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thegreymoon · 3 days

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The Story of Minglan

Minglan, save me 😭

I have one more day of work tomorrow before I can take a couple of days off. I've been working 10-hour days for the past twenty days (well, 9, with a one-hour break in the middle) straight. I have so many non-work related things to do but I will probably do none of them and just sleep. I'm just so drained and counting on a c-drama to give my brain an extra boost to get me through tomorrow, though Minglan at this point in the show is probably a bad choice. The Empress Dowager and the stupid court politics just exhaust me and I'm just hoping for a miracle at this point 😭😭

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Does anyone actually care about these random people and their manufactured drama?

We see so little of Molan and Changbai, Rulan and Hualan have dropped off the face of the Earth and instead, we are here debating if this rando raped that other rando or if he was set up over some dumbass scheme I couldn't care less about. If all this doesn't start becoming relevant with super speed, I will be very pissed off.

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How convenient 🙄

So, was she murdered or did they pay her to kill herself?

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OMG!

Is this the first time we've seen her with her hair down? She's so pretty!

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Ah, so that's what we are getting at.

Honestly, I am not buying the whole contrivance. If the Emperor had simply said, "Gu Tingye, you go!" I would have been aboard at once, it would have made sense, it would have been what was expected. We really didn't need this whole mess with their army buddies. All it did was annoy me.

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I am so looking forward to this baby because there will 100% be some drama like Madam Qin trying to smother him in his cradle or something and I need this drama to go back to being interesting ASAP.

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LOL. LOL. LOL.

There is a reason the plot is pushing so hard to send him away right at this precise moment. Sorry, Minglan, but I am looking forward to your attempted murder.

On the bright side, at least they can't stuff him with another concubine while he's away on the pretext that his legal wife is pregnant, eh? 🤣🤣

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Wait, where is Nanny Chang?

Why isn't she with them already?

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Granny's back, at least.

Small comforts.

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LMAO, drag her Minglan.

This aunt Kang is the most pointless villain on this show and it is about time Minglan stopped putting up with petty bullshit.

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LMAO, shut up, bitch.

She has several, all of whom could eat your shitty ass for lunch and still walk away hungry.

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What even.

Again, I ask. When does Minglan start murdering these people?

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LMAOOOOOO 🤣🤣

Nanny Chang going out to murder people is fine by me, too!

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LMAO, merchandise?

Is this a translation thing or do they really call it that in Chinese? Like bun in the oven?

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LMAOOOO 🤣🤣

End her, Nanny!

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Nanny is taking no prisoners today!

58 episodes into this drama and this is the first time I'm seeing someone openly tell a bitch to fuck off 🤣🤣

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OH MY GOD, SHE JUST KEEPS GOING!!

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Ah, so her true surname is Wang after all!

I keep wondering why they address her by her married surname when all the other women keep their maiden name even after they marry, including her sister.

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LMAO, is she for real?

Bitch, Gu Tingye will skin you alive!

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AAAAAAAAND SHE'S BACK!!

I AM LIVING FOR THIS CARNAGE!! 🔥🔥

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsoml ep58

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achilleslyre · 9 months

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ffs so much shit just happened and got revealed to me rn i need to stop talking to my family omfgg……..

#talks to aunt who reveals sickening info to me about x #-> tells my dad to not post about thing on FB bc x found out about it bc x’s friend saw it and told her #-> dad gets super pissed at x’s friend and messages her like ‘did you open your fat mouth about [thing]’#-> i wasn’t supposed to even tell my dad about it but told him just so he woukd not post about thing or future thing at all anymore #and x’s friend will now tell x that my dad messaged her about thing meaning he found out somehow and will figure it was cause of me #-> x will then probably put two and two together n realize that i probably met up with my aunt and she told me that she n x know about thing #i dont want x knowing anything about my wherabouts or that i talked to aunt #-> aunt will prolly be told off for telling me #-> aunt will prolly get mad at me for telling my dad (but i had to so he’d stop posting about thing)#and the thing is that !!!! my dad was explicitly told not to post about thing so that x will never find out ! this is so fucked up!#i’m rlly pissed off rn that x’s friend told x bc she knows EXACTLY why x was never supposed to know about it…. and told anyways…#also mad at my dad bc i told him not to do or say anything and just not post thing anymore but he went and straight up messaged x’s friend #about it which will cause issues for me #family is NAWTTTTTT worth it #why is my family such a fucking shit hole lol #thing is i straight up had to tell my aunt i would walk right out of the restaurant if she didn’t tell me how she and x found out about thin #for her to actually tell me how she found out… the fact she wanted to keep it a little secret or w/e………… i’m so pissed rn #why are family members who’ve abused u ur whole life so obsessive about finding shit out…… fuck x i hope she dies dead #jitter bugs u

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bimbobaggins69 · 3 months

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˗ˏˋ𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 ˎˊ˗

bar-back e.m. x fem reader

blurb request: barback!eddie who let’s you try his newest concoctions on the house🤭 by @bcyhoods

authors note: thank you for participating in my little celebration and sending in your request(s), love. This was such a fun one to write and totally got away from me. Anyway, hope you like! <3

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A fog of smoke greets you as you walk through the double doors of the hideout, some run down dive bar in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, surrounded by cows and cornfields. You can’t help but grimace as each step you take is met with sticky resistance under the soles of your brand new loafers.

You take a seat at the bar, running your fingers over the skirt of your dress while you wait for the bartender to notice you and while you do, you take in every inch of him; in his black leather jacket, long brown waves and rings galore. He’s not like anything you’d ever seen outside of an MTV music video.

You’d spent your whole life around preppy assholes who thought polos and boat shoes were cool. They’d never be caught dead in that bad boy attire or much less in a sketchy place like this. That thought made your heart race with excitement, you set your sights on him and prayed your sweet charm and flirty banter would work in your favor.

“Uh, what can I get ya, sweetheart?” The smoothness of his voice instantly makes you want to clench your thighs, but you decide against it as your eyes meet his.

“Mmm, got anything sweet?” You ask with a flirty smile, you don’t want to lay it on thick too soon, just little by little for now.

“Sure, I can whip somethin’ up for you.” He says proudly, bending down to grab a whisky glass and a bottle of some fruity liquor. “Sorry, we don’t have anythin’ more fancy, we really only get beer and whisky orders here, if you can believe it.” He says sarcastically as he looks around the smoke filled bar, met with older working men and bikers who were, to no surprise holding an aforementioned beer or whisky.

“It’s fine.” You say, waving off his apology with a small swat to the smoky air. “So… aren’t you a little young to be bartending?” You ask curiously, also as an attempt to keep the conversation flowing.

“Ah, well you’d be right. I’m not quite a bartender yet, more of a bartenders assistant if you will. But…” he looks around with dramatic flare, making you giggle. “She’s not around at the moment, so looks like you’re stuck with me, princess.” The pet name sends a thrilling swoop straight to your stomach.

“Maybe I wanna be stuck with you.” The words are out of your mouth before you have a chance to fully process them and you immediately want nothing more than to swallow them back down. Your face heats up with humiliation when he raises an eyebrow that gets lost somewhere underneath his shaggy bangs.

He doesn’t even acknowledge your little slip up, instead he shakes his head as a smirk forms on his pretty lips, all the while pouring some red liquor and pineapple juice concoction into your glass. You both let the awkward silence flow around you, although the bar is anything but silent.

“So, tell me what ya’ think?” He beams, scooting the half filled glass closer towards you. The silver of his rings glint off of the yellow lighting and you can’t help but want to do some very shameful things to those fingers while he’s wearing those rings.

After the third concoction of his amazing fruity cocktails, you begin feeling that familiar burn in your chest. You’re nowhere near drunk just feeling loose, which was never good for the people around you.

“So, why haven’t I ever seen you around?” The metalhead asks as he takes a seat next to you at the bar, the bartender had since come back and told him he was off the hook for the rest of the night.

“Well, I was on my way to Loch Nora to visit family…but, well I got a flat and pulled into the parking lot and thought why the hell not? I could use a drink before I go see my uptight aunt and asshole cousin.” You ramble, before stopping yourself with another sip of your coconut cocktail.

“Uptight and asshole seems to be the theme in this shit town.” Eddie chuckles as he watches you between sips of his cheap beer.

“Uptight and asshole also seems to be the theme in my family.” You quip back with a small smile.

“Well I don’t know about uptight but asshole is definitely the theme in mine.” He smirks as he playfully pushes into you with his leather clad shoulder.

“Yeah, well you haven’t met assholes until you met the Harringtons.” You say back with a playful push of your own.

“Harrington? As in S-Steve Harrington?” He stammers, turning towards you in his bar stool as his eyes bore into yours, awaiting your answer.

“Oh, so you’re acquainted with king asshole?” A smile radiates across your face that makes Eddie noticeably gulp.

“Y-yeah, I guess you could say that. But, yeesh I think you might have me beat, sweetheart.” His laugh is boisterous and loud over whatever metal song is playing through the old speakers.

“Tell ya what, how bout I call you a tow truck and cab…and uh, these drinks are on the house since you were nice enough to be my taste tester.” The look on his face tells you he’s anything but ready to see you go. So of course, in your loose as a goose but extremely coherent state, you say something you never would’ve just an hour ago.

“Well, since you gave me something to taste, it’s only right if I do the same, no?” You throw in a flirty wink in a desperate plea to stick the landing of your intended innuendo.

What you didn’t realize was that he was in the midst of taking a sip of his beer and once those words slipped past your lips he immediately went into a violent coughing attack, his eyes wide as if in complete and utter disbelief while you swat at his back, trying to help him catch his breath.

Once his coughing died down, his eyes met yours again and the apples of cheeks bloomed a pretty pink, embarrassment clearly overtaking him.

“W-were you serious?” He asks, as if he was contemplating your proposal and that had the thrilling swoop vehemently returning to your stomach but now it traveled down towards your core as you clenched around nothing.

“Very.” Is all you say, but your eyebrow lifts in question before you begin to stand from your barstool.

Your hips sway seductively as you make your way to the dingy bathrooms, a smile overtaking your futures when you hear sneakers squeak behind you. You push the door open and are immediately met with graffiti riddled walls; it’s filthy, disgusting and so fucking thrilling!

You hear the door shut and lock behind you, and when you slowly turn you’re met with those warm brown eyes that you’ve been fawning over all night.

You don’t say another word, instead you take a few calculated steps over towards him before pushing him up against the graffitied door and smashing your lips into his, in an intense and desperate kiss. He moans into your mouth when your tongue sloppily glides against his, the kiss is all consuming and has you weak in the knees.

His lips pull away and you chase them with a whimper that has him smirking down at you with a cock sure grin.

“Up on the counter, princess. I want that taste you promised me.”

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questionableratatouille00 · 9 months

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ʜɪɢʜᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴄʜ. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: In an effort to get the two of you to bond, Tony Stark sends you and the ex-assassin Bucky Barnes on a road trip together. The problem? You hate each other. The situation? Two weeks in a car together. The reward: three days of a resort vacation. And the problem? He's kinda cute.

Warnings (Entire Series): Enemies-to-lovers, cursing, sexual tension, angst, fluff, crying, fighting, violence, chaos, mentions/talk of trauma, discussions of mental health, and potentially more.

