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joekeeryswife · 4 months

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Hi I wanted to request Felix and reader getting into a huge fight over rumors of him and India hooking up. Lots of angst that leads to fluff😭 thank youuuu

The party - f.c

hello honeys! first Felix imagine eeek. FELIX DOES NOT DIE AT THE PARTY IN THIS FIC! i’m too excited. i hope you like how i interpreted your request🫶🏼 anyways, i hope you enjoy this imagine! (lmk if i should make a taglist for Felix!)

“Venetia, have you seen Felix? i cannot find him anywhere” you had been looking for Felix everywhere. you had left his side for two seconds to get a drink and when you came back he was no where to be found.

“i saw him with Ollie and i think her name is India? find Ollie, he will know where he is” Venetia said as she scanned the room to see if she could see her brother. you furrowed your brows, India was here? Felix hadn’t told you India was coming.

in the two summers you had grown incredibly close with Venetia, she was the sweetest girl and you were lucky that she was your boyfriends sister. “i’ll keep looking but if you see him, please tell him i’m looking for him” Venetia nodded “of course, don’t worry about India. i didn’t know she was coming either. but good luck okay?” she winked.

the house was huge, one of the biggest houses you’d ever seen and finding him would be nearly impossible without some sort of indication as to where Felix was. you went into the garden eyes darting in every direction seeing if you could see the tall boy anywhere but it was no use, it was like he completely vanished.

“y/n darling, are you okay?” you heard Elspeth say as you huffed, you turned to look at her and nodded slightly. “yeah i’m okay, i’m just looking for Felix is all” she smiled “he couldn’t of gone too far, don’t worry about him. i saw him with Ollie and some girl, maybe check the library? or the maze?” you nodded and thanked her as you started making your way toward the maze.

the maze was where you and Felix liked to go when you wanted some alone time. even though you both loved spending time with his family, sometimes the two of you just wanted to be alone and the maze was the perfect place for the.

as you started making your way through the maze you saw Oliver walking back out. “Ollie thank god, have you seen Felix? i’ve been looking for him everywhere” he jumped when he saw you “y/n, what are you doing here?” his thick accent filling the quiet maze.

“Elspeth told me you’d be in here and she said guy were with Felix. is he down here-” you started to walk down the maze but Oliver quickly stopped you. “y/n you don’t want to go down there” your heart started pounding.

“why?” you looked at him and by the look on your face you knew something was happening. “he invited India here. me and Felix had a fight and the two of them came in here. when i came here to apologise the two of them were hooking up. i’m so sorry”

you felt your eyes fill with tears and your heart dropped. Felix was cheating on you? you knew the two of them had some sort of history before you and Felix got together but that was two years ago. you felt your chin quiver and a few tears slip down your face. just as you were about to walk away Felix and India came round the corner.

Felix saw you and the smile on his face dropped when he saw your face. you had tears rolling down your cheeks, he quickly started making his way toward you but you just shook your head and started walking out of the maze.

“y/n sweetheart what’s the matter?” he called out but it was too late, you’d ran off. Felix was confused, Oliver had been told by his mum that he could invite anyone he wanted so he invited India and a few other girls from college.

he left India standing there to chase after you, he was still utterly confused as to why you were crying. he brushed past Oliver who felt like he had succeeded, he had tricked you into believing that Felix had cheated on you which would no doubt lead to the two of you breaking up which mean Oliver could have Felix all to himself.

he saw you running into the house, brushing past the hundreds of people which filled practically the whole house. Venetia saw you crying and was confused, what could have happened in that short amount of time.

Felix lost you in the crowds of people but spotted his sister and briskly walked toward her. “Venetia, have you seen y/n? she was crying and i need to make sure she’s okay” she frowned “i think she went to your bedroom but i’m not too sure, she went in that direction” by the time she had finished her sentence he was already gone, running off to his bedroom to find you.

he ran up the stairs to his bedroom and put his ear to the door, he could hear your small sobs and his heat broke. he knocked on the door and walked in, seeing you sat on his bed with your suitcase half packed with your belongings. “what’s the matter? why are you packing your stuff?” he frowned.

“i don’t know Felix, why don’t you tell me?” his frown deepened. “don’t act so innocent okay? i know everything. and it’s a shitty move that you brought her here. you have no idea how embarrassing this is” he could control the small smile that formed on his face as he saw your jealousy peak through. he thought maybe you were jealous that India was here, not that he was cheating on you with her.

“what? are you a little jealous?” he smirked “i can’t believe you’re making a joke about this right now. i’m going home” his face fell. he made his way over to you “what happened, i’m sorry for whatever i did” he pouted but you scoffed and rolled your eyes “yeah well i don’t think sorry is gonna cut it this time Felix”

“okay i seriously have no idea what you are on about. why are you so upset” he tried to sit next to you but you scooted away from him. a whole batch of fresh tears filled your eyes, your head fell into your hands as you tried to hide how hurt you were. “come on baby, talk to me” he placed his hand on your leg and stroked it gently.

“don’t call me that, not after what you did” you pushed his hand away from you as a few tears fell. “what did i do? you’re confusing me” you looked at him with bloodshot eyes “you slept with India.” he looked at you and burst out laughing “what?” you wiped your tear stained cheeks which probably had mascara all over them.

“Oliver told me that you invited India here and that you two slept together. this isn’t funny Felix, i’m serious. i’m going home tomorrow” you sniffled and he shook his head “Oliver told you that? and you believed him?” you shrugged “well, the two of you looked very friendly when you came walking around the corner so yeah i believed it”

“that is the silliest thing i’ve ever heard. i would never ever do that to you.” he placed his hand on your cheeks and placed a delicate kiss on your lips. “i’m too in love with you to cheat on you” he kissed you again.

“why did Oliver say that? he said that you invited India and that he went into the maze to find you to apologise because you two argued and then he said that you two were having sex” Felix frowned “what? having sex in the maze? no that’s not what happened at all” he shook his head.

“Oliver invited India and he got mad because she rejected him, we argued because i told him to not invite her and he did it anyway. i knew her being there would upset you. i was only being nice to her because her friends left her” he explained, his hands falling from your cheeks.

“i’m sorry i was so mean to you” he shook his head “im sorry that i laughed at you, i honestly thought it was just because you were jealous i didn’t realise Oliver told you that. ill speak to my parents, see if they can get rid of him early” he smiled.

“you know i love you, don’t you?” his eyes started into yours, he hated that you were hurting. you nodded “i love you too” he kissed you passionately.

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unabashegirl · 24 days

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Enticing 43 — Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

Author's note: Hello everyone! I am back! I have good and bad news. I passed by exams with very good grades. The bad news is that my mom was fired from her job and we are waiting for a biopsy report from pathology and we still have to pay school. Honestly, it's been rough and very stressful week. So, I hope it's not a lot to ask, but if you guys could reblog my Tumblr posts, to get more reach it would help me a lot. Hopefully to help her pay some bills and a small portion of tuition.

I hope you are all having a great day and have a wonderful week. I hope you like tonight's chapter. Stay turned for more this week. I will update all stories.

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Y/N slowly blinked her eyes open, her head still throbbing but now slightly dulled. She found herself in a hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air. Panic from the memories of the assault shot through her momentarily until she saw a familiar face beside her.

“Harry,” She whispered, her voice weak and raspy.

Harry looked up from where he had been sitting, worry etched across his features. Y/N could tell that he hadn’t gotten any sleep. His hair is messy, and he had tired eyes. “Y/N, love, how are you feeling?”

She managed a faint smile. “Hurt but seeing you here help.”

He stood up and walked to her. He gently took her hand, concerned in his eyes. “I nearly got a heart attack when I got the call that you have been attacked. Canceled everything, got on the jet and flew back as quick as I could” Harry kissed her hand, and he pressed it against his cheek. He was glad that she was finally feeling warm again.

Tears welled up in her eyes, overwhelmed by his devotion and love. “I don’t know what I could do without you.”

He leaned over and kissed her forehead tenderly. “You don’t have to go through anything alone. I’ll always be here.”

The hospital room seemed to grow quieter, a weighty silence settling in as Harry's expression turned serious. He held Y/N’s hand gently, his eyes locked onto hers, urging her to share the painful truth

“I need to know what happened. Please, tell me”

Tears welled up again, and she took a deep, shuddering breath, gathering the courage to recount the traumatic events. She described how James had confronted her, his anger escalating as she stood her ground. The violence, the shove, the impact against the building — each word felt like a jagged piece of her soul, but she pushed through, needing to share her truth with Harry.

“He pushed and shoved me around” She whispered, her voice quivering with the weight of the memory. “My head hit the wall and everything went blurry”.

Harry’s grip on her hand tightened as he listened, his jaw clenched in anger and sorrow. He wanted to reach back in time and shield her from that pain, erase the scars left by someone who claimed to love her.

“You are safe now” Harry said, his voiced filled with both tenderness and determination

His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, offering solace and strength. In that moment, she knew that she had chosen the right a person to share her life with — the one who stood by her, ready to help her rebuild and to heal.

Concerned etched across her face, Y/N gently touched her stomach, her worry for the little life growing inside her apparent in her eyes. “Is the baby okay, Harry?”

Harry placed a hand over hers, offering reassurance. “The doctors checked, love. The baby is alright. You had a concussion and they had to stitch your head, but they assured us that the baby seems fine”.

A wave of relief washed over Y/N, and she let out a shaky breath. “Thank goodness”.

