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thatgrlnany · 9 months

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It's The Thought That Counts

The memories sit warm in his heart locked away from any prying eyes as his guitar softly strum a melody to a song which the name he can’t remember right now; hoping it’s tune would create a small compartment where he can keep these remembrances of you secure in his core where nobody could ever try and take from him. Fat tears roll in cascades down his ebony-colored skin, he laughed at his pathetic state, to think if you saw him like this: The Hobie Brown, The Earth-138 Spiderman, The anarchist little shit, bawling like a baby over you.

“Just go see her.”

“She hates me, Gwen.”

“No, she doesn’t-” Gwen was cut off by a scoffing Hobie “Yes, yes she does.”

Gwen presses her lips in a thin line as she stares at Hobie slumped on his couch, he looked so vulnerable, so sad, so broken. She smiles sadly for her friend, but the truth is that Gwen doesn’t know much about you. She knows a few things, like that you and Hobie were together for a year before he called it quits because he didn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire of his job. She knows that he loved you dearly. She knows that you guys were opposites, completely different, but opposites attract, right? But she still fails to understand why Hobie thinks you hate him.

"Why do you say she hates you?" She mumbles, continuing to clean her drum set. He sighs as he sets his guitar down,

"She doesn't know I'm Spiderman. But I still felt the urge to protect her, to keep her safe, away from danger. Away from me. So I made up a shitty excuse to break up with her and I just know she hates me for it." He groans looking away. Gwen stares at him with eyes as wide as saucers, she sighed softly after a few beats in silence, “What- What did you tell her?” Gwen asked, avoiding eye contact.

“I told her that-” he tried but choked on a sob. He tried again, “I told her that..” and he choked again, he faced away from Gwen, he exhaled, now he truly did look pathetic. “I jus-” he licks his lips and the doorbell rings. “fuck, seriously?” he whispers exasperated as he wiped away the tears brimming his brown eyes. As he stands his eyes wander almost too quickly to your potted plant by the corner of the room, it’s dying, that’s for sure. Its pointy tips darkening, turning a brown color as the stem starts softening, no longer able to hold the plant's various leaves and sagging. He doesn't look at it too long because he’s afraid the small Peperomia may bring back the tears he is trying so hard to keep at bay.

Two knocks at the door this time. “Fuck- yeah, ‘m comin, ‘m comin.” rolling his eyes he makes a beeline towards the door, grabbing the door handle and pulling softly and he’s met with a pair of E/C eyes, the eyes he’s loved and adored for months and months staring back his own, they’re glossy and red, ‘she must have been crying’ he thinks to himself and without thinking his hands land on her face, stroking her red cheeks and wiping the tears away. He takes a shy step forward, craning his head so he could kiss her eyes. First he kisses her left eye then her right eye, taking a step back from her face just so he could see her properly. She opens her eyes and sniffles, tears brimming her eyes again. “Don’ cry, luv… I hate seein’ you cry…” he whispers as he brings the pads of his thumbs to softly brush her newfound tears away. “Hobie…” she murmurs. “Hm?” he responds, afraid that if he talks his voice may waver and his lip’ll start trembling. “I miss you so much..” you whisper in such a small voice that he almost didn't catch it. “I miss you too, ‘ittle bug.” he smiles nervously awaiting your response, “I need you.. can’t live without you, Bee…”

“Can’t live without you either, luv…” he murmured,

“I wanna be yours again, Bee..”

Part two? You guys tell meeee

Ik this is not much, but at least it's something !!

love to @silkholland for the spiderweb dividers <33

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hiaon · 5 months

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Just a little bit of spicy

Disclaimer: None☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･

Soo somehow you we're back in time and here at the bus station because you have nowhere to go and it's raining a lot. Okay so, let's start back at the where this whole thing began.

30 minutes ago

You we're just hanging out with your boyfriend, Allen. You we're with him for about 3 months now and it was doing great! But then he confessed something.

"(Y/N), I have to tell you something.." Allen told you while holding your hand, it kinda worried you a little bit.

"Uh.. Sure what is it.?"

"I want to tell you on how I knew I liked you. I was in love with you for quite a while before I confessed to you 3 months ago.." You we're quite relief that he said that. You though he was about to break up with you.

"Okayy, go on." You said

"I realized that I was in love with you when it was pouring rain and that dude was with you." He said and you we're confused.

Then you realized.

"Ohh that guy! To be honest with you he was my inspiration of losing weight, without him I won't be able to be as skinny today- wait, you we're in love with me for 3 years!?" You we're shocked. He even like you at the most insecure that you have ever been. That was honestly very very sweet of him..

".. Don't mention that guy, did you know what he did when he was talking to you??" He said and which made curious of course.

"What did he do?" You didn't really have any kind of feeling for him, it didn't feel right. Besides he was just giving him advice that made him really like he was himself at that moment.

"He side eyed me and stuck his tongue out. That really made my blood boil." That kinda makes you wanna laugh, that was so cute of him to get jealous to such a childish action.

"Your really funny sometimes pft-" You started laughing. He turned red a bit, but he was glad that he was made you laugh.

"Oh! Wait a moment, I'll be back I need to get something" You said while waving to him.

Wait, you didn't know what you we're doing, as if your body moved in your own. Moments later your head started to ache and when you blinked you suddenly woke up in another place.

And ironicly it started raining you ran quickly to a bus stop and there was a guy there, and the bus stop looked weird. Looks out dated. So you got the courage to ask the guy what day it was because you forget a lot of those things sometimes..

"Uhm.. Excuse me, but uh what day is it?"

"it's Nov 14, 2020.." the guy seems shy so he didn't respond in a high like voice.

"oh." He just realized he went back in time. Wait, what.. HOW IS THAT EVEN IMPOSSIBLE!!?? Yes, he was freaking out. How can he get back at his own time???

He looked at the man, and noticed like only now. IT WAS HIM IN THE PAST. It was freaky

Also he just realized that the guy that he was his inspiration was himself.. well, we love self admiration!.

"So.. How's life?" That was embarrassing, but that was probably the first thing that he said to his past self. He remembered that he was really nervous at that time, so he had to say something that will calm himSELF down.

"It's okay if you don't respond, I get it." One thing that he couldn't stand about himself was he was a people pleaser. He always wanted the other person to get what they want even if they are talking to a stranger.

"It's.. okay." His past self told him, it wasn't convincing at all. He looked like he was just crying, and he exactly knew what it was. After all he experienced the same thing.

"Don't mind them, you are you. Who are they to talk crap about you? Practically nobody in my opinion." He was crying because he was being bullied again. He looked at his past self, he must admit he did look quite pitiful.

After a few minutes his past self started bawling, he did feel sorry for himself. It's so much sadder when you know what someones been through. But he had to put up an act.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry.." He didn't mean it really, but it's fine to cry once a while.

"Is it okay for me to hug you..?" His past self wasn't really thinking of stranger danger at the time because of him emotions being everywhere right now. So he let him.

He just hugged him for 10 seconds and saw his boyfriend! I mean, his past boyfriend. Wait a moment, was this the part where he got jealous???

Oh my goodness, this is so precious. He was jealous of his future boyfriend hugging his crush. That is so cute. He was smile on how cute his boyfriend was, oh! And he remembered that the *guy*— which was him stuck his tongue out.

He stuck his tongue out to seem like he was talking his crush from him, but it was his crush but in the future. Allen widen his eyes seems to be angry of his future boyfriend, mannequins but he doesn't know yet.

I mean, who wouldn't?? Seeing your 'boyfriend' (yes your bf is delusional) hugging someone while the guy is making fun of you, seemingly stole your 'boyfriend' away from you. He was fuming.

You stopped with your shenanigans, and stopped hugging your past self.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. I hope we see each other in the future though!" You said goodbye to your past self while walking away from the bus station and getting wet in the process because it was still raining.

"Goodbye, and thank you.." Your past self murmured still looking at his future self leaving.

"Who was that guy?" Allen spoke to you.

"Uhm.. It was just a stranger.." You said, Allen was your only friend in the school.

"A stranger!? Do you know how dangerous it could have been!? What if it was a creep??" Allen was mad. It was going to be a long day for your past self.

Meanwhile back to you.

The rain is almost over and you started to faint again.

You woke up in your bed, and Allen looked worried.

"Finally.. you're awake." You remembered the things that happened earlier, and you started chuckling.

"Uhhh, what's funny?" Allen asked you.

"Nothingg I just dreamt of something that all!" You told Allen knowing that it wasn't a dream.

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elvenbeard · 6 months

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It's 8:42 in the morning, I didn't sleep, I finished Phantom Liberty.

MAN. OH MAN.

I have so so so many emotions, I'm so... HHHH.

Big big big big big spoilers below the cut.

I only played through one of the expansion endings so far (siding with Songbird), and I played the new main game ending... and I'm such a fucking puddle of feels now hhhh.

What I can say is that... I still love the Sun ending a lot for Vince, and that won't ever change. But this new one now... I don't even know where to start MAAAnnn...

I started my 12 hour gaming session yesterday briefly before shit went down like... Feels like it was all in a different life (HAH). I really liked the whole prep-work for taking on Hansen, tracking down the rental car, the convo with Songbird about her past, and man, I said that before, the lil scene with Alex had me bawling. The little human moments of connection in the face of all the horrors Cyberpunk does so well that get me everytime. Vince getting up to dance with her was so fucking cute, and internally both me and him and Alex probably too knew that that would be the last moment of peace - and potentially (and he ended up being right) the last night they'd play on the same team.

Like... Even after the convo with Song, me, the player, was pretty sure I'd end up siding with Reed. He and Vince had a lot in common with their backgrounds, principles, etc etc. and Songbird seemed out of control, in a way, like Reed had said. But that whole sentiment he kept repeating ("she doesn't know what's best for her", "I gotta save her" etc etc) was beginning to creep into Vince's head and rubbing him the wrong way (having grown up with an over-bearing, controlling parent, the whole control-shit at Arasaka, etc etc) - subconsciously at first, but it got to a point where he could no longer rationalize it away.

AND THEN. FUCKING FUCK. The faceplate. I had been dreading that shit so fucking much, I knew it was coming but yeah... I think Vince would rather die than having that done on him out of his own free will. Like... the tech is insanely cool for a spy ngl. But Vince is not a spy. Not really. With his background and opinions of cyberware and everything... getting your face replaced is a step too far, a step he wouldn't wanna take, ever, unless like, he got his face melted off in a horrible accident or something like that. Not for a one-off mission, more or less, for people he didn't even fully trust. Both he and me were hoping that somehow there would be a way around it. Like you can talk your way out of taking the oath and so many other things. But no, this thing is forced on you (for plot reasons, obviously, and again, I fucking love the concept of it and the options it offers for gameplay. I'm really just speaking for my V's personal experience here XD)

That whole situation felt so fucking invasive to begin with, and I'm not even speaking about the cyberware. There was so much pressure, from Reed and the Ripper, zero explanation as to what exactly the Ripper was gonna do, just how invasive the procedure is (that it's not reversible just like that, for example). V was never shown the thing beforehand, never got an explanation what it's made of, how it works, how to maintain it. There way not a single friendly word, nocalming him down. Worst doctor expereience ever, and that's quite the achievement with Vince's trackrecord of dealing with horrible doctors in the past. The whole thing was traumatizing as hell for him, the whole experience, just being knocked out without much of a warning, then not even fully and HHHHHH.

And then he stumbles back out of there, desperately clinging onto the hope and trying to tell himself that it's all gonna be worth it, all the trauma, the pain, questioning his identity even more than he already does. But the show must go on. And so he goes on to kidnap the Frenchies, and for some reason he wants to believe these two nobodies will make it out of this mess alive somehow, against all odds. Yeah. No. But not just *that* they died, but *how* they died was the final straw. So fucking cold and brutal. Vince was shocked how Alex was suddenly so cold and brutal, although not quite as much as Reed. And then when Vince gets rightfully upset about the situation, how it was handled, how inhumane... Like, he had to kill a lot of people working for Arasaka, and as a merc, but he would always wanna make it quick, painless, if it was really necessary to kill someone to begin with. Unbekownst to the victim, bullet to the head, precise and quick. Especially if it was supposed to be an execution, not something that happens in combat. But these two kids were scared shitless, dragged out of the car and not executed but butchered, brutally. And when Vince gets upset, complains, is enraged about how unprofessional these two alleged spys are, Reed says "they were just some criminals, why would you care?" - you know, to the lowly criminal standing in front of him. That was the line that shattered the fragile trust V had left in Reed for good. Like... he didn't trust So Mi either, but she had just as many reasons to distrust Reed and the FIA and Myers as V, and he would've rather taken his chances with her instead after this final display of something he could absolutely not stand behind any longer.

