with assurance.

“Is’ all I wan’.” You confess, never more sure of anything.

“Well then, let’s git to it.” Uncle Wall agrees, opening up the thick book gripped heavy in his hands.

You and Will turn to face each other. His hands tangle with your own as your eyes can’t help but scan the snow-covered winter wonderland around you.

Mostly blank faces meet your gaze in return and instantly you wish your Pap was there. Wish his gentle eyes were staring back at you.

You spot Jim snickering to himself over a swig of whiskey before Anse shoots him a quick look that shuts him up quick.

Levicy stands strong and silent, her arm wrapped around Anse as your uncle stares on, his face expressionless.

Nancy and Robert E stand amongst the children who fidget and stir, holding a strangle knowing glint in their eyes as they meet your gaze. You can only imagine what they must think was going on when they spotted you and Will alone in the past.

Everyone’s quiet, resigned to the state of affairs, the awful truth, except your brother. Except your sweet Cotton.

Only Cotton sees fit to hold a smile wide on his face as your eyes meet. Your silver lining in any storm.

Then you feel it, the gentle squeeze of your hands all tangled up in Will’s big callused ones.

Your eyes drift back to Will’s and instantly the look in his gaze sucks you in, takes you captive in the moment.

The light of happiness in his eyes mesmerizes you, fills your heart with a joy you’ve never known.

He hasn’t said it yet, neither have you, everything happened too fast, but in that moment, you can see it, he loves you.

Staring into his eyes you know, no matter the circumstances that brought you here, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

The rest of the ceremony goes off without a hitch as you stare lost in Will’s eyes. No one else matters in that moment.

You say ‘I do’ with a pounding in your heart, and when you hear the words ring off Will’s lips they practically sound like I love you.

When Uncle Wall finally pronounces, you husband and wife, when you stare into Will’s eyes, knowing you’re his forever as he moves toward you in earnest, his steady hand finding your cheek as his face descends slowly to yours, you feel it deep in your heart… Absolute peace.

A family gathering and small feast ensure after your nuptials. To honor you and Will, despite circumstances surrounding your marriage.

When your aunt Levicy asks you to round up the lil ones before they catch a death of cold rolling around in the slush and snow outside you don’t hesitate.

She and your cousin Nancy have already done too much, fussing over a proper family meal, refusing your help as you stand about all dressed up.

Will’s been steady by your side. The quiet touches against your hand or along your side making you crave more of him in way you’ve never felt before, but normally you’d be helping to prepare the meal and it don’t feel right watching as they slave over it and not offer a hand.

So instead you jump at the chance to give a hand wherever you can, even if that means leaving Will’s side.

Trudging out in the snow to gather up the little ones. The sun still shines, but it’s lowering on the horizon and the clouds have begun to thicken, blocking out the suns warming rays more than they show.

Your boots sink into the slush as you spot Levicy’s youngest, Elliot. At barely two, the bottom of his little trousers are all soaked from the snow and slush that comes nearly halfway up his calf’s and the front of his cloths are wet too, no doubt from tumbling as he tried to chase after the older ones.

Scooping him up, you placed the toddler on your hip as you began to call the others children inside.

Making a mental count of them all just to make sure they were all accounted for as they moaned and protested, but scurried inside.

Then you feel it, that prick on the back of your neck when someone is watching you. Your eyes scan about and sure enough you spot Johnse coming down the porch steps. His gaze steadies upon you, headed your way. You clutched Elliot closer to you as your eyes hold with his, unable to look away.

“You make a beautiful bride.” Johnse tells you in a way you know is him just being cordial.

You and your cousin were once so close, he was always your favorite after Will. Could make you laugh like no one else, besides Will, but after what happened between you all, you don’t know how to feel about him, don’t know how to act.

What happened between the two of you still hurts your heart and what came of it you’ll have to live with forever.

You don’t hate him and you don’t want to not trust him, but things ain’t like they use to be.

Turning for the house you start up, breaking from his gaze as your eyes turn onto Elliot offering him a gentle smile.

“Thanks Jonce.” You answer politely.

“Motherhood suits you, I do believe.” Johnse tells you, following you over to the front steps.

A nervous edge creeps up your spine with his words as if they’re laced with some hidden innuendo you’re afraid to face.

“Best git Elliot into the house ‘for he gits sick.” You offer back. Trying to feigned a casual air as you try your best to escape this time alone with Johnse. Your gut sensing whatever he has to say, it ain’t gonna be good.

You almost make it when Johnse suddenly grabs your arm on the front steps. His grip gentle, but halting as you’re forced to turn back and meet his gaze.

“Listen, I was hopin’ we could talk-“ Johnse tells your gently, his light blue eyes reaching for you before his words died against the sound of a new voice.

“Yer gonna catch a cold out here with no coat on, Darlin’.” You hear Will’s voice coming up quick beside you as your face whips back around toward the front door.