Harry leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “I promise you, Y/N. I’ll never leave you without security again. We’ll take every measure to ensure your safety”.

She nodded, gratitude filling her heart. “I know we’ll get through this together”.

Determination set in Harry’s gaze. “Absolutely. And about how he found you. I’ll look into it. We’ll figure out how he got that information. I won’t rest until he is behind bars, where he can’t harm you or anyone else.”

Harry gently brushed a lock of hair behind Y/N's ear, his worry etched on his face. He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to voice his concern. "Y/N, love, I've been thinking. Given what happened, I'm worried about your safety. I don't want you to be alone, especially with him out there."

Y/N looked at Harry, her heart touched by his genuine concern and love. She knew he was right; her ex-boyfriend was a threat, and she needed to prioritize her safety. "What are you suggesting?"

He took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. "I think it would be best if you moved in with me. At least temporary. I had plans to find a place together after our trip, and I think now is the right time to make that move. We'll create a safe haven for us."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, overwhelmed by Harry's protective nature and love. “I love you for it. I’m grateful to have you and to start this new chapter together. Apart from the circumstances"

He smiled softly, wiping away a tear that escaped her eye. "We'll make it our home, filled with love and happiness. I want you to feel safe and at peace, always."

They both knew it was the right decision, a step toward solidifying their commitment to each other and their future. Harry's protective instincts were fierce, and Y/N knew that together, they could face anything that came their way.

"I'm ready, Harry," she said, her voice steady with determination. "Let's move forward”.

Harry leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Y/N”.

And in that moment, as they made plans for their new apartment and the life they would build together, they found solace in each other's arms—a sanctuary of love and safety that would guide them through the trials and triumphs that lay ahead.

As the morning sun streamed through the windows, Y/N slowly woke up in the comforting surroundings of Harry's apartment. The throbbing pain in her head had lessened, thanks to the medication prescribed by the hospital. Today marked the beginning of her healing process, both physically and emotionally.

Harry, being the caring partner he was, had already left for work, but he had made sure that Y/N was in good hands. Mrs. Johnson, the kind-hearted housekeeper, was there to assist her. Harry had also arranged for her work setup, ensuring that she could continue her tasks from the comfort of their new home.

Y/N gingerly made her way to the living room, where a small desk had been set up for her. Her laptop, a cozy blanket, and some snacks were neatly arranged, waiting for her. A vase of fresh flowers sat beside the laptop, brightening up the space.

"He really thought of everything," Y/N said, gratitude warming her heart.

Mrs. Johnson smiled warmly. "Mr. Styles wanted to make sure you're comfortable. If you need anything, dear, just let me know."

With a thankful nod, Y/N settled into her work, appreciating the effort Harry had put into making her surroundings as cozy and conducive to healing as possible. The familiar hum of her laptop and the comforting presence of Mrs. Johnson allowed her to immerse herself in her work.

Throughout the day, Mrs. Johnson made sure Y/N had everything she needed, from fresh tea to occasional snacks. The hours passed, and Y/N found solace in her work, a distraction from the recent traumatic events.

Later in the afternoon, Harry returned home, worry still etched on his features. He walked into the living room, where Y/N was immersed in her work.

"How are you feeling, darlin?" Harry asked, concern evident in his eyes.

Y/N looked up and managed a weak smile. "Better, thanks to you and Mrs. Johnson”

Harry sat down beside her, reaching for her hand. "You're my priority, Y/N. Always. Aside from Oliver"

Together, they continued their day, finding comfort in each other's presence and the promise of a future where they would support and love each other through every challenge life threw their way.

The cozy living room of Harry's apartment had transformed into a hub of excitement and anticipation. Harry sat on the couch, his adorable son, Oliver, resting peacefully on his chest. Y/N, with her laptop on her lap, was leaning against Harry, browsing through pictures of apartments and furniture.

As they scrolled through the images, they shared their ideas and visions for their new home. Each picture sparked conversations filled with dreams and possibilities.

Y/N pointed to a picture of a spacious, sunlit living room with large windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline. “Look at this one. Imagine waking up to this view every morning."

Harry's eyes lit up as he gazed at the image. "It’s better than here”.

Oliver, seemingly aware of the conversation, let out a happy gurgle, as if agreeing with his father’s and girlfriend opinion.

They continued their virtual apartment hunt, discussing the features that were most important to them. A modern kitchen for Y/N to indulge in her passion for cooking, a spacious nursery for Oliver, and a cozy bedroom where they could unwind together after long days.

"what about the furniture?" Y/N asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "We should pick something that suits our style and feels like 'home'."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Let's make sure it's comfortable and welcoming. Something we'll both love coming back to."

They spent hours browsing through various furniture designs and styles, taking inspiration from different aesthetics. Y/N had a keen eye for interior design, and Harry admired her taste.

As the day turned into evening, they eventually closed the laptop, satisfied with the ideas they had gathered. Harry gently placed Oliver in his crib, and they continued to discuss their plans...

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goodeapple · 1 year

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☾ a shadow is cast wherever they stand

pairing ... chad x tara x ethan

warnings ... smuttt, mommy/daddy kink (but just a tad), sub!ethan for sure, no spoilers just fun :)

“No no no no. I told you once already Eth, keep them open or I stop.”

Tara whimpers at Chad’s pause, arching back into his daunting form, her fists wringing wrinkles in the off-white sheets of his bed to keep herself in place. The violent hum of the AC unit balanced delicately in the window fills the air, Starboy on 3 volume crooning from the beat-up JBL speaker on Chad’s dresser.

The slick purr of Ethan fisting his cock with enough lube to have it puddle on his lower stomach stalls, Abel’s lyrics of lost love and missed connections the only sound besides the trio’s heavy breaths.

Tara sighs, sweet and soft, as those pretty eyes of his spring back open, pupils olive-sized and blotting out the dark coffee of his irises.

Tara reaches behind her, gaze unwilling to break from the curly haired boy’s, wiggling her fingers in an invitation until a mammoth hand dwarfs her own. Chad squeezes her delicately, like a flower he’s afraid he might crush, his thumb rubbing over her quivering knuckles. He starts thrusting again- thank God- lacing their fingers together, brushing a kiss over the freckles on her left shoulder.

Ethan fucks his hips up into his fist, stare wide and watching, his opposite hand rucking up his shirt, letting his blunt nails scratch over the pale skin of his lower belly. He’s sprawled out, knees spread apart whorishly, gifting himself open to the devious couple who plan to absolutely destroy him. He’s a vision that is too stunning to not reward.

Tara lifts up onto her palms, warming as Ethan’s famished gaze drinks in her naked chest. Her nipples pebble at the attention. Ethan licks his lips.

“I wonder who he wants to be more right now, you or me?” Tara whispers into her boyfriend’s ear, jaw going slack as Chad picks up his pace at her question, his thick dick pummeling her spread pussy. He’s whimpering, gasping, moaning suddenly, grip finding her waist, clenching her tight as he drops his head to the nape of her neck.

“Ethannnn,” Chad’s voice is wrecked, a mess of whiny syllables that swirls liquid lust in Tara’s tummy. She bites savagely at her tongue, anchoring herself with the familiar tang of copper as her cunt pulses around Chad.

Ethan’s eyes go wide, mouth dropping down so far that Tara wishes she could make a joke or something about catching flies but she can’t catch her breath as a thin dribble of drool trails off of his swollen bottom lip and coats the weeping purple tip of his cock.

Tara wants to ride his fucking tongue until she gushes so much that it’ll drip off his chin and down his chest.

“Ethan.” And Tara’s voice isn’t a whine but a warning and Ethan- sweet boy he is, so good for Tara and Chad both- sobs wetly, bottom lashes clumped with emotion, squeezes the base of his cock, other hand flying to cup his balls, hips straining fruitlessly to chase the burning ache Tara knows is casting him aflame. He waits and Tara isn’t sure if she likes the dark thrill of having these two delicious men at her beck and call, willing to do anything to make her feel good. Doesn’t know if it’s their pleasure or pain that makes her belly twist just right. But right now, stuffed full and so close to the edge that she feels herself about to careen over it, she settles it as a discussion for another night.

“Cum for us, baby boy. You’ve been so good for mommy and daddy.”

Thick white ropes of cum accessorize Ethan’s blue polo, his ass lifting off the chair as he strains down against his planted feet. His face is angelic, lips a circled “O”, cheeks cherry bright and a singular droplet of sweat skiing down the slope of his profile.

Chad chokes, slamming into Tara, fingertips suddenly pinching her clit just the way she needs and she’s gone. All three of them, cumming together in their fucked form of intimacy, Tara muffling her scream with her teeth buried in her arm.