Damn. I loved the whole sequence with Kurt, the convo, pretending to be Aymeric (from a player standpoint it was amazing, I also cackled later when I played Run this Town and got to use the disguise in a different context xD but honestly, Vince was hating every second of the meeting, also knowing he was just about to betray the people that hat brought him there.

Kurt's death was... maaan. Epic and a letdown at the same time. He would've deserved so much more screentime and a bigger part in all of it. I would've loved the option to side with him xD but then the DLC wouldve been even larger and even more complicated. Loved it as is though, still but yeah. Needs more Kurt!!!

Vince had no regrets about betraying Reed and putting his trust in Songbird until the very end... even when she ended up betraying him one final time with her revelation of the cure only working once. I fucking loved the confrontation with Reed on the bridge at the spaceport, I had been crossing my fingers so so hard for it to come to a showdown like that. I was so tempted for the dialogue choice of "take her, and I don't want anything for it in return". Cause like... despite everything, Vince had no desire to kill Reed. It wouldn't have changed a thing. Too many people had already died on his behalf anyway, and his hope for a cure was lost either way. So he ended up surrendering So Mi. I picked the option "deal", because I absolutely wanted to see the new main game ending, and I'm not sure if maybe with the "I dont want anything" choice you lock yourself out of it, but I will definitely test that out next time around.

The whole stuff that happened at the spaceport in general... I'm still trying to process it. And of fucking course Mr Blue-Eyes has his disgusting creepy fingers in all of it (or one of his associates) by helping So Mi, offering her this way out. I hate it (I love it). But that whole sequence of getting her to the spacecraft, I loved it so so much. Like all the boss fights and main missions, it was so nicely paced and structured, I had so much fun and I'm speaking as someone who is not good at fighting in video games.

So Mi's betrayal hurt, but letting her down in the end hurt even more. URGH. UUUURGH. But like... in that moment Vince was also like "okay... no cure. fine. But I'm not without leads, I'm just so done with all this spy crap. I should've never agreed to help her in the first place." If anything, he was sorry for things not turning out good for any of them really, but when do they do in NC.

He was glad to talk things out with Reed in the end to a degree, say his farewells. Still not getting his hopes up too high about him, still not really trusting him all that much. In a way still sympathizing, but at that point he'd be certain that he's done with the corporate world and anything like it for good. Revenge and hard feelings were pointless, Reed suffering from his decisions was punishment enough for Vince in that case.

I'm not sure if Vince would end up asking the FIA for help realistically. Like I said, I love the Sun ending for him a lot from a narrative standpoint. And Johnny's whole "please, don't do it", and him getting wiped as the price for it for good... that was at the same time not as bad as I had pictured it, but simultaneously it was awful. So yeah... I really don't know if, with all the choices present, the FIA would be number one. Realistically he'd wanna hear out Hanako first, and I think with how time-sensitive everything else is beyond that, the FIA is propbably off the table. Either way though... I wanted to see the ending.

I was bawling my eyes out during the AV ride, V and Johnny making up, talking a final time... and Johnny calling him Vincent in the end fucking destroyed me asödhjfasfasdf ;______; Doctor detected heightened emotions not just on V but on me as well that was so... HHHHHH. My feels ;__;

And then... the new main game ending. God. Like... ever since those new holocall icons of Kerry and Judy appearing a while ago, with Kerry's 2079 world tour promo... We had to get a timeskip. And I feared the cure would be tied to working for the FIA long term or some shit like that, something that would drive a wedge between V and his loved ones for good. The cure being tied to all sorts of horrible things I kept imagining...

And then the reality was so much more gentle and in a way so so fucking happy if that makes sense? Like... fuck, two years have passed. And fucking Reed and no one else in fucking Langley apparently considered even telling anyone back in NC about the complications of V's operation and all. Y'know, keep his loved ones in the loop after even telling him "tell your friends you'll be gone for a bit, a month tops". And that's the worst betrayal of the whole expansion for me cause like... it was so pointless. Did no one tell anyone cause they had no hope? Cause they wanted to sever V's ties on purpose? Was it Reed's decision, someone else's? Was it intended as punishment? Or was it downright laziness and uncaringness for V as a person, and he maybe just an interesting yet complicated experiment. That one really really hurt. And Vince could not blame Kerry or any of the others for being hurt by that and having moved on with their lives. He would've in their spot, for sure. And no, Reed, he absolutely fucking will not work for the FIA, fuck off. And then Vince fucked out of there as quickly as possible and never looked back.

The whole "your body can't tolerate implants anymore" thing... Did not really hit him that hard. Like... yeah. Netrunning, hacking, which he was always so fucking good at, is not gonna be a thing anymore in this timeline. And that he'll miss sorely. Feeling really really fucking capable about something he built a big part of his life around. That was a central part of his life for all his life, really.

But apart from that... he was always low on chrome. He wouldnt miss it nearly as much as other Vs I think. I think what he struggles with more is just recovering from the coma physically, how weak he is for sure for a while, the fact he probably will never be as fit as he used to be. But still... there's hope in that. Cause he gets to live. He never wanted to be a merc, he would make a damn good fixer for sure... but he'll find something else, something less dangerous. He won't be happy being just a nobody in the crowd, but he's also fallen from high places before and climbed back up, coming out on top every time, every time more himself, seizing new opportunities and making his way. He can make it out of that hole. Like, yeah, the timing sucks... But Kerry wants to see him again, and they can rekindle things. I'm sure they will. I'm so happy Kerry got to play at the Crystal Palace, he's so on top of his game, given how low he was when he and V first met. You know... he says he was hit hard by V's disappearance and potential death, but he's out there rocking the world. He's doing good, he didn't fall back into a spiral of depression and despair. And that makes me so happy. And Vince is gonna hold on to that thought of a future together not just not being off the table, but being so much more certain than before now.

Vince is upset about Panam being so upset, but he can understand her well. He wouldn't feel much different than her. He is sad about River not wanting to see him, but he hopes he can change his mind, somewhere down the line. He is so excited to meet Judy's wife, he is so happy she found peace and love. Hell, Vince would happily just be Kerry's useless trophy husband, if I'm being completely honest, and it's possible now. With no obligations in Night City left, no reputation to upkeep, they can do whatever they want. Rogue promises he wont be forgotten, he will be a legend of the Afterlife forever - one that actually gets to live a full life. Who can forget about all the horrors. He's gonna adapt and find his new thing and like, you know...

This little scene, and the farewell scene with Misty hit me so hard cause... remember this?

I actually... had something very very very similar planned for Vince in the long run that we get with PL now. I'm feeling extremely validated with my headcanons and ideas and concepts and just... Yeah. Not that that's absolutely necessary for fanfiction to be valid or anything, but I'm just... so happy.

I said it in a prev post, PL is the gift that gives on giving by granting me all my little wishes and confirming so many tiny random headcanons. But I didn't think it would also get me pretty much the ending I'd been working on already in the background, the one that he'd deserve. So yeah... idk. Cyberpunk can have happy (or at least bittersweet) endings, it does for me 100% now. V gets to live and survive, if you choose to, canonically.

#elven plays cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty #phantom liberty spoilers #dont mind me it's just absolutely pouring on my face #I'm not crying about pixel men again noooo

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midnightmajick · 2 days

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Don't Know Why

Mike Schmidt x Reader

Warnings: Angsty fluff

Word count: 1,351 words

I wrote (some of) this to Don't Know Why by Norah Jones. I'll link it below so you can listen to it while you read.

Also, the situation where the reader asks someone out and is only told yes because the other person thought they were joking actually happened to me in high school. Fun, I know. Anyway, I wrote this beast of a one shot in less than three days somehow. Here you are, enjoy!

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“Hey, what’d he say? When are you two going out?” Mike asks casually, but as he walks into your living room, he finds you bawling your eyes out. He immediately makes his way over to you, a concerned expression etched onto his face. “Hey, you alright?” You sniffle, eyes bloodshot and tearstained. It’s been a rough day.

“He doesn’t love me,” you sob, tears falling from your eyes. He walks closer to you, his face tinged with sadness and pity. He understands how you feel. Probably better than anyone else. He’s been through so much heartbreak. Every girl he’s loved has turned him down. You’ve always felt bad for him, but at least you aren’t alone. “I thought he said he’d go out with you!” Mike says, clearly confused. “He said yes cause he thought I was joking,” you respond, half wailing as you do so.

“But you weren’t!” he replies frustratedly. He seems just as annoyed as you are depressed, and you can’t help but wonder why he’s so upset. Yes, he cares about you, but his discontent is more extreme than you expected it to be. Maybe you’re just overthinking. You brush off the thought and answer despite it.

“That’s what I said! He just said that he didn’t like me like that and reiterated that he thought I was kidding. I feel so stupid. How could I have ever thought he’d love me? Maybe I’m unlovable Mike.” “Hey, don’t say that, you aren’t unlovable,” he reasons. Or at least he tries. It doesn’t work.

“But there’s nothing desireable about me!” He instantly but softly replies, “There are so many good things about you.” He’s trying to reassure you, but it just angers you further.

“Oh yeah? Like what? Name three reasons anyone would love me. You won’t be able to. I kno-” But you never get a chance to finish, because Mike cuts you off. “You’re brave, smart, and kind. You always manage to make people laugh. You don’t hesitate to help someone in need. You give 110% on everything.”

You pause. How did he come up with all of those things so quickly? You immediately fire back, saying, “So? Lots of people are like that. There’s nothing about me specifically that makes me stand out.”

Mike sighs, clearly frustrated that you don’t see the good in yourself. He takes a deep breath before responding, “That’s not true.” “Yes it is! You know it!” you shoot back at him. “No I don’t. Because you’re wrong.” Why does he have to argue with you when there’s no evidence of you being wrong? Sure he wants to spare your feelings, but you wish he’d just tell you the truth.

“Ughhhh! Why do you have to lie to me? Nobody loves me Mike! No matter how great you say I am, nobody wants to be with me.” you say, growing increasingly annoyed. “I’m sure that’s not the case. Trust me, you-” Mike tries to parry the barrage of attacks you make upon yourself, but you refuse to allow him to finish speaking.

“No! I’ll never find anyone who wants me.” You know he’s trying to help, but it’s starting to irk you how insistant he’s being. “Maybe you just haven’t-” he starts, but you cut him off again. “I should just call it quits. Maybe someday it’ll change, but like I said, nobody loves me. Not now!” You’re about to break down into tears before he yells, “That’s not true!”

There’s silence for a few moments before you decide to challenge his statement. “Oh really? Name one person that has feelings for me. One.” Mike looks down at the floor, suddenly appearing anxious. “I knew it. You just have to say it cause you-” you start to raise your voice, but before you finish your sentence, he states, “Me.”

“What?” You reply, completely shocked. “You heard me,” he asserts. “You?” He nods ashamedly. “Just please...” “Yes?” you ask. “Don’t hate me.” He’s begging you, his eyes pleading for acceptance.

“Hate you? Why would I hate you?” you ask him, puzzled. “I know you don’t like me, but-” “Who said I didn’t?” He freezes, astonished by your answer. “What? But I thought you liked Aaron.” “I do, but...” you admit, hinting at something else. “But?” he presses.

You inhale deeply before continuing, “But I only went after him because I was afraid to go after you.” “Wait what? Go after me? You... like me? But... Why were you afraid?” he asks. “Cause I don’t want to lose you. And even if things worked out and you ended up liking me back and we got together, what if we broke up? Then I would lose you.” Your worries spill out before you’re able to stop them. So much for not seeming like an anxious mess.

“You’ll never lose me,” he smiles softly. You’ve never seen him open up like this. His chocolate brown eyes are sincere as always, but they don’t look nearly as tired; the dark circles under them have almost vanished.

The way he looks at you is killing you. He’s never looked at you like that before. You don’t think you’ve seen him look at anyone like that before except for Abby. He wears a tender expression, one that lights up his face. His kind eyes, his sweet smile. Every single feature of his almost angelic being is brighter, happier. Because of you.

“Mike... You’ve never looked at me like that before.” The way his eyes gaze into yours is making you melt. “I was afraid you wouldn’t want me to, but now I know that’s not true. Is it?” You look down at the floor, embarrassed. He had you there.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t trying to pick on you. I just want to be sure it’s okay to show you how I feel, that’s all.” You smile slightly and nod. “That’s fine. I’d actually rather like that.” you avow.