Warnings: Enemies-to-lovers, cursing, sexual tension, reader wears lipstick, heels, and a dress, insecurity on Bucky's part, brief allusion to disordered eating (Bucky), mentions of Bucky not doing so well, mentions of Bucky's trauma in general, and Bucky is probably written wrong. (Trying my best lmao)

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

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It had been easy to find a store selling dresses made to look like they were from the 1940's. The Brandon Center, the little store that could only be found in Brandon Briar, had an overwhelming amount of them. You'd left Bucky to find whatever he needed, you instead opting to browse through all the pretty dresses. There was a large selection, filled with pretty prints and colors.

Bucky, perhaps ten minutes ago, had interrupted your browsing to tell you that he was going to wait in the car. You had simply nodded, quickly glancing at the bag he carried.

A stunning red dress caught your eye. It had a little belt to go around your waist, with 3/4 satin-cuffed sleeves and a matching satin heart-shaped collar.

Sure, there were other dresses in a similar color, but once you saw this one, there was no going back. You checked the tag, making sure that it would fit.

Grinning once you saw that it did, you took the hanger off the rack before looking through the jewelry stand. When you found nothing that fit your style, you sighed. You walked to the register, and you were greeted by a woman, probably in her sixties. Her hair was dyed blonde, which looked good with her blue eyes. She wore black eyeliner all the way around her eye, with thick mascara to match. She grinned, a heavy country accent coming in thick when she spoke. Though you'd only spoken to a few locals, they all seemed to have the same accent.

"Hiya! Will this be all for you today?" She had a nametag on her floral blouse. Brenda.

You nod. "Yes."

"Okay. Oh..this is a pretty thing. You plannin' on comin' out by the old diner for the dance tonight?" She laid the dress out on the counter, examining it.

"Yeah. It's..it's in that little square, right? I saw the string lights this morning when I was driving by, but I didn't really have time to look."

"Yes, yes. The decorations are always gorgeous. Wait a minute..oh, this is from Mr. Lee." She said, beginning to fold the dress. When she noticed your confused expression, she grinned.

"A while back, we had a guy donate a bunch of old dresses like this after his wife passed. His wife was friends with Peggy Carter, funnily enough. Anyway, we kept a bunch of those dresses in the back for a few years. Forgot all about them. Until now, that is."

You nodded, though the mention of Steve's almost-kind-of-basically girlfriend startled you. A younger girl, maybe a college student, stepped out from the door next to the register. The creaky wooden floor announced the presence of another customer, as did the bell on the door.

"Aunt Brenda, can you help Ms. Owens? She wanted to look at that green dress I told you about." The girl said. Her hair was brown and straight, going down to her waist.

"Oh, yes." Brenda turned back to you. "Stacy will ring you up." She explained, placing the folded dress into a white paper shopping bag.

She walked out from behind the counter, Stacy taking her place.

"Sorry about that." She apologized. "That'll be $23.99. Hero's discount."

When she glanced up to you, she smiled a little. "Don't worry. You blend in a lot. Most of the people here are older, and anyone who isn't is just a young couple coming here for the festival. My great aunt and my grandma live up here, so I stay here every summer to help with the store." She assured.

Once you paid, she waved you goodbye as you walked out of the shop. Bucky was waiting in the driver's seat of the truck, scrolling on his phone.

"Y'know it starts at 6:00, right?" He asked when he heard the truck door open.

"It's 3:15, we'll be fine." You rolled your eyes, buckling your seatbelt. You didn't say much on the drive to the hotel, instead thinking about what else you were going to wear.

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Bucky stood inside of his hotel room, not sure what to do. You had decided to close your door to his room, and he decided to do the same.

He showered quickly, before getting dressed. He felt stupid as he glanced at himself in the mirror. He knew how he was supposed to look, but none of this felt...right. He tied his hair into a low ponytail, just to keep it out of his face.

He opened his door to your room, just to be met with your door closed. He knew it was going to be closed. Of course it would be closed. There was no reason he should feel so...disappointed.

Disappointed? No. No. Bucky was sure of it. He barely tolerated you. You were annoying, and you liked starting fights for no reason.

But he couldn't deny the feeling of excitement he got when he saw your name light up on his phone.

Ready. That was the entire text message. And somehow, a single word made his stomach feel light. Without typing a reply, he stepped into the hallway of the hotel, before he saw you.

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"You look..fine." You mumble, refusing to say what you really meant: hot.

He nods awkwardly, before tilting his head towards the elevator. Nodding, you walk with him to the elevator, and you try and study his expressions as you wait to get to the first floor.

He looked lost in thought. Shit. That was never good. If he wasn't talking, whether that meant exchanging insults with you and Sam or marveling at modern technology with Steve, he was lost in his head.

One thing you'd noticed about him since he'd moved into the Compound was that he was getting better. Better, in the sense that he wasn't staying holed up in his assigned bedroom pretending that the world didn't exist. Better in the sense that he was talking to people now. Better in the sense that he wasn't waking up violent or screaming in the middle of the night. Yeah, sure, he's a petty asshole who's extremely good at pissing you off, but even semi-joking insults are better than eerie silence and pure fear of the outside world.

When he'd arrived at the Compound, he'd avoided everyone, even Steve. He didn't speak, barely acknowledged people unless he had to. He didn't eat. He could barely sleep. It was like he was a ghost. The first time Peter came over while Bucky was around, Bucky seemed to have shut down a little. Peter was a good kid. He stayed over in his room during weekends, or even occasionally during weekdays in the summer. He didn't ask intrusive questions, and he really did try his best to make Bucky feel welcome. But it really just terrified Bucky.

After a few months of court-mandated therapy, which slowly evolved from twice a week to once every two months throughout the span of a year, he seemed to recover. He slowly learned to get out of those post-HYDRA habits he'd picked up. He'd eat with the rest of the team. He'd join in on weekly movie nights. He'd even help Wanda when she cooked for the monthly 'nice-family-dinner' days. She always loved making the food for those. He started watching baking shows with Vision. He'd hang out with Natasha. He pestered Steve in a way only a best friend ever could. He made jokes. The first time you ever heard the former brainwashed assassin make a joke will be forever ingrained into your mind. It had been some stupid joke about Steve's old costume, and it had shocked everyone in the room. Except for Steve.

He only went silent like this on particularly bad days. Nobody ever said anything, because they knew that would only make it worse, but it was obvious whenever something rough went down. 'Bad days' meant days that followed nightmare-filled nights, or days that involved flashbacks or recovering from flashbacks, or days that were ruined by something triggering him.

"You good there?" You decide to speak up, just as the elevator door opens.

He nodded quickly, beginning to walk to the truck. He hops into the driver's seat, and you don't fight him on it.

"We're a bit late." You note, glancing at the time. 6:13pm. Technically, it started at 6:00pm and ended at 10:45pm.

"Holy shit." You say aloud, looking through Bucky's window at the beautiful decorations. There were string lights strung from light posts, and hay bales for some reason, and other cute things. There was a little stage set up, with a small band playing vintage songs. There were little stands set up where you could buy food or random 1940's themed shit.

"You ready?" You looked to Bucky, before checking in the mirror to make sure the red lipstick you'd applied hadn't smudged.

He nodded, parking the truck against the sidewalk. He waited for you to walk around the front of the vehicle to join him.

"I'll grab us some dinner. You up for this? We can always go back--"

"I'm fine." He said, and at first you thought that he was getting annoyed at you, before a quick glance to his face assured you that he was just trying to convince himself of this. "I'm fine." He repeated.

The air was warm, and the yellow light of the string lights combined with the street lights made Bucky look..really nice.

"Ooh! That place looks good. C'mon!" You grabbed his hand, pulling him forward.

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fl3shm4id3n · 10 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 '𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭' 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.

ᴛᴜᴋᴛɪʀᴇʏ ᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʟɪ ɴᴇʏᴛɪʀɪ'ɪᴛᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴜᴍʙʀᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: Deja Blu team, weapons (guns), reader is tall af (7'0).

A/N: I wasn't going to write today, but I had to finish this.

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You had ran after the kids, but after an explosion that had happened shortly after the chase you and the little kid got separated together in the forest. You were getting up from the floor, groaning in pain after the hard impact from the floor. "Ugh, I hope that didn't leave a mark.." you said to your self as you rubbed your forehead. "Aunty!" you heard a small voice say, then you felt someone hug your leg. You got up quickly and got a few feet away from the little one.

"Whoa whoa, slow down little one, I am not your aunt" you said, looking down at the small na'vi child. "But, aunty" she whined, this made you get a bit annoyed. "Will you quick calling me aunty?!" you said in a mean tone. Causing the child to start to sob out of sadness and she covered her eyes with her hands. You sighed, annoyed, getting down to her level. You got one of your guns and used the other side as a handle while you used the actual handle to push the little one's forehead up. "If there's two things I hate in this world is cockroaches and crying babies" you said, making the little one listen, but you thought about your words again.

"Well, a crying baby cockroach would be truly terrible, so don't you dare cry" you said sternly, seen how the little one had stopped sobbing. "Yes aunty" she said, again you rolled your eyes. "Fine" you said, getting up from the floor. "You've got to be a strong little one in order to survive in this place. What's your name anyway?" you asked. "Tuk.." she said while rubbing her eyes clean. "Tuk?" you repeated, seen how the little one nodded. "Hm, you must be Jake Sully's child?" you asked.

Tuk only nodded. "Hm, wonder where this Daddy of yours is." You said. "He was here with my mommy and my brother, he came to save us... I want to go home!" she whined, going straight to hugging your leg. Making you stubble back a bit and you pried her your leg. "Well, I can't just drag you along wherever I go little one, perhaps, who knows where your daddy is and my team are. So you better not be getting attached to me." You said. "Yes, Aunty" she said.

You just sighed. "Come now little one, I'll help you get back to your family, that's all" you said, turning away, but you felt her get a hold of your long braid, making you groan in pain. You turned and got her to let go of your braid. "And you have to promise they will be no crying" you turned away again, but turned back to her. "A single tear or you'll be crying alone." You warned. "Got it?" you asked again. "Okay aunty" Tuk said with a little smile, you could only just groan and began to walk away, while Tuk followed.

Finding her family shouldn't be hard right? Maybe once you help the little one back home you'll be able to go back to the RDA or at least look for the base. The problem was that you had no idea where to go, the jungle was huge and you had no clue on what was out there, so you had to be prepared to fight any kind of danger. Not only that but you were also babysitting a child who thinks of you as her aunt, weird. Many years back you had promised yourself that you'd never be a mother or care for a child no matter the circumstances. Or so you thought.

The whole journey, Tuk had been telling you stories about herself and her family, at first it annoyed you since she wasn't speaking clearly. Often mixing some words together or forgetting what to say, but over the time you got used it. You began to understand her a bit more and tolerate her a bit. You also couldn't help but notice how she began to try and walk like you, even try to pose like you. You didn't care at first, but you kept noticing how she really tried to be like you in a way, she is a child after all and she was still trying to figure out what and who she wants to be in the future.