#scream 6 #scream smut #tara carpenter #chad meeks martin #ethan landry #tara x chad x ethan #ot3: scream-creaming #tara carpenter smut #chad meeks martin smut #ethan landry smut

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acornsandoaktrees · 10 days

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this is why Thranduil doesn’t leave Middle Earth right after BotFA. he has his daughter’s health and healing to protect, and is in a unique position to do so

Alphes woke alone, reaching. "Tauriel?" She cried, voice barely there, then with more desperation and strength, "Tauriel?" "She is not here." Haerel answered her call. Brun braids and olive skin, nervous hands and stitched face. "Where is she?" Alphes croaked, chest impossibly tight. She wanted her, wanted her, wanted her. The soldier swallowed thickly. "Gone. She's gone." Feeling for the support of an armrest, he fell into a chair beside her. "She left the morn after the battle. Slipped away in the twilight. I saw her go." Alphes turned her eyes to the caved ceiling: unfamiliar white, a tent. She was in a cot. Fine fabric of clothes and a thin sheet stung her skin. Fragrant herbs caught in her nose. The rest of the camp was quiet outside walls rippling in a breeze, and a consuming heat lingered within her. "Why did you not--" A cough tore her throat and spiked through her torso in horrible lances, "--pursue?" Folding his hands into his lap in order to still them, Haerel looked down. "She meant to go. Someone met her at the edge of camp." "Who?" Alphes tried to shift up, then grimaced and relinquished quickly. Haerel watched with caution and no small amount of fragility; hers or his she could not say. "I do not know. A Man. A girl." Sigrid, perhaps, her mind suggested. What was Tauriel thinking? Tears pricked Alphes' eyes like fire. How could she leave? Haerel shifted, paused, then committed to standing. He bowed haltingly and rose stiffly. "I must find a healer so that they know you're awake." Alphes nodded and let him go without complaint. Later, healers helped her rise, cloud of pillows propping her up. Ethuilas -- she'd accompanied the military force, their greatest healer -- held her hand as the bandages were removed, not complaining even when she squeezed tight at the sting of salve. 'Our healing saves many things, but it cannot prevent the scars,' she signed to the princess as the burns were covered again, 'This mark will be with you forever.' Alphes pulled in a breath; Thranduil burst into the tent. He was breathing fast, evidently having sprinted all the way. His face was drained white with terror. "Aiya," he muttered, wind knocked out of him by the sight of Alphes awake on the cot. She looked incredibly like her aunt's burnt corpse animate. Alphes smiled at her father, shifting up higher against the pillows. "Hi, Ada. I'm okay, don't worry."

Legs giving out beneath him, Thranduil collapsed at her bedside and clasped her pale hand between his. He brought it up to his quivering lips. "I thought I had lost you, iellig," he whined in a broken whisper upon her skin. She did not know what to say to comfort him. She wished she could. He had lost another, hadn't he? What a horrible thing -- to know the touch of dragon fire.

#lotr #the hobbit #tolkien #tolkien elves #lotr au #greenwood kids #aaotverse #acorns and oak trees #alphes of greenwood #tauriel of greenwood #haerel of greenwood #ethuilas of greenwood #thranduil of greenwood #sigrid of dale #post botfa

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sashimiyas · 2 years

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for @miya-dynasty baby <3 kissing you all over your face i love you. oh this is angsty btw as expected for nhi

Atsumu doesn’t expect you to answer when he knocks on Osamu’s door. Off season gives him time to mooch off his brother, hang out on his couch, and live a little of their childhood again. This visit of his youth happens to include you. He side eyes his brother when you greet him, cheery at the call of his name, exactly like the way he’s always imagined. Osamu looks away in shame. He knows.

Atsumu’s never admitted his tiny, smidgen of a crush on you back in high school, but by that look of guilt, there must have been some part of Samu that knew.

Something sick festers in Atsumu’s gut but the blow is softened at the press of your nape. He closes his eyes and inhales, the kinds you take right before it rains.

“We’re just friends with benefits,” Osamu says at dinner, an unusually quiet one where their utensils do more of the talking than their mouths. The athlete takes it as an olive branch, but he sees right through it. His brother neither admits nor denies his guilt.

Neither does he when he says, “as long as the both of ya are happy.”

He meant it, he really did, but it doesn’t take long for Atsumu to realize he’s playing a very fucked up version of house. It’s a house where he sleeps on the living room couch, where Osamu has the audacity to sneak you in but the sensibility to at least wait until he’s fallen asleep. It’s the kind of house where sometimes you look for him just to say goodbye, a nervous wave at your fingertips, and it’s the kind of home where he catches you and his twin fighting while he swishes mouthwash behind his teeth.

“Fine, it’s whatever,” you mumble, grabbing your things and making your way out.

Atsumu barely makes it to the sink to spit out his gargle so he can stop you.

“I don’t have to go, right?” Osamu half heartedly follows, pleading more than anything. “It’s not like we’re dating.”

You spin right in front of his door. Venom evident on your tongue, “I fucking get it, Osamu. We’re nothing.”

You cross your hands in the air, shaking your head at the same time and Atsumu just knows from his stance in the kitchen that you’re crying. “Nothing! You don’t have to keep fucking reminding me!”

“Tha–”

“Shut the fuck up.” You glare at him, lips pursed in a line to stop them from quivering. “Shut the fuck up right now and let me fucking leave in peace.”

The twins watch you walk away. Osamu’s front door swings in your rage. When the sting in his heart burns more than the mint on his tongue, Atsumu runs out. He looks back at his brother, still confined in a stupor.

“Aren’t ya going to chase after her?” Atsumu’s incredulous. He looks both ways for any hint to where you’ve gone and when Osamu looks down once more, Atsumu cannot help but snarl. His brother’s guilt sickens him and he makes an internal vow to never be like him.

Atsumu runs and he realizes maybe he never meant his words at all because when it comes to happiness, all he cares about is yours.

He finds you near the bus stop in an angry hunch over the bench and debates. Then he sees the bus slowly creep in front of the stop. Atsumu’s an athlete. Analyzing the distance, he knows he could reach you if he ran, but for some reason his feet stays planted. For some reason, it already feels like it’s too late, that the reason why you hesitate to take the first step into the transit is for some other reason that’s not him. So he turns around and walks back to Osamu’s home.

He thinks his brother is a coward for not wanting to commit to you.

But you’re somewhere off probably crying in public and glaring at anyone who has the audacity to look at you. Osamu’s angry chopping in the kitchen, onions most likely to give his eyes an actual reason to burn. And he’s outside his door, hands in his pockets and leaning against the wall.

You’re out there.

And they’re still here.

“Damn,” Atsumu says to no one but himself, “we really are twins.”

#reina.writeshaikyuu!!#haikyuu angst #sorry babes it's not my best work #i have excuses but im not gonna give one because at the end of the day i made this because i love you #reina.lovesatsumu #reina.lovesosamu

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lesbianspeedy · 11 months

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Connor has called Ollie solely "dad" since Quiver why is he calling him "Ollie" now 😭😭😭

This is mean but I laughed out loud when Connor said Tim was the first person he talked about when he was figuring out being ace years ago. Lol. Lmao even. Tumblr really gaslit that poor writer into thinking Connor and Tim had an actual friendship with all their clamoring about him being with the wrong Bat huh. "Where were you?" GEE I didn't know you had to give daily updates to that one kid you teamed up a few times and had some friendly banter with. I love queer solidarity and the whole thing about us finding each other before we even know we're queer but. NO Connor would not have talks about his sexuality with Tim. Cmooooon you're telling me the first person he'd talk to about being ace wouldn't be Kyle "you can tell me if you're gay, Connor" Rayner?

At least that "this is just another thing me and Ollie don't have in common" anxiety is something already established. Like, that's basically the same thing he says to Roy when Roy takes him to that strip club even if it's an issue by Winick (do you ever stop to think about how unintentionally well laid out Connor being ace is and lose your mind a little bit?)

I'm just. Really sad about how Ollie and Connor's relationship is being presented to this new generation of readers. It's like we regressed to the time Ollie was dead, ya know? And I don't like Connor solely for his relationship with his dad, I want him to be a character on his own. But I can't help but being saddened by how he is losing his relationship with everyone that matters. For better or for worse, at least the new GA series is gonna have him interacting with his family (but what about Kyle, Eddie, Jansen and Moonday, ya know?)

The thing is that the story is good and I like its message. It just... Could be with any other character

im tempted to post this without an "answer" because its really well laid out and deserves to be a post on it's own. but i just rlly like ur points and want to interact with them so.

i think there were a few times between quiver and now where he interchangebly used dad and ollie but i get what you're saying, referring to him like hes estranged still was odd.

i totally agree, the idea of queer solidarity is important and should be shown, but i think this was a weird choice to go with. i think the most intimate (from my memory, i havent reread connor's run in a while) question connor ever asked tim was whether batman was his dad (at that time the answer was still no, as jack hadn't been killed yet). and that was only asked because connor was still his charmingly-awful-at-secret-identities-self. the part of their limited friendship that was interesting was the dynamic of new-sidekick-legacy meets new-main-legacy (for lack of a better descriptor), both struggling to uphold what they thought was expected of them. they never got to really advance from that stage of knowing each other to being at a place where they are friends out of costume, let alone discuss their SEXUALITIES.

i agree that the not being in common thing was a nice nod to past character complexities, though it felt slightly like it was the writer genuinely believing that to be true, and not just a rehash of connor's complicated feelings.

i know, its a weird stage we're at now, the resistence to fully accepting the connor that came from the end of his green arrow run, not just the beginning of it. by the end he had come to peace with being green arrow, and not being his father but that being okay. and that's not to say this is all the current writers fault (though williamson has done absolutely no favours with his writing), as winick and krul absolutely demolished any character connor had for their angst and whatever. (remember when connor aggressively yelled at mia for complaining about being stalked by zatanna without being told? or when after being turned into plastic and losing his memories he then decided he hated buddhism and oliver?). (not to mention the seperation from eddie jansen moonday kyle and. despite all of this complaining. tim cass and steph. winick set this precident and i will never forgive him)

i agree, it had good framework, and it couldve been a much more cohesive story if they. had just not used this friendship.