“Would you now?” he smirks charmingly. Yeah, I would.” Your eyes are half lidded as you answer flirtateously. He chuckles to himself quietly and takes a few steps toward you. His face glides toward yours, but right before his lips reach your own, he brings his mouth to your ear. He stops and speaks.

“Listen, I know he hurt you, but I swear on my life, I’d never do anything to harm you. Ever. I love you.” He pulls back from your ear and back towards your face. Bringing his fingers under your chin, he tilts it upward so you’re looking right into those big brown eyes of his. And then it happens. He kisses you. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips dance across yours. He gently cups your face in his hands, and as you’re locked in this loving embrace, it’s like time is frozen. Nothing matters right now. Nothing other than Mike and how good his kiss feels.

You feel all of the tension and stress exit your body, and you know now that this is meant to be. This was all supposed to happen. Aaron’s rejection. Mike finding you crying; comforting you. Finally telling you he loves you. It all makes sense now. None of this would be happening if Aaron hadn’t hurt you in the first place. All of this is racing through your head as Mike massages your lips with his own. After a few more seconds, he pulls away.

“I know why it happened.” you mutter. “What?” “I know why he had to hurt me. If he hadn’t, none of this would have happened.” You look up at him, awaiting his answer. “But why couldn’t he have just said no? He didn’t have to be so mean about it.” He’s still a bit upset about what happened to you, not to mention confused, but as he looks back down at you, his expression is soft and soulful. “I don’t know why. All I know that I love you. And now I know that you love me. That’s all I could ever ask for,” you reply lovingly. And then your lips meet once again.

#mike schmidt x reader #spotify #mike schimdt x you #mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf mike #Spotify #josh hutcherson #don't know why #norah jones #fnaf movie mike schmidt

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the outsiders (1967) feel free to change as needed.

how’d you like that haircut to begin just below the chin?

quit shaking me, [name], i’m okay.

they didn’t hurt you too bad, did they?

did they pull a blade on you?

easy. they ain’t gonna hurt you no more.

you’re an okay kid.

you’re crazy. out of your mind.

nice looking bruise you got there, kid.

makes you look tough.

what were you doing, walking by your lonesome?

you’ve always got your nose in a book, but do you ever use your head for common sense?

if you did have to go by yourself, you should have carried a blade.

i was planning on getting boozed up tomorrow night.

you’re gonna put me to sleep.

you cold?

got more worries than somebody your age ought to.

you’re not dumb.

don’t be like that, kid.

take your feet off the chair.

shut your trap.

oh, my, my, you’ve got me scared to death.

get lost, hood!

that’s an original and lovely name.

what’s a nice, smart kid like you running around with trash like that for?

you’ve seen too much to be innocent.

you’re a sharp one.

skin fighting isn’t rough. ain’t nothing wrong with throwing a few punches.

it blows off steam better than anything.

don’t talk. you’re gonna be okay. it’s okay. they’re gone now. it’s okay.

things are rough all over.

i never told anyone that.

how come you’re so mean?

you read a lot, don’t you?

i’ll bet you watch sunsets, too.

who’s acting? i’m a natural normal.

don’t get mouthy.

i bet he wishes he could stick me in a home somewhere.

that ain’t right. you got it wrong.

shut your mouth, kid.

you know better than to talk to [name] like that.

i’m sorry. i was just mad.

stop talking like that. we couldn’t get along without you, so you can just shut up!

it ain’t fair that we have all the rough breaks!

you call reeling and passing out in the streets ‘a little drunk’?

i can’t stand fights.

if i see you someplace and don’t say hi, well, it’s not personal or anything.

gonna go play a little snooker and hunt up a poker game.

man, that was a tough car.

glory, what time is it?

it’s two in the morning, kiddo. another hour and i would have had the police out after you.

you haven’t even got a coat on.

come on, we’re running away.

what happened? i never seen you bawl like that.

i walk in that house, and nobody says anything. i walk out, and nobody says anything. i stay away all night, and nobody notices.

it ain’t the same as having your own folks care about you.

you could use a bath.

i killed him. i killed that boy.

i think i’m gonna be sick.

we’ll need money. and maybe a gun. and a plan.

you’ll die of pneumonia.

get that sweatshirt off. dry off and wait here.

you ought to know better.

wish i had me a weed.

take care, kid.

make like a farm boy taking a walk or something.

for pete’s sake, run a comb through your hair and quit slouching.

i can lie so easily that it spooks me sometimes.

a week’s supply of bologna, two loaves of bread, a box of matches.

how’d you know i always wanted one?

i thought you could maybe read it out loud and help kill time or something.

the first thing the judge does is make you get a haircut.

you can’t wash your hair in that freezing water in this weather. you’ll get a cold.

it’s like being in a halloween costume we can’t get out of.

there sure is a lot of blood in people.

we ain’t gonna cry no more, are we?

nothing gold can stay.

you know, i never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them.

i skipped breakfast and i’m about starved.

you look like you’ve been through the mill.

you sure can cuss.

you don’t need to make like every mouthful’s your last.

what do they do for kicks around here, play checkers?

we’re going back and turning ourselves in.

my old man don’t give a hang whether i’m in jail or dead in a car wreck or drunk in the gutter.

i ain’t mad at you. i just don’t want you to get hurt.

get back in here before i beat your head in.

take it easy, kid. you’re in an ambulance.

you’re the bravest kid i’ve seen in a long time.

i think you were sent straight from heaven.

you shouldn’t be smoking. you’re too young.

i thought we’d lost you.

what would you do right now if you could do anything you wanted?

getting mighty big to be carried.

don’t slam the door.

can’t you wait til i set the eggs down?

aw, lay off.

hate to tell you, buddy, but you have to wear clothes to work. there’s a law or something.

i had one of those dreams last night. the one i can’t ever remember.

we’re gonna throw a big party and everybody can get stoned.

where you gonna get the dough, little man?

i hate to leave you here by yourself.

holler uncle!

you take a couple of aspirins and go easy.

you smoke more than a pack and i’ll skin you. understood?

this house ain’t messy. you oughta see my house.

shoot, kid, if i ever did that, my mom would die of shock.

he’s so greasy, he glides when he walks. he goes to the barber for an oil change, not a haircut.

i’m sick of it because it doesn’t do any good.

i think i’m going to leave town.

you get a little money and the whole world hates you.

they treating you okay, kid?

you want to know something, [name]? i’m scared stiff.

i don’t want to die. it ain’t long enough. [age] years ain’t long enough.

no wonder he hates your guts.

man, am i glad to see you!

kid, you scared the devil outta me the other day.

you still got that fancy black-handled switch?

you feel okay? you’re awful hot.

i got an awful feeling something’s gonna happen.

you’re funny. we ought to send you in to the reader’s digest.

you fight real good for a kid your size.

i thought you were in the hospital.

sucker!

we’re all proud of you, buddy.

stay gold, [name].

you little punk, that’s what you get.

are you alright, kid? you look like you’ve been in a fight.

you’re bleeding all over my car seats.

gosh, mister, i’m sorry.

i’m not about to dump a hurt kid out on the streets this time of night.

you look sick. sit down.

you blasted fool.

easy, buddy, easy. there’s nothing we can do now.

now please hush up, will you, honey? you’ve got a fever. go back to sleep.

gosh, kid, you had us scared to death.

i don’t know, baby. i just don’t know.

how’d you like some mushroom soup?

we stayed with you so much that the doctor told us we were going to end up in the hospital ourselves if we didn’t get some sleep.

you look beat. i bet you ain’t had three hours sleep since saturday night.

[full name], put out that cigarette!

you’re not like the rest of us. don’t try to be.

you little son of a gun.

you don’t just stop living because you lose someone.

you don’t have to draw me a picture.

i dropped out because i’m dumb.

we’re all we’ve got left. we ought to be able to stick together against everything.

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starchilddante · 3 months

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Part 2 of Alex: A Prince Turned Princess

Breakfast was miserable. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love my parents. I mean, they are about the greatest parents anyone could ask for. They were even really supportive when I came out as gay, which is probably more than I could ask for. Still, the probing questions about my wellbeing had really left me feeling cornered and exhausted these days. Like the one Mom was posing currently as I picked at my scrambled eggs.

“Are you sure you’re going to be prepared, love? We want you to take charge with this ball, but it seems to be weighing heavily on you.” I sighed quietly into my mouthful of food and offered my mom a tired grin.

“I’m fine, Mom,” I replied. The ball was the least of my worries. “Just because I’ve been sleepy and a little bit distracted doesn’t mean anything is wrong. I need my beauty sleep if I’m going to compete with your stunning beauty at the ball.”

My mother grimaced at me, while my Father snickered behind his coffee. My mother was well-acquainted with flattery as a distraction tactic. After all, I learned it from my father.

“Well, I’m sorry,” she said with a huff. “I didn’t know a mother wasn’t allowed to worry about her family.” I chuckled as I set down my fork, getting up to kiss her on the cheek.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” I said quietly. “I’m really okay. I promise.” My mother looked up to meet my eyes, standing so she could hold my cheeks in her hands. I could hardly believe I was taller than her now.

“You know you can tell us anything, darling,” she said. “Your father and I may be King and Queen, but we’re your parents, too. We’ll be here to support you, no matter what.” I nodded, clearing my throat to keep my voice from wobbling. My mother was more than I deserved, and sometimes that drove me to the verge of tears. Then again, I’d always been a bit of crybaby.

I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly. “Thanks Mom,” I said. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this. I’m looking forward to the ball. I can do this.”

Once I let go of her, my Mother stepped back, holding my arms as she looked me up and down. She straightened my shirt, brushing away crumbs that I were convinced were imaginary. Her eyes met mine again and she smiled.

“You’ve grown into such a fine young man, Alexander,” she said with a tender sigh. “My darling boy. You’re growing up so fast.”

Her words brought back the skin-crawling sensation again. I looked down at the floor with a half-laugh, suddenly realizing how deep my voice was in comparison to her. It made me feel a little sick.

“Thanks, Mom.” I swallowed past the sickness. “I just want to make you both proud.” My father put down his coffee at my words.

“You do, my boy.” he chimed in. “You make me proud to call you my son.”

I forced a smile, feeling guilty. Why did his words make the pit in my stomach grow deeper?

“I’m gonna go spend some time in the library,” I told them. “We’re still going to meet this afternoon, right?” My father nodded.

“Yes, sir. I will see you at two o’clock sharp.”

I hugged my mother again before disappearing from the dining room, walking as fast I could without looking strange. I hoped nobody could see my face flushing. If one more person addressed me right now I might just start bawling. And the fact that I couldn’t quite figure out why meant that I might punch the unfortunate person right afterwards.

Luckily, I made it to the library without running into a single soul, not even Irene. I’d probably have to hear a passive-aggressive scolding from her later about not telling her where I’d gone. I could hear her voice in my head already.

In case you forgot, Alex: Where you go, I go. Keep that in mind next time.

The thought of Irene’s sassiness put a slight smile on my lips, but just like everything else, did nothing to dissipate the dark, indescribable cloud of sickness that hung over me more and more these days. I slumped down into the comfiest chair, next to the fireplace. It smelled faintly of smoke, and it reminded me of the days when my father would let me sit on his lap and he would tell me all kinds of stories. I wished things were still that simple.

It wasn’t as if I had much to be ungrateful about. I was well-cared for, loved, and accepted by my family. I had Irene to share my secrets with, and a boyfriend that might turn into a fiance in the next couple years. There was so much to be happy for.

But I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The pit of dread constantly turning round and round in my stomach never let me forget that. But what was it? I couldn’t begin to tell you.

After a few more minutes of drowning in my thoughts, I decided it would be a bit helpful to at least look like I was being productive. I dragged myself out of the chair and towards the many shelves lined with books.

Grimly, I stared at the various titles. I had planned to search for a few books on the history of our country’s government, since I was, you know, the heir to the throne and what not. My father never forced me into following rituals and diving into royal studies, for which I was grateful. He gave me the opportunity to be a kid. Still, a prince should know all about his country. After all, I was destined to rule it someday. A prince becomes a king.

Thinking about that only reminded me of the noxious fog of existential doom following me around. (I can call it that if I want.) I went to pick up A Brief Look at Traditional Folklore, which, by the way, did not look brief, when something else caught my eye.

A History of Ladies’ Fashion.

I’d eyed the book plenty of times over the years. I don’t know what I found so intriguing about it. But whatever it was, it was never enough to actually get me to read the damn thing. I always came to the library for a purpose, and anything that wasn’t necessary got pushed to the back-burner.