When she'd asked about you, she wanted to know who and what you were, also why you had joined the bad guys who were clearly after her father. You were honest with her, you had just joined out of boredom. You had nothing better to do, so why not? You and another friend of your were the last remaining Umbra Witches with a lot of time on their hands. When Tuk had asked about your family, you had told her that your mother died when you were young and your dad was who knows where. You also told her about due to your origin, you were an outcast among the witches. She seemed sad, seen that you were treated differently from the people who were suppose to be by your side, you're a part of them regardless of what your origin was.

That eclipse, you both had ate some fruit you had manage to find, thanks to Tuk. You were walking, while Tuk was walking beside you. You noticed how she also had her hands on her hips and she tried walking like you were, it was cute in a way. "We're close to the camp, but I don't think it would be a good idea that you come with me.." Tuk said, you could only nod. You didn't want to get attacked by simply bringing back the little one back to the family. If you wanted, you would of just taken her back with you to the RDA. "Hm, tell me little. Is there something that you love? Something really important to you?" you asked. It took Tuk a minute to think for a moment. "Well, my family? My dad always says that 'Sully's Stick Together', so, my family is important to me" she said.

You thought about what she said, she had a family who loved her, while you? You were an orphan that no one wanted and was set a side from the people who were suppose to be your 'family'. "When you love something, cherish it for as long as you can, because, who knows when things decide to get take a turn." You advice while you walked together. Tuk nodded, really thinking of what you had said to her.

"We're here!" Tuk said, you stopped and looked down at the little one. "So, I guess this is where we part ways" you said, sounding a bit sad, you had to admit, the whole couple hours you spent with Tuk, you had got attached to her, even though you told her not to get attached to you. Tuk looked up at you sadly, you could see the tears build up in her eyes. "Ah ah, what did I say?" you asked, then Tuk quickly rubbed her eyes and sniffed a bit. "There's no crying and I have to be strong" she said, you then got down to her height. "Remember what I told you." You said, then you got one of your gun's from your boot. "This for me?" Tuk asked, seen you getting your gun, you only chuckled "not the gun, but this" you said, then you took off the little blue butterfly charm with four wings. You then handed it to her. "This is for you, keep it, close to your heart" you said, seen how Tuk had a good look at the blue charm. "Go on now, your family must be worried" you said, getting up. Tuk gave you one last smile and began to walk away to where her home was, you stayed behind to watch her go into her home. You couldn't help but feel sad, you had really got attached and used to her.

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divinemare · 6 months

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Tales Of Oceans and Shadows

(I’ve been dying to post this! It’s been on my drafts for so long, and I missed my babies so much!)

Just some little stories I imagined about Kallistrade and Azriel’s life after the end of Dark Tides.

Oh, Sweet Baby Nyx

summary: little nyx loves his aunt kallistrade, and gets really sad when she has to leave because of her busy pirate life, this time, he will definitely throw a tantrum about it.

Kallistrade wasn’t very good with little kids, she seemed to scare them, even tho she didn’t intended to do so. But when little Nyx arrived to her life, something changed for her.

It had happened the first time she stayed alone with him. Feyre was dead tired after barely any sleep because Nyx had had a rough night. Kallistrade had just arrived of a little trip to Skull Island she had taken of emergency for some issues that needed her urgent attention. She went straight to visit Feyre, and the poor female fell asleep immediately after placing Nyx in Kallistrade’s arms.

She hadn’t known what to do at first, she had even felt scared, not knowing if she was holding the baby right. But she hadn’t wanted to wake Feyre up, so instead went to look for Rhys. Kallistrade found the male sound asleep in his office desk, dead tired too. So she sent a panic alert down the mating bond to Azriel, begging the male showed up quickly.

Nyx had started to babble as if he was seconds away of bursting in tears, and Kallistrade had panicked even more.

“No, no. Don’t you dare, little kraken, don’t. you. dare,” she hadn’t known what she expected to achieve by threatening or pointing him out as if he was one of her crew members, but it had definitely not been that the little baby started smiling at her, and grabbed her finger in his tiny ones to start chewing on it.

She had been at a loss of words, completely shocked by the simplicity yet magnificent moment of the baby smiling up at her.

She immediately felt a protectiveness in her she hadn’t felt before, like that little baby had become something she would cherish and protect against any evil from the darkest and deepest of seas from now on and until the oceans completely dried.

Azriel had arrived just then, and when he had said he could take care of Nyx if she wanted to, Kallistrade immediately rejected his offer and walked away with the baby, telling little Nyx all the things she would show him one day when he grew up, all the seas she would take him to.

They had become inseparable since then. Nyx had fallen completely in love with his aunt, and the only time anyone would catch the mighty and dreaded Captain Devilsbane showing off her sweet bone, was when she was with her nephew.

But that had only made goodbyes even harder. As Kallistrade was regularly traveling all throughout the continent.

“Who would’ve said, that the oh-so-mighty Captain Devilsbane would have such a soft spot for babies,” Azriel laughed, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, and a broad smile while looking at his mate and nephew playing together.

“Don’t say that, he gets jealous, it’s only with this sweet little baby, right, little kraken? Only with you,” she approached the baby with a childlike smile on her face, while lowering her tone of voice ever so slightly.

“Softie,” Azriel mocked, and Kallistrade sent him a dead glare, nothing compared to her previous smile.

“Shut up, I saw you yesterday doing an airplane with a spoon to get him to eat,” the smile in Azriel’s face vanished, and it was Kallistrade’s turn to smiled proudly.

“We’re not talking about this with anyone.”

“Ever,” she laughed, confirming.

They both could have the biggest soft spot for Nyx, but like hell they would willingly admit it to their mocking friends.

It had been their night to take care of Nyx, since Kallistrade was leaving today for a mission in the western part of the Continent, they had offered to babysit so Rhys and Feyre could get a day off.

It was not often that they did babysit all day, since their house turned into a mad house with neither of them knowing what to do in some situations, but Kallistrade always missed her nephew when she was away, so having him a day —even tho it was always a hell of a ride—, didn’t hurt from time to time.

They would not be doing it again tho, in a long, long time. Nyx had recently learn how to walk, and it had progressively gotten worst when he started running. She had never ran so much in circles trying to catch a baby like last night. And Azriel had had to make his shadows envelop Nyx at all times in case he fell or ran into something. Poor shadows had gotten many hits, and they too didn’t want to repeat the occasion again.

“How was it?” When they arrived to the River Estate to drop Nyx off, Rhys had a cheeky smile on his lips when he saw how tired they looked.

“You are a-” Feyre raised an eyebrow to Kallistrade, reminding her of the presence of the little baby. “A son of the holy Cauldron and Mother. A warning that he could run now would’ve been nice!”

Rhysand laughed, taking his son in his arms and looking at him with proudness shining like starts in his night-sky eyes.

“I did not mentioned it?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Ups, my bad.”

“You’re lucky Nyx is present, because I have a ton of colorful words to describe you right now.”

Rhysand laughed again, and left a sonorous kiss on his son’s head, that made the little toddler laugh.

“We’re sorry,” Feyre said with a smile, shining so glowy that Kallistrade couldn’t help but wink at her friend who had most certainly had sex.

“You’re forgiven. Considering I’m leaving now, and I’m gonna miss this little one.”

Nyx immediately stoped smiling at his father and turned his head to his aunt when he heard the word “leaving”.

“Aunt Lis, no!” He cried, and tried to reach out for her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, little kraken, I have work to do, and people to scare,” that did not help at all, and Nyx started crying for his aunt, so much so that Rhys had to let him go. “I promise I will be back soon with many many presents, ok?” When Kallistrade took the baby, she rocked him in her arms, trying to calm the salty tears that fell over his chubby cheeks.

And sure as hell she would live up to that promise. As she always did. There wasn’t a single travel, as small as it may be, where Kallistrade did not bring her nephew a ton of presents.

“Come on, now, sweetie, your aunt has to go,” Feyre picked up her son from the pirate’s arms and smiled adoringly as she watched her son shake one his little hands while wiping his tears with the other.

“Bye bye, aunt Lis,” his little sobs made all the three adults’ hearts melt.

Kallistrade lowered her hat in farewell to her nephew and his parents, Rhys and Feyre smiled at her and wished her a safe travel before turning around to go back home. While Azriel kissed his mate one last time before she boarded her ship.

Little Nyx watched with read eyes as his aunts ship sailed away, and he did not stay happy about it.

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“Rhys!” When Rhysand heard his mate scream out for him, he stood up from his desk so fast his chair fell to the floor and stormed out of his office with Azriel and Cassian following right behind him.

The three of them had been sharing a drink when they heard Feyre’s scream, and now stormed to Nyx’s nursery, where the female was.

“Feyre!” When Rhys bursted in, he saw his High Lady looking exasperated everywhere, and his baby was nowhere to be seen. “What happened?”

“He did it!” She said without even looking at the three males that looked confused.

“He did what, darling?” Mor, Elain and Amren had soon arrived, and were looking as worried as the three Illyrians.

“Nyx! He learned how to winnow! And now I can’t find him anywhere.”

Oh, good Mother…

Everyone looked at each other and sighed, they gad been dreading this day for months now.

They all took a different part of the estate to search, and Feyre alerted Nesta via daementi to look out wherever she could as well. Now practically everyone was in desperate search of the little heir.

“He’s not anywhere! I can’t find him!” Feyre desperately said after some time of looking.

“Feyre darling, calm down, we’ll-“

“Blimey, this kid learns fast,” both Feyre and Rhys heard on their heads, and instantly recognized that pirate slang. “Relax, he’s with me, landed right on my freshly washed deck.”

Both parents relaxed significantly, embracing each other with heavy sighs. When they parted, Feyre couldn’t help but to start laughing, and Rhysand followed right away.

“Did you find…? Uhhh, what’s going on?” Cassian entered the room with Azriel, then the others came in too with confused expressions.

“Have they…lost it?” Questioned Mor, and they all looked at each other as if confirming that theory.

“It’s ok, guys, don’t fall into insanity, we’ll find him,” Cassian tried to speak over the laughter of his High Lord and Lady.

“Don’t worry,” Feyre calmed her laughter to speak to the group. “He’s ok.”

“Did you find him?” Azriel asked, looking around for his nephew.

“No, Lis did. Or more like he found her.”

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“I want to see my own reflection in this floors, Gio,” Kallistrade ordered to the male mopping. “For the next you think it’s a good idea to throw up on my deck after too much rum, you think it twice.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” the male grunted, surely with a hangover.

Kallistrade went to check on the weather report with Maddox, when suddenly, a loud cry made everyone on deck turn their attention away.

“Mother’s tits!”

Kallistrade rushed to Gio, founding the great surprise of a little giggling toddler sliding in the wet wood of the deck.

“I’m sorry, Captain, he yest appeared outa nowhere,” the male pointed at the winged toddler, and Kallistrade couldn’t help but burst out into laughter.

She went to pick up the child, whose face went red when his aunt lifted him, giving her a look that said he knew he had done something bad.

“You naughty little sea monster.”

She informed Rhys and Feyre, who surely were losing their minds, that Nyx was with her, and after hey told her Azriel would be there soon to pick him up, she took the little boy to her cabin and sat him at her desk.

Nyx had grabbed her hat and put it on himself, and the sight of it was enough to make Kallistrade’s ruthless heart melt.