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In the Blackness

PART II OF III

PART I: THE BRUTE DIVINE

body horror, hanahaki, and canon-typical violence. comprehensive tags and warnings on ao3.

feat. art from the amazing @olives-and-lilies !!

wc: 15,411

“Master,” Obi-Wan called out, eyes wide. There was something in his throat. He swallowed once, twice, and it only lodged further up. “Ma—” When his voice broke he started coughing, the lump in his throat getting sharper and harder.

Qui-Gon was at his side when he next looked up, one hand steadying Obi-Wan by the shoulder as he started to sink to his knees. “What is it, Obi-Wan?”

Dark spots crowded his vision. Obi-Wan could only just barely take short, shallow sips of air, even as he coughed and coughed and coughed, even as Qui-Gon rubbed one hand up and down the quivering length of his spine and did something with the Force to try and—he didn’t know.

He couldn’t breathe.

Obi-Wan stared at his hand fisted in the front of Qui-Gon’s tunics. His knuckles were white with pressure. He couldn’t quite feel his hands, all the same, vision dimming and dimming at the edges. Qui-Gon’s deep voice was a rumble just at the edge of hearing. The hand between his shoulder blades—unmoving, now—burned like a brand.

He couldn’t have caught some sort of virus or flu originating on Mandalore. That was just preposterous. Obi-Wan’s biology was perfectly compatible with—

Obi-Wan doubled over and hacked a crimson spatter of blood and matter onto the shining durasteel floor. It was ugly and dark, half clotted blood and the soft tissues of Obi-Wan’s throat and mouth, half—something else. He kept coughing—and coughing—and coughing. Another trail of thin roots, hairy with offshoots and rough with half-dried dirt, followed onto the floor. By now his coughs had taken on a distinctly hoarse sound and they were great, agonizing things, like they were turning Obi-Wan’s lungs inside out with each heave.

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azurelyy · 2 years

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Hi! I love your writing so much. Quickly have become one of my favorite bloggers on here! Is it too late to request Shikamaru for the headcanon game? 4 & 14?

Ahhh, stop! This made my whole day - thank you. Not too late at all, I'm happy to do it <3.

Shikamaru:

4. Angry Headcanon

Shikamaru is not a man who likes to raise his voice, he finds it irritating and too much effort. When he feels himself become angry, when that fire lights in his chest and his vision begins to blur, he will excuse himself to go out for a walk. No matter how angry he is, whether it be at you or at forces out of your control, he still makes sure to extend an olive branch.

"I have my phone," He tells you as he puts in his headphones. "If you need me, for anything, you call me. Texts will more than likely not get a response from me for awhile. Okay?" And you would nod at him, a gentle smile on your face, and his heart would quiver in his chest as he shut the door, leaving you alone.

When you're made at him, it's a different story. Sometimes you cry, sometimes you give him the cold shoulder. No matter what, he goes about things efficiently and calmly, mapping out the best strategy in his head to get you to stop being so upset.

"I'll sit and watch one of your dumb chick flicks with you tonight," He would offer with a shrug. "Unless you're too upset with me. That would really be a drag."

14. Romance Headcanon

He has never been the type to give you grand romantic gestures; he isn't Heath Ledger asking you to prom on the bleachers. No, Shikamaru likes to show his romantic side through small acts of kindness; those are much easier and your reaction to the little things makes his heart turn to gold, your cute face dazzling and beautiful as your eyes sparkle with love, acting as though he has just moved mountains for you. He will ensure your water bottle is always filled up, he will give you little touches whenever you pass by him, he will finish putting the dishes away or vacuum for you while you run errands. Each gesture adds up, and your sweet kisses are the best reward he could ask for.

"Maru!" You would exclaim, giddily wrapping your arms around his neck. "You didn't have to do that." He would blush light pink as he gave you a small smirk.

"It was sort of a drag," He would sigh as your lips pressed lightly onto his, his strong hands resting on your waist.

#shikamaru headcanons #shikamaru nara #shikamaru x reader #ask away #azurelyy writes #sasuke x you #shikamaru is so hot i stg #shikamaru

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skylarmoon71 · 8 months

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Timeless Wells (Flash) Soldier- Chapter 21

“Don’t tell me you’re already giving up.”

You exhale, and the minute your eyes open, you feel weightless. It feels almost peaceful. Turning your head, you’re lying in a bed.

“My apartment..”

You don’t remember going to bed at all.

“About time you stopped lazing around.”

The man that walks through the door leaves you breathless.

“James..”

The brown haired male wears a bright smile. So do the other half dozen soldiers that walk in. They are all dressed pretty casually.

“Sleeping beauty woke up finally. You know you always were a princess.”

They rush at you on the bed laughing. Jumping on the bed as they tackle you. Your laughter mixes in with theirs and you fall off the bed. James is on top of you wrestling, and the rest of them watch, laughing heartily.

“All right, enough of your foolishness.”

Another soldier yells as he throws a pillow.

Your eyes tear up. Most of these faces were ones you never thought you would see. But now here they are. The light that beams from your window gives an almost angelic glow. As you look around the room, you feel nothing but joy. The smiles on their faces. The pure unfiltered happiness is surreal.

The door opens again, but the man who walks in isn’t who you expect. He’s decked down in dark clothing. His eyes glow an unnatural green. That face, you know that face.

“Oliver Queen?”

“You can call me The Spectre. Follow me.”

He turns, heading out the door, and you don’t follow immediately. You hesitate. Looking back at your friends. Standing slowly, you head out the door. The second it closes behind you, that all disappears. The door is gone, and you’re standing in what looks like a forest.

“W-What did you do to my friends!!!”

“You can go back to them if that’s what you want.”

“That is what I want.”

“Then why did you follow me?”

You clench your jaw.

“What game are you playing?”

This is unnerving.

“I’m sure you realized by now what’s going on.”

“Yeah I’m dead."

“And how exactly did you die?”

“That’s simple I was-” Your brows furrow. Because you don’t quite remember.

“I was..” You backtrack.

“You should have never crossed me Yale.”

Justin.

“I-Iris and Barry they’re hurt!!”

“That is correct. But you’re dead. As you’ve seen you can have a happy ending. What you saw back there might have felt like a dream. But it isn’t. If you choose to leave, then you can be reunited with your real friends. You wouldn’t have to carry around that guilt you feel everyday. The overbearing weight or surviving while they didn’t.”

You waver, hand shaking slightly.

“I..I could be with my friends..My family..”

“Yes. They are your family.”

He’s looking at you expectantly.

“If the right choice is going with them back there, then why are you here?”

‘I’m just here to help you make a decision. There are no good or bad ones. I’m your moral compass in a sense."

“So what you’re here to convince me that just giving up is the coward’s way out.”

“That’s up to you.”

“THOSE PEOPLE BACK THERE ARE MY FAMILY!!”

“Then what’s stopping you from just going to them.”

What was stopping you? As he said, you were dead. There isn’t anything you can do to help Barry and Iris. Ultimately, the cops would find them. It was only a matter of time before someone realized something was amiss. They would save your friends.

Or maybe…that’s what you were trying to convince yourself.

“Once you go back through that door, you’ll be happy. You won’t remember how you died, or even me. Right now you’re standing on the line of life or death. All you have to do is choose.”

Your lips quivered.

From the moment you’d seen the impossible, you wanted nothing more than to forget. A part of you had prayed that you went down with your team. Maybe somehow that would ease the burden. You would be with the only people who ever gave a damn about your existence.

But abandoning Iris and Barry, even Harrison. You can only imagine the havoc that would arise if his secret was discovered like this. He would be painted as some kind of monster.

For the first time, you needed to be better.

You needed to face this, rather than take the easiest route and run away. From your feelings, from your fears. From your pain. Throughout your life, you’d never really faced anything. You just kept running from one challenge to the next in hopes that it would make you feel less like a waste of space. Now you are given the chance to prove that you aren’t a coward. That there were bigger things in this world than dwelling on guilt and shame.

You need to fight.

You need to go back.

Oliver smiles.

“It seems like you’ve made up your mind. "

He takes a step closer.

“Please..take me back. I have to help them. I need to save them.”

He holds out his hand.

“Then let’s go back together.”

You nod, lifting your hand as you grasp his.

The green orb of light that follows makes you gape.

“T-That night..it was you..”

He shakes his head.

“As it turns out, you’re destined for much more Ms. Yale. Or should I say, Green Lantern.”

The light spreads throughout the entire space, and you feel nothing but the warmth around your body.

#soldier #bodyguard #barryallen #oliver queen #spectre #family #fight #powers #harrison wells #timelesswells #trust #protective #harrisonxreader #care

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scattered-winter · 2 years

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In all his years, Kaldur'ahm had learned two essential things about Roy Harper.

One: he never asked for help.

They were eerily, achingly similar in that regard; never faltering, never pausing. It infuriated Kaldur at times; when Roy spiraled, he put everyone at a distance. He refused to accept help from anyone, not even those he loved and trusted most.

It could be said that Kaldur did the same, but what did it matter? He and Roy were…not family, not quite, but friends. Brothers-in-arms. They'd fought through so many battles together; it was strange to run missions without the familiar blur of red in the corner of his vision, the hail of arrows raining down from nowhere.

He ached to help his friend find himself again, regain his balance after his world had shattered beneath his feet.

But Roy Harper did not ask for help, nor would he accept Kaldur's offers if they came.

The second thing about Roy was this: he always, always put others before himself.