Maybe it was time to do some leisure reading. I pulled the book out and settled back on the armchair, briefly pausing to stare at the artwork on the cover. It was a young woman with dark-brown hair, her face and eyes as delicate as her stance, posing in the pinkest silk dress I had ever seen. Her smile looked joyful, and the rosiness of her cheeks made me imagine she had just been dancing and laughing moments before her portrait was painted. She looked confident. She looked happy. She was beautiful.

With a smile, I opened the book and began to read.

@valorwuzhere here's an update for ya lol :p

Again, if anyone would prefer to read on Wattpad, I'm uploading all parts there as well.

https://www.wattpad.com/1413369420-alex-a-prince-turned-princess-part-1

#transgender stories #transgender #lgbtq #lgbtq story #writing #pride #short story

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the-firebird69 · 27 days

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We do have another announcement and its major we have several reports of polluted water and part of it is due to State coming from the septic but the septic is rancid it should not smell that bad it's not from heat like people think it is from Rot. The past few months have been fighting over ships in the tunnels and this stink has gotten really bad and the bugs are in the aquifer and they need to be cleaned out and the battles of north have not drawn them off and they simply go down the tunnels and eat people and go back to the aquifer it says could someone stop them from going back there please and we're doing it and they don't want to see it they say so we're moving out and we're going to hit these stupid s**** and the water stinks it's not advisable to take long showers that's okay they treated but if you leave it in there the septic is ruining it and it's not too hard I mean the water is not the greatest it's not that bad but a little bit of stuff in it and it starts turning rancid we need people to be aware of that here it's making people really stupid and yeah people are coming in and it's not 50/50 it's 30% more lock and dropping daily and it refills and it drops and it's insanity.

Right now we're getting a report that people are investigating the bug situation and it's false they're not taking a look people know they're there they see them all the time. We are going to take action if they don't it's disgusting there's too many and they're gross and it's going to make people sick and too much

What's happening in other places that you can't have it and people will check they think they can control the bugs and get them to stop ships and take over other ships and things like that and go after areas and such we're going to print now and there's tons of them here it's huge numbers and we have to move in more to make sure if they get out and our son is okay and that they don't make eggnest everywhere

Thor Freya

Olympus

We're moving quite a course in to make sure it's safe and against the idiots it's not safe here to be near them I noticed it today and he does okay and that they're not fearing him enough and he has to go up in my push people almost and he jolted that guy and the guy saying he wants me to stay away from me he says he says it to everyone and nobody listens what the hell do we want on the way home he's bawling and she said just stop doing it and he says we can't and now they're dying and they don't get it yet it's pitiful. We are going to say that usually they check the bugs for nefarious reasons especially Trump and people are watching for him they need stuff

Thor Freya

Olympus

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shawty-writes-a-little · 3 years

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Could I please request a Robb stark x reader of him gifting his wife a direwolf pup as a present because she’s always wanted one and a lot of fluff. Thanks!

Hey @fangirl-tothemax THIS ASK—oml it’s so cute thank you for requesting I love it!! I hope you like it! Also drink some water <3

Favorite sight

Robb stark x wife!reader

Warnings : None just fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Winterfell always had a continuous hustle going on. The kids, the maids, the servants, the horses and now the wolves. Pups actually they were still quite young to be called wolves, dire wolves to be precise. Y/n adored all of the dire wolves. Likewise for them, they weren’t always familiar with most of the people other than the stark kids but they had a soft corner towards y/n.

Everyone was in awe of her. From youngest of the starks to even kitchen maids nobody had a slightest of problem with y/n.

—

Robb was looking for his wife all around the winterfell corridors he seemed quite eager too. Finally he found y/n by the playing grounds alongside Rickon. He couldn’t make out what they were up to until he walked closer. Y/n was on her knees with Rickon alongside weeping over the edge of her dress.

“Everything alright there?” He asked walking towards them in a concerned moreover confused voice.

Y/n looked up at him from below with one of her hand rubbing rickon’s back and the other one caressing his hair gently. “He fell trying to balance himself on the edge of stable fence.” Y/n responded softly diverting her attention back to Rickon who had now started crying more.

“Am I bleeding anywhere?” The poor boy asked between sobs.

“Your hand looks a bit red but we can get maester—“ Rickon’s louder bawling interrupted her sentence halfway.

“You look fine to me.” Robb said annoyed.

Rickon whimpered in response and looked at y/n with teary eyes wanting her to reply for him. “No no it’s alright.” She said cooing him and looked back at Robb “Don’t be so rude he’s hurt.” She continued.

“He’s just throwing a petty tantrum.” Robb protested.

This time Rickon replied. With an even louder shrill cry.

“Robb!” Y/n said with an irritated huff.

“Gods—alright.” Robb walked over to rickon’s side and bent down the same level as y/n. “Get up now let’s have Maester Luwin take a look at you.” He told rickon glaring at him up and down to see if her was injured or was just being moody over a small injury. Rickon was frankly crying more than he was hurt, he wasn’t even hurt that bad in the first place he was throwing a facade out of boredom. Partially y/n knew that too but seeing Rickon cry didn’t fit with her and she had always been loving and pampering to all the children.

“Can you stand up?” She asked rickon in a calm tone. He could.

He shook his head side to side replying no in between sniffles.

Robb very well knew his brother was being dramatic. Even if he wasn’t Robb had been eager to get close with y/n, he had something for her but she had been busy and now his brat of a younger brother was taking up her time he thought. He loved his Rickon honestly but right now Rickon was truly trying to test that.

“Bullshit-you can get up yourself!” Robb exclaimed rolling his eyes.

Rickon winced burying his head into y/n’s dress.

Y/n narrows her eyes at Robb in response.

Robb wanted to get over with this little charade soon so he can have his wife to himself. He gestured towards carrying Rickon in his arms to Maester Luwin and Rickon whimpered loudly even before robb’s hand was by his tiny biceps. “What now?” He asked annoyed.

“I’m hurt-“ Rickon replied.

“I have barely even touched you!” He exclaimed.

“Could you carry me instead?” Rickon asked with soft eyes looking at y/n to which she was obviously not going to refuse to.

“Sure.” She agreed as Robb sighed heavily.

They stood up with Rickon bobbing his hand by y/n’s shoulder as she carried him.

“Could you read me that stag story again?” Rickon pleaded to y/n.

“Have old nan do it for you! I would very much appreciate having a moment alone with my wife.” Robb protested walking alongside y/n.

“But she doesn’t make the voices like you do.” Rickon pouted not leaving his end of the debate.

“It’s alright-“ she replied shrugging her shoulders knowing it would disappoint Robb but refusing to Rickon seemed heart breaking. “I’ll be with you right after Robb it won’t take much.” She said trying to convince him.

Robb huffed in annoyance parting their ways “Be quick, please.” He said.

Y/n wasn’t. Quick. After that she was dragged away by Arya who wanted to reach the top shelves in the kitchens for sweets and later she was stopped by Sansa who wanted to take y/n’s measuring for a dress she wanted to make her. The fact that she had to meet up with Robb almost slipped out of her mind and soon enough it was dinner time. During dinner she did receive the look from Robb and she regretted leaving him cold shouldered when she clearly didn’t mean to. Though she did greet almost everyone after dinner out of politeness. When Robb was almost physically about to carry his wife back to their chambers. She was conversing with Lady Catelyn and unafraid of seeming impolite to his own mother Robb greeted her with a quick “Mother.” nod and a “If you would excuse us..” finally having y/n to himself.

Robb wasn’t sulking about being ignored anymore. He was quite content. He opened their chamber doors leading y/n in first.

“Stay here” he told her strolling to the other side of the room. Y/n tried getting a peek behind him but he was swift.

Robb came back with a silver dire wolf, quite young than his own barely a pup holding onto his arm.

Y/n lit up looking at him and the adorable little wolf in his hand. She moved near him to see it for herself.

“Robb-I—where’d you get it?” She asked in a high pitched voice showing her excitement.

“I found him this morning on my ride with bran.” Robb kneeling down to put on the wolf on the floor.

Y/n knelt down beside him petting the wolf running her fingers through its fur. “I’ve always wanted one-thank you!” She said not taking her eyes off her new pet.

“What do you want to name him?” Robb asked looking at her, so content for a dire wolf it melted his heart watching his wife smile whole heartedly. It was his favorite sight.

“Can we name him sapphire? It’s got the bluest eyes I’ve seen.” Y/n said taking the dire wolf in her lap.

“Sapphire is it then.”

“I love him, really.” Y/n told him unable to stop smiling.

“I’m glad-but i hope it doesn’t make you more preoccupied than you already are.” He said with a sly scoff.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Oh you know-you barely have time for me the whole day goi—“

“That’s not true!” She interrupted him.

“Want me to recall what happened earlier today? I wanted to show you sapphire but you were busy with rickon’s little charade.”

“Little charade? He fell off, Robb.”

“He’s a liar.”

“You’re accusing your brother of age five for a little mischief. Right…” y/n raised a brow at him playfully.

“It’s not about him. You said you’d meet me right away but you didn’t!” Robb said exhaling heavily.

“I-well—it just slipped out of my mind-“ y/n replied defensively.

“You forgot.”

“You’re being childish!” Y/n said trying her best to hold back a laugh.

“You find this funny.” Robb said glaring at her not appreciating her humour.

“I absolutely do not” she replied in between slight wheezes.

“You’re laughing now—very thoughtful.” He said morosely, standing up.

Y/n proceeded to do the same putting the wolf off her lap and stopped him by his wrist “Hey—“ she continued “I married into this family, and you. Sometimes I might be occupied with everyone that I get a bit distant with you-but know this I could never forget about you!” She said standing close to him looking into his eyes.

Robb was feeling foolish for what he felt earlier. What y/n said made him smile ear to ear.

“How could I even? Your stupid jokes and silly bets and that-that pretty smile.” Y/n said with a slight chuckle and tilted his chin slightly with her hands.

Robb pulled her even closer by her waist gently, “Gods aren’t you a literal dream?”

Y/n blushed at his comment, looking down at her feet right before Robb crashed his lips on her. Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders smiling into a the kiss.

After a while when neither of them pulled away the little dire wolf present in the same room wailed in protest nudging y/n’s leg. She moved away to look at it giggling at Robb. “You’re going to have to get used to that!”

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Please let me know what you think about it in the comment and feel free to request anything my requests are still open <3

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Lmao I don’t have any for robb stark for now lmk if you want to be added :)

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athyathye · 3 years

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Girlboss-ed

Author's note 📝: gaslight gatekeep girlboss!!! Based from this request♡

Warnings ⚠️: Kidnapping! Philosophy questions that'll maybe make you think, curse words, violence and more!

(Angry/Souya, Mikey and Ran)

Angry :

❥ Guess who’s sh*tting up a storm trying to find you? Smiley and the others had to continuously glance at the blue-haired boy to check on him. Surely a crying blue ogre wasn’t what they needed right now.

❥ But who was going to stop him if he cries though? Certainly not Mikey who was the source of bad ideas. And certainly not Draken who was too busy brainstorming with Mitsuya on who abducted you.

❥ “If nobody finds y/n or if nobody even gives a clue on where she might be...I don’t know if I can hold myself back...nii-chan” Angry’s state was questionable really. He looked calm, sitting down with his interlocked hands covering the lower part of his face. But at the same time his eyes are saying he was 1 second away from blowing up.

❥ Smiley didn’t know what to do. First, his little brother was on the edge of crying and losing control and the Second, you were still missing. He didn’t know how to comfort Angry and he didn’t have a clue on where you were either.

❥ Nahoya Kawata stood there dumbfounded, He desperately wished for good news because he was absolutely sure, both of them would lose their marbles. Just one...just one word “Smiley!!! We got someone!” Well, it looks like his prayers were answered.

❥ Meanwhile, on your side. “I’m just saying…” You watched as some of the men in front of you ran around in absolute chaos. “STOP TALKING!” Oh...one finally cracked. You looked to your left where a man skidded his body against the wall. His eyes were bloodshot.

❥ “I’m alive haha...I’m real...I exist, I can feel pain!” He pounded and pinched himself, his pupil was shaking as he took rapid breaths. “But...That’s exactly what a simulation would want you to think.” His crazed eyes refocused on your figure who was leisurely sitting still. Unbothered by the chaos that was unfolding in front you.

❥ “I mean like...of they were smart enough to even create a simulation, what makes you think they wouldn’t perfect making us think we were real?” Those words honestly made everyone around you think deeply and crack. Some started running, some started bawling their eyes out while some just looked...dead.