“I want to travel the seas with you, aunt Lis!” The child mumbled, and Kallistrade laughed sweetly, while she watched him try to use her telescope.

“On day you will, my little kraken, one day you will.”

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minx1o · 10 months

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𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 ᶠᵗ ˢᵃᵉ

Summary: Some people are just not meant to be- despite how in love they are. Sadly, you and sae fall in that pathetic category.

notes: fluff & smut to angst, cursing, a shit ton of taylor swift references, reader is an influencer and a swiftie.

Part 1/??

𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩

This was your way of avoiding unnecessary conflict. You prefer to move forward in life instead of mulling over things that have already happened.

However, despite having that same principle for the longest time; you still can’t find it in yourself to forgive- let alone forget what Sae did to you.

You have always known love would hurt like shit; even when you did all the right things, after all you have been playing Taylor Swift breakup songs ever since you were 6. Needless to say, her breathtaking lyric artistry were embedded into your head and heart- hence why you have always been cautious about the guys you spend your time with.

Sae was different from all the guys out there, you knew he loved you, you knew for a fact his heart beats solely for you. Those nights filled with love and comfort that seemed like straight up from a romance novel replayed like a broken record in your pounding head as you chug on the 5th refill or beer you’ve had tonight. This was all you could do. Hopelessly clinging onto the memories of what you once was- of what he once was.

You met him 4 years ago. Back then you were only 17 and had about 8k followers on insta, he was already built up his fame; he was a year older than you and was regarded as Japan’s Treasure. However, you failed to recognized him when he sat next to you on you plane ride home from Spain.

The moment you walked to your seat, you spot 2, maybe 3 girls surrounding a dark pink-haired guy- asking for his autograph, he nonchalantly ignores their efforts to pursue him as he tells them to scram. You roll your eyes as you gently excuse yourself from the girls who were hovering your seat.

You tried to situate yourself comfortably in your seat, since you’d be sitting in that same spot for the next 13 hours and would very much appreciate if you won’t end up with severe backpain when you reach Japan.

You put on your headphones and start blasting Lover (which was only released just recently). And just like that 4 hours have already passed whilst you unconsciously napped. Just then, you felt the urge to go to the bathroom, and so you do.

However, the moment you spotted your seat on your way back, you saw him. The same cocky guy who told those poor girls to scram.

You stood there awkwardly, unsure of what your next plausible action should be. You decided on shaking him awake; and still he didn’t budge, so you neared your face next to his ear. Staying in that same awkward position for about 5 and a half seconds his face catches your attention, there was a voice in the back of your head saying that it would make sense that girls would literally flock him wherever he went- because he was drop-dead gorgeous. You were quick to snap out of it as you whispered ‘excuse me’ meekly and slightly awkward way.

Somehow that worked and he suddenly twisted his head to your direction. Your faces were inches from each other as your eyes widened in shock from the distance. Quickly, you distanced yourself as he muttered his apology and returned to his seat. After that, there was about 13 minutes of blank silence. Until the same guy broke it.

“so.. are you from Japan?” he asked, still using English

“yeah, I just visited Spain to see my Aunt” this time, you reply in Japanese.

“I see” he follows suit and uses Japanese as well.

In truth, it surprised Sae that he purposely initiated small-talk with an irrelevant stranger such as yourself, but somehow- you amused him and he was somehow interested in you.

“What about you? What’s your business in Spain?” your sudden question snapped him out of his thoughts and he raises his head to meet your eyes.

“I play football and train there” he answers bluntly and vaguely

You utter an ‘oh’ as you continued, “My name’s y/n by the way, I figured since we have about 8 hours left that we would get acquainted” you shoot him a smile- taking him aback. Your straightforward demeanor left his brain stagnant for a bit, leaving an awkward silence in the atmosphere. “O-of course if you don’t want to, I don’t mean to force you” you try chasing the awkward atmosphere away.

“Oh, sorry I was just shocked, my name is Sae- Sae Itoshi” he quickly retorts back.

The next 8 hours went by like a breeze with your constant bickering, not a single second was spent with boredom and contrary to your prior belief, he actually seemed decent and quite amusing.

Sae found you amusing from the moment you took your seat, he thought you were pretending not to know him to garner his attention (but he didn’t want to assume anything yet since you maybe just aren’t a fan of football). You were quite the social butterfly. He noticed this from the moment you introduced yourself; you seemed to be cautious about your choice of words and the way you say it- you reminded him of the popular girls in his class back when he was still in school. He didn’t want to judge you so early and assume you were some fake backstabbing girl that pretended not to know him. In truth, sae intended to flirt with you, just for the fun of it, he wasn’t new to this sort of thing at all- he would entertain girls that he thought were interesting whenever he’s bored; but he never takes them seriously. Hence why they only last for a few weeks.

During the flight you found out a lot of things about this guy; how he was fairly popular, how he was skilled, how he’s a midfielder, and how he left Japan when he was only 13. You shared your side of the story as well, sharing how you were about to be in your senior year, about how you often modeled, and about your hobbies.

When the plane nearly landed, you started to place your phone in your pocket as you turned off your headphones.

“It was nice meeting you sae” you beamed at him

He simply voiced out an ‘mhm’ in agreement. When the plane finally lands he yanked your arm- which for sure surprised you a lot. He then used his other hand to write down something on your wrist as he waves his and goodbye to you. You stared down at what he wrote and realizes it was his phone number. You simply cannot resist the urge to blush like a tomato for a guy you barely even knew.

Sae greatly surprised himself, it wasn’t like him at all to suddenly start caring for another person or how they thought of him. And yet here he is at 4 pm, barely settling in his room- waiting for your call. He tries to think positively that maybe you’re just tired or still on the road, or maybe you just weren’t into him.

Nevertheless, he decides to look for your socials. He immediately hit follow as soon as he found your IG.

And through some thorough stalking, he found out that your school was barely a mile away from his house. He contemplated going to your DMs but decided that it’d be better if he wasn’t so straightforward and waited.

You just arrived home and your mom immediately started to bombard you with questions and lots and lots of love.

“So how was Spain??”

“‘twas fine, Penny and I went on roadtrips and to the mall”

Penny was your cousin slash best friend when you were in Spain.

You continued bickering with your mom for hours as you unpack and arrange your stuff back to your room. You decided that you needed a bath after such a long day. It was only then when you were undressing yourself when you see the numbers on your arm- you totally forgot about him!

You disregarded your shower and immediately put on a hoodie and open your phone. You notice someone started following you- of course it was him

Itoshi.sae started following you.

You followed him back and took a quick look at his profile- only to be flabbergasted at the followers count

‘132k….wtf is this guy..’

You thought about sending him a quick DM but you realize it’d be better if you just called him.

You dialed the number on your wrist to your phone, repeating and reviewing it about 3 times before hitting ‘call’. Your phone rings for about 40 seconds until someone eventually picked it up.

“Hello?” a low and slightly rough voice answers the call and you cant help but smile to yourself.

“Hey.. is this Sae?” you awkwardly answer, which is not like you at all. You were always the type to be confident and outgoing when you talk to other people- but this guy…. Makes you nervous.

“Oh hey Y/n I didn’t actually think you would call” Lies. He has been waiting for hours and was kinda nervous since it’d be the first time a girl ignored his advances.

“Uhh yeah I sorta got busy setting my stuff down, hbu?”

“Fine, I’m not really staying for long so I plan to just keep my stuff in my bags”

‘So he’s leaving after all..’ You thought to yourself- slightly disappointed

“Ah is that so, well uh- if you don’t mind what about hanging out some time?” you breathlessly say with a half-dim tone. “I um know this place a few blocks from our campus”

“Oh yeah for sure, I’ll check my calendar”

Your 'date' came out decent, you sent him the location and he was 30 minutes early, he stood near the lake wearing a beige turtleneck and a white cardigan, you walked to a café and chatted for hours, he gave you a ride home in his car that was parked a few meters from the lake, you said your goodbyes as he dropped you off

- the only thing preventing you from calling it perfect was the fact that nothing remotely romantic happened. Because at this point you have completely ignored the fact that he wasn’t staying.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock angst #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x y/n #sae itoshi #itoshi sae

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cassie48 · 10 months

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•Safe and sound•

Pair: oc x Thomas shelby (platonic)

Warning: attempts of kidnapping, violence, crying, use of a gun

𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗺, 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀. 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

Rose shelby was an energetic six year old. She loved horses, dolls, her aunt and her older brothers. Tommy was her favorite, though she wouldn’t dare tell the others. He was like a father to her, because she didn’t even know her real father properly. She didn’t remember her brothers very well before the war, but when they returned home, it’s like she remembered them instantly.

This morning she woke up with one thing she was determined to do.

All the Shelby family were sitting at the table eating breakfast, when suddenly they heard light footsteps coming from the stairs.

“Tommy”? Questioned little rose.

“I’m here rose” thomas answered his little sister. She ran straight to him with a smile on her face. The hugged his leg then reached her arms up. This is what she did when she wanted to be picked up.

“Come on” thomas said placed his sister in his arms.

“What do you want for breakfast rose”? Thomas asked the six year old.

“I don’t mind” said the girl.

“Here rose have the end of my bread” Ada, her sister says.

Thomas walked over to the table and placed little rose on one of the chairs. “Morning sleepy head” said her aunt polly.

“Morning pol” said rose, while eating her breakfast. She greeted her other brothers and finished her meal.

“Polly? Can I ask you something” Said the girl.

”sure love” answered her aunt.

“Please please please let me play with my dolly’s on the street” the girl asked with a pleading look on her face.

“You know Tom doesn’t like you doing that missy” Polly said with a knowing look.

“But he’s at the pub. Please pol please” she begged.

“Fine, but only for an hour”, she said sternly

The girl quickly ran to get dressed and picked out her dolls. She always wanted to do this, but Tommy never let her.

“Bye Polly” the girl shouted.

“Be back soon” Polly said.

“Ok” is all the girl said as she headed out the door. She was a little worried that Tommy would be mad at her. He always said that it was too dangerous to play on the street at her age.

The small girl played on the street with her favorite dolls with a huge smile on her face. Suddenly she realised she had to go home, before she got in trouble.She then realised she had lost one of her dolls. She quickly searched the street, but couldn’t find her. So she went around the corner to search there too. Suddenly a huge man came out, towering above her.

“You’re the Shelby girl aren’t you”the man said in a mean voice.

She nodded not knowing what she was getting herself into.

“Come with me, I have a lovely surprise for ya” the man said.

Despite how much rose loved surprises, she was feeling a little frightened right now. “She nodded her head no and said “Tommy wouldn’t like that”. She then turned to walk away.

“Oi, I said your coming with me” the man shouted, grabbing her arm.

“Ow, that hurts”the girl cried, feeling pain in her arm.

This only made the man angrier, as he let go of her arm, a slapped her right cheek.

The girl began to start crying and shouting for her brother.

The man went to grab her again,when suddenly rose saw him get shot in the head.

The girl began to scream until she saw her big brother in front of her.

“Rose, its alright” Tommy said placing his arms around her.

“He was trying to take me Tom” she replied letting out a loud sob

“It’s ok, I’m here” he said to her, as he picked her up.

“I’m scared Tom” the girl said with a frown on her face.