It was what Kaldur’ahm liked about him. He was heroic even without the bow and quiver, even without the armor and domino mask. He recognized others' needs and met them, even if it meant causing himself discomfort and perhaps even pain.

Which was why, when Roy called him and asked for help, Kaldur’ahm knew something had happened.

He'd been at Mount Justice, as most of his days had been spent lately. His phone (a gift from Dick,) chimed, a name flashing across the screen.

Kaldur immediately exited the room and scanned the text, excitement and anxiety thrumming through him. It had been only about nine months since the revelation that Roy—the Roy he knew—was actually a clone, programmed by the enemy to infiltrate their ranks. Roy had helped them win back the day, and promptly disappeared. He'd been absent ever since, refusing any offers for aid or comfort.

This was the first time Roy had reached out to Kaldur rather than the other way around.

Roy H.

hey. can you meet up? I need your help

of course. are you all right?

Roy H.

I'm fine. I'll text the address

A moment later Kaldur's phone chimed once more, the address flashing across the screen. He pocketed his phone and set out at once.

_____

Much to Kaldur's surprise, the address was in Star City. He would have thought…in the last several months, Roy had expressed his desire to separate himself from Oliver Queen and the other heroes he'd come to see as family; yet here he was, in his old city, calling for help.

Kaldur couldn't deny the chill of anxiety prickling at his spine. What could have possibly driven Roy to these extremes? What could have motivated him to return to Star City, openly ask Kaldur for assistance?

Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

The address was a small apartment complex on the outskirts of downtown; invisible among the other complexes and office buildings. Impossible to find unless one knew it was there; the significance was not lost on Kaldur’ahm. Perhaps Roy still wanted to keep away from the life and everyone in it.

Kaldur trekked up the stairs to the top floor, trying to act natural. It wasn't easy when he was still wearing his combat suit, his gills and webbed fingers on full display.

Thankfully, the only residents who saw him were an old woman smoking outside her door, who only gave him a passing glance despite his Atlantean features, and a young child absently scribbling on the wall with chalk. The child stared at him for a moment, eyes wide. Kaldur smiled at her as he passed, and the girl returned to her task of defacing the wall.

The address Roy gave him placed him at the very end of the hallway at the very top floor. The door was worn, the paint on the walls chipping. Kaldur hesitated before lightly knocking.

Footsteps on the other side, then the door opened and Roy was there.

Kaldur had been prepared for anything, or so he'd thought. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight he was met with.

Roy leaned against the wall, looking more exhausted than Kaldur had ever seen him. His hair was disheveled, his eyes shadowed, and the ghost of a beard was darkening his jawline. Most of all surprising, however, was the child in his arms.

It was very young, no older than a few months; chubby face, chubby arms, chubby legs. A sheaf of soft auburn hair feathered its head, and it wore a green dress and only one white sock.

"Kaldur, thank God," Roy breathed. He stepped aside to let Kaldur inside, propping the infant on his hip.

Kaldur was too shocked to anything but enter, and close the door behind him.

The apartment was surprisingly nice; a small kitchen and countertop, a living room with a couch and television, a hallway that presumably led to bedrooms branching off to one side. A soft baby blanket was spread out on the floor, and there were several small toys scattered about.

Roy pulled out a chair and motioned for Kaldur to sit across from him; as he complied, Roy began to gently bounce the baby on his knee.

A dozen questions swarmed through Kaldur's mind, a hundred, a thousand. Where were you why did you leave why didn't you reach out sooner where have you been?

But all he said was, "Whose child is that?"

Roy sighed heavily, one hand curling around the infant's chest; she wrapped a chubby hand around his finger, and the softness in Roy's eyes told Kaldur the answer moments before Roy said, "she's mine."

Kaldur felt his brows pull together. "Jade's?"

Roy's shoulders slumped a fraction, a torrent of emotions Kaldur couldn't quite name flashing across his face. He nodded.

"Where is she?"

"She…she left." Roy looked so bleak at that, so lost. Kaldur took another look at him; the unshaven stubble, the shadows beneath his eyes, the barely concealed mess in the apartment. How long had he been trying to care for the child alone?

The baby blew a raspberry, leaning toward Kaldur and reaching out with a pudgy hand. On instinct he reached out in turn, and wondered at the softness of the infant's skin as she gripped his finger with surprising strength, her pale hand sharply contrasting his deep brown skin.

She looked up at him with big gray eyes and blew another raspberry.

Kaldur's heart melted. He'd always liked children, and this child was, to put it in surface terms, really fucking cute.

He couldn't stop the smile that tugged at his lips as he asked, "What's her name?"

Roy's expression softened as he looked at his daughter, exhaustion briefly overpowered by a love so warm and powerful that Kaldur had to avert his eyes. "Lian."

Kaldur moved his hand up and down in an imitation of a handshake. "Hello, Lian. My name is Kaldur."

Lian blew spit bubbles at him.

Roy breathed out a sigh and wiped the spit away with his sleeve.

At once, Kaldur remembered why he was here. "What do you need, Roy?"

"Will."

Kaldur blinked. "Pardon?"

Roy hesitated, eyes flicking to Kaldur's, shifting away. "I'm…not Roy. I mean…I don't know. I guess…it just…doesn't feel like my name anymore, after everything. And now that the…real Roy is back, I just…"

Kaldur's hand was currently held captive by a drooling infant, but he rested his other hand over Roy's wrist. "I understand. Will, was it?"

Roy—Will—nodded, tension bleeding from his shoulders at Kaldur's touch. "Yeah. I'm…experimenting for now, but it…feels right."

"It suits you," Kaldur said softly. "What do you need?" Lian brought Kaldur's hand to her mouth and began to gum his fingers, but he let her do so without complaint.

Will blew out a breath, leaned his forehead against Lian's back. "I just…I need a break. Just a few hours. But I need someone to watch Lian, and I—" His breath caught, exhaustion and emotion bleeding through the edges. "I can't trust anyone right now," he whispered. "Except you."

Warmth bloomed in Kaldur's chest, and he lightly squeezed Will's wrist. "I'd be happy to."

The grateful expression Will gave him was almost enough to rival Lian's determined squint as she tried to eat Kaldur's fingers.

"Thank you," Will whispered, voice cracking. "Seriously, I—thank you."

Kaldur held up a hand. "You can thank me after you get some rest. You look terrible."

Will let out a light chuckle and passed Lian into Kaldur's arms. "If I was any less tired, I'd take offense to that." His tone was light, indicating that he was only teasing. It was a relief to hear that tone after only hearing bitterness and anger for months. The small but genuine smile Will gave him before disappearing down the hallway was even more so.

_______

Kaldur’ahm was put into the unique situation of caring for a child from another species. But he'd cared for multiple Atlantean infants, and to his mild surprise, there were more similarities than there were differences.

Lian fussed whenever he tried to place her onto her blanket, so Kaldur just kept holding her; he had no desire to disturb Will's rest if he could help it.

He gave Lian toys, which entertained her for quite some time, but after a while she began to fuss, and nothing Kaldur did seemed to soothe her. He gently bounced her on his knee like he'd seen Will do, he rocked her, tried to distract her with the glow of his magic.

But Lian just squeezed her eyes shut, clenched her little fists, and wailed louder.

Eventually, Will stepped out of the hallway, rubbing a hand over his face. He looked much better; he'd shaved, attempted to tame his hair. Pillow creases crisscrossed his cheek, and Kaldur felt guilt pool in his gut.

"Sorry. I can't get her to stop," he said over Lian's wails, trying to keep his panic to a minimum. Had he broken Will's daughter?

Will just shook his head and reached to take her. "It's ok. I had a good nap." He glanced at Kaldur's expression and broke into a laugh. "It's not your fault! She's just hungry."

Kaldur's brows shot up. "So…I didn't do anything wrong?"

Will laughed again and opened the refrigerator, letting the fussing infant sit on his hip as he rummaged through the contents. "Geez, Kal, haven't you dealt with babies before? I thought you liked kids."

Kaldur cleared his throat. "Atlantean infants," he pointed out. "I'm…unfamiliar with human babies."

"Well, fair enough," Will conceded, retrieving a bottle filled with milk and closing the fridge. He sat at the table and pushed the bottle toward Lian's face; she immediately stopped crying and began to drink.

Kaldur rubbed a tired hand over his face and watched the pair. Will still looked tired, but nowhere near as exhausted as before; his expression as he watched Lian grasp at the bottle was something gentle, warm, held close to the chest like a winning hand. Kaldur almost felt as if he were intruding, but he couldn't quite bring himself to leave, either.

Lian finished off the formula and Will showed Kaldur how to burp her before moving into the next room to get Lian's crib ready. Kaldur held Lian to his chest, gently patting her back and letting her tiny fingers trace his tattoos.

Will returned just as Lian let out a tiny burp, and Kaldur reluctantly handed the infant over to her father.

Will smiled at Kaldur before taking Lian to her room. He returned about twenty minutes later, sinking down onto the couch with a sigh.

"Is she asleep?" Kaldur asked.

Will nodded. "Yeah. She's gonna wake up a few times in the night, but for now she's out."

Kaldur hesitated. He had no plans for the next day, and was reluctant to leave his friend alone after only just seeing him again, but did not wish to intrude.

He didn't want Will to be upset with him again. It had been miserable enough for the past several months, and Kaldur was certain he'd had enough for a lifetime.