❥ “no...no..n-” “Ah! Going by that logic, what rejects the idea that says that, that possibility or reality isn’t simulation?” You began to question, loudly in fact. Before you could continue, noises of all sorts were heard. It caused most of the men to flinch and for you to smile brightly.

❥ As if on command the entrance of the warehouse you were locked in was opened. “Souya~!!! You found me! That was not a fun hide and seek!” Even Angry himself had to take a double look around to make sure he was seeing things right. I mean, your partner was tied up and smiling, with her captors looking quite...disorganized.

❥ “W-what happened? Nevermind that, Are you ok!?” he rushed to where you were, untying and analyzing you for any injuries you may have sustained. “I’m fine! Better than yesterday actually!”

❥ How could you be so jolly at a time like this. “H-hey you can see me right?” A hand gripped Draken’s jacket, the tall man glanced unamusedly at the pitiful person who was practically on his knees. He sighed from stress ‘Reminder to never anger y/n ever again...don’t let Mikey near her too-’

❥ Once you were free, Angry spent no time in grabbing you, carrying you like how one would with a toddler as he rushed to where first aid can be found, but you still had unfinished business.

❥ “By the way! It doesn’t really matter! If one day our simulation's creators came down and took us out of the sim, we'd eventually ponder the same possibility.” You shouted after them, smiling in delight at the groans that came after. Angry glanced at you briefly before looking away.

❥ Whatever philosophical question or realization you've come up or heard of, leave him out of it.

Mikey :

❥ A match made in hell honestly, you got the mind and mouth to make others go bonkers, he got the fists to make others lose the ability to think.

❥ “Do you really have free will? Or does free will have you?” You asked the person in front of you, watching his face twist in confusion before he shook it. “As I was saying, We’ve got your girlfriend, come to the address I sent if you don’t wanna see me blow her brains out.”

❥ He closed the flip phone, ultimately ending the call before taking a look towards you who was busy looking up at him with wide clear doe-eyes and all. “Cause if you think about it...Money, you want money right?”

❥ The man squatted down, looks like he was hooked, perfect. “You desire it...Do you control your desires? No. If we’re not in control of our desires then what is?” The man thought for a bit before looking back at you. “All I’m hearing is in a way, I’m innocent and-”

❥ “oh-ho? Are you trying to say what you’re doing isn't bad because of said desires?” You smiled wryly as you questioned him, glancing at him in a way that looked like you were looking down on him, their 6 foot tall leader.

❥ “What? No-” “So you’re admitting it, you’re a bad person.” “I- I mean-” “Ah right? What really defines bad and good? Morals? Integrity? Sigh…”

❥ You glanced around as if in disappointment, but you could only do so much with the ropes bounding you on the chair. “Stop confusing me damn it, I’ll beat the hell out of you if you let another peep escape that pretty mouth of yours.”

❥ “Of course you will, somebody who think that way could even beat a disabled or an elderly person for money…” “That’s! That’s not it! Mikey ha-” You began to sniffle, confusing the hell out of the men inside the room. “Of course it’s not that! You’re being controlled by your desires aren’t you? It’s ok! You’re not a bad person!”

❥ The man looked around helpless and beginning to fall unawaringly under the hatchet of lunacy you were trying to create for him. The people around you also began to think about your words. “I- I’m not a good person per se! but-”

❥ “Are you trying to tell me that or are you convincing yourself?” Playing devil’s advocate, that role really suited you. Seeing as though the man in front of you began to look around for anybody to help him. Only to see his men whispering and screaming to each other. But not for the reason you may think, they were discussing what you were saying, but were too flustered to actually think straight.

❥ But then again, that wasn’t what he saw in his eyes anyways. The man began to take sharp breaths, Truly, your words could really make one think before you could say more a group of people came barging in.

❥ “Took them long enough” You scoffed, not seeing the way the people around became so alarmed that they began running away. Being in a vulnerable state with loud noises isn’t really desirable, you see.

❥ In a flash somebody had grabbed the chair you were bound to. “Next time you borrow money from a mafia-like group or something, make sure you know how to deal with it.” Your unimpressed gaze on your boyfriend who was working on your ropes made him let out a sheepish chuckle.

❥ “Sorry, princess. We owe you one” He said seriously but still kept a smile on his face. “Not just one….”

❥ “I’ll give you 3 free passes to cuddle, whole day with no interruptions.” “Deal.”

Ran :

❥ The way your captors looked at you with a grimy smile disgusted you. “You’re a pretty one, ain’t ya? Surely your boy toy wouldn’t mind if we damage the goods quite a bit…” Pause. Did he seriously refer to you as ‘goods’ ? How degrading.

❥ “Are you guys really faithfully following this trash?” You saw how the other’s smile faltered, the way their eyes showed hesitance once their leader spoke. ‘Hmm~’ you hid the amusement threatening to paint your face because of the idea that struck you.

❥ “Lady, if you know what’s good for you then shut up.” One of them began to speak, they say the eyes were the windows to one’s soul. The man’s eyes who spoke gave you a clear view of just what his actions said. “Tch I’d know better than you.” you retorted.

❥ “What’s that supposed to mean?” The leader’s voice was laced with malice and oozed danger. You saw how some of them took a step back before you directly, head on stared at the threat. “Seriously, Have you seen their body language? What makes you think your people aren’t capable of betraying or, at the very least, willing to betray you?”

❥ You laughed mockingly. Infuriating the man before you. “Common sense.” “And you think you guys have that? Wow.” Ok that crossed the line a bit. “Ha? You little-” “Leader come on!”

❥ ‘What a brave soul, I’ll remember your sacrifice’ you thought as you glanced at the man who was twiddling with his fingers but had a determined look on his downcasted eyes. “Are you really- Hah. So you’ve thought about it.” Huh, if it was this easy to get in between the group’s teamwork then they weren’t really good in the first place.

❥ “Oh don’t be like that you guys! Your leader is reasonable! The problem with gangs is that the person it takes to become a leader is not the type of person we would want as a civilian.” You defended the person on the verge of getting ganged on.

❥ “Yeah! You guys pushed me to this position! Why are you acting like you’re all saints!” Oh how you wished you had popcorn. Some people coughed, some cleared their throats. You took that as a sign to speak “But then again, It’s not their fault you're such a greedy tyrant! I bet if they knew the outcome they wouldn’t have pushed you!”

❥ Your words paired with a face that looked so innocent, so free of implications made others get their confidence back. “I’m done with your tyranny!” “Yeah!” “You’ve lost the way of the delinquents!”

❥ “YOU!” Their leader fumed, turning his back on you who was hiding your face in the shadows of your hair. Punches began to fly, kicks, tackles as well as weapons were involved. It was hilarious, how they thought they could last with that amount of trust in each other.

❥ You looked outside of the window, trying to count the seconds away. Ignoring the sounds of grunts and groans around you. Finally, the sound of revving motorcycles was heard by you alone. The people around you, too busy fighting each other that they forgot the real threat.

❥ “Hey come on now, what? We just got here and you’re already fighting? Tsk tsk” The sight of the braided and bleached hair of your lover sent joy scouring through you. “Ran~!” you cooed as you smiled, ignoring the looks thrown at you with unnerve.

❥ “Haa...I deal with you enough at home, but now I have to deal with your crazy girlfriend” Rindou muttered at his older brother who pretended to not hear, Ran’s gaze was on you and nothing else.

❥ “You ok? Sorry I got you involved...but then again you handled it like a champ. That’s my girl” He said with a proud and award-winning smile. “...What are you doing?” It did not escape your vision how Ran had been holding some kind of tape. Though all he said back in reply was a simple “Shhh”

❥ “You’re way cuter when you don’t open your mouth” While the others were looting whatever they could from the place, Ran placed a generous amount of tape on your mouth. “Mmph!” you exclaimed in protest through the type, your eyes beginning to burn in anger which made Ran shiver for a bit.

❥ “I- It’s a joke! It’s a joke haha! I’m untying you now!” True to his words, he untied the rope that burned your wrists. You were about to rip the tape of your mouth and shout your not so nice words at him when he grabbed your hand.

❥ “I love you, but please, for the love of god and for everybody’s sanity keep that tape on.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers crack #angry x reader #kawata souya x reader #souya kawata x reader #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran x reader

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pixla · 3 years

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hi hon! i adore your writing and i have a request for tommy: so you know that scene in the caves when alice breaks her leg and cindy has to like put the bone back into place? could that be with tommy x gn! reader instead? and both of them have a really really cute moment where the reader confesses how they never felt alive until they met and started dating tommy? they both survive and flashforward with fluffy smut pls?

Special thanks to the j-st-patricks-day and all my friends who helped with the process of writing this fic <3

broken bones and beating hearts

Tommy slater x nb!reader

Warnings: swearing, graphic descriptions of murder, graphic descriptions of injury (eg. Broken bones and stabbings/cuts), Possessed!Cindy, alice dies, Arnie dies, vomiting, fluff, pet-names, knocking out teeth, sex, unprotected sex, this au doesn’t fit with any of the other films (feel free to tell me if there’s any others)

Word count: 3.2k

POVC= point of view change

Tommy gripped your wrists pulling you out through the narrow cavern as it collapsed only seconds later. “Fuck!” You tucked your legs close to your body, trying to shake the feeling of Cindy's grip around your ankles. “What the fuck is happening?” You looked up as Tommy still held you close, you both too scared to move from the previous near death experience.

Everything was normal. You had all just ran out into the woods, you and Alice teasing Cindy about some stupid witchcraft book she had found in nurse lane’s office. But then Cindy decided to slash Alice and Arnie’s guts open with a machete.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!” You cried, bawling your hands into fists, wandering down what felt like endless hallways. You both soon realised that you had been going in a circle. It didn’t make any sense, it felt like another dimension or a mirror maze, where everything looked the same, maybe even was the same. “Y/N.” You turned your head to face tommy. “What?” He looked at you confused. “I didn’t say anything.”

You were going to shake it off as you just imagining it, but then you heard it again. “Y/N!” This time you knew it wasn’t Tommy, it was a woman. “Hello?!” You yelled out, hoping that someone had finally come to your rescue, but Tommy just continued to look at you like you were crazy.

You strayed from Tommy’s side following as the voice repeated your name. “Where are you going?” Tommy yelled after you as you wandered, not bothering to pay any attention to his questions.

You followed the voice, bending through the same corridors and hallways, not knowing where you’d end up. It was when you twisted round one corner you halted in your steps. It was a huge room, far larger than any of the ones you had previously found. But the greatest way it stood out was the mass in the centre of the room.

It was dark and fleshy, like clumps of meat thrown into a pile. You gasped as you stood closer gaining a better look at the thing. It was alive. It rose up and down almost like it was breathing and it thumped like a beating heart. With each whisper of your name you grew closer, drawn to it. You reached your hand out transfixed, but when your hand melted into its flesh, you froze.

It all flashed through your brain so fast. Cyrus Miller, ruby lane, billy baker…Cindy Berman. It was every single one of those shadyside phycos, even Cindy. It was all of the pain, all of the suffering and all of the evil. You lifted your hand, a thick slime dragging with. You backed up slowly, expecting to hit a wall. You were soon proved wrong when you felt your body fly backwards.

You cried out as you landed with a thud, Tommy finally catching up to you, peering over to find you clutching your leg in pain. “Shit, are you okay?!”

He had jumped down helping to lift you from the pit. You sobbed, tears running down your cheeks like a broken faucet, your hands clutching at His shirt. Tommy held you running his finger gently through your hair, shushing you softly as you buried yourself into his warmth.

Tommy gently slipped from your hold, leaning down to examine the damage. It was bad. So bad, you could practically see the bone protruding from the skin. You felt your gut wrench at the sight causing you to lean over beside you, regurgitating your dinner onto the cold cave floor. “Don’t look, okay? Just look at me.” Tommy leant over wiping your mouth with his jacket. You nodded slowly, trying your best to keep your eyes locked with Tommy’s despite how hard your morbid curiosity urged you to look down. Ripping his plaid jacket into strips he looked up at you. “We’re gonna get out of here. You’re gonna get out of here. No matter what I do, I’m gonna make sure I protect you, just like I always have.”

“I love you so much Tommy. I’ve never and never will love someone the way I do you.” You lean into him pressing your foreheads together. “I can’t lose you, okay?” He nods sympathetically, pressing a light kiss to the slope of your nose.

“Do you remember those dates we’d go on, out to the forest at night, and we’d just lay there, staring up through the cracks in the trees?” You nod. “I want you to think about that, okay? I want you to think about how many more we’ll go on once we get out of here.”