“I’m never gonna let anyone hurt you, alright”?he says hugging her tighter

She nodded in his arms, and they went back home together

Safe, and sound.

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴!

𝗹𝗺𝗸 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀💕💕

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anothermarkedone · 5 months

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I'm too old to get adopted, right?

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A/N: This is inspired by this post by @aprill-99 Feedback is always appreciated!

Xaden had no idea where he was, but he certainly wasn't in Navarre. It stands on the edge of a beautiful town spread out over rolling, steep hills. A dark blue river meanders through the landscape into the sea.

Xaden feels through his bond with Sgaeyl, but it's as if she isn't there. Xaden sighs, he has no weapons and no Sgaeyl. He tries his powers, which luckily work.

Wary, Xaden walks into town, hoping he can get a better idea of where he is. Around him he sees buildings made of white marble, warm sandstone and red stone.

A large mansion catches Xaden's attention. It is large, made of white marble with accents of dark wood. It was safe to say that Xaden has never seen such architecture in Navarre, or in Poromiel.

Suddenly there is a tall man standing in front of him with dark hair, golden-brown skin and- are those wings? Out of the corner of his eye, Xaden sees another man, this one pale with striking violet eyes, and before Xaden can react, he is unconscious.

Xaden wakes up with a start and sits up abruptly. He lies on a red lounger in a dark room, lit by the fireplace on his right.

Alert, Xaden scans the room and his eyes fall on a man behind a large desk. Xaden tries to move as softly as possible so that he can surprise the man and escape. But the man turns out to have really fucking good hearing, because he looks up from his papers, straight into Xaden's eyes.

“So let me see if I have it right,” the man says. "You have immense shadow power, incredible combat skills, height, tattoos, secrets, dead parents, a thirst for revenge, the weight of the world on your shoulders, a rebellion to lead, and..." he looks at his papers and tilts his head, “a dragon?”

'He probably has the same signet as Aetos,’ Xaden thinks to himself as he takes a defensive stance.

The man waves his hand dismissively, "I'm not going to hurt you." He adds with a grin, “see it for yourself.”

Xaden directs his second signet to the man and reads his true intentions in his head. The man truly has no intention of harming him. Slightly put at ease, Xaden decides to listen to the man.

"Well could I know your name first before I tell you my life story?" demands Xaden. The man smiles showing his white teeth. "Rhysand, high lord of the Night Court." Xaden has never heard of such a place, but mentally shrugs.

"Yes? I mean, there's also my girlfriend and 107 people under my protection, but-" Before Xaden can finish his sentence, Rhysand, ‘the high lord of the Night Court’, frantically flips through the pile of papers on his desk.

"This is the hyper-intelligent girlfriend with unprecedented lightning powers? The one you speak to telepathically and permanently nickname?" he looks expectantly.

Xaden decides to humor the man, "I only have one girlfriend. A bit offended that you would think otherwise."

Rhysand nods enthusiastically before scribbling something on a piece of paper. "Adopted. The rebellion thing is taken care of. Me and your aunts and uncles have this. Your new mother will need some time to add you and your mate to the family portrait in the gallery."

Xaden abruptly interrupts, "I'm sorry, my new mother?" Rhysand nods enthusiastically. "That's right, your bedroom is upstairs, the knives are in the training ring, the family dinner is every Thursday, you don't get any pocket money, but you have unlimited access to my finances and the curfew is...." Rhysand puts a finger thoughtfully on his chin, “…never.”

Rhysand stands up, "any questions?" Xaden mentally nods, ‘yeah, what the fuck?!’ Rhysand chuckles as if he heard it.

"Okay, crash course. So my name is Rhysand, I am 538 years old and the high lord of the Night Court and your new father." Xaden sputters in shock "538 years?!" "My wife and mate is Feyre, she is 21 years old and she is the high lady, we have a son Nyx, your brother." Rhysand opens his mouth, but Xaden cuts him off before he can say anything. “I'm….older than your wife?” Rhysand nods, "she'll be happy to have another son, Fae pregnancies are very difficult you know. But she'll be super excited to hear that we adopted you."

Xaden interrupts him again, "I'm still older than her." “Did I fucking stutter?” Rhysand asks with a raised eyebrow. Xaden gapes at him, "no sir." Rhysand nods happily, before paling, "don't tell your mother I swore or she'll refuse to give me soup." He ignores the disbelieving look Xaden gives him and continues introducing Xaden's ‘new family’.

Suddenly another winged man walks around the corner. “Ah, Rhys, we found them,” he says in a deep voice. Rhysand nods and gestures for Xaden to follow along. "Son, this is your Uncle Cassian, he is the general of my army, the two of you will work closely together to ensure that this rebellion of yours succeeds." 'Uncle' Cassian gives Xaden a big grin, "finally another nephew!"

“We found your friends, including my daughter-in-law,” Rhysand explains after seeing Xadens questioning look, waggling his eyebrows suggestively as he says “daughter-in-law.”

When the three walk into the foyer, Xaden sees his self-made family. Garrick, Bodhi, Liam, Imogen, and Quinn. Behind his family is Violet, along with her squad, Rhiannon, Ridoc and Sawyer and her brother, Brennan.

Garrick, Liam and Bodhi immediately walk up to Xaden and after a quick hug they start asking hundreds of questions. Xaden calls the other riders over and explains what happened.

"You're adopted?" Bodhi asks incredulously. “Seriously man, he just says we can finally win the rebellion and that's what you get out of it?”

Bodhi shrugs, "It's not every day that you hear that your cousin has been adopted by a 538 year old man and a 21 year old woman who is 2 years younger than the literal man she’s adopting."

"Okay kids," Rhysand claps his hands together and looks at everyone enthusiastically, "let's make sure you win the rebellion."

After Rhysand introduces the rest of Xaden's new family, including his new mother, who doesn't even seem shocked when Rhysand tells them that Xaden is their new son, and that he is two years older than her.

He then gives everyone an explanation of his army, what species they are and what their signets, or powers, are, the riders took the Fae to the hidden cave where Bodhi said they left their dragons.

The moment the group walks into the cave, Cassian gives a loud scream. Xaden looks over and sees that Cassian is hanging on to a very irritated Azriel like a koala with a scared look.

“What the fuck is that,” he points. Xaden looks over and sees that he is pointing at Sgaeyl. "That's Sgaeyl."

Cassian looks at him in disbelief, "I thought Sgaeyl was your cat!" he exclaims. Sgaeyl lets out an indignant huff and Cassian lets out another yelp.

Xaden ignores his so-called fearless uncle and focuses on Sgaeyl, prodding along their bond, but he comes up with nothing.

“My bond with her is muted,” he states. The other riders nod, theirs too.

"Violet and I can see if we can make a medicine," Brennan suggests. Violet nods in agreement. After the riders make their dragons promise to stay hidden in the cave and behave, they especially had trouble with Aotrom, who is apparently a dragon version of his rider and Andarna, the group walks back to the mansion in town. Cassian continues to look behind him uneasily, checking to see if the dragons are coming to attack him.

Violet walks up next to Xaden and hooks her arm through his, "so, adopted huh, I never expected my future mother-in-law and I to be the same age." Xaden grins, "mother-in-law?" Violet rolls her eyes and punches him in the arm.

“Shut up, you're the one in a ridiculously hilarious situation.”

The mansion turns out to have a lab slash medical bay. Violet and Brennan immediately start working on a medicine, Brennan mumbling all kinds of things under his breath, especially confusing curses.

Violet continues to throw grinning looks his way and she and the other riders burst into unashamed laughter as Rhysand deposits a winged baby in his arms and states that the baby is his new brother and that they should get acquainted.

Once Brennan and Violet perfect the medicine, they hand it out in cups.

“Well, bottoms up,” Garrick says, before putting the cup to his mouth.

Xaden follows suit and immediately feels the bond with Sgaeyl opening. "That was interesting," Sgaeyl says disinterestedly, a complete contrast to what she just said. Xaden rolls his eyes.

"The screaming human dragon from before is back," she says. Xaden raises his eyebrow. "He brought food, he's afraid we'll eat him."

Xaden wonders why that was worth sharing as Sgaeyl adds, "he completely freaked out when suddenly some kind of black mist with eyes and sharp teeth and claws appeared."

“He screamed like a little baby!” adds Andarna enthusiastically, "the mist's name is Byraxis, he's super funny!"

“He was indeed amusing,” Sgaeyl states, “in just a few minutes he humored me more than you have done in three years.”

Violet has clearly been listening as Xaden hears her laughter in his head. She stops abruptly when she hears Tairn's angry, jealous growl.

Andarna either doesn't realize what her adoptive parents are doing, or she just ignores it as she gleefully tells Xaden and Violet that Byraxis told her the story of when Cassian came to the bottom level of the library and how he literally wet his pants when he saw Byraxis.

Xaden sighs, he would do anything for a nap before fighting the rebellion with the help of a few extremely powerful centuries old Fae, three not so old Fae and an army of winged warriors.

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” he asks Violet. She snorts in response, “as if I’d let you do this on your own. Besides, this is way too hilarious, I haven’t laughed this much in years.” Suddenly Liam appears next to Xaden, watching them interact. “Will you fight with me?” Xaden asks his brother.

“It would be my honor,” he answers without hesitation.

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fanficwritinggirl · 4 months

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My Montana (Cole Walter fanfic)

Chapter 3

"Okay everyone, dinner" Georges shout carries through the house causing the troops to march down to the kitchen. It's like a war scene as everyone gets into their chairs, plates being handed out, food getting shoved onto plates and then into their mouths. Josie has eaten here hundreds of times and she still has never gotten used to dinner time in the Walter house. How George and Katherine do this, three times a day, everyday. Josie doesn't know, but she loves it. Anyone who just walked in and saw it, would see it as being complete chaos and yes, they would be right, but it's organized chaos. Everyone is so used to each other that they know where everyone sits and who dives in to get their food first, no arguments about it and that feels like a skill.

Josie takes her seat near the end of the table, sitting between Danny and Cole, who turns his head and looks at her as he takes his seat, a faint smirk on his lips. Josie returns the jester before grabbing a slice of garlic bread and puts her slender hand out for him to take it. Cole looks at her for a moment, taking the offer. Twirling her hand a little, Josie rolls her eyes causing him to silently chuckle, taking it out of her hand and taking a bite, his eyes never leaving her. Josie chuckles before turning and grabbing herself a slice of lasagna. "You are going to smell," she tells him, placing her plate down and taking her knife and fork into her hands and cutting the meal.

Cole smirks at her, leaning across her and grabbing the lasagna dish in order to get himself a slice. Before sitting down he allows himself to whisper in her ear, "well I guess you are just going to have to make sure that I have brushed my teeth then." Sitting back down, he slides a piece of lasagna out of the dish and onto his plate, going to eat it. Josie can't help but lean over and whisper in his ear. "And how am I to do that?" she asks him as she leans back a little, putting her head on her hand, facing him and looking him in the eyes.

Cole snickers at her before putting his hand out and moving a piece of her hair out of her face and behind her ear. "I can think of more than one way," was all he said before turning to his dinner and stuffing it into his mouth. Josie removes her hand from under her chin and moves herself around so she is looking straight in front of her.

