#/i'm pulling out my hair because these writing assignments that are timed make my anxiety go haywire

[vireous]

I'm almost done with this class, but these writing assignments are killing me because even when I translate with a regular German dictionary (not google translate or other translate services) I can't for the life of me know what half of this is meaning.

[d1g1tal-d1ary]

Mardy Bum // Alex Turner

Summary: This drabble was inspired by "Mardy Bum" from the WPSIATWIAN album!! Had a shitty day so I felt like I had to write it 🕺

Warnings: none, f!reader, fluff, comfort

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I had been feeling unwell all day that friday. My period had started the moment I stepped into the office that morning and it didn't help that my boss was particularly moody and kept moaning that I didn't finish a single assignment until then. All I yearned for had been Alex that day; I wanted him to cuddle me and kiss me and make me forget about how awful work is.

So that was why - when I had finally gotten through the traffic of London's rush hour - I immeditaly got started on dinner for Alex and me. I wasn't feeling like cooking; my cramps were draining me but since Alex and I hadn't seen us in a long time because of festival season, I tried to serve something at least a bit special anyway.

It had gotten dark outside by the time dinner was ready, but there was no sign from Alex whatsover. I wanted to cry already right then and there - hormones all over the place pairing with the anxiety that he'd forgotten about our date.

I quickly glanced towards the clock - a reminder that he'd been an hour late from what we said. The plate that was initally set on the table in my kitchen was now on the tiny table in my living room; empty. I quickly stood up from the couch and turned the TV off before walking towards the door.

"You're late," I said right after I had opened the door. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and gave him a look; not caring to see the remorseful glance in his eyes.

"I know, love," he quickly replied and stepped closer. "I missed the train. The weather outside was awful - so everybody took the train which led to it being too full."

A part of me believed him and wanted to say everything was alright but there was another part of me that was happy to have found something to be upset about. Something to let out all the frustration I had bottled up from today - that part of me wanted to get rid off it and finally found a reason to.

"You could've just said so if you don't wanna meet up with me," I rolled my eyes. "I feel so dumb waiting for you an entire evening."

"What?" he frowned and I couldn't help but notice the way his hair fell into his face as it was wet from the pouring rain outside. "Love, is everything alright?"

"No, of course it's not," I confessed but I didn't want him to know what bothered me truthfully; honestly, I didn't know what was going on with me and why I was so upset about his late arrival. "I'm waiting all day to finally see you and you don't even bother to spend more time with me but you arrive an hour late? Thanks, Alex."

"Y/n, what the hell?" he asked. "I didn't keep you waiting 'cause I was busy doing other stuff but because I fuckin' missed the train. That happens. I'm sorry for not calling you but my phone died."

I wanted to cry even more at his words; I wanted him to look through me, to understand me without me having to tell him because I simply couldn't tell him. I didn't want him to get upset about me nor did I want to start a fight - I wanted to lay cuddled up in my bed with him while we're watching our favorite show.

"You don't even care," I argued back and pull a disappointed face towards him. "Why have you come, anyways? You clearly don't want to be here."

"Gosh, y/n," Alex sighed and I suddenly remembered that he still stood outside of my apartment and the rain poured down on him but he didn't even moan or complain one bit. "I care. I care for you and that's why I am here right now. You have no idea how much I missed you and your kisses but you're all argumentative right now and that fuckin' pisses me off."

I felt tears stinging in my eyes which made me step away from the door so he wouldn't see me crying. I hadn't closed the door; I wanted him to follow me and finally embrace me in his arms. And that's what he did - he pulled me back against his chest and carefully rested his head above mine without speaking a word.

"I'm sorry," I whimper softly after I had turned around so that my head was resting against his chest. "I didn't mean to argue- it's been just so much today."

"Shh, I know, sweetheart," was all he replied but I didn't miss the way his arms pulled me even tighter against him. "I love you."

"Alex," I sobbed hard this time; looking up at him with puffy eyes and tears falling from my cheeks. "I feel so ugly and fat and- like shit."

"Don't say that," he frowned and cupped my face softly. "I love you, no matter what. I love you on your good days and even more on your bad ones."

[altarianchildren]

Alright Tumblr!

Time to meet some OCs!

These two in particular hold a very special, very close place in my heart! I'm gonna make this a sort of "ask the oc(s) anything" post, interaction is encouraged!

Trypo and Tueri Harrows, of Coumarine, Kalos.

Below the cut is oc lore and more art!

I'm saying this now, their story is a sad one, but I find it intriguing! They've become something of comfort characters for me, especially in the way their dynamic works. Trypo (the trainer) was born into a noble house in Kalos! Tueri (the abnormally tall Bisharp) was assigned to protect her when she was born. He was originally her mother's guardian! Now he's at Trypo's side.

Being bigger than most of his kinds makes him quite intimidating, though to his lass, he's got quite the soft spot. He has several ways of showing affection to his partner and teammates, some physical, some otherwise. Physical means towards Trypo ranges from carrying her, resting his chin atop her head, pulling her against his torso to loom over and guard her more closely, letting her cling to his arm, and even sorting through her hair to pick out debris (usually after a battle or in the morning, or situations where her hair gets messed up.) It's his own means of like- returning the favour of grooming, since Trypo will sharpen his blades for him and keep his metal polished and in good condition!

Did we mention Tueri communicates via Telepathy?

I headcanon that certain types are susceptible to using telepathy! Psychic (obviously-) ghost, and dark are those types, especially for more humanoid mons, or mons based heavily on pretty sentient yokai or entities (like Zoroark being based on the shapeshifting aspect of Kitsune!) Anyway that hc is for a different ramble a different day-

Tueri uses telepathy to communicate to others! He can also read and write, thanks to Trypo's father teaching him how to do so before Trypo was even a thought in that man's mind.