You hold a tight grip on his arm as he wipes away at the area. “I’m gonna have to put it back into place now.”

You pleaded with him, as the tears started again. “Please, no. Please just leave me here. Just go and find help okay? I can’t do it Tommy, I can’t do it”

“Hey, hey, hey. C’mon, look at me.” He places his hand on your cheek, tilting your head to look him in the eye. “You're gonna be fine, okay? You just gotta focus right now.” You nod timidly, the tears starting to slow.

He holds the bottom of your calf with one hand and your heel with the other. “Just count to three and I’m gonna do it, okay baby?” He looks up at you, his soft words lulling your anxiety. You bite your knuckle nervously, unsure as to how you should answer, but the look of trust in his eyes persuades you easily. “Okay.”

You breathe in. “One, two-” You let out a blood curdling scream as a large crack rung out, bouncing against the walls of the cave. Your fist gripped Tommy’s forearm tightly as you cried out a series of various curses. “You fucking asshole.” You whine out in pain, letting out an airy laugh trying to brighten your rather dull circumstances.

“You're okay baby.” You wince as he wraps the piece of fabric he had ripped from his jacket around your leg, tying it tight enough to hold you together for the moment. You grabbed Tommy’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist lifting you from the ground. You hiss as you feel your leg throb from the sudden movement. “Do you think you’re able to stand?” Tommy watches as you wobble trying to stay grounded. You nod. “Yeah.” You had no choice and you both knew it, if you wanted to live, you’d have to.

You both started your journey, finally entering a new environment as you trudged deeper into the earth of Shadyside. Why did these tunnels even exist? The intricate details of the maze made it easy to come to the conclusion that they were man made, but by who? Not once had you ever heard of these tunnels, and by the looks of it, nobody else had either, despite nurse Lane of course.

“Be careful.” Tommy tightened his grip around you. “You might slip.”

“Okay.” You mumble, too exhausted to form a real answer. You looked around at the walls, floor and ceiling. The further the two of you walked, the denser this moss became. You felt a wave of familiarity but you couldn’t quite place it. Red moss…red moss! It hit you, Cindy! Her red stained shirt, she said it was from the moss in the outhouses. “Tommy! It’s the fucking outhouses! We fucking made it!” You would probably be jumping up and down with joy right now if it wasn’t for your broken leg.

You look up, spotting the out house toilet openings. Wow, real nice, you’re both sitting in Sunnyvale shit and piss right now. “Yeah, but how are we supposed to get out?” Tommy sighs looking up at the roughly 15 foot climb. “You can’t climb that.”

You look at him. “Yeah, but you might.”

“No. I’m sorry but no, I’m not leaving you down here, especially when there’s Cindy running around up there trying to kill us. C’mon let’s go, if we’re at the outhouses, we must be near to camp.” He directs you along but before you can both carry on your interrupted. “Did you hear that?!”

“No I-“

“Shush.” You both stayed quiet listening as to what caught your attention. It’s screaming. Someone is screaming from the outhouses. “Hey! Help! Please, we’re stuck down here!” You yell trying to get the attention of the voices.

The space grows quiet as the screaming halts, the both of you waiting nervously for any indication of life when a head pops out from one of the seat holes. “What the fuck are you guys doing in the toilets?!”

It was ziggy, Cindy's sister. “Ziggy..” you wonder if it’s right to tell her what’s happened to her sister but you decide against it, not wanting to put the girl in such an emotionally vulnerable state whilst she’s already physically. “Gary’s up here too!” She yells down as Gary’s head pops out another toilet hole. “Hey!” He yells, surprisingly light heartedly considering there’s a murderer running around camp butchering little kids with a fucking machete. “Can you get us out of this fucking toilet or not?!”

Gary had managed to make some sort of bucket contraption with some rope. “It’s just like You’re Gothel climbing up Rapunzel's hair, okay?!” He yelled down, lowering it down to you.

You're about to slip onto the contraption when you hear Ziggy's unfortunately very familiar screams, and before you know it Gary’s decapitated body lies beside you on the floor. You and Tommy let out an in sync gasp, him pulling you away into his chest, as to protect you from the image. “We’re gonna have to find another way out.”

You think to yourself. Alice…she had shown you something whilst you were robbing nurse lanes office with Arnie. “I know how.” You pull out the book that started this whole thing.

“Baby, I don’t get how that book is gonna help us, let’s be honest it’s some random witches and wizards bullshit written how many hundreds of years ago?”

“No, tommy.” You turn the book to him parting the pages. “It’s a map.” You rest the book on the floor, the two of you leaning over it. “It's a map of camp, you see over here, these x’s are the graves we found. And over here, that’s where we entered.” You point your finger on the page. “Here, there’s another exit. Mess hall.”

His eyes lighten. “Jesus, fuck! You’re so smart!” He pulls you in for a kiss.

—-

You sat, your back arched over as you watched Tommy laid on his back kicking open the vent that led to the mess hall when another scream rang out. You instantly knew that it was ziggy, far too acquainted with the tone of her screams.

“Tommy!” With one final kick the vent flew open, Tommy hauling himself through in a split second. “Don’t move, stay here! I’m gonna go help Ziggy.”

Tommy always cared so much for the kids at camp, you honestly weren’t surprised that he was willing to risk his life for one of them.

—povc—

Tommy barged through the doors of the mess hall, an all too familiar song ringing through the speakers, the noise made his head thump as it blared.

Tommy followed the screams, grabbing a mallet that lied on a nearby counter. Cindy stood beating at a supply closet door as ziggy screamed from within. Tommy pulled cindy's shoulder for her to face him as he swung the mallet into her jaw. Cindy tumbled to the ground as she spat a mouthful of blood and teeth onto the floor. Tommy hesitated holding the mallet in his hand, ready to strike Cindy. But before he could come to any decision Cindy grabbed her machete from the ground slicing at Tommy’s thigh.

Tommy dropped to the floor, his mallet sliding across the freshly mopped floor tiles, Cindy rising to her feet, towering over Tommy. Overpowered, he crawled backwards digging the heels of his hands into the cold tile floor. He was braced for impact when Cindy stopped turning around.

—povc—

You lunged at her digging the knife you found into her back, pulling it out as she turned to face you, plunging it into her chest over and over until she hit the floor unresponsive. You fell. You had finally reached your limit. Your leg was broken for fucks sake and you just murdered Cindy. Pure-hearted, hard working Cindy Berman. You plunged your knife deep into her chest until you split it down the middle. You dragged your body over to Tommy’s wrapping your arms around him, wetting his shirt as you became inconsolable. He held his hand at the back of your neck placing soft kisses onto the top of your head. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay. She’s dead now, we’re gonna be okay.”

You heard as ziggy opened the closet door, dropping to her knees at the sight of her sister dead on the floor. The red headed girl pulled her sister's body over to face her, wrapping her arms around Cindy crying into her cold lifeless body. You crawled over to the girl pulling her away from her sister's touch into yours. “I’m sorry.” You whispered.

The three of you struggled as you heard the last bell ring signalling that the bus would be leaving. Ziggy yelled out as the bus doors began to close. The wheels began to roll forwards but before it could depart a boy budged the doors open, calling out to her. “Ziggy!” You released your grip from the girl's side as she ran to him, embracing him. You rested your head on Tommy’s shoulder at the sight of the two. “I hope she’ll be okay.”

The two of you had found a place on the bus as Ziggy sat with you fellow councillor Nick goode. Finally being able to breathe, you rest your head on Tommy’s shoulder. “I’m so glad you're okay.” You look up at him smiling at his words. “Maybe you're the one who really needs protecting, without me you’d be dead meat.” You press your lips together, smiling softly into the kiss. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost you.”

Your eyes wandered to the window watching as the camp nightwing sign slowly floated away out of sight. Finally it was over.

———

After the accident medics treated and hospitalised many of the camp nightwing campers and counselors such as you and Tommy. Your leg was thankfully saved. They said if not for Tommy it probably would have had to be amputated due to infection.

It was two months since that night, you still had to use crutches but besides that, you made a speedy recovery alongside tommy. Although he was in a much less critical condition than you and was discharged within a few days, he still spent every night in the hospital with you.

You laid beside Tommy his leg slotted between yours as the velvet underground played softly in the background. You run your fingers through his hair slowly as he whines quietly into your chest. It finally felt like the first time since that day that you both could finally relax.

You pulled away from his touch leaning over him, kissing his lips softly. “You look so pretty.” You hum. He smiles into the kiss. “Not as much as you, baby.”

You lifted yourself straddling Tommy’s hips, deepening the kiss as your hands ran down playing with the hem of his shirt, travelling underneath. He pulls away, his hand rubbing your thigh. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m okay.” You reassure him, pressing soft kisses along his collarbone. You removed your shirt as Tommy’s hands floated up to your waist.

“God, you're so beautiful.” He mumbles, kissing up your chest slowly as you take off your pyjama shorts, throwing them to the floor.

You lean down unbuttoning Tommy’s jeans, taking him in your hand. Tommy twitches at the contact as you align himself to you. You lower yourself onto him slowly as his hands hold a firm grip on your lower back. Tommy lays his head back, his hips thrusting up into you.

You shiver as you lift yourself up and down, your thighs shaking from the stimulation. His thrusts hardened, your soft whimpers of his name encouraging him. “You look so fucking good right now.” He gripped your waist helping you keep a steady pace.

You steadied yourself, leaning your arms out pressing your hands against his chest as you felt yourself near your climax. “Shit, Tommy I’m gonna come.” You whined under your breath.

“Don’t worry baby, me too.” He runs his hands down your back lovingly.

You threw your head back as you felt Tommy’s hand wander down edging you on further, your breath quivering at the touch. You felt his hips buckle beneath you as he reached his peak, yours following soon after.

You sighed your body collapsing onto his chest. “I love yours so much.” You mumble into his skin as he presses a soft kiss against your forehead.

—-

It was the 16th anniversary since that day at nightwing, the two of you still happily together. Despite the permanent scar that night had left on the both of you mentally and physically, you both managed to stay strong, the event probably making the two of you even closer than you already were before.

Every year instead of hiding from the memories of that night, you both embrace it. Tommy’s favourite way to do this was to ‘reenact your youths’ in his words by driving the two of you out to the forest, where you would’ve spent so many nights together when you were younger.

You would open the sunroof and lay out the seats creating a little bed for the two of you. Probably not the safest thing the two of you could do, but most definitely the sweetest.

The two of you laid there staring up at the trees, resting your head on Tommy’s chest, your arm draped across his abdomen. Looking up at him you pressed a small kiss to the slope of his nose, pressing your heads together. The moonlight glazed over his cheeks, giving him a paler look. “You look so beautiful.”

—-

The car ride home was quiet but the atmosphere felt soft and comforting as Tommy rested his hand on your inner thigh. The velvet underground played softly on the radio as your eyes gazed out at the passing scenery.

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qqueenofhades · 3 years

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did you watch lucifer season six and what are your thoughts pls and ty

Ahaha. Yes. Yes I did watch it. Then I cried for a literal hour and attempted to compose myself, only to start crying again when I lay down and kept on thinking about it. Then I had more feelings. Then I slept like the dead due to emotional trauma. Then I reblogged gifsets and had More feelings. Then @buffaluff and @flynnanimal watched it and also required emotional support due to drowning in their own tears. So, uh... we're all fine here now. How are you?

My main takeaway from the final season was the sheer amount of love for the characters, story, and fans that you could feel shining through all the episodes, and which made SUCH a refreshing change. I had feelings in my tags the other day about how a show about the devil was constantly goofy, hopeful, loving, and uplifting, rather than all the grimdark nonsense they could have easily done with it. (As I said, just imagine it as written by the GOT idiots?? NO THANK YOU.) The writing really loved everyone and wanted to give them a proper ending and emotional journey, and it wanted to show the fans that they weren't stupid for having invested six seasons of effort and emotion into this, and just... that is so much rarer than it should be? Compare all the movies and TV shows that treat their fans like the enemy, that want to outsmart them at all costs even if it means changing major plot elements, that ferociously guard spoilers and think that "shock value" means good writing, by throwing hackneyed cliche upon cliche and making everything Depressing, and just... Lucifer had its hiccups and slow points and missteps, of course, but I am SO glad they didn't do that. The entire show consisted of Lucifer slowly but steadily progressing toward being a better man, despite mistakes and setbacks and sometimes a little too much will-they-won't-they. (Season 3 was the only one where I got bored and skipped over the filler episodes with Pierce/Lucifer/Chloe in order to get to the end).