Will was studying him, green eyes dark and pensive in the fading evening light. "Are you okay?"

Kaldur shook himself and sat up straighter. "Yes."

Will's brows drew together, and he breathed out a sigh. "Bullshit, Kal." He sounded tired. "I'm…sorry for leaving."

Kaldur exhaled, crossing his arms across his chest. He absently rubbed the tattoos on his biceps as he said, "I know. I'm not angry with you for running, Will. I want you to know that."

Will shifted on the couch so his legs were tucked beneath his body, and waited.

Kaldur continued. "I just…I missed you. I know you've been through a lot, and you needed your space, but…" I needed you, he wanted to say, wanted to scream. He'd been an undercover agent for months. He'd been with his father—the man he'd never met but always yearned to know—and had lied the entire time. And then he'd betrayed him.

Kaldur didn't regret it. His father was a horrible man who had done horrible things. He was glad he'd never have to see him again.

But Kaldur couldn't deny that he had longed for companionship throughout his ordeal. He'd longed to have someone to talk to, someone to listen. He'd just wanted his best friend.

Will was still watching him, probably reading every emotion that crossed Kaldur's face, like always. If possible, he looked even sadder.

"I'm sorry," he said again, his voice barely penetrating the silence. "I've been a really shitty friend. I ran out on you, didn't let you come close, let you go through hell alone. I'm sorry." Will shifted to face him, expression open and pleading. "Can we…can we try this again?"

Kaldur hesitated, studied Will's face, the earnestness in his expression. Lian had changed him, Kaldur realized. She'd forced Will to accept the hardships of the past year and even begin to move on from them.

He let his lips tick upward into a grin. "I suppose we can give it a shot."

Will grinned and pulled him into a hug. Kaldur returned the embrace with equal enthusiasm, savoring the feel of being close to his best friend once more.

When they finally parted, Will rubbed a hand over his eyes and glanced at the clock on the stove.

"It's pretty late," he said, rising to his feet. "Wanna stay over?"

Kaldur smiled sheepishly. "If it isn't too much trouble," he admitted. He didn't feel up to the long journey back to Happy Harbor. Not at this hour. And…he didn't want to leave just yet. It still didn't feel real.

Will took his arm and led him down the hall to the bedroom. "Come on. I wanna get some sleep before Lian wakes up."

Kaldur hesitated. "I can take the couch?" He offered, but Will waved him off.

"I'm not making you take the couch, dude. Plenty of room on the bed."

He shoved a set of clothes into Kaldur's hands, told him to change, and that was that.

As it turned out, that was only the first of several more nights to come.

they r on my mind <3

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Ivy froze as she listened to Dr. Quinzel. She kept her expression perfectly schooled into a neutral one, refusing to give any more inches than she already had. She didn’t want to make it obvious that she was hanging on the doctor’s every word. She felt a great many emotions inside of her. Fury, that she thought she had the right to be speaking with her at all. It was a well known fact that Ivy hated humans, so having one assigned to speak with her was an insult. Uncomfortable, because Dr. Quinzel seemed to actually understand. How could this shrink understand and empathize with her so well, when they had never met before? How she grasp in a few minutes what others haven’t realized for years? It made her feel seen on a microscopic level, and Ivy didn’t want anyone to know her that well. Not again. Not after him. She also felt intrigue, that maybe Dr. Quinzel could help her escape. She seemed to be sympathetic, and if she really did believe in her cause, it should be a given that she help Ivy out.

However, the next emotion was one she wasn’t expecting. Shock. When the plant came out, Ivy instantly reacted, unable to keep her face blank. She caressed the pot, feeling the material to make sure it was the right kind of pot. She dipped a finger into the soil, feeling that things weren’t quite perfect, but it certainly was a start. She could feel the rose calling out to her, and her hand quivered as she stroked a leaf. It had been so long since she had laid eyes on a plant, so long since she had touched one.

Hearing Dr. Quinzel explaining what came next was hard, as all her attention was on the plant, but she managed to tune in just enough to hear her. Ivy felt the next emotion reach her, pity. Did Dr. Quinzel not know how dangerous she was with a plant? Was she unaware of exactly how much danger she had put herself in. The blonde across from her was either unaware of it, or calculating.

Thinking about her proposal, there was no way that Dr. Quinzel just wanted to be Ivy’s friend. Nobody did. Everyone always had some kind of ulterior motive. Would she be getting things to turn into the courts? The media even? Ivy didn’t know what to do. Because she wasn’t good at making friends, either.

But the possibility of never seeing the rose again, the possibility of not being able to see any plants or feel the sun on her skin until someone organized a breakout was terrifying. Although with this plant, she could get out. Was the doctor extending an olive branch of trust? Would she repay her kindness in getting her the plant in getting her fired or even killed? If it even was a kindness. Well, even if it wasn’t she still did it. She still gave Ivy something she had desperately been wanting, needing.

Ivy felt the twitch, the call to seize control of the asylum and she made her choice. Smiling, she stroked the leaves, minding the thorns. Her green eyes turned away from the rose and looked into Dr. Quinzel’s blues.

“I could kill you and everyone else in this place with this.” Ivy said, her tone delicate and light. As if she was talking about the weather. “For most of them, I wouldn’t shed a single tear. Humanity is a plague.”

Ivy returned her gaze to the rose, growing it just a little before she stopped. “However, I think you have great potential as a botanist. I’d hate to waste that away, so few people care about plant life at all. I won’t throw away the ones who do. I’m willing to undertake this project with you.”

Although, her tone turned curious, looking at Dr. Quinzel with narrowing eyes. “Why did you take the chance?”

#onlyheartaches #guest star: poison ivy

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do you know when oliver and roy reconnect in the comics? I've read a lot about roy but don't know as much about ollie. I know after snowbirds Roy starts doing his own thing but I'm curious how much they run into each other after that and how they got to the point of being close again and ollie babysitting lian and stuff. love your blog btw!

Uhm…… so like their next appearances after Snowbirds we see them working together still as Speedy and Green Arrow before Roy goes his own way, and we have indications that Roy and Ollie are interacting in the in between because we have Ollie going to a Great Frog concert, and in Roy’s apartment we see (signed) pictures of Ollie that are consistent with his current appearance and Roy talking about Ollie to baby Lian. We also have several instances of Ollie asking Roy to talk and being respectful of Roy’s boundaries around them interacting

Iirc there isn’t the kind of strong emotional reconnection that you’re probably looking for until we get to I think it’s Green Arrow (1988) #75(?) in which Roy is brainwashed and sent to kill Ollie, and Ollie snaps him out of it by offering Roy his bow with which to kill him as sort of retribution for everything. At the end of this issue they hug and Roy calls him “dad” and it’s very touching. Easily one of my top Ollie and Roy moments.

They don’t interact much before Ollie’s death. And it’s really after Where Angels Fear to Tread that we see the reconciliation on Roy’s part and the sort of acknowledgment of Ollie’s change and the effort that Ollie put in to be the dad he deserves, and the sort of acknowledgment that he and Ollie could have reconciled earlier and how that itself is a source of pain. And it’s this period in Roy’s life that really sets him up to let Ollie in again after Quiver, and to choose to reestablish that strong father-son bond that allows us to get such amazing content as Ollie babysitting Lian.

Unfortunately a lot of this development happens off page, but it’s fun to piece together all the evidence. I’m actually working on a master post about that as I embark on my Great GA Re-Read (tm pending lol).

I hope this helps!

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morallygreysimp · 1 year

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THE FLASH…II

CHAPTER TWO: ANXIETY

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of anxiety, heights and dangerous and violent actions

Never in his entire life had Oliver witnessed such a quiet Starling City. He was certain that even when he was on the island there hadn't been a single night that silent. That calm. There weren't cars speeding down the streets. There weren't men dressed in black hiding in the shadows. There weren't drunk boys trying to pick a fight or harass some poor girls. Felicity was strangely quiet, no news about a robbery, a murder, a deal; nothing. It was almost scary. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe what was actually scary was the nauseating feeling that had settled in his stomach at the beginning of the night. A feeling that by the sunrise was making him hyperventilate. If the city was so serene, then what was the reason of his anxiety?

"Felicity"

He called once. Then another time. Then another. She was probably asleep on her desk. Oliver shook his head. He dropped off the roof he was on. One specific roof. As he was on the edge of it he smiled to himself. He subconsciously turned his head around to look at the empty dove he was about to leave behind. His mind replayed what had happened a year prior.

"I'm not sure if I can be like you, some vigilante"

The younger man had said, a despondent, no disappointed expression painted on his face.

"No"

He had responded.

"You can be better. You can be something I could never, an inspiration, a hero. You can watch over the city like a guardian angel, and save them. In a flash"

He had said to him, in a almost desperate attempt to erase the sadness from the other man's heart. The feeling of great happiness that invaded his heart when he saw Barry's smile was possibly the most amount of happiness he had ever felt in his entire life. In that moment Oliver had found himself incapable of control his reactions, so he let a small smile slip. A smile that could only grow at the sight of his dimples. What was happening? Why was he unable to restrain himself and his reactions? How was Barry capable of having such an impact on him? Oliver lowered his head and slightly chuckled.

"And take your own advice, wear a mask"

He said, then took what was probably the only moment of sanity since the start of the conversation and walked away. As he was about the jump from the edge of the roof, the same voice that had distracted him just a few minutes before, spoke again.

"You'll help me, right?"

Barry's voice was shaky, as if he had let his anxiety take control over him once again.