Speaking of her father.

Lumin Harrows.

Is the entire reason Trypo and Tueri are on the run in the first place. Lumin decided, after Tueri failed once (1 singular time) to guard the girl from a preventable situation, that he had to be. . . Disposed of, for something better.

Trypo didn't want to let Tueri go, much less know he'd get killed for one failure that was very much her fault to begin with. So, what did she do to prevent his death?

She took Tueri, took the shield (an heirloom that she shouldn't have had until 20,) gave the shield to Tueri, snagged some cash, and fled Kalos, hitting Unovan soil first, where their whole runaway story begins.

Lumin starts giving chase when he realizes they fled Kalos, and it leads to a multi-region chase across the world, with Lumin under the mindset he's saving his daughter from a silver-tongued, manipulating monster, and Trypo on the run for her partner's life.

Lemme hit you with another fun bit of trivia that Lumin isn't aware of, and that the Harrows Shield here is slightly aware of but doesn't understand.

They're soul-linked.

(This is a mechanic from conquest that I put my own spin on to add to these two!)

If one goes down, they both do.

Now, suddenly running for his life, is running for hers too, no?

Tueri protecting her so vigorously, so acutely, is also guarding his own life, no?

Of the two, their personalities are a good mix of opposing forces, that balance and check each other. Trypo is meek, shy, riddled with anxieties thanks to her father hunting them down, and rather antisocial because of it. She's fearful, to the point it would consume her if it weren't for Tueri. Tueri is bold, unshaken, he's adamant and brave. He's level, where she's chaotic. He's cold and calculated in battle, even seeming cold to others outside of battle, save those he'd consider a friend. His steel-cold exterior is balanced by her open compassion, by an unwavering heart trying to keep all sides held together. She leads the team by tactic and heart, where he leads via tactic and example. He's the force to her words. The calm to her storm, she's the caution to his "I have to act" sort of attitude.

Trivia time!

》It took them several years to get a tent. Before then, they'd sleep up in trees, in pokémon centers, back alleys, or on a very rare occasion, even take refuge by the kindness of someone taking them in for a night. Now that they have a tent, they almost exclusively sleep in that or in pokémon centers.

》Teammates are as follows, caught in this order!

Anima ♀️(Gardevoir, megastone holder!)

-Mina ♀️💫 (Gained from another trainer as a Vaporeon, shiny!)

-Aeternus ♀️(Mudsdale- she carries all the cargo on the saddle, such as camping equipment and medical supplies)

-Iroha ♂️(Noivern)

-Relle ♂️(Ceruledge)

》Tueri holds Trypo between his blades when they sleep! Due to selective breeding, his physical traits were altered a bit as a result, one such being a wider gap between the blades on his torso. He pulls Trypo in and kinda wraps himself and his cloak around her when they rest, guarding her even in their sleep. If she stirs for whatever reason, he will start to make a sound akin to metallic purring to calm her down and lull her back to a quiet sleep.

》Trypo's left leg still has lasting effects from the initial injury, due to. . . Unknown reasons.

》"My Little Versailles" is Tueri's little nickname for Trypo when other people aren't around and their situation is calm + stress free for a spell.

》Trypo refers to Tueri as her partner, her knight, her other half, and her crimson sentinel.

》Tueri is an absolute sucker for spicy food ong. Give him ghost peppers and he will eat that shit like candy. Trypo cannot tolerate the same level of heat he can, but she also enjoys spicy foods!

》The Harrows Shield is a name/title for the both of them combined, as opposed to a title specifically for the trainer or for the pokémon.

》They eat off the same plate! Tueri will take food from it first, especially if it's food from someone else. His steel typing means he's immune to poison, thus can safely tell if something would be toxic for his person to eat or not. Even when they eat, she seems to be guarded by him in every way.

》Tueri has articulated hands! Also a trait thanks to selective breeding.

》Don't let his sharp expression and scary looks fool you. Tueri is so very soft with friends and his teammates. . . You'd almost think you're looking at two different entities if you saw him around a stranger vs a friend.

》Tueri is never inside of his pokéball unless unconscious from battle. He absolutely hates being inside it, and will not willingly go in. He has broken a pokéball in the past by forcibly busting out of it despite the lock in place, which resulted in Trypo getting a dusk ball for him as a replacement capsule.

》Tueri thinks the dusk ball is a lot more comforting than the luxury ball he used to be in. He claims the luxury ball felt "cold and unforgiving." He still hates being in the dusk ball, but it doesn't make him feel out of place.

》Trypo likes to make little grass and flower crowns if they have down time whole camping. Tueri has been subjected to many crownings of forest floor foliage.

》Don't tell the world he actually cherishes that deep down in his soul.

》Thanks to their soul-link, emotions bleed to one another a bit! Trypo's rage can make Tueri on edge and itching for battle, or Tueri's calm in a situation can subconsciously ease her anxieties into a state of calm as well. Seeing her cry breaks his heart. If emotions are polar opposites, it can actually cause some strain and make it feel like their hearts are hurting!