"Hey everyone," a cheerful voice says as they enter the dining room. Katherine walks in with a smile on her face and Josie's Aunt Hattie on her heels as they enter. A chorus of muffled hi's are heard through the dining room causing Hattie and Katherine to smile at all of them. George stands up and kisses his wife on the cheek causing her to pat his face with her hand. "Smells good," she tells him as she takes her seat at the table. Hattie sits next to Katherine, giving the kids a small wave of acknowledgement which earned her some smiles.

"So how was everyone's day," Katherine asks as she puts her food on her plate. Moans of alright and weren't too bad were heard across the room and Katherine chuckles turning to her husband.

"They are all very cheery today, aren't they?" George simply shakes his head, the corner of his lips turned up. "Tell me about it."

"So mom, Hattie, what did you do today?" Nathan asks, looking at his mother intently.

"Well we had to go and help Mrs Wilson's cow give birth as the baby was breech. Luckily we were able to see both mother and baby but it was touch and go," Katherine explains before taking a bite of her dinner. Hattie swallows some of her food before speaking.

"And then we had to go and help Mr McCarthy's dog who was foaming at the mouth. Heat stroke and exhaustion, apparently the poor thing ran off this morning and has been running around in the heat all day," Josie leans forward in her chair.

"Well, the dog is okay right?" she asks, concerned. Hattie looks at her niece and smiles.

"The dog, Honey, is fine. We brought her to the clinic to get some fluid in her and to observe her but she should be home by tomorrow," Katherine pipes up with a laugh.

"Well she clearly felt all better after Mr McCarthy brought out the treats. Dog sat up, wagged her tail and walked over to him like there was nothing wrong with her," the whole table giggled, a few 'typicals' getting chucked around. Soon the table falls into simple conversation between everyone else, a good meal was all it took for everyone to pipe up and all Josie can do is sit back and watch everyone be happy. All Cole can do is watch her.

Later that evening, Josie is in Alex and Nathan's room, sitting at the end of Nathan's bed with her guitar in hand and him at the top of the bed, facing her. "Okay, you think you got it," she asks him as she lets her hands fall from the guitar. Nathan nods his head and places his hands in position and starts strumming at the strings. The songs flow nicely, a little slower than they should and the occasional wrong note but seeing as they had only been practicing for an hour it wasn't too bad.

Nathan's fingers strum the last of the tune and then allows his lean fingers to leave the strings and Josie smiles and claps. Nathan turns his head, a tint of red on his cheeks as he gives her a little grin and rubs his hand on the back of his neck. "Come on, that was terrible," Josie shakes her head at him.

"Nathan, that was good. You only started learning the song an hour ago and I must say that seeing as invisible string is one of my favorite songs, I think I am qualified to say that was very impressive," Nathan chuckles before putting his guitar between him and Josie.

"Well, I had a good teacher," he tells her and all she can do is nod.

"Okay, whatever you want to say. I don't want to go around in a useless argument," Josie tells him as she puts her guitar back in its case. Alex walks into the room and smiles at the pair, giving them a small smile.

"Hey, are you two done playing?" He sits down in his chair facing his computer, turning it on.

"Yeah, we just finished off. Josie will be going soon anyway," Nathan explains and Alex turns towards the pair and nods.

"Great, I promised Kiley that I would play online with her for a bit," Josie smiles, locking her case and lifting it.

"Well rooms all yours," Josie stands with her case and walks to the door.

"Hey Josie," she turns and looks at Alex whose face is now flat.

"Yeah?"

"What's going on between you and Cole?"

"Dude," Nathan exclaims. Josie freezes up, confused by the question. She turns her body and leans against the door frame, eyebrows scrunched together, lips lifted ever so slightly.

"What do you mean what is going on between me and Cole. There's nothing going on between me and Cole," she explains and Alex raises his eyebrows, looking unimpressed.

"Well you two seemed to be very cozy at the dinner table today, and that's not the first time that you two have been all cozy with each other. So..." he leans forward in his chair and rests his elbows on his knees. "What's the deal?" Josie tilts her head back and laughs.

"Absolutely nothing is going on," she moves her free arm around and her head moves around a bit when she is talking. "I mean Alex come on, I have known you all for years, best friends with Danny for years and friends with Cole for years. Don't you think that if something was ever going to happen between us, not that there ever will, it would have happened by now," Alex simply laughs.

"Well I think we all know that Cole is incapable of having anything serious," Alex snarks, Nathan scoffs and shakes his head at his brother. Josie runs her tongue over her top lip and nods her head.

"Alex, you know what, I am not listening to this. Whatever problem you have with Cole, that's between you two but don't involve me. And there is nothing going on between me and Cole, so just drop it," Josie storms out of the room having had enough with Alex. If he wanted to pull at strings to cause drama then he could do that, but Josie was not going to sit and listen to it.

Storming down the hallway, all she could think about was getting some fresh air. She felt like she was suffocating, maybe it was just the adrenaline wearing off.

"Josie," a voice calls. Her head snaps around and she sees her Aunt Hattie standing in the entryway to the kitchen. "You okay," she asks her as she walks towards her. Josie bites her lip and nods ever so slightly.

"Yeah, im fine i just need some fresh air," the words were said slowly, she was pushing them out of her mouth. Hattie picks up her pace grabbing ahold of her niece's arms and directing her outside. The fresh air hits Josie and she has never been so happy to feel the breeze on her face.

"Let's sit down," Hattie directs her over to one of the benches. After sitting down, Josie leans her head back, closes her eyes and exhales. Hattie rubs her hand up the younger girl's arms trying to sooth her like she always does.

"Do you want to tell me what is going on?" she asks and Josie just takes in a deep breath.

"I just... got panicky."

"Panicky, panicky about what?" Hattie was confused. Josie lifts her shoulders up and shakes her head, opening eyes.

"Honestly... I have no idea. I mean it could be because of Alex," Josie offers, looking at her aunt.

"What did Alex do?" Hattie leans back to get a better look at the girl.

"Oh... just getting onto my case about Cole," Hattie rolls her eyes.

"Well that doesn't surprise me. Them two seriously need to figure out whatever it is that is going on between them," Josie snickers and plays with the paint of her fingernails.

"That's what is said," Hattie looks at hers and gives her a pock on her shoulder causing Josie to look up at her, eyes wide.

"What was that for?" she gasps and Hattie raises her eyebrows at her.

"There's more too, isn't there," Josie can't help but choke on her words.

"I mean... he was also insinuating that there was something going on between me and Cole," Hattie's mouth falls open and she gapes at Josie. Josie looks at her and shakes her head, her eyes wide.

"NO," she tells her aunt with her finger pointed up at her.

"Is there something going on between you and Cole," Hattie whispers, leaning forward slightly.

"No, of course not. I would never go down that lane," Josie says, raising her eyebrows a little.

"And why not?"

"Because Aunt Hat, it's Cole. He is Cole Walter, the most popular boy in school, who is known for sleeping around and I have known him since I was a kid. I'm best friends with his brother. His siblings are like my siblings and his mom is like my second mom. I'm essentially his sister," Josie exclaims, her arms moving around. Hattie scoffs and shakes her head.

"Josie, you know that is the biggest load of bull. There is no way that Cole sees you as his sister, there's just no way. I know that and you know that. So what is this really about," Hattie's face is pointed down, eyebrows raised in a knowing look. Josie can't help but scrunch her face up and let out a frustrated groan.

"I don't know. There I know there is no reason for us not to start anything. I mean we have known each other for years, are good friends most of the time and i... kinda like him," Josie admits and Hattie can't help shooting her arms up in the air and shouting in happiness.

"I knew it. I knew it," she sings songs and Josie shushes her.

"Would you be quiet, we are literally at their house. Last thing I need is for one of them to hear and blab to him. And stop acting like a teen you are nearly in your 40s," Josie scolds and Hattie just laughs.

"Oh come on, let me have some fun, and hey you admitted that you like him. That's huge Jos. Now all you have to do is tell him," Josie's eyes go wide.

"No, it's not happening. I am not telling him. Aunt Hat that can not happen."

"And why not?" Hattie exclaims.

"Because I am going through stuff. He is going through some stuff so it wouldn't be good for us to start something right now or ever," Hattie puts her head to the side and sighs.

"I swear, why are teen relationships so complicated? God I don't miss it," she exclaims and Josie just laughs.

"Yeah and I can't wait to not have to deal with them anymore." Then there is silence, comfortable silence where neither one of them speaks and just processes everything that has been said. Hattie leans forward and puts her hand on Josie's arm.

"You will tell me if anything is bothering you or if something does happen. Just tell me okay," Josie smiles at her and nods.

"Of course, I will. But nothing is going to happen, so you don't have to worry," Hattie leans her back and groans.

"I can't deal with this anymore. Come on," she stands up and holds her hands out towards Josie.

"I think it is time for us to go home," Josie agrees. It had been a long day and she really wanted her bed.

Disclaimer - I am not following the plotline of my life with the Walter boys as closely and am using the characters and making my own story. I will be taking some plotlines from the series but it won't directly follow the show. Also, this book is not going to focus on the build up to the relationship but the actual relationship.

#mlwtwb imagines #mlwtwb #cole walter oneshot #cole walter x fem!reader #cole x reader #cole walter #cole walter x reader #alex walter #shut up alex #will walter #danny walter #nathan walter #Jordan Walter #Parker Walter #Benny Walter #Isaac Garcia #lee Garcia #Katherine Walter #George Walter

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Nyx's Favorite and Not-So-Much - Kinda of Snippet I guess

Ugh, this is silly and dumb, but I needed to write it for some reason. My first time posting this kinda of thing, so not really sure how this all work. Also, warnig not-really-mor-or-amren-friendly-but-its-mostly-giggles (also english is not my first language, so bear with me here)

His first steps were towards Nesta's direction. His first words were “Nessa” and “ant”, those which Nyx didn’t stop repeating for days.

In no time, “Wann’ Nessa” or “Wann ant Nessa” became the highest demands in the residence of the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court.

Feyre tried not to feel too bitter about it. Rhysand tried not to become too exasperated about it.

Nyx favorite person in the world was his aunt Nesta, and it showed.

He liked the rest of his family alright. He laughed at Cassian's silly faces and noises, slept soundly in Elain's arms, and even seemed to enjoy Azriel's quiet company.

But none of that mattered once Nyx's little blue eyes caught sight of Nesta walking into the room. There was no one else but his aunt, who gladly received and returned all of his attention.

Never mind that he mostly referred to her as an ant. The Inner Circle knew better than to delve into this fact for too long before passing Nyx to his favorite person in the world. If the little prince of the Night Court was not passed to his aunt in a matter of seconds the moment he saw her, he would wail. Loudly.

Nyx favorite person was Nesta and there was nothing anyone could do change his strong baby opinions on it, much to Mor's dismay.

Because Nyx doesn't particularly like Morrigan; not like the others anyway.

He wouldn't laugh or even smile at anything she did - no matter how hard Mor tried. Nyx wouldn't ask for to be held by or even look at her direction, even if she was holding something he liked. One time, Mor insisted on being the one to feed him during lunchtime, and Nyx refused to eat the rest of the baby food as soon as she held up the spoon.