That is an essentially simple premise, but they stuck to it, and they didn't try to create more drama by randomly wrecking what they had already established. I wrote a fic all the way back in mid-season 2 (In Nomine Patris) that ended up predicting quite a few of the future characters who had not yet appeared on the show at that time, including Eve, Michael, and Azrael, and several plot points, including the very major one of Lucifer returning to hell for the sake of his daughter with Chloe. And while this might mean that I am just that good at guessing TV shows (I would like to think this....) it also means that the writers set expectations, followed through on those expectations, and didn't suddenly derail everything or turn it totally on its head just for the sake of cheap shocks. As we can all attest, they certainly caused PLENTY of drama, anguish, pain, and suffering, but they did it in a way that remained faithful to the overall premises of the story and the characters, and wanted to see them become the best versions of themselves. I cried my eyes out at the end and then thought, "hey, I might want to watch the whole series again," which, if you ask me, is the mark of doing your job right. There have been so few TV endings recently where I didn't immediately swear off the whole thing or have to pretend that canon didn't exist, so yeah.

As I said, it was just refreshing to watch something that had that essential deep generosity at its core, where the message is that everyone is worthy of love if they make the hard and painful effort to change and become better, and that even if earthly things feel small next to all this messy celestial drama, they still matter, and that you are loved no matter what. I loved that Amenadiel became God and Lucifer returned to hell as a choice in order to help all the trapped souls be able to work through their guilt and go to heaven. There were obviously certain echoes of The Good Place in that ending; I don't know if it was something they had planned all along or if the success of TGP, another series asking deep questions about life, death, morality, and human nature within the framework of a goofy heaven-and-hell sitcom, influenced it, but either way, it worked so well. Even if it tore my heart out and stomped on it on the ground, it was fitting and oh so lovely to see Lucifer, once the most selfish being in the entire universe, following in Linda's footsteps and becoming selflessly dedicated to helping other people. Just. Chef's kiss.

And of course, Deckerstar. The Hades and Persephone vibes were IMMACULATE this season, and while it did take Lucifer and Chloe the best part of four seasons to get together, they never significantly backslid, never had third-party issues or cheap cheating storylines once they were officially a couple, and Tom Ellis and Lauren German REALLY killed it this season in particular. It was never easy for them and sometimes the drama went on a little too long over the course of said six seasons, but the love story was beautiful and incredibly meaningful and always true to the fact that the actors and characters and writers (not to mention the fans) all loved it so much. They were so much the emotional heart of this, and when they went to hell together in episode 6x03 (where they turned into cartoons because wHAT even IS this show), Joe Henderson said in an interview that this was to give the fans a view into Lucifer and Chloe's future (after) lives post-6x10, and to offer them a basis to write fanfiction. I mean... the showrunner saying to the fans "here, we love you, have something to write fic about!" is likewise pretty shockingly rare. It's again an example of how this show always audaciously poked fun at itself, never took itself TOO seriously, and was always welcoming its fans and the people who loved it to do so, rather than making them feel stupid or taking joy in wrecking beloved characters or plots.

Obviously, I loved Rory, the badass lesbian half-angel goth Deckerstar child straight out of My Immortal (seriously, she was SO edgy, it was amazing), because of the fact that Lucifer's entire arc was always about feeling abandoned by his father and that he was going to have to face it for himself. Dorky Devil Dad Lucifer trying his absolute HARDEST to bond with his daughter was simultaneously hilarious, adorable, and heart-wrenching, and yet again, the Growth. We all remember when he could barely tolerate Trixie touching him, and now we're here. Also, any variation whatsoever of "this is just a brief moment of time that we must be apart, love is eternal and stronger than death and we will never really leave each other" as a line is guaranteed to make me bawl my eyes out. So that was fun.

I got a big kick out of Ghost Dan running around and trying to get everyone to see him, and had feelings about seeing him in heaven with Charlotte and his beloved Pudding Pops at the end. I had feelings about how they handled Ella finding out the truth (or rather demanding to know why nobody had told her) and of course, I obviously loved Maze and Eve and their goth/femme wedding and the fact that they got a good three-season romantic arc (indeed, I wanted more of them). My god, Trixie is SO BIG, she used to be a tiny little nugget. I love that Linda was the moral and emotional rock all along, from the first episode to the very last, and that Amenadiel was Deeply Vindicated when Charlie's wings appeared at his first birthday party. I love how Lucifer in s6 is absolute thousands of light years from Lucifer in s1. And as ever, Chloe was Perfect. I am happy that I spent six seasons with these characters and saw them become better, and that I was never made to feel like an idiot for trusting the writers to end everything in a beautiful and emotional way. Because, well. They did. Sure, maybe I could go back and pick at a plotline here or a detail there, but I don't terribly feel the need to do so? It might not have been perfect, but it was perfect, and I am so grateful that it existed.

#lucifer #lucifer spoilers #deckerstar #anonymous #ask

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gohyuck · 3 years

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smoke and cherries

or, alternatively, bonnie & clyde

pairing: criminal!jeong yunho x criminal!reader

genre: fluff (between yunho & the reader), some suggestiveness

warnings: mentions of smoking cigarettes, armed robbery, guns, theft, what is literally cold-blooded murder actually (minor character death of a convenience store clerk), reader and yunho are definitely like… screws lose in a murdery way, reader sucks blood off of yunho’s fingers for a second (i’m so sorry it’s kinda fucked up), yunho blows his smoke into the reader’s face but it’s like consensual, littering

word count: 1.4k

“since when d’you keep suckers on you?” yunho lets the question escape out the side of his mouth in tandem with the smoke of his cigarette, and when you look over at your other half, his expression is as amused as his words are inquisitive. his eyes are already back on the road ahead of you, though you don’t doubt that he’d been gazing upon you a second ago when he’d asked about your new vice. you swirl your tongue around the bright red candy one more time for good measure before pushing it into one of your cheeks, stick jutting out the very corner of your slightly chapped lips.

they hadn’t had cherry back when you’d been growing up, the concept of it only having been introduced during your high school years. you find that it’s your favorite flavor now. perhaps novelty doesn’t wear off.

“since this mornin’,” you respond after a beat, your lips pulling into a teasing grin while you allow your words to sink in. once the meaning behind your words has settled, yunho can’t help but laugh softly but genuinely, removing the Lucky Strike from between his lips before resting his hand, cigarette between two lithe fingers, over the edge of the window. it’s a sweet moment between lovers; a shared secret.

between the soft mirth in your eyes and the red stain on your tongue, between yunho’s rounded features and good-natured gaze , there’s not an outsider in the world that would guess just what the two of you find so funny.

you’d grabbed a bag of lollipops at the Southland Ice Company store the two of you had hit up in the morning. there’d been a sign - hand-painted, by the looks of it - on the wall above the candy bin, something or the other about a discounted rate. free is a discount, right?

the two of you may seem sweet, unassuming, even kind in this stolen moment, but if anyone knows better, it’s you. then again, not many people have seen you with red stains on your clothes and lived to tell the tale. even less have survived yunho when his eyes switch from soft and loving to a cold, steely glare. he never looks angry, no: just soulless. you have never seen your lover feel remorse.

this thrills you. birds of a feather.

you let your tongue wrap around the lollipop once more, wrapping a finger around the stick to pull it out of your mouth for a second to savor the flavor that now coats your tongue. there’s a torn-open package with other cherry candies in the back somewhere, hidden under piles of other things that were free-but-not-really. the clerk had been too busy cowering under your boyfriend’s sneer - and the barrel of his Browning Automatic - to notice you swiping the suckers.

on one hand, you can’t imagine a better image to see before dying: there’s something undeniably sexy about yunho with his finger against a trigger and a lack of soul behind his eyes. on the other… it’s just a little fascinating, you think. working day in and day out at a shitty job must be the most awful, crushing thing possible, and yet the fool behind the Southland counter still wants to live. he’s still sobbing, snot running over his lips and a wretched, choking noise bubbling up from the depths of his throat as he begs for his pathetic little life, hands shaking as he drops stacks of bills into the bag in yunho’s other hand.

you stuff the lollipops into your own oversized bag, scouring the shelves for things of more worth. there’ll be a shady dealer or two in a neighboring city that’ll be willing to take most anything off of your hands, you’re sure of it. at first, the man’s hysterics don’t really bother you: this is fairly run-of-the-mill. still, your patience wears away over time: there’s only so much caterwauling you can take before your eardrums beg for release.

“baby,” you call from one end of the store, dropping a few bottles of medicine into your bag, not bothering to read their labels. the bawling rises in volume at the sound of your voice. before you can say anything else about getting the collateral to be quiet, yunho beats you to it.

“shut the fuck up,” he growls, voice loud enough and low enough that you can hear him clearly despite being across the cramped building. there’s a dull thunking noise, followed by a soft whimper, and you know that the barrel of yunho’s rifle is now against the clerk’s forehead. you can’t help the giggle that escapes you: you love this part. your boyfriend lets out an airy chuckle in response to your laughter, because what makes you happy makes him happy.

“you done?” yunho calls, and by how light his tone is, you know that he’s talking to you. you take a moment to sift through what you have, and, upon realizing that you’re done for now, you call out an equally pleasant ‘mhm!’.

“go ahead and get the car started for me then, darling,” your lover responds. the clerk lets out a wet gasp, not knowing if this means life or death for him. poor, naive, still-hopeful little thing. yunho pushes the cool metal into his skin with a miniscule amount of heightened force as he speaks to you with the casualness of a white picket fence couple in suburbia. “i won’t be but a minute.”

the bang had been muffled, but you’d heard it nonetheless, even from the car, just as you’d grabbed a couple of lollipops from the package before throwing the whole thing back into the back seat. just as yunho’d stalked out, bag full of cash and dirtied gun in hand, you’d slid into the passenger seat. he’d dropped everything into the back alongside your stuff before hitting the gas, making you fear for your life for one beautiful moment before regaining control of the car.

he’d raised a hand up once he was sure of his place on the road, placing two fingers against your lips. you’d tasted the clerk’s blood then, sitting heavy against your taste-buds as you pulled it off of yunho’s skin. you know his process well: even after putting a hole in the poor man’s head, yunho would’ve wrapped one of his hands around the victim’s throat, mostly to ensure his death. you can never be too careful, after all.

you could see it clearly, the blood dripping down the side of the dead man’s face and over your boyfriend’s fingers. there’s something surreal about it. always is. yunho had pulled his fingers from your mouth with a pop, laughing softly when you’d nipped at his fingertips for a moment before pressing a kiss to his knuckles. he’d dropped his hand to your thigh just as you’d lit a cigarette for him. the same hand is currently wrapped idly around the top of the steering wheel.

“thought you were gonna use the candy to try ‘n quit cigs for a second there,” yunho states at a stop light, taking a drag of his own cigarette before turning towards you. you don’t turn towards him, knowing full well that he’s going to playfully blow smoke at the side of your face.

he does so. you can’t help your smile.

“you’re the one that needs to quit,” you respond easily, rolling your eyes solely for good measure. you aren’t lying, not really: you smoke maybe once or twice a day. your lover goes through a pack in the same time. the smoke wraps around you like an old friend. nobody in the surrounding cars knows who you are, what you do. you feel safe. yunho drops the cig stub out the window onto the road, and you realize he’d blown his last smoke cloud at you. your smile grows.

“i need to quit, hm?” he raises an eyebrow, though his eyes smile just as his mouth does.

“you’re the one that’s addicted.” you affirm your own claim, words a little slurred around the lollipop in your mouth. yunho laughs, real and loud, before reaching over to pinch the end of your lollipop’s stick, tugging on it gently. you realize that he isn’t trying to take it from you; rather, he’s simply pulling you closer to him. you oblige.

he pulls harder once, and you part your teeth to allow him to pull the sucker off of your tongue. yunho leans close, lips brushing over yours, before he speaks again.

“the only thing ‘m addicted to is you, sweetheart.”

he tastes of real smoke, and you taste of fake cherries. it doesn’t get any better than this.

#yunho fluff #yunho smut #yunho x reader #jeong yunho x reader #ateez fluff #yunho #ateez smut #yunho scenario #yunho scenarios

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catboyshinsou · 4 years

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UA teachers reacting to you asking for a hug

pairings: present mic x gn!reader, aizawa x gn!reader, midnight x gn!reader, all might x gn!reader

warnings: none, eventual vigilantes cw

these can be seen as platonic or romantic!!

Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

“awe yeah c'mere!"

gooooood hugger

10/10 overall

i just know he'd give amazing hugs

he's like 6’1 (without hair) too

he's taller than aizawa and that's what keeps me going

puts his arms around your shoulder and squeezes

not too little

but not too much for you to feel suffocated

he'd probably smell rlly good too

and he'd rub your back softly

depending on why you're asking for a hug (just need affection, sad, warmth etc) he'd murmur stuff under his breath

if it's like a relief hug after a long day it's just him praising you for how well you've been doing

if you're sad he's gonna be more gentle and tell you everything is okay and how you're safe

i know y'all are thinking “mic?? gentle?? he'll scream my ear off probably”

but he can be very soft and gentle

it's shown in vigilantes that in serious situations he's actually capable of being very calm and collected and offer comfort that is appropriate to the current situation

(i'm gonna start crying when i think about it)

overall… amazing 10/10

tbh i'm basing this off the fact that he's a famous radio host and famous people do have the most comforting hugs

i luv my funky little blond

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

*looks at you for a minute*

“yeah come here”

that man always has a scarf around

so either you'd sneak under those l a y e r s or he'd wrap you in it himself

that being if it's not his capture weapon

(that thing has seen and done too much for him to use it in an affectionate or sexual way let's be honest i know y'all think about it but he's still a man of class okay)

he's 6 feet too so like his shoulder is just perfect for putting your head on it

ahhh he'd put his hands around your waist and draw circles with his thumb

he'd ask if everything is okay even if you are more affectionate, just to make sure

okay maybe i'm biased but like i just know if you did feel bad and he asked that his voice alone would make you just bawl on the spot

he's a *good* teacher after all and they have the most calming presence even if he is intimidating sometimes

if you are his s/o or friends he'd still have that calming presence, he just maintains it from being around kids all the time

he smells nice but like not bc he has a nice smelling cologne (that'd defeat his purpose of being ~underground~ if he just smells extravagant especially to people with sensory quirks)

*he* just smells nice

i could go into the biology of it all but i'll spare you

the reason i'm basing him around being a teacher even though these are all teachers is bc his motive for becoming a teacher is actually bc he's really good with kids and has always been quite “authoritative” but soft even as a teen

so naturally that means he has a calming nature which comes handy for more than teaching classes

Kayama Nemuri (Midnight)

“oh of course!” *walks towards you with open arms*

i'm just gonna say it bc i know we are All thinking it

her tiddies would be the best pillows

idc maybe it's the me liking women but not much is as comfortable as the soft bussum of a hot lady

*cough*

her quirk is based around scent so naturally,,, smells GOOOOD

but see i think that like subconsciously she'd activate her quirk to calm you down even more

she squeezes you really tight and probably plays with your hair

if she's taller than you she'll rest her head on yours in some sort of way but her most used ~technique~ is pressing her cheek against your forehead and stroking your hair

you'd get really drowsy during and after but like in a good way and probably just babble when she asks any questions which she thinks is cute

she holds you for like a good while even if you're already satisfied she's gonna keep holding on and play with your hair for her own pleasure

i'm basing all of this off of her character in vigilantes lmao and especially the scene where's out with pop

i know she's the r rated hero but i don't think she'd push anything sexual into just a hug or cuddles so except for the fact that she has nice friends she'd just enjoy the affection

Yagi Toshinori (All Might)

*very surprised but pleased* *opens arms and does his liddol smile*

hear me out

that man doesn't know how to properly hug

he's literally 7’2 which is over 2m even in skinny form

i'm not exactly tall but like hugging shorter people now is already just,,,, awkward

and for someone who's basically taller than anyone around him he just never rlly properly learned how to

plus in muscle form he just never had to bc nobody would ask him for a hug bc that man was over 2m tall and like 2m wide… a hug would could've probably crushed someone

he did try and it looked very funny

anyways as a result of that his hugs are very gentle

mind you he's still 2m tall so it's still awkward

but he's like a gentle giant✨

just very soft pats on the back because he's used to being able to just kachow people away with the flick of his finger

he smells a lot like cologne

he probably has one of his own and it's probably named “my smell is here” and is a eau de toilet

but you can take a breath in his arms

it's the number one status still engrained but you'll just always feel safe when he's around and especially when he's hugging you

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cozy-the-overlord · 3 years

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Masquerade

Part 2 of Cozy’s Fluff-To-Angst Fun and Games

@loki-hargreeves said

Here's a fluffy-ish prompt for you,

Dancing together (anything between ballroom dancing or just dancing in the living room at 2am together) 💚

Summary: It didn’t have to be bad, Loki told himself. His parents were married through such an arrangement, and they were happy together.

He would be happy too.

Word Count: 1,659

Pairing: Loki x OFC

A/N: I feel like if you’ve read any of my other stuff, you’ll know how my favorite trope is childhood friends to lovers. I thought I’d try a twist on that formula. Not sure if it worked, but here you go!

Thanks for reading!

Warnings: None? I think? It’s just Loki being lonely

Tags: @lucywrites02 @silver-lupines @whatafuckingdumbass @the-emo-asgardian @imnotrevealingmyname @electroma89 @lokislittlesigyn @moumouton4 @theredrenard @justdontmindmetm

If you want to be tagged, feel free to send an ask/message :)

Read it on Ao3!

Loki had always loved dancing.

Alfheim balls were a little different from the ones he had grown up attending on Asgard, but the dancing was similar enough. It was a comfort, little scraps of familiarity floating in a frozen sea. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to be swept up in the rhythm.

Rowan was radiant, as always. She laughed as she spun in his arms, the skirt of her dress flaring around her legs in a sparkling golden blur, and when he pulled her closer he found himself laughing too. It was impossible to resist—her smile was infectious.

His wife was a brilliant actress.

Loki hadn’t known what to expect from the arranged marriage laid before him. He had been granted only a month to attempt to straighten his thoughts before being sent away to Alfheim to meet his bride. It didn’t have to be bad, he told himself. His parents were married through such an arrangement, and they were happy together. Happy enough at least. He would be happy too.

And … he could almost feel happy here. Dancing. Drowning in the music. Letting the cacophony of the ballroom wash over him. The two of them swooped across the floor, so smooth they might have been flying, all eyes on them. It almost felt like the life he had always expected to lead.

It almost felt real.

Loki felt lightheaded. Before his wedding, he had never cared for Elven wine, but now he had been finding himself warming up to the drink a little more with each banquet. It made everything seem distant. He liked that.

Rowan twirled again. Her gown was silky green, swathed in gold—his colors, of course. She had been wearing something similar when he first arrived. Really, between the dress and her dark curls, she could have been mistaken for Loki’s sister. It was something Thor had been quick to point out, smacking his shoulder with a boisterous laugh as soon as they stepped off the Bifrost.

Loki missed that laugh. Everything here seemed too quiet. The highlight of his wedding feast had been watching his brother drunkenly frolic his way through the night, challenging men he didn’t know to duels over women he had just met, spilling wine all over himself when a pretty girl brushed up too close to him. His mother had been mortified, but Loki found it endlessly entertaining.

He had nearly cried the next morning, when he came down to bid his family farewell. He hid it, of course. It wouldn’t do to have a son of Odin bawling like a baby over a goodbye. He even managed a weak laugh, when Thor clapped him on the back and congratulated him for surviving his wedding night, although he was curious as to what his brother would say had he known Loki spent it on a couch.

But he really felt it rising, that frozen knot of panic in his throat, when his mother gave him one last embrace. He wondered if she could hear the frantic, childish plea he left unsaid.

Please don’t leave me here.

But as powerful as his mother was, she couldn’t read his mind, and so leave him they did.

He didn’t blame Rowan. He couldn’t—this was no more her fault than it was his. In fact, he had tremendous respect for her. The speech she had given him that night, when they returned to the apartment they were to share as husband and wife, had been straightforward and concise—perhaps a little rehearsed, but not so much that her conviction was unclear.

Still, it had startled him.

“I’ll be your wife. When I’m crowned Queen, you’ll be my Crown Prince. You and your realm will have the power and control you so desperately desire. But you won’t have me. You’ll never have me. Understand?”

Loki nodded. What was he supposed to do? Of all the scenarios he had run through his mind, over and over again until he could barely focus on anything else, he had never prepared for such an abrupt dismissal. When she disappeared into the bedroom, slamming the door with a swish of her emerald gown, he could only stand there like the great gaping idiot he was.

She was swishing that gown now, as they circled the floor once more. She stretched her hand out to his, his hand grazing her waistline as they turned to the music. The crowd of nobles watching from the edges of the ballroom seemed to have drawn even tighter around them since he last looked. The muscles in Loki’s neck tensed, but he held his easy smile. He had learned to dance through these maskless masquerades, and he danced them quite well.

Rowan wasn’t bothered by all the eyes on her. She peered across the assembly, scanning the faces even as she fell back into his arms beaming. Loki didn’t even have to look up to know who she was searching for.

He had met him once. The Other Man. His name was Ari, and he worked in the royal stables. For banquets such as this, however, he was occasionally called in to aid the overworked staff. It was a station he had been born into, it seemed—his father had served as groom, his mother a kitchen maid. Ari had served alongside him as a stableboy in his youth. He and Princess Rowan had known each other since they were children.

Loki had met him when he discovered him lounging in the very rooms he shared with his wife. It was a rare occasion—usually Rowan was smart enough to keep her extramarital engagements outside of the palace—but it seemed that she had to step out for a moment and asked Ari to wait for her. They shared several minutes of stilted conversation. Loki tried to be polite, but the stablehand was clearly uninterested in friendship. They were both exceedingly relieved when Rowan returned to whisk her lover away. The foul-eyed smirk Ari shot at him as he left made Loki feel sick.

He thought about asking Rowan not to bring him back to their apartment. Surely that would be a fair request. If Thor had been in his position he would certainly have no qualms about making it. No, he’d demand that Rowan never do such a thing again.

But … Loki had never exactly been the demanding type. He didn’t want to be the demanding type. It was her life, her love, and he was the intruder from another planet butting in and turning it upside down. It didn’t bother him that she wanted to be with someone else. He wasn’t jealous. He didn’t want Rowan, not like that. He didn’t love her, and she certainly didn’t love him, and Loki was perfectly fine with that. He wanted her to be with Ari, if that was what brought her happiness. They both deserved to be happy.

But … he found himself thinking about them a lot. He had precious little else to do here, besides nod along in meetings where he had no real say and reread books that no longer offered him escape. Loki’s mind would drift off, and he’d wonder how they met, the princess and the stableboy. Maybe Rowan had been lonely as a child—after all, she had no siblings, and the Alfheim court held precious few her age. Maybe she had come to the stables to hide away from the weight of royalty. Loki had done that when he was little—hide in the stables, or the wine cellar, or anywhere safe and secluded where it felt like nobody was looking at him.

Maybe she had hidden in an empty stall, and Ari found her when he came into clean. He imagined Ari had been quite lonely too—there couldn’t be a lot of conversation to be had when one spends their days mucking after horses—and so when he came across the princess huddled in the corner, her silk skirt carefully tucked under her knees, he sat down next to her.

Loki imagined them talking, not about anything in particular, just bouncing from topic to topic the way children tend to do. Maybe Rowan brought up her favorite book. Maybe Ari showed her his favorite flower. It didn’t really matter. But Loki pictured them growing closer, meeting up in secret again and again, their endeavors growing wilder with their childish glee. He saw them sneaking away to the roof of the palace to watch the sunset and count the stars, laughing at the ant-like people scurrying by below as they snacked on stolen chocolates. He saw them creeping away to practice dancing in the moonlight, with nothing but the nightingale’s song to count their steps. He saw them slowly begin to look each other in a different light, nervous lips brushing against each other for the first time. He saw them hatch plans of escape—long, intricate schemes that called for stolen ships and falsified identities—before they came to their senses and realized such plans would never come to fruition. He saw himself enter their story and felt their loathing.

Loki wished he had that. That closeness, that bond. He wished he could talk to Rowan, really talk to her and trust her to listen. Not in a romantic sense, but as something else. Friends. Weren’t there stories like that, where the husband and wife in arranged marriages grew to have a friendship more powerful than anything romantic?

But somehow, Loki knew that to his wife, he’d only ever be the man trying to rip her from her beloved.

The music was reaching a close. Rowan pulled away in a graceful curtsey. Loki let her go with a bow. The crowd rippled with polite applause, devoted and empty as always. Loki kept his smile, blithe as can be.

His wife wasn’t the only brilliant actor in the room.

#loki marvel #loki fanfic #loki angst #loki x ofc #masquerade #cozys fluff-to-angst fun and games #cozy writes

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