》Despite everything, they could not ask for a better partner, a better friend, a better combination. They're each other's world. </3

》I actually view these two as my comfort characters because of the softer moments in their dynamic. Their story is filled with turmoil and hardships, but when they get time to rest, and rest easy, it just feels particularly special. They earned good rest, they savor it so genuinely when they can lay in a sleeping bag and not have to worry about the world outside the tent. Rain is usually melancholy, but to them, it's safety, and it's calm. Even the thunderstorms feel safe compared to what they run from. I think maybe it's because Trypo characterizes a turmoil-filled era of my life, and Tueri is like. . . The anchor I wish I had in that time. He is the calm to the storm. The reason the boat doesn't drift so far out to sea. But I think it's also because while he so openly and blatantly guards and defends his lady, she's also trying to protect him in less visible ways. She chose to run away with him to save his life. She keeps his blades sharp so in battle he never has to worry about his blades chipping or a dull strike deciding a match. She's soft with him to keep his mind steady, to ensure he stays okay in the mind and heart despite all that follows them. They protect each other in their own ways, and both sides are equally as appreciative and aware of the other's side of it. They're precious to one another. So very, sincerely, dearly precious. They're not perfect- but they take the flaws in each other openly, and in stride. "This is my crimson knight, who will never openly speak of any weakness he has- but I know his weakness, and I know his fears, and I walk beside him anyways." "This is my lady, and though her fears paralyze her and make it seem impossible to step forward, I hold a hand out so I can lead her through the fear, and walk together." I just. I love their dynamic. I love them a lot.

》I might end up doing a comic series for these two and their team??? Start from the beginning and work from there? Or do comic strips of different situations They're in with no real timeline? Debating this tbh.

》Trypo is still very afraid of Relle considering he's the newest member + there's a bit of a language barrier + Relle is. . . Aggressive as fuck and it scares her

》Tueri and Relle had MAD BEEF for awhile I won't lie. Big brawling hours for a hot minute. Relle now understands why Tueri is in charge. Poor boy is still trying to figure out why Trypo is somehow in charge of Tueri. She never acts like it.

》Tueri is not afraid to fight dirty in actual threatening scenarios. He will pull every nasty trick in every book just to ensure victory in the wilds, ensure that team eats, lives another day, what have you.

》Tueri will not discriminate, those hands are rated E for Everyone.

Once again, this is functioning as a "hey look at my ocs!" A mini art dump and also a "ask the ocs anything" sort of post. Interaction encouraged, give me reasons to draw these two more I beg---

If you read through all of that ily

[arianna-bradshaw]

Some Things Never Get Old: Part Two

Summary: Bradley has his first deployments

TW: 18+ Smut, Deployment, Anxiety

Word Count: 1,526

6 Months Later, Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw had graduated from Top Gun, and was assigned his first deployment. He would be gone on a mission for two months, and not one that you could follow along on. It was terrifying, knowing that Bradley would be out somewhere flying in combat against God knows who. He would be leaving tomorrow morning at 0500 on the carrier, so tonight was for them. The night started with dinner at their favourite restaurant and led them to the Hard Deck, where the other Aviators assigned on the mission were hanging out. 

Bradley serenaded her with Great Balls of Fire, while she sat in his lap, ending with a kiss. She was terrified, and anxious- almost sick; but she acted happy and let Rooster take her home.

"I'm sorry I have to leave, I didn't imagine my first mission would be this long, honey." Rooster said softly as you both sat in your bedroom. He had fully moved back in and all the room showed off him and you. 

"I know," You whispered, leaning under his arm. "I'm scared for you, Rooster." 

"I'll be safe, love. I promise, I'm coming back to you no matter what." Bradley kissed your head and rubbed your shoulder. You nodded and clung to him, as if he'd slip away. 

"I love you." You whispered, moving to sit in his lap, face buried in his neck. 

"I love you too, Y/N." Bradley said softly, petting your hair. "C'mon I needa get some rest." You both changed into sleep clothes, and you were laying on his chest. You couldn't sleep, not when this might be the last time you get to hold him like this. You would savor every moment even if it meant being exhausted when you sent him off tomorrow. 

But eventually you did fall asleep, lulled by his steady breathing and heartbeat. You woke up to Rooster's alarm, and him groaning. He shut off the alarm and kissed your head before making his way out of bed. You sat up and watched him get dressed in his khaki uniform, shoving extras into his duffle bag. He gently set in a few pictures printed of you and him before zipping it. He turned and noticed you were awake. 

"Morning, baby." Bradley kissed your head, and you couldn't help how your eyes watered as you clung to him. He helped you dress into shorts and one of his grey Navy t-shirts; brushing your hair for you. You hated how much of a mess your were, but he was leaving and you didn't know if he'd make it. 

He drove his Bronco with you in the passenger seat, and as you drove the fourty minute drive to base, the sun was rising. Rooster kept a steady hand on your thigh as he hummed along to the radio. He seemed to calm, but you knew he was probably terrified; just like you. 

When you arrived and walked out with him to the jet he'd fly to the carrier you starting sobbing. You both clung to eachother outside his jet, him rocking you and kissing your head. "I promise I'll be back beautiful, b-but if something does happen you need to take care of yourself okay? Don't lose yourself."

You nodded in response, struggling to peel yourself away from him. Eventually he kissed you gently and pulled away. "I love you, Y/N." he whispered. 

"I love you too, Bradley." You whispered back; and before you knew it he was strapped in and out in the air. The walk back to the Bronco without him was horrible, and you hated the drive even more. As soon as you arrived in your apartment you were typing out an email for him to read once he arrived on the boat he'd be stationed at. 

Dear Rooster,

I literally just parked at the apartment and I didn't know what to do with myself so I turned on the computer to talk to you. I never thought it would be this hard, my love. You HAVE to come back, because if you don't I cannot live. You are my soulmate, and when you get your ass back here I'm determined to marry you. I have 100% faith in you, and your abilities. I'm so proud of you, Bradley. Please write back as soon as you can. I love you!