"I'll be there, every step of the way"

A breath of wind brought Oliver back to reality. An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as his eyes made contact with the street. He took his hood off and run his hands through his hair. What was happening? Why was he feeling so preoccupied? He run his hands over his face sighing again. He took his bow in his left hand, clenched it around the metal. His right one searched for an arrow in the quiver attached to his back. He shot. He jumped. As his feet touched the ground he let out another breath. His head swirled with thousands of different possible explanations. He went through every single one of those thoughts and neither one of them seem remotely reasonable. His mind wandered to Barry. Bartholomew Henry Allen. His Bear. His. Oliver didn't even remember when he started calling Barry his. Or how for all it matters. It just happened. That spark they felt when Barry infiltrated into Queens Consolidate grew. It became a flame, then a bonfire, then huge fire. A fire either of them had intention to extinguish.

Oliver let himself smile as he turned his motorcycle on. He hopped on and turned right, then left. The foundry grew closer and closer, every mile brought up a different memory: Barry saving his life, their first "crossover" as Barry had addressed as, the late night calls, the late night runs, their first date. Oliver found himself thinking about their first date.

"How about we start tomorrow"

A strange wave of courage had washed over him. He had hesitated to jump off the roof. He didn't know why tho. He didn't understand why. He just stopped on the edge. Stopped and started talking. It felt like he was watching himself from above. As if someone had taken possession of his body.

"Like starting to train?"

Barry's voice was light, filled with confusion.

"You have woken up from a coma what? Six, seven hours ago? I was thinking more about a meeting?"

"A date"

Said Barry. And Oliver went completely quiet. Was that what he meant? Did Barry want it to be a date? Did Oliver himself want it to be a date? Again as if he was watching somebody else answer for him, he opened his mouth and said

"Exactly like a date"

The two of them felt that little spark grow a bit bigger, a sense of warmth and tranquility spread in both their chests and they smiled at each other. Oliver jumped. Barry run. They left each other behind, but not for long.

The ride to the foundry was as smooth as the night Oliver had just spent jumping from a roof to another. As he entered the warehouse Felicity jumped from her chair, adjusting her glasses and her blouse. Oliver quietly chuckled and shook his head. Felicity sent him a poisonous look and flipped him off, while she stretched her legs and sat back down on her chair. Oliver slowly undressed himself, set his quiver and his bow aside and placed his mask on its stand. His mask. The mask Barry had made. For him. Oliver had a very long time to get to know Barry Allen. He now knew his quirks, his virtues, his flaws, his darkness and his light. However he still couldn't understand why would he take time and effort to make him a gift after he had tried to kill him. He was grateful non the less.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a loud ring. He jumped and looked around, searching for the source of such loud noise.

"It's your phone"

Felicity said with a scratchy, tired voice. When Oliver picked it up from the desk a new, fresh wave of anxiety hit him like a tsunami. Iris. Iris never texted. Iris never called. Why would she reach out at 6:47 in the morning? Was she the answer to the nervousness he had felt all night? Was the source of said nervousness Barry? He answered.

"Oliver"

Her voice was shaky, Oliver could picture her puffy, red eyes and her wet cheeks.

"Zoom"

She said. That's all she needed to say. Oliver ended the call. He took his jacket and helmet and hopped on his bike once again. However this time he was sure the ride was going to be way much longer.

#oliver x barry #barry x oliver #barry allen #oliver queen #dc comics #the green arrow #the flash #original child character #original character #olivarry #nora #nora allen #caitlin snow #felicity smoak #cisco ramon #iris west #joe west #jay garrick

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thewatchau · 2 years

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From this picrew

I’ve been sitting on this for a while, but I really wanted to put a couple of my DnD characters into the Watch, and this is the first! This campaign fizzled out a while ago, and most of their story adapts nicely.

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Name Ash Bates

DOB 17th March 1598

House Marvin

Orientation Acearo nonbinary

Appearance

Short and slight, approximately 5 feet tall and looks like a good breeze might knock them over. Tanned, olive skin, freckled beyond belief, with a dark brown, curly hair and brown eyes. Dresses in greens and browns usually, with clothes that looked like they were too big for their frame and mended many times. Is often seen with flowers in their hair, or otherwise wearing a flower crown.

Personality

First impressions of Ash will convince you that this is a quiet, anxious, innocent, sweetheart for whom butter would not melt in their mouth. Anxious is correct, innocent, mostly. Ash likes to observe long before acting, and will often be nervous about acting too. They’re especially nervous around people, and the most at ease when out with their bow. However, there is a mischievous streak, borne of being the youngest of four.

History

Born the youngest of four siblings in the westerly parts of House Brody. Father is a carpenter, mother an ex-mercenary. Their oldest sibling, Terry, was a Knight in the Guard Coalition before he disappeared. The next one, Carson, is a tinkerer in Monacoil’s Lake District with his boyfriend, while Ash’s closest in age sibling, Hudson, is training to be a carpenter like his dad.

Ash grew up very close with their brothers, Terry specifically, even though he was about 19 when they were born. Terry wasn’t home much, but Ash loved it when he was. Ash’s brothers were very protective of Ash, which led to them not really learning how to stand up for themselves, which only exacerbated the already present social anxiety.

Their mum, being an ex-mercenary and member of the Mercenary Syndicate, taught all of her children to defend themselves early on. Terry was the only one who really took to it, but all four of them can fight with a sword if need be. Ash’s father would take them out on hunting trips a few times a year, usually towards the Cuartalan Wetlands, where he hailed, but sometimes on the edge of the Western Forest too.

Ash was 5 for the Overnight Defence, and spent most of it awake, being passed from father to brother as Terry and their mum ran around the village, trying to see off the threat and protect people.

In late 1613 two key things happened. One, Terry disappeared from the Guard. No word from any of his squad mates, the Guard have no idea what happened. It’s like he vanished into thin air. Second, a raid hit Ash’s hometown, and Ash spent some time defending it with their bow, once was the raid was over the adrenaline finally faded and they had the worst panic attack of their lives.

Ash’s mum never expected any of her children to become merceries, except maybe Terry, so him becoming a Knight was something of a disappointment, even if she was still proud. Still, she never expected Ash of all people to have the makings of that career. So, she began to push them towards that career path, when Ash really didn’t have any plans. Eventually, the combination of their missing big brother and the building pressure from their mum broke something and Ash ran away in the night. Taking their brother’s old leather armour, their bow, quiver and arrows, some food and some money.

From there they didn’t really have much of a plan. They wanted to prove that they could succeed without their mother breathing down their neck, and maybe find their brother? Ash quickly met up with two others, two mages called Astas and Iryienn. Together they did some freelance odd jobs and mercenary work as they made their way towards Monacoil. When Ash met them, they were not entirely honest about their name. Their full surname is in fact ‘Batesman’, but ‘Bates’ was all that came out when they introduced themselves.

Along the way Ash gained a pet rat they named Sting, a mysterious egg they found in an abandoned Trader’s caravan, kept tucked under their armour until it hatched into a red winged snake they named Nar. They also unlocked their magic unexpectedly, with some help of a benevolent Fae who took the form of a black rabbit with green eyes. They’re not sure what their focus is yet, but they seem to lean to nature based and healing magic.

While travelling with Astas and Iryienn, they ended up involved with helping Astas’s boyfriend, a man named Turo who’d been mixed up with the Enemy’s forces and they had to go rescue him.

At the moment Ash is in the Forest District in Monacoil, training to be a Ranger in the Forester’s Guild. While they are not apprenticing under the same person, they often wind up working with Lara Mason. They meet up with Astas and Iryienn regularly, and while they know Carson is in Monacoil, Ash still hasn’t worked up the nerve to go see him.

Ash is still technically missing, they haven’t told their family where they are yet.

DnD Stuff

Level 3 Fighter (Champion, Archery Fighting Style), Level 1 Druid (aiming for Circle of Dreams, very Fey and Healing based)

Str 14, Dex 16, Con 11, Int 13, Wis 15, Cha 9

Prof- Animal Handling +4, Nature +3, Stealth +5, Survival +4

Other Notes

Terry

Terry is now a puppet, after running away from the Guard to do some soul searching from learning that his father is not his bio father. Bad luck buddy. Not exactly how it went down in the DnD world, but that never came up and still definitely spoilery, so just in case we ever pick it up again, Terry’s story is staying quiet. I also don't know a lot of it, that's in the hands of the DM, should we ever start it up again. So some assumptions have been made for the Watch.

Mother

Given the family name of Batesman, it makes sense for them to have hailed from Haneul, and I would say that Ash’s mother’s family did. She also is missing part of her arm from the elbow down, which she uses as her shield arm. I just image her shield has a custom backing where she can tie her arm on and there’s a fake arm or something so the shield holds the position it should.

Sting

Sting in the og campaign is in fact an imp, who mostly takes the form of a crow for Ash, but they met while he was in the form of a rat. While imps are typically familiars, Sting is not Ash’s familiar. Due to a very enthusiastic paladin (guest PC) Sting’s original warlock was smote with extreme prejudice, and Ash adopted Sting.

In the Watch, Sting is a normal rat that Ash befriended.

Nar

Nar is a winged snake based on a Thai Bamboo rat snake. In the campaign Ash found Nar’s egg in a stolen merchant’s caravan, and I never actually hatched him while the campaign was still going.