Spotting Will moving to the step above you, you feel a sigh of relief leave your lungs.

“I was just gittin’ the children.” You explain.

Coming up on you, Will’s hand slips around your back, running gently up and down your spine as he sends you a warming grin that always makes you feel safe before his gaze drifts up to his brother.

“I was jus’ goin’ to gather up some more fire wood from the pile. Hows about you gimme’ a hand, Jonce?” Will implores more than he asks as his hand leaves your back and he moves toward his brother.

You catch Johnse’s gaze fleetingly as Will grabs at his brother arm, turning him back the other way and practically pulling him down the steps.

A tightening fills your heart as you watch them go. Knowing with every beat of your heart, somethings not right and they ain’t going to no wood pile.

You had tried to make quick work of getting all the kids inside. Tried to get back out to Will and Johnse as fast as you could.

The sick feeling in your heart sure something wasn’t right between them, but then Aunt Levicy needed you to pull a pies from the oven while she mashed up the potatoes and after everything she had already done, you couldn’t deny her such a simple request.

But once the pies were lined up on the window sill cooling, you were racing back outside to find them.

When you can’t find Will and Johnse near the wood pile, your heart starts to race, worry begins to twist tighter in your gut.

Confirming every fear you had when he and Johnse first took off… This was never about gathering wood.

Clutching your shawl tighter around your shoulders as the cold creeps in beneath the fabric of your dress.

Your eyes scan about your surroundings as your body moves in a steady circle to get a good look about, the skirt of your dress twirling with the motion.

The font yard is clear as supper is almost ready. The open snow covered grass surrounds the house, surrounding you. Just beyond that lies the forest. Full of dense foliage, trees taller than five men stacked.

Normally their luscious green hues would stare callingly back at you, but it’s winter, only barren branches and brown dead leaves meet your gaze.

You’re heart starts to deepen with worry when suddenly you hear it. Muffled, but not too far away as you follow the sound like bread crumbs left to lead the way.

You hear Will’s voice, you’d know it anywhere, as you move steadily along the side of the old wooden barn, hear the grit thick on his breath. It tells you he’s displeased far stronger than any choice of words ever could.

You tug your shawl a little tighter around you as the setting sun begins to draw in the cold mountain air or maybe’s it’s just the apprehension finding its way into your heart… You’re not sure which.

“Coulda had all the girls in Wes’ Virginia and Kentucky alike fer all I care, ‘nyone but her. You knew what she meant ta me, but you didn’ thinka that did ya?”

“I never meant neither of yous no harm, Cap. I tell you true, but if she’s carryin’ my baby-“

Will and Johnse’s words send a quick shiver down your spine. Send your mind racing with thoughts of what Johnse’s got cooking up, but you never get to hear what his intentions are, before a loud bang sounds.

Nearly startling you as the wooden walls of the barn start to rattle from the force of it, and you know Will has lost his temper.

Grabbing the skirt of your dress, you trudge quickly through the layers of mud and snow.

Rounding the back of the barn as quickly as you can, and when you do, your intuitions prove you right.

You find Will’s got Johnse pinned up against the barn by the collar of his shirt.

Your new husband’s chest is heaving, his nicely combed hair now fallen wildly in his face as he stares his big brother down with a raw intensity that leaves even you feeling rattled.

“This is my family, you understand Jonce? ‘n you’d best not to get any ideas otherwise.” Will seethes in his face.

You move quickly toward them, your own fears momentarily forgotten as the situation suddenly escalates.

Hoping to stop all this nonsense before someone else catches wind of it.

The back of the barn has you all covered for the time being, but with the way this situation is rapidly unfolding, it’s likely someone will come to intervene if Johnse and Will start to brawl. And then everyone will know the awful truth.

The terrible truth you thought you had managed to bury when you wed Will today, but you’re beginning to see this secret is too big to completely disappear forever.

“Will,” You call as you come up on them, but your voice only gets drowned out by Johnse.

“But if she’s havin my-“ Johnse tries once again to reason with his brother like the well-meaning fool he is, missing the importance of this to Will completely.

“Nah, you listen Jonce, you took somethin’ that wasn’ yours ta take and then you ran off like a coward when it came time to own up to it, jus’ like you always do. I stood by her. I faced Pa. The baby she’s carryin’ is mine. You best to forget anything else.” Will carries on. His fists clenched so tightly around Johnse’s collar his knuckles are turning white.

He hasn’t even glanced your way. In all his anger, you doubt he even knows your there or realizes it’s you.

“Will,” You try again, your voice low from shock as the truth of Johnse’s realization sets in.

You had known in your heart he knew the baby was his. Despite what Will told his Pa.

How could he not? But after Johnse said nothing when Uncle Anse pressed you, you’d had somehow thought he had accepted the possibility the baby could be Will’s.

But thinking on that now you realize how silly the notion was. Why would he believe you had been with them both? He knows you better than that.