Love, 

Your Hen

Bradley did respond and over the next few weeks you emailed eachother whenever possible. Until Brad told you it'd be his last email; because they had to stay low now and start the actual mission. Your heart stopped and you wished him luck, and turned off the laptop. 

Your shifts at the Hard Deck got harder and harder seeing men come in uniform and not be Rooster; but you had to be fine- he had to be fine. You'd be strong for him. A few days before the set day of arrival, you got a call from the Navy. You immideietly thought the worst and your breath picked up. 

"Is this Y/F/N?" You were asked, and you were sure that they were about to confirm your address to send announcement officers. 

"This is she?" You responded, trying to keep your voice steady. 

"The confirmed arrival of Bradley Bradshaw will be on June 25th at 0800; the ship will be at the Top Gun port." You let out a sigh of relief and thanked them, rushing over to Penny's to inform her of the good news. She hugged you tightly as you cried in relief; clinging to her.

When the day finally came, you were there early, waiting with other spouses and family beside the port entrance. When you saw the ship, your heart sped up and you grinned- tears in your eyes. 

It took a while for it to dock, and for the men and women to be released off but when you saw Bradley walking down nothing else mattered. You ran to him as soon as he hit the mainland and jumped into his arms. He clung to you, whispering assurances in your ear as you sobbed. 

"Fuck Rooster I was so scared." You whined, kissing him deeply. You both walked, hand in hand to the Bronco and he drove back towards town. 

"Our place or the Hard Deck?" He asked softly, rubbing your thigh. 

"Take me home, Bradshaw." You grinned, kissing his cheek. 

"Oh by the way," He smirked, "It's Lieutenant now."

You giggled and nuzzled his neck, "Okat Lieutenant Bradshaw, take me to bed." He parked quickly at your house and lifted you over his shoulder. You grinned and playfully hit his back. "Put me down!" you huffed when you got inside; but he didn't until he layed you in bed. 

"I missed you, love." Bradley kissed you gently, holding you close. He started pulling your sundress over your head, kissing your chest as it was  revealed. You blushed and wrapped your arms around his waist. You were suddenly thankful for the availability of showers on deck, and he smelt so good and clean as you fisted his hair. 

"Please Rooster," You moaned and he was quick to unzip his flight suit, and strip off his under clothes. You pushed him back onto the bed, crawling in between his legs. He leaned on his elbows and watched as you took his cock into your mouth; moaning around it. He groaned and gripped your hair gently.

"You're so fucking pretty on my cock." He mumbled, letting his head fall back. After a couple minutes of pleasuring him you pulled off your bra and underwear, running your hands over his chest. 

You straddled him and he cursed as you took him inside of you, whining. "Fuck Brad, missed you so much." It took a minute before you started riding him, he groaned and held your hips tightly. 

"Y/N please, faster baby." Rooster groaned, letting his hands roam over your body, squeezing your tits. You obliged, moaning his name and taking your pleasure from him. After a bit, Bradley couldn't hold back and sporadically flipped you over pounding into you. 

You gasped and moaned in time with his thrusts. He held your hips tight enough to bruise and rammed your bodys together. His beautiful sounds making your orgasm approach farther. "Rooster I'm close!" You whined, clinging to his shoulders. 

Bradley went faster, and groaned into your ear. You could tell he was close, and he kissed you deeply. After a few hard thrusts, you came, moaning his name loudly- clinging to him. 

"Fuck baby!" Rooster growled, his hips moving harder as he came, grinding into you as he rode his pleasure. You panted, holding him close so he wouldn't move. 

You started crying as you clung to him, from the pleasure, from seeing him, from finally being close to him again. He pet your hair, breathing raggidly and kissing you deeply. 

"I love you." He said softly, and you said it back as you both held eachother tightly. 

"Did you mean what you said about marrying me when I came back?" Bradley asked, smirking at you.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Just so you know, the assignment was something among the lines of "use these words to write a short story" and I may have went slightly overboard. Rushed? Obviously. The ending was literally write in the middle of the lesson. But that's the effort that counts right? (Please I hope it sends in one ask)

It was a bad idea. Obviously. It wasn't worth the risk. Right. Right? He was definitely losing his mind or has lost it already if even a part of him thought it was anything else.

Nana would laugh in his face if she were to see this. Or, more likely, yell at him for being such an idiot who didn't care about himself at all. Well damn, he was running out of ideas, sue him. And that? That seemed like an opportunity. An opportunity to reach a confinement between them. To keep him safe without becoming fugitives and hiding for years, if not decades.

Torino exhaled slowly, eyes locking on the man in front of him. To a certain extent, it was funny to realize how hard it was to believe that he could actually look even benevolent when they were not trying to murder each other.

It was almost nice, actually. To sit like that in a quiet cafe, doing small talk as if they were old friends and one of them wasn't the reason the other had spent days trying to wash the blood off himself. To a certain degree, the hero still couldn't get rid of this feeling, of how hideous he'd felt reeking of metal and ashes. How his self hatred surfaced the moment he was finally left alone and how drained he was of any energy to shed even a single tear and-

"Sorahiko," the villain's voice startled him and he gasped for air sharply, eyes darting to the white haired man who looked so damn genuinely concerned that he felt sick to the bone. This couldn't be right, he couldn't be even capable of that, he was just a fu- "Sorahiko," All for One repeated, this time placing a hard on his shoulder, and the gesture was so weirdly soothing that he flinched at this. "I am not going to hurt you. You know that, Sorahiko. Otherwise I would've done so already."