In the Watch, Nar’s egg was from Vaqone, which is home to gliding and winged snakes. How did it get to Duilintinn? I assume some Trader thought it was cool, and unfertilised.

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Some songs I associate with them

Little Pistols-Mother Mother

Two Birds-Regina Spektor (this is mostly an Ash and Terry song)

This’ll Be the Day-RWBY

On another note @fairyofsomething drew Ash for me (they played Astas), and when I met Fay last year, they gave me the original copy. I’m basically saying that Fay is the best.

#Meet Your Watchers #House Marvin #submission #Ash Bates #Carson Bates #Terry Bates

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missroller15 · 2 years

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Just wrote this and I’m so sorry in advance. This actually turned out decently well for something I wrote so quickly. It’s set around season 4 before the first episode where Jess comes back so that’s just an idea of the setting! :)

It was dark, moonlight only glistening in through the grimy window by the doorway. When Jess managed to pick the lock, he grimaced at the sight. The apartment (if that’s what it could even be called in its condition) wasn’t much, to say the least. It was just about two rooms, each one small with the floors covered in random mattresses, sleeping bags, and blankets.

Most of the people who stayed never returned for more than a day from what he heard about this run-down building so when Jess stumbled upon it, he took quick advantage of the leftover water bottles, granola bars, whatever useful edible thing he could find.

As he searched through the rest of the empty space, his foot hit a box by a plastic chair that was propped up against the fridge. The cardboard box tipped over, a cluster of random items flooding out. Worn out baby toys and clothes, a rusted ring missing its diamond. An MP3 player. Jess squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look at it through the dim room. The chipped painting gave away somewhat of an idea on how old it was. Even the earbuds that were attached seemed pretty old, but it was still decently in shape.

Jess glanced around, making sure no one was near before he leaned down and picked it up. It was just the perfect weight to carry around. A bitter chuckle escapes his lips as an image of his ten year old-self begging his mother to consider buying one comes to mind.

He remember the reasoning like the back of his hand. Music was so similar to literature in the way, it could take Jess away from the places of the real world. From letting him focus on himself. He could think about someone else’s feelings, not his. Not how he felt when 5th grade bully Jack Clayton threw his personal edition of Oliver Twist in the trash can. Or when he discovered the notepad full of notes he wrote on his favorite authors as well as books was scribbled all over. Along with the addition of newer notes written, many along the lines of: Weirdo. Guess that brain is pretty useless after all. All you do is think about fake people. No wonder no one likes you.

Who would want to think about feelings on that? Jess remembered thinking at the time. It wasn’t just self-pity he felt settled in but frustration, vengeance, anger. At anyone real. At his mother who repeated countlessly, “I won’t have enough, buddy. You enjoy food more, right?”

Jess huffed through his nose as the memories continued filtering through. He shook his head, tossing the music player back on some mattress. The momentum must’ve been too much because, a split second later, it hit the ground with a clunk.

He turned around to walk out when notes of a song began to quietly play. He stopped cold in his tracks. The memory returned all too quickly, drowning him in. Jess was reminded of the one person he could bear to associate with school positively..

“You know, the whole reason studying exists is so you can make it through the tests. Those things that help your grades that’ll get you into college.” Her voice, dripping in optimism. Light, just like her smile as she looked at him brightly. He sat up, tilting his head at her. “I didn’t realize I already discovered the secret to time travel because this conversation sounds way too familiar.”

Rory laughed a bit, leaning towards him. “Well, I guess they don’t call me Doc Brown for nothing.” She looked at him, her lips quivering in a straight line to keep from smiling. It was intoxicating.. in the best way. She was. He leaned in, meeting her lips. Moments like these made his mind go hazy yet electric all the same. His hands found her waist, pulling her close. He felt her smile right before breaking away. Jess frowned, a puzzled look flashing across his face.

“Not so fast, mister. We’re still here to study.” She folded her arms across her chest, trying to keep her face as stern as possible.

It faltered a bit when he leaned in close enough for their foreheads to touch. His hands found hers, fingers intertwining. He kept his tone hushed, trickled with innocence. “I’m a good student, I promise.”

Her face flamed as she gave him a quick peck and pulled away with a small grin. Rory jumped up from the couch and stood a couple feet away. “Oh c’mon, that’s not fair!” Jess pouted, slumping in his spot. She paced back and forth in front of the couch for a few moments before facing Jess, tapping her pencil against her chin.

“Alright, I got an idea. If you are so against studying academics right now, then I have a compromise that will satisfy us both, I hope.”

Jess sat back up, an intrigued grin growing on his face. “Is that so, Gilmore?”

“Yup. Now stand up and come on over here.” She replied with a gesture to the general area of Luke’s apartment. Her eyes lingered around, searching for something. “Ah, there it is!”

Jess followed her line of sight as he stood with an immediate groan when he realized what she was referring to. Rory lugged over Luke’s boombox and set it on the coffee table. “Hey, I don’t wanna hear any of that. You got that, Nancy? This’ll be fun.”

He sighed with a defeated smile, taking her hand. She pulls out a cassette from her pocket, a crimson blush dancing across her cheeks. Jess stared in a mixture of shock yet admiration. “Had it all planned, didn’t you?”

“Would you look at that, Holmes cracked the case.” She placed the cassette tape into the player and closed it in. The song began blasting. Rory’s eyes widened as she whipped around to lower it. “I cannot believe I forgot to lower the volume! I knew there had to be something, of course there’s always something-”

Jess grabbed her by the waist and turned her around, planting a kiss on her lips. Her eyes flickered to his, shyly once they broke apart. Beautiful. He resisted the urge to kiss her again and cleared his throat. “So, I gotta warn you I’ve got two left feet. This may end in disaster.”

Her hands wrapped around his neck as his hands remained planted on her waist, still keeping her close. Her eyes gazed into his as the two slowly practiced a few steps. Her voice was soft, comforting. “You’re doing great, I haven’t lost any toes yet. That’s a good sign.”

“Hey, don’t count that out yet.”

She laughed, leaning into his shoulder.

The two continued swaying, not thinking about the rehearsal. Just the music guiding them. He pressed his hands to her cheeks. Her eyes flickered to his, an indescribable shade of blue, full of care. Of love. For him..

Her mouth met his and like every time, everything just disappeared. Just that song somewhere in the back of his mind, as an anchor to reality. To let him know she was his and he was hers.

“Who are you, kid?”

Jess blinked, the original setting returning as he realized he was sitting on some random mattress near the box, the MP3 player clutched in his hand. The song ended on its last lyrics. He immediately stood, a hostile reality hitting him like a ton of bricks. While a man was by the doorway. Not just a man, an officer. He took a step closer but Jess backed up.

“You don’t live here, do you?”

He remained silent, looking down at the ground. He let himself slip up. What an idiot, Jess repeated over and over again as the MP3 player fell from his hand, it hit the ground more forcefully than before. He might’ve flinched at the noise if his mind wasn’t already preoccupied. No ideas came to mind on what to do. None of them good anyway. The officer took a couple more steps in, leaving a space just large enough for Jess to squeeze past through if he bolted.

No, no. Don’t be an idiot, Jess. You already messed up once.

“You have anywhere to go? Any home? I don’t think this is your spot, son.” The officer spoke sympathetically, walking slowly towards Jess.

The doorway was completely free now.

Jess’ hands balled into fists as the horrible feeling of dèjà vu kicked in.

Leaving, running, abandoning. Yelling, flunking high school, the last look from her on that bus. It came back in flashes, scenes that were torn up in a book that he never wanted to re-read. He needed to just get to the next chapter, through each word, each next step. Maybe, he’ll find an ending that’ll make him smile again. Even a small grin will do.

That won’t be today.

So he ran.

Not looking back, ignoring the footsteps behind him, his heart beating erratically as he tried to find an exit out of the building.

The officer’s footsteps became quieter as did his yells, the farther Jess ran down and turning the halls. He eventually found one, his lungs burning he stumbled towards a tree. The pitch darkness masked him as he sat down against the trunk, trying to slow down his breathing to a normal pace.

Once his brain could function on common sense rather than survival, the pure fear trickled into him as he realized this place wouldn’t be good either. He’d need to leave. His throat clogged up, not feeling quite ready to make his way towards his next temporary place. It was always the same.

An endless cycle would occur that he wanted to believe got him somewhere (or eventually would) but it didn’t. It never did. The process just restarted, keeping him on the same track, replaying like a broken record. He hated it, like nothing else, but all the while, it didn’t feel worth fixing anymore. It worked, at the very least.

He looked back down at his backpack and unzipped the front packet, hoping to find something to eat. His mistake cost him the food and extra water from the apartment. There wasn’t a gas station nearby so the extra money tucked into his pocket wouldn’t do much. He continued, feeling around the pocket, looking for anything when he felt something else.

He pulled out a picture.

It was him with her. Smiling, holding each other, lovestruck like a disease. A whisper of that grin came back for a second. He couldn’t remember the last time he seemed so happy. He wondered if Rory was home--

Home.

The horrific image of Stars Hollow followed.

Stuffing the picture back in, Jess stood up and began preparing to head back for his car. That’s what he’s going to need. Stars Hollow wasn’t his home. It never was. And it never will be.

#jess mariano #gilmore girls #rory gilmore #literati #home is where the heart is am I right? ;)#i just love these two so much but my goodness the pain they cause-#also lemme know what song you imagine them dancing too!!#i wanted to leave it to you guys bc there are far too many literati songs out there that could've been picked so the choice is up to you! <3

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