She would go to kiss him, and Nyx immediately turned his head away. Would wriggle his way out of her hold when she picked him up, if not straight up puke on her, even if his parents had already burped him. It happened so often, that it became too obvious to ignore it, especially with Morrigan's growing frustrated attempts to change the situation.

"Maybe it's my perfume, and he does not like the smell of it!"

"Mor, I doubt that the baby doesn't like your perfume." Feyre tried to reason with her. "Just give him some time, I'm sure he's just not accustomed to you yet." And to that Elain made an innocent observation that this reason was 'odd' considering Mor was there when Nyx was born, which left some people to grimace while others snickered at Feyre hard glare to her sister.

It did not get better as Morrigan started to then be compared to Amren too, whom Nyx does not like at all.

When the ancient female approaches, his soft toddler features turn into a scowl. He was held at most twice by her, both times leading to Nyx crying strongly as if she had pinched him hard. On his first anniversary, the birthday boy kept throwing his new gifts in Amren's direction, as if they were its whole purpose.

Biting, spitting, hitting, and once even growling; Nyx had made it very clear that he did not like the Night Court second in command. If Amren was around, he would immediately become testy. And the feeling seemed to be growing mutual.

"Kids can be quite sensitive, I heard," Varian commented once, boucing a giggling Nyx on his knee. "Maybe he can tell that Amren is not fond of stinky, small, cutie babies, right buddy?" The Adriata prince's voice pitched higher notes as he spoke, eliciting a small shout of excitement from Nyx. Meanwhile, Amren schooled the pair of princes from the other side of the room, having been relocated there because, of course, Nyx was also in the room.

"But then why doesn't he like me?" Mor whined, watching Varian with jealousy. "I have nothing but my love to give him!"

"Maybe that's why he's not interested," Nesta added just a little bit under her breath. Mor's eyes shot back daggers at her, while Azriel and Cassian tried to contain their laughter, and Feyre immediately jumped in to avoid any conflict from unfolding.

"Amren, it's true. If only you warmed up a little bit more to Nyx, I'm sure he wouldn't be so wary of you," Feyre chimed in. To which Amren shot back, "Like I care what a baby thinks of me!"

The room erupted into laughter at Amren's retort, with Nyx joining in with his infectious giggles.

So, obviously, it's not supposed to end here, but I'm far back behind my actual priorities and responsibilities, so let's pretend that for now this dosen't suck cool? cool.

I just really wanted a story of nyx loving his best aunt nesta, and thought it would be funny if he didnt really care for the characters i also dont really care amren and mor. though i do feel bad cuz this seems to be more nesta centric, so some people might get disapointed. sorry about that.

#acotar fic #acotar snippet #nyx centric i guess #nyx acotar #feyre archeron #mor acotar #amren acotar #varian #nesta archeron #small but still #am i tagging this right #nyx is mischiveous baby #baby nyx #its silly #crack fic pretry much #my writing

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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Hi Amy! I’ve been loving all of your Eddie fics! Especially ones with Wayne interactions 😭💖 could I request one of Wayne helping Eddie cope with life after the Upside Down? Like comforting him from a nightmare or something? 🥺💖

Hi!! Thank you so much for this request, it is so sweet. Wayne deserves all the love and hype 💝

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Crickets, loud trucks, and the occasional thunderstorm are the only noises that ever ring out in the night in Forest Hills Trailer Park. But the terrified scream coming from down the hall jerks Wayne out of his sleep and has him grabbing the closest thing to him, which happens to be a mug filled with cold coffee. Abandoning the cup, letting it tip over and drool its dark substance over the couch, Wayne rushes down the hall. The door isn’t fully closed, so it whips open at his insistent shove, banging against the wall behind it.

Eddie is sitting up straight in bed, face as white as death, and his chest is heaving violently as clammy sweat breaks out across his hairline. His hands are clutching the stained sheets, shaking with the pressure he’s exerting on them. The neckline of his gray t-shirt is dark with sweat and it isn’t the first time Wayne’s noticed that Eddie now sleeps in a shirt, not even wanting his pink and jagged scars to be exposed when he’s alone in his room.

“What’s wrong?” Wayne asks, though he already knows the answer. He wants Eddie to keep some of his pride, knowing his nephew gets embarrassed about having nightmares at his age, even after all he’s been through.

“Nothing,” Eddie says. His eyes are wide and his tone is breathy.

Wayne sighs and takes a few steps closer to the bed. He sits down at the bottom corner and his hand hangs in the air for a moment before he brings it down to pat Eddie’s leg under the blanket.

“I know, boy,” he says. “I can’t imagine what you see when you close your eyes. But you know what? That’s the only place those horrors exist now. In your dreams.”

Eddie nods, but it’s clear that he’s not comforted. His breathing is slowly returning to normal, but his face is still paper white.

Wayne lets out a soft chuckle and Eddie drags his eyes over to him.

“I remember when I was a kid, my little sister - your aunt Ruth - would have nightmares. Shit, your dad and I would tease her about them all the time. She said she’d dream about seeing weird lights in the sky, and she’d be running from a spaceship or something like that. So your dad and I would wait until our folks went to bed, then we’d barge into her room and start panicking because we saw lights out our window. ‘Course we didn’t, but it’d always wake her up and she’d dive under her bed faster than you could say Jack Robinson.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Wayne can see Eddie’s grip on the sheets loosen and the color is starting to return to his cheeks.

“It was funny until one night, your dad and I are fast asleep. Then there’s this loud banging outside our window. I woke up first, and boy I tell you, I squealed like a pig when I saw these flashing lights out in the air. It woke your dad up and he started screaming right along with me. Your grandpa rushes in to see what’s wrong, telling us to quit yelling or else. When I pointed to the lights outside, they weren’t there anymore. We were told to get back to sleep and if dad had to come back in again, we’d get a whoopin.”

Eddie leans back against his headboard and rests his hands on his chest. His body is calmed down, though Wayne doubts he’s relaxed enough to get back to sleep yet.

“Did you ever figure out what the lights were?” Eddie asks.

“Oh yeah,” Wayne says with a laugh. “After your grandpa went back to bed, your dad and I snuck outside, me carrying a baseball bat, and him his BB gun. We were walking down the driveway when Ruth pops up out of the bed of our dad’s old truck. She’s laughing something fierce, and even harder when she sees how bad she scared us. She had a string of Christmas lights with her, that she took from the garage, and ran an extension cord all the way from the house, just to outside our window. A lot of plotting for a little girl, but it sure did work. We never teased her about her nightmares again.”

Eddie lets out a small chuckle and it’s music to Wayne’s ears.

“So, Aunt Ruth just climbed up on top of Gramp’s truck with some lights and scared the hell out of you?”

“She sure as shit did.”

A smile breaks out on Eddie’s face, though it’s a small one, and he tilts his head to look up at the ceiling.

“Sounds like you were dicks to her,” Eddie says.

“That was our job as big brothers. But we would’ve beat someone to a pulp if they tried to tease her.”

Eddie takes a deep breath and nods his head a few times. Wayne isn’t comfortable leaving Eddie alone yet, but he doesn’t want to seem like he’s smothering the boy either.

“Since we’re up, you want to watch a movie?” Wayne asks. “Been a while since I let you pick one.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Eddie slips out from under his covers and stands up from the bed. He scratches the back of his neck heads out of the room. Wayne follows behind him, clapping him on the shoulder as they walk into the dark hallway.

“Can we watch Aliens?” There’s a smirk on Eddie’s face and Wayne’s gladder than he’s ever been to see that mischievous glimmer in his eye.

“I may be an old man, but I can still kick your ass, son.”

#eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #request

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Taking Care Of You When You Injure Yourself ~ Jung Hoseok

Your eyes looked glumly across the room as Hobi’s family walked into your apartment. You were still laid out on the sofa as Hobi stood up, running around the room in order to greet them. Unlike him, it took you time, biting down on your bottom lip as you lifted your leg off of the sofa slowly, rising slowly up to your feet.

Your steps were slow as you walked through the living room, finding yourself leaning on everything that you possibly could in order to keep your balance. As you moved, Hobi’s mum noticed you, holding her hand out for you to take.

Your head shook in decline of her offer, confident that you could move all by yourself. Having anyone helping you was something that you weren’t used to and something that you struggled to accept too. Your leg might have been broken, but your pride definitely wasn’t, and you wanted to stand on your own two feet.

As you got to the rest of Hobi’s family, his arm wrapped around you to keep you upright beside him. You didn’t react as Hobi moved his arm around you, instead you forced a smile onto your face as you greeted the members of Hobi’s family.

“How’s the leg doing?” His dad asked you as soon as he gave you a hug.

Your head nodded in reply, assuring him that he had no reason to worry, but Hobi beside you had a different response. He had watched you since the moment that you came out of the hospital and saw straight through the many smiles that you faked on your expression.

“Every day things are getting better and better,” you cheerily told them all as everyone began to move into the living room. “I’m doing pretty well, but I think Hobi is definitely worrying about me more than he probably needs to do.”

Hobi’s eyes widened as you looked back at him, surprised to hear you say what you had said. In his opinion, he had definitely worried a good amount as he made sure to refuse to let you run before you could walk, despite how desperate you were to start sprinting.

His hands remained on you as Hobi helped you to sit down after moving you back across to where the sofa was. “You’re too stubborn,” Hobi told you once you were down, “you always tell me when I injure myself that these things take time.”

“My leg has had plenty of time to recover,” you huffed, “I can’t sit on the sofa and expect everyone to run around after me forever, I’ve got to do things for myself too.”

“You don’t want to make things worse though sweetheart,” Hobi’s aunt warned you, offering you a weak smile. “When I was younger, I was just like you, I never really managed to shrug off my injury after.”

You didn’t quite know where to look or what to say as Hobi’s family all nodded in agreement. You knew exactly what he was up to, with you not listening to him, Hobi was hoping that you would decide to listen to them instead.

“Everyone cares for you,” his dad added, telling that you were beginning to feel awkward.

Their concern was something that was expressed to you for most of the afternoon, with you barely being able to lift a finger. Every time you wanted something, they were there, you couldn’t help but actually be glad when they left to head home.

“You’re mad at me, right?” Hobi asked you as soon as the front door closed.

“Can you tell?” You replied, your mood having been pretty sour ever since the conversation first shifted to your injury. “I felt like I was getting preached at Hobi, everything that I said I didn’t like, everyone did for me.”

“My family meant well, just like I always do Y/N,” he tried to explain to you. “We’re not trying to make you feel as if you’re not human, but we want to make life easier for you, we can tell that you’re in pain deep down you know.”

“I wish people would believe me when I tell them I’m fine,” you vented.

“But people know that you’re not,” Hobi sharply replied. “You might think that I don’t see your clenched fists or your gritted teeth, but I do see them Y/N, I see it constantly.”

Your head threw back as you let go of a sigh, “I’m fed up with being injured, it’s just not fair.”

Hobi’s head nodded understandingly as he joined you on the sofa, placing his hand down over the top of your leg. “No one likes to be injured, no one likes to rely on other people as much as you’re having to right now Y/N, but without doing this then you’re not going to heal, it’s an annoying sacrifice now, but it will be worth it in the long run.”

You knew that Hobi was right, it was the exact same advice that you had given to him. Several times when he had come home with advice to rest after injuring himself at work you had been on his case about making sure that he stayed still.