He registered, in the back of his mind, that it was likely to be an effect of a nerve soothing quirk, it must've been also touch based, because the moment All for One pulled away, anxiety washed over him again.

"Why?" He choked out more of a sob than a solid question, making the villain frown in confusion and worry. "Why even make an effort? You could've just killed me. Could've- you could've come for him and, I don't know, used some quirk on him to make him-"

"But I didn't. And I am not planning to, at least, not yet," he shook his head with a sigh. "Truth is, I'm tired of this, Sorahiko. Think about it. My brother was murdered years, decades ago and I'm still trying to get the last thing left of him only to meet newer and newer generations of people trying to murder me. I haven't been fully in control of what I've built back then in years, I'm sure you have noticed that. You- oh God, you really haven't noticed the drop in crime activity, have you?"

"I had other concerns," the hero shrugged. "Why now?"

"As I said, tiredness. Nana's successor hasn't been quite shaped into the Commission's murder machine, yet, and I want to make this deal beneficial for both sides."

Torino eyed him suspiciously and crossed his arms, considering his chances.

An opportunity to make All for One step back. To not let more blood be spilled later. Though, in exchange for the only thing capable of stopping him…

"What would be our benefit from this, then?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Freedom," he said simply.

"Freedom?"

"No more heroics," the villain nodded, continuing. "No more being the Commission's lap dog. No more all of this, raising your successors thing and hiding for years. Freedom."

"What makes you think I would agree to this?"

That, for some reason, made All for One laugh. Startled, Sorahiko stared at him for a moment perhaps too long enough before he decided to ask.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing much. You've spent so much time fighting along side with Nana, helping her carry her oh so tremendous duty of the Saviour and now you have her successor, but tell me what, Sorahiko. Would you still try to play a hero, were these factors to be taken away? And even if you did, do you actually want to burden a literal child with this? What is he, seventeen? I could crush him with one hit if I wanted. So, do you really not think it'd be stupid to refuse this chance? After all, you guys have made it your duty to defeat the demon lord or whatever people call me these days with One for All and see where the problem steps in. I am not willing to fight anymore, taking apart everything my brother's little heroes tried to build so hard. I can't bring him back, either. In other words, I am only asking you to be reasonable. To help me end this. So, what will be, Sorahiko?"

Gran Torino hesitated, looking at All for One, who was now back to calmly drinking his tea, once more. Suddenly, he became hyper aware of everything around them. All the people, every life to be lost if he refused.

He was cornered. And honestly, he was so, so tired.

Torino sighed. "Fine. Let's just get this over with."

thank you for sharing! wow! i need to know CONTEXT and RESOLUTION. reading and rereading it, i'm pretty sure sorahiko's not betraying toshinori to all for one for 'the sake of survival'. then again, what could AfO be asking of sorahiko...?

[caption id: Additional note from the writer that says, "Side note number two while I'm at it. The same classmate who decided to retell a one piece arc asks when is the next chapter. Should I go for it lmao."]

The answer being, yeah, of course!! Would I ever deny myself Prime Torino content???

[foodieforthoughts]

Down in History

Summary: Your first award function with Henry as a couple.

Pairing: Henry x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Fluffy comfort

A/N: This is a birthday fic dedicated to the wonderful Lisa (@killjoy-assbutt-1112). Babe you deserve the world and here's to me trying to make your day a little brighter. Hope you enjoy and I'm sorry I'm a day late. 🙈

Also, thank you to @the-soot-sprite for helpful writing tips and @infinite-shite for listening to me talk about this. ❤️

Song inspo:

Title: Down in History

I looked out the window as hordes of paparazzi lined outside to snap a picture of their favorite celebs. The police tried to contain the crowd, failing miserably like I was failing to contain my growing anxiety.

Closing the curtains, I turned to the beautiful dress hanging on the mannequin. It was a gift from Henry for our first red carpet event tonight. I ran a hand lightly over the satin dress, feeling the silky fabric glid smoothly beneath my touch. The bodice was embroidered with silver crystals, glinting as the light caught in them.

I chewed on my bottom lip and wound my arms around my body. I was nervous beyond explanation. The media had dissected our relationship left, right and centre. They had scrutinized Henry for being with a girl who was nearly two decades younger than him, again.

"Miss," Maurice peered from behind the door, her cat-eyed glasses perched low on her nose. "We need to start getting ready." She informed and with a nod from me, she entered with her posse behind her.

I sat on the swirling chair they had placed in front of the mirror. While the ladies got to their work, I took the opportunity to look into my relationship with Henry.

As soon as our meetings became more frequent and the paps started getting more content, our faces started to appear on blogs and websites. My life became an open book with everyone trying to pull it apart piece by piece, commenting on things they had no business getting into. I had a fair idea about Henry's 19 year old ex-girlfriend and how much slack he had gotten for it. It was the sole reason why I was reluctant to officially date him even when he persistently asked for it.

After months of running into each other every day on our daily morning runs, Henry had finally stopped me for a chat one day. I had been a bubbling bundle of nerves when he had asked my name. The sexy Hollywood heartthrob seemed like he had planned on bumping into me that day for his questions seemed like he had memorized them. I wasn't the one to complain and when he had asked if I was free for coffee, I had agreed in a heartbeat.

"He's in the other room, miss. Maurice insisted that this room should be Female Central."

"Where's Henry?" I asked, turning slightly in my seat to look at our assistant sitting on a chair typing on her iPad. "I didn't see him since morning."