You try to catch Will’s eye, but he’s too deep in it now to notice you anyway. Breathing hard, intense gaze piercing on Johnse like the rest of world has fallen away as he drives his point home.

“Yer my brother Jonce, but if you try ‘n interfere with my family. You will answer for that.” Will threatens, his breath heavy, his eyes drilling into Johnse so fiercely it surprises you.

You’ve never seen him look at his brother this way before. Johnse’s older, thicker, and harder, but Will is taller, more lanky, and has an intensity inside him any man should fear.

The kind you know could turn on Johnse if he pushed Will too far. It’s not something you dwell on often, but you’ve noticed a change in Will.

Since he took part in avenging your Pa’s death, since skunk hair was savagely murdered, since all this nonsense with the McCoy’s sent men into these hills hunting you family down for a bounty.

Will’s harder now, more on edge, more quick tempered, and Johnse has certainly stirred up the worst in him just now.

“Cap!” You finally shout, finding your voice. You’ve never called him that.

Not in all your years together, but nothing else was breaking through the heat of his gaze and you knew in your gut this whole mess was only gonna turn more sour.

His face whips over to you almost instantly, his pupil going wide as he takes the sight of you in as if he’s just now realizing you’re there.

“What’s goin’ on?” You ask, concern laced on your breath, your eyes searching his, before briefly falling on Johnse and then back onto Will.

You can’t say you’re entirely surprised by this turn of events. Can’t say your surprised Johnse’s wants to own up now after leaving you when you needed someone most.

You also knew how upset Will was with his brother over what happened and then for leaving you to face it on your own.

You’d seen that fire in his eyes when Johnse had tried to talk you earlier, but it’s your wedding day, as last minute as it was, didn’t seem like the best time to air these grievances.

Turning back to Johnse, Will instantly let his brother go, smoothing out the collar of his shirt.

“We was just having a word, is all. Right Jonce?” Will said, his voice edging with the answer he expected his brother to give, but you can also tell he’s trying to cover. You can tell he senses your fears and is trying his best to ease them.

“That’s right,” Johnse agreed, tugging down his shirt to smooth out the wrinkles. His gaze heavy upon you.

Your eyes pass between them both, not fooled in the least. You heard what they said, saw them with your own two eyes, but as long as it was done, you’re willing to just let it be.

Will steps closer to you as Johnse pushes off the barn wall, becoming practically a barrier between you two, but as Johnse moves to leave, Will leans in with a parting word.

“Stay away from her. I don’ wan’ you upsettin’ her. Yeah hear?” Will warns low on his breath, leaning in close, blocking his brother’s retreat.

Will’s words surprise you, the warning on his breath, but then you watch Johnse meet his gaze dead on.

“Don’ look like I’m the one upsettin’ her.” He cuts back as if Will is making a whole lot out of nothing, before pushing past his little brtoher and moving toward the house.

You hear a huff leave your husband, watch his shoulder grow tight.

“Will…” You say gently, reaching out to place hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently at the tension you see building between his muscles.

“I didn’ wan’ you to see all that.” Will admits on a heavy breath before he turns around slowly to face you.

“He knows? He gonna tell ‘nyone?” You ask with apprehension, biting on your lower lip at the thought.

Holding back the heaviness that wants to build on your heart with this news as your gaze wanders over your shoulder to the direction Johnse’s left in.

This day didn’t go at all like you planned. Yer Pa wasn’t there, most of your kin wasn’t either, but you still got the result you always wanted, the one you always prayed for, to be Mrs. William Hatfield and the thought Johnse could stir up something that could hurt that, broke your heart.

You feel Will’s big callused hands surround your face as he draws it back to him. You find his eyes waiting for you before he speaks.

“My brother’s a fool, but he ain’t that dumb. Don’ matter though, we’re married now. Nothin’ he can do. I’m not gonna let him or anyone’ come between us. Yeah hear?” Will swear it, in that deep breath gritty way that always has you believing him, but still you’re scared.

Scared Johnse will stir up trouble. Scared others will look down on yeah all if the truth came out. Sacred Will might change his mind after the baby comes. Scared this bubble will burst. Scared.

But Will seems to sense that, the way he knows you so well, as you feel this thumb gently stroke over your cheek as his forehead drops down to yours.

“Yer my wife. There’s nothin’ I wouldn’ do to keep you safe and happy, Darlin’. You ain’t gotta worry about Jonce or ‘nyone else.”

“But the baby?” You ask, fear edging in your voice. Your nervous, nervous over what all this means.

“Our baby,” Will corrects you, his choice of words making your eyes water as your arms reach out and wrap around him.

“Our baby?” You ask on a shuttered breath, making sure he really means it.

“We’re a family now, Darlin’.” He tells you, smile spreading wide on his face.

The smile that always leaves you weak in the knees, that makes your heart flutter and belly flip.

Hearing all your need to, you pull Will into a passionate kiss. Knowing he’s finally yours, all yours, to have and to hold as you please.

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