“I think I’m secretly quite enjoying getting to look after you.”

“How can you possibly enjoy any of this Hobi?”

“Because it mans that I have to spend time with you,” he chuckled, “and follow you around to make sure that you don’t do yourself anymore harm. It’s nice to be able to do things for you, even though you don’t like people doing anything for you.”

“it’s just weird to get used to,” you frowned back across to Hobi beside you. “I’m so used to it just being me, I mean most of the time you’re busy at work, and now all of a sudden, you’re here and on hand whenever I need you. It almost feels like I’m stealing you from where you need to be.”

Hobi’s head shook as he listened to you speak, “where I need to be is right here with you, you’re not taking me away from anywhere.”

“I do appreciate it, even though I might seem ungrateful and stubborn at times,” you assured him, “I think I’ve just got a little bit of a funny way of showing it.”

“I get it,” Hobi smiled, squeezing gently against the top of your leg, “you know I’m not exactly fond of people helping me either, but I know when I do need help, and you do right now. We all need help from time to time, no matter how much we try to deny it.”

Your head nodded in agreement with Hobi, “I think I’m fed up with living in denial, I might as well just admit it now really, I’m pretty much incapable right now.”

“You’re not incapable, you’ve just got a bit of a hinderance,” Hobi grinned, “but with my help, that will soon go away and recover.”

“It will go soon,” you whispered, settling down across the sofa. “Remind me please to try and never get myself injured again.”

“I would definitely love for you not to get injured anymore,” Hobi laughed.

“Now I see just how not fun all of this is.”

“Next time I’m injured, does that mean you won’t tease me?”

“No way, I’ll always tease you.”

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tougherthanyoutheoutsiders · 20 days

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Sodapop x Fem!reader

We catches you working out in a crop top and shorts. Nothing spicy, maybe some kissing tho

Romance on the road.

( Sodapop x Female Reader)

warning: swearing,kissing that is about all.

you were new to Tulsa Oklahoma, you had just gotten to Tulsa yesterday and you didn’t know any body, literally no body. You had decided to move in with your Aunt because you felt like you couldn’t live alone anymore especially sense your parents had passed away not to long ago and you were on 17 years old.

“ hey Y/N I know your into cars and well I find this really nice car but it needs worked on, if you can get it to work then you can keep it for your self, and if you need anything for the car I will be happy to buy the stuff for you “ she said smiling at you.

You jumped out of you bed your book that you were reading now forgotten. And ran over to her and gave her a huge hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You said excitedly.

you ran and took a shower, then you picked out your outfit, you figured it was going to be a pretty hot day today, so you put on one of your crop tops it was a red flannel crop top, then you put on your very short black shorts. You didn’t mind wearing that stuff sense you were only going to be fixing up the car.

“Alright I’m going out now see you later! “You called out to my aunt.

“Alright have fun sweetheart! “She called back.

You walked out to the sidewalk where the car was already parked. She must of gotten the car this morning because you didn’t see the car yesterday when you got to her house. You were lucky enough that your aunt lived right next to a DX.

You were working on your car when suddenly you heard a voice behind you.

“Well, I’ll be damned not very many chicks know how the first thing about a car” the person chuckled.

You turned around to see a very handsome guy. He was wearing some simple jeans, converse, a flannel shirt and a white T-shirt. But you had to admit he was very hot. You bet that all the girls fawned over him. You wouldn’t be surprised. You looked at him and chuckled.

“And not very many men know how to talk to a woman correctly, so I can give you that. “You said.

“ I know you probably don’t need help but maybe I can help you, I work at that Dx right there car parts are on the house how bout that “ he winked at you.

“ is that your way of flirting with me or trying to get on my good side “ you laughed.

“What if it’s both “he grinned.

“Then I would tell you not to try so hard “you said to him.

You went back to work on your car, but then you felt a warm body press against your back. You stood up straight and turn around. You saw that it was Sodapop, and he was looking down at you with a warm smile.

“I never got your name doll “he said brushing some hair behind your hair.

“ it’s Y/N….” You trailed off.

“My name is Sodapop, but you can call me baby “he smirked.

He got even closer to you, your guys body’s pressed against each others and he put his hands on your hips and pulled you closer.

“ I don’t think we could get any closer then this “ you said cracking a joke.

“Trust me I know we can I can show you how if you want me to “he said his face merely inches away from yours.

“ then show me how close you get handsome “ you whispered.

He picked you up and sat you in the hood of your car, then with no hesitation he pressed his lips against yours. You kissed him back. After a few minutes you two pulled away and you both smiled at each other.

“Wow…. that…that was amazing best kiss I’ve ever had no doubt about it” he said.

“Well, my lips are all yours “you grinned.

He chuckled and pulled you into another kiss. And that is how you and Sodapop started your wonderful journey together.

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fandomsnstuff · 1 year

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I really like this one, it's a classic

@taznovembercelebration Remember or forget

Dirt crunches underfoot as Lup and her new friend Barry walk along in silence. It's strange, she thinks, how easy it is with him. Her whole life she's fended for herself, never allowing anyone too near, but then she ran into this fumbling, mediocre fighter. He's a little gruff and a bit of a jackass sometimes, but she can't find it in herself to ditch him. He asked her to go on some quest that he said "might be super dangerous," and she didn't even hesitate to say yes. The fact that he's handsome might have swayed her a little bit.

Conversation with him was like they'd known each other forever, falling into a comfortable rhythm. They talked about their pasts, not that either of them had much to talk about, they talked about magic, about their travels. Barry even confessed to her that he had no idea what this quest was actually for, he was just following instructions he never remembered leaving for himself. Lup felt compelled to be vulnerable with him, despite rejecting vulnerability whenever it tries to rear it's terrifying head. She told him about her aunt, being on the run, surviving by herself, she even told him about how it always felt like she was forgetting something. As if she'd left her oven on before going out, but a hundred times more intense. She was surprised to find out he had a similar feeling.

Then the conversation settled some, and now they walk in a comfortable silence. She feels an urge to reach out and take his hand, and she kicks herself mentally. That's too much. What would they do then? Swing their arms like a couple on their honeymoon? Weird. Gross. Get it together.

They come to the mouth of a cave, and Barry checks his map. "Alright, uh, I think- I think this is it."

"And you have no idea what we're looking for in here?"

"Well, it's- the instructions said that it's some sort of treasure keep, hoard, thing, and it might have... whatever I'm looking for. And I'm supposed to know it when I see it?"

"Great, so we run in head first? No plan?"

"The plan is don't die."

"Love it. This'll be easy."

It is not, in fact, easy. They manage to get through the first few sets of bandits guarding what must be a treasure trove hidden deep in the cave, but round three is proving itself to be difficult. Lup's running low on spells, Barry's running out of stamina, and they're both pretty beat up. They've taken out one bandit, so now they're each one-on-one with another. Lup's got the ranger, and Barry's got the fighter.

The ranger, evidently, has a bit of multiclassing up their sleeve when he turns invisible. Lup scans the room, hoping to spot a shadow or a ripple against the wall, anything to give away their position. Unfortunately, what she spots is an arrow, sailing straight towards Barry. She doesn't have time to scream before it lodges itself in his back, right through to where she knows his heart is.

He collapses unceremoniously, and Lup just knows he's dead. Her heart races, and she wills away tears that prick at her eyes. She's upset that he died, of course, but she still has a fight to win. And she's not even, like, that sad. It sucks that he died, it's upsetting, but it's fine.

The fighter bandit praises the ranger, and then starts to advance on Lup. She brandishes her wand, and tries to brace herself as the fighter gears up to charge her, when the cavern fills with red light. A spectre all in red floats above Barry's body. Lup grins, and starts laughing, almost manically. The two bandits turn to see what she's looking at and get struck down instantly by two streaks of red lightning.

"What the fuck!" Lup says, still laughing.

"Lup-" the spectre has Barry's voice- "holy shit, you- you're alive! You're here! With me! Where have you been?"

Lup brushes some tears off her cheeks and catches her breath. "Didn't I tell you my whole life story on the way up here? The fuck do you mean where have you been? "

"Right..." he says, sinking a little closer to the ground, mimicking his normal height. He seems pensive for a few moments, looking at her, then says, "Lup, I'm wicked sorry about this."

Her vision fills with red before she can even ask what he means.

#taz fic #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #taz #lup taaco #the thing is they're in love #all the time #and listen about lup wanting to cry when barry dies #you look me in the eye and tell me she wouldn't be sad that he died even if he's a lich #like yes he's still THERE but he DIED #he's DEAD #and it's SAD #even if he is a ghost

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tomcat-reusables · 7 months

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I know OC posts generally don’t do well on tumblr, but here’s my little horror OC William in time for Halloween. Lore below

William Harper Jones was born to an alcoholic mother and a father who never knew. When he's ten years old his mother commits suicide and he's sent to live on his aunts farm, his aunt breeds rabbits, little white rabbits and as William comes of age he develops an absolute obsession with these rabbits, he sees them everywhere, he can't get them out of his head. He thinks they know something he doesn't. He goes on to study forensics at a young adult and makes a singular friend in college, she's offput by his fixation but pities him and she's lonely too.

As Williams sanity plunges he decides he needs to do something, while his aunt is away he returns to her farm and kills the rabbits, every single one. As she returns home to find a paddock full of blood, her beloved nephew standing blank eyed on the grass William decides to do something in his far from clear mental state to do something drastic, in fear he kills his aunt, he uses his studies to cover it up perfectly. He discovers that the feeling of doing something like this is the only thing that can make the rabbits go away, just for a while.

He kills two more, a young man hiking in the woods near the farm, and the elderly grandfather of a prominent lawyer based in the nearby town. Once again, he covers them up perfectly. His forensic knowledge only improving as he deletes all his traces. A year passes, he spends much of his time in nature now, but has managed to get a job at a private forensic facility. William needs a fourth body, that will end it all, an even number and the rabbits will leave him alone, but as he seeks out the unlucky man or woman he is greeted by a familiar, yet suddenly unfriendly face. It's his friend from college, she's had a personal project, she knows what he did. It's driving her almost as insane as he is. She isn't thinking straight. The two figures are on the side of a ravine, William with his back to her, he turns around, he shoots.

using the last of her strength Williams former ally pushes him, her body collapsing on the now blood soaked forest floor. William is falling, he sticks his left arm out, his right fingers stuck to his gun as if he can't move them, watching himself hurtle towards the rapids below, he hits the rocks. It all goes black.

William wakes up in hospital, everything hurts. He doesn’t want to move. His brain is foggy, the pain is unbearable. The damage is irreversible. After a lengthy period of time recovering but never quite from his ‘accident’ William returns to work, he will never be who he was before. He's died and been reborn, a new person. The first day he walks into the laboratory, limping, cane in hand and decommissioned arm in sling. He sees a folder on his desk. "K. Jackson, cold case". It’s her. this is his punishment, this is his final show of karma. She will not let him forget

In the end he knows that she would have wanted to punish him, but instead of prison he feels he needs to cover it up and simply live with the guilt of what he did unable to tell anyone, it's just what she would have wanted. And so William becomes a hermit, unsure if he can ever be redeemed.

#oc #my ocs #art #digital art #my art #non fandom #horror oc

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