"Guilty." Maurice commented as she curled the ends of my hair to fall down my shoulder in waves. "Are you nervous?" She asked, talking to me through the reflection in the mirror.

"Very. I think I'll pass out even before I reach the red carpet."

She tapped lightly on my shoulder. "Don't worry. I heard Henry tell his friend he's not going to leave your side the entire night."

Despite all his efforts, I had once almost broken up with him. Henry had been away for filming and I had stayed back at his house. Somehow my location had gotten out to the public and I had been chased by the paps and fans, asking questions about Henry. I had locked myself in his house, too afraid to go out and when Henry was unavailable for calls because of the time difference, I had been a crying mess. In the heat of the moment, I had texted him that once he is back it is going to be over for us. After a long call later in the night, lots of crying and soothing, we had pulled through.

I felt a flutter in my heart.

Henry had been the most supportive boyfriend in the world. He had been with me through thick and thin, gently easing me in his life. He had promised me that whenever possible, he wouldn't let anyone harm my image in anyway. And he had rightfully held his promise. He had assigned PR representatives to look after my public image and gone as far as to make a big celeb gossip blog retract their article spreading personal information about my life.

Maurice eased me into my dress with the help of her assistants and started making the necessary adjustments to it. I stood with my arms out, looking at myself in the mirror and marveled at the image that looked back at me.

I worried about how people were going to perceive me tonight. They were going to complain how the dress had lost its charm because it was on me. Or they would comment how I look like Henry's child, like they always did. Or maybe this time they'll comment on the way my body was built.

My eyes welled up in tears and I sniffed, looking up and trying to not ruin the makeup. A knock on the door, distracted me from my inner turmoil. I waited for one of the ladies to open it and when they did, the sight in front of me nearly took my breath away.

Henry looked daper in a suit, made to perfectly fit his body. His eyes softened as he took notice of me and he entered through the door to walk towards me. "What's wrong baby?" He asked and took my hands in his.

Maurice and her assistants were done with their work on the dress and they quietly left the room to give us some privacy. I felt my lips tremble as the self doubt began clouding in my mind.

"I-I'm scared." I muttered. The welling tears in my eyes were threatening to fall down.

"But why? I'll be by your side the whole time. You don't have to worry about anything." He reassured me, walking me towards the bed and making me sit beside him.

"They are going to comment on our age," I mumbled quietly, twirling my fingers in a curl, refusing to look at him.

"I don't care, baby. And you shouldn't either. What's important is that we love each other and I accept you for who you are."

I weakly smiled at him as Henry kissed my cheek. The tears were threatening to fall but I managed to blink them away. He held my hand, gently circling his thumb over my skin in circles. I heard him sigh and run his free hand through his hair.

"What?" I asked, worried he had something running in his own mind.

"I was going to do this after the event, but-" He said before sliding down the bed and on his knee.

My mouth fell open, stunned at the turn of events. I stared at him wide eyed as Henry fished out a signature blue Tiffany&Co box from his pocket. He smiled sheepishly at me as I could only stare at him.

"Henry, what are you..."

"Baby, I love you. I have been searching for a person like you my whole life. I have never been happier before in my life. I don't care what people say, all I want is to spend the rest of my life with you." He pressed his lips, trying to breathe calmly. "Will you marry me, baby?"

Henry opened the box leaving me mesmerized by the beautiful double halo diamond ring sitting on the plush velvet cushion. But it wasn't the ring that made me cry, it was the love that seemed to be overflowing from within me for this man. I didn't care about the ruined makeup, nor the sobbing mess I was becoming.

I barely could nod a 'yes', before Henry with tears in his eyes smiled brightly up at me. He sat up and pulled me in for a hug as I wound my arms around his neck. He kissed my lips softly, before he pulled the ring out of its box. I bit my lip and watched as he slid the platinum band on my finger, overwhelmed by the rush of emotions as it sat snugly around my slim digit.

"Now, let's go to the event and let everyone know that you aren't just my girlfriend, but also my future wife." Henry said before kissing me until I couldn't breathe.

[raeandwhatnot]

Hold Your Breath- Alive!Luke Patterson Imagine

Summary: You have a big test coming up, but what happens if the test happened earlier than expected?

Warnings: anxiety attack

Words: 3.8k

Masterlist

A/N: Hello, I am thinking of taking requests for imagines. So far, I’ve only done Luke/Charlie. However, I attached a masterlist that shows everything I am comfortable writing so far. For marvel, I can try to write for other superheroes, so that way I can learn how to write for them. But yeah, if you want me to write something, request away! I will say, I'm in college so it will take a bit. Alrighty, enjoy this imagine! 

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I wake up to the annoying noise that is my alarm clock. It was already 6:45? I barely got any sleep last night from studying for the upcoming history test. I hate taking tests, so I stress myself out by studying as much as I can so I can get a good grade. I sit up on my bed to see my textbook and papers laid out around me. I turn to my alarm and shut it off. I grab my phone from my night stand to see that Reggie texted me.

Hey, I’m going to be a little late picking you up today. I’ll be over around 7:45. See ya soon- Reg

I reply with a simple okay to let Reggie know that I got the message. I collect my textbook and papers and place them on the night stand. I didn’t feel like getting 100% ready. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the light to see what the damage looked like. My hair was a mess and I had major bags under my eyes. I brush my (Y/H/C) hair and put it in a messy bun. I decided I was going to do extra light makeup today. I normally do a natural look, but today I was going extra natural. I put some concealer under my eyes so I don’t look scary. I then put some mascara and eyebrows. I quickly brush my teeth so I don’t have to look at my reflection anymore. Once I finish in the bathroom, I walk back to my room to put on different clothes. Even though I felt like absolute crap and didn’t even feel like putting on jeans, I knew my friends would realize something was wrong if I didn’t wear jeans. I changed the shirt I slept in into a graphic band tee, and I changed from shorts to jeans. To finish the outfit, I put on my checkered vans. I grab textbook and papers from my night stand and put it in my backpack.

After zipping my backpack, I took a deep breath to try to calm me down. I could feel my heart picking up its pace as I was stressing about going to school. I don’t do well when I don’t get a goodnights rest. This past week, I haven’t been getting enough sleep and it is now starting to hit me. I tried to remind myself that it was a Thursday and that I have one more day to study before the test. I took another deep breath and shake my hands to try to get the stress out of me a little bit. I grab my backpack and head to the kitchen for breakfast.

When I get to the kitchen, I place my backpack near the kitchen table. I wasn’t entirely all that hungry, so I just grab a bagel and put it in the toaster. I get the cream cheese from the fridge and wait for my bagel to finish toasting. I suddenly hear a knock at the door. I furrow my brows and look at my phone. It was 7:40. I guess I was having a quicker morning than I thought. I walk to the door and open it to see Reggie. “Hey, (Y/N)!” Reggie smiled.

I smile back, “Hi, Reggie. I’m just heating up a bagel real quick. Come on in.” I step to the side so Reggie can walk in. He nods and steps through the door. I close it behind him as I hear my bagel pop out of the toaster.

“How has your morning been?” Reggie asks as we both walk to the kitchen.

“It’s been alright. I’m a little tired from studying last night,” I say while spreading cream cheese on the bagel.

Reggie leans against counter, “But (Y/N/N), you’ve been studying all week!”

“I know, I know. I just want to do well!” I exclaim.

“Is that why you haven’t come to Julie and the Phantoms rehearsals recently?” Reggie questions. Even though Reggie can be a bit of an airhead, he does notice a lot of things about his friends.

“Maybe,” I mumble as I finish spreading the cream cheese and put it back in the fridge.

Reggie steps over to me and grabs my shoulders to stop me from moving. “(Y/N), you are going to be fine! You always do good enough on your tests,” he says.

I slightly smile at his comforting words, “Thanks, Reg.” Reggie smiles and drops his hands from my shoulders. I grab my bagel and backpack. “Okay, I’m ready to go now!”

“Sweet,” Reggie says. “Also, sorry for being late! I was fixing my amp in the rain last night. I think it messed up my car a little bit, so I had to have my dad jump my car.”

I slowly take a bite out of my bagel listening to Reggie’s explanation. “I don’t think you should be doing that, but okay,” I whisper as we walk to Reggie’s car. We climb in the car at the same time and start heading to school. Thankfully, school wasn’t terribly far away. To be honest, I could walk to school, but who wants to do that?

I finish eating my breakfast as Reggie pulled into the parking lot. Reggie’s assigned parking space was right next to Alex’s. Alex, Luke, and Julie were clumped around Alex’s car waiting for us to join them. “Hey guys!” Reggie says as he gets out of the car. I follow him out and join the group. I keep next to Reggie as I didn’t want my boyfriend, Luke, to see me in my anxious state.

“You guys are late!” Julie exclaims.

“Yeah, that’s my bad! I tried fixing my amp while it was raining outside last night and it did something to my car,” Reggie explains to everyone. They all gave Reggie a questioning look.

“How are you still alive?” Julie asks out of the blue. We all chuckle and Reggie looked confused. Luke pats Reggie on the back as we start walking to the school building.

As we were walking, Alex tugs on my arm to slow us down and be more behind the group. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks.

I shrug my shoulders, “Yeah, of course. Why?”

“You are more quiet than normal. You also look really tired,” Alex says quietly so the rest of the group doesn’t hear. Alex also suffers from anxiety like I do, so we understand each other. It’s really hard to hide it from him, but I always try to.

I scoff at his statement, “Alex, I’m fine. I’m just tired from studying last night; that’s all!”

Alex squints his eyes at me. “Okay, if you say so. You know you can talk to me, right? Or you can talk to Luke. I know he is more than willing to help you out. You are his girlfriend after all.”

I stop at my locker. “Yes, I know. I don’t want to bother Luke with my troubles. He’s been focusing on the band a lot recently. I don’t want to put more weight on his shoulders. Anyways, hurry and get to class. First period is about to start,” I say to him while putting in the code to my locker.

“Yes, ma’am!” Alex says while walking backwards and saluting. He turns around and walks to his first class. I have class with everyone in our group. First period (History) is with Luke, second period (Art) is with Julie and Flynn, third period (Biology) is with Willy, forth period (theatre 3) is with Luke, Alex, Reggie, and Julie, fifth period is lunch with everyone, sixth period (Pre-Cal) is with Alex, and seventh period (English) is with Julie and Willy. It was nice to always have a friend in class.

I grab my art supplies from my locker as I don’t have time to swing by locker between first and second period. Since art class on the other side of school, I have to put my supplies in my backpack now or else I would be late trying to get my supplies between classes.

I close my locker to see Luke leaning against the locker next to me. “Jeez!” I jumped as Luke scared me by his presence. “You’ve got to stop doing that!”

Luke laughs at how scared I was, “Normally, that doesn’t scare you that bad. What’s going on in your mind?”

I shake my head, “Nothing important!”

Luke tilts his head, not believing what I said. “Sure, whatever you say, (Y/L/N), You ready for history?” Luke asks as he stands up from the lockers and wraps his arm around my shoulders.

I turn my heel to walk to class. “Am I ever ready for history? No! Whenever Mr. Hall teaches, it goes in one ear and straight out the other. I just have a hard time retaining history.” I answer.

As we get to Mr. Halls door, Luke unwraps his arm around me and stands in front of me. “You got this, bubs. You always do good in class!” Luke says trying to cheer me up.

“Thanks,” I murmur against my breath as I look down and play with my fingers. I was starting to feel anxious.

Luke notices and grabs my hand, “Believe me, you are insanely smart! You can do this.”

I look up at Luke who had a slight smile on his face. I nod my head, “Thanks, bubs.” He lets go of my hands and wraps his arms around my head. I hug back by wrapping my arms around his waist. I start to feel slightly less anxious with the hug. Luke always gives good hugs. He rubs my head slightly and gives me a kiss on the top of my head. I pull away from the hug to give him a double thumbs up. Luke smiles wider, snaps his fingers, and turns his heel to walk in the classroom. I take a deep breath and walk in the room. Luke and I take our spots in the back of the classroom; I sit right in front of Luke. Not too long after we sat down, the first period bell rang and the morning announcements started. I tune out whatever was being said over the intercom, not caring what they had to say. I didn’t even stand up to do the pledge of allegiance. I don’t know why I was feeling so anxious; the test is tomorrow!

Suddenly, I feel a kick on my heel. I snap my head towards Luke. “You’re shaking your desk with your leg bouncing and it’s making a squeaking sound,” Luke whispers. I didn’t even notice that I was bouncing my leg.

I immediately stop bouncing my leg, “Oh, sorry!” I turn back to face the front.

Finally, the morning announcements were over. Mr. Hall stood up from his desk to stand in front of the class, “Good morning class. I have a few things to say before we get started today. First thing, I will not be here tomorrow because we have an away baseball game.” A few boys in the class let out some hoots as they are part of the baseball team. I slightly chuckle at their actions. “I normally am here in the mornings when we have baseball games. However, it’s a few hours away, so I will be gone all day. Therefore, we are going to have our test today instead of tomorrow! Surprise! I hope you guys are ready!”

My heart sunk to the floor. This couldn’t be happening. We can’t take this test early; I’m not ready for it! “Clean off your desks, everyone. Let’s get started!” Mr. Hall announces.

I lean down to my backpack that was on the floor to grab a pencil. I open up every zipper to search for a pencil, but I couldn’t find one. I was starting to panic as my anxiety started to get worse. I then feel a tap on my shoulder. I look to see Luke handing me a pencil. I zip my backpack closed and take the pencil from him. “Hey, you okay?” Luke asks as I turn back to the front. I nod my head because I knew if I tried to speak, I would just break down crying. I set down the pencil Luke gave me and wipe my hands on my pants as they became super clammy. Mr. Hall walked by and past tests row by row. He finally placed a test packet on my desk. I pick it up to look at the back to see how many questions was on the test. There were 30 questions.

“Alright, you have until the rest of the class period to do the test. Good luck!” Mr. Hall says and sits down at his desk. My shaky hand picks up the pencil and my vision starts to get a blurry and watery as tears started to brew in my eyes. I shut my eyes hard to make sure tears don’t fall. I take a deep, shaking breath and try to read the first question.

What year did the Holocaust begin?

My mind went blank. I’ve been studying this all week, and I couldn’t remember a thing. I skip around the questions to see if I could find a question that I knew at the top of my head. There weren’t many, but thankfully I found a couple of questions I could answer confidently. I look at the clock to see we have 30 minutes left of class which is enough time to do a test. However, in my mind, it’s not enough at all!

Suddenly, I feel Luke’s foot kick my heel, again. I look up at Mr. Hall to see him on his computer. I turn around at Luke, “What?” I barely whisper. Luke tilts his head to the ground. I look down to see a folded piece of paper next to my backpack. I pick it up, glance at Mr. Hall, and open the folded paper.

Are you sure you’re okay? You keep fidgeting in your desk.

Luke’s awful handwriting was hard to read, and I didn’t have time to answer him back as I needed to finish this test. I fold the paper back and slip it in my bag.

Time passes, and I was down to three questions that were absolutely stumping me. I reread the questions about 15 times each to make sure I could understand the questions. I run my fingers through my hair in frustration and let out a heavy sigh. I look around to see almost everyone done and sitting with their phones. I turn around at Luke who was done as well. How was he already done?!

“5 more minutes!” Mr. Hall announces. I snap my head to the clock; class was almost over. My heart starts racing and beating hard in my chest. I look back to my test. Do I just BS this and guess? Do I even have time to figure the questions out? After a minute or two, I guess the last three questions as best as I can and turn in my test at the front. I try to take more deep breaths to try to calm my heart down. Tears were threatening to fall down my face.

Finally, the bell rang to end class. I grabbed my bag as quick as I could and sprinted out of class. I heard Luke calling out my name, but I couldn’t face him like this. He has never seen my anxiety so bad, and I don’t want it to be at school. I walk into the girl’s restroom, walk in a stall, and lock it. I drop my bag to the floor and lean against the wall. My breath was uneven and quick. I can’t be doing this in public. I need to calm down! I try to do the 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 anxiety trick, but I couldn’t focus on anything. The tears that have been trying to fall finally fell, and I lost it. I place my hand on my mouth to try to hold the sobs coming out of my mouth.

“(Y/N)?” I hear Julie call out. I gasp as I wasn’t expecting her to know where I was? I look at the floor to see her standing in front of the stall I was in. “Hey, are you okay? Luke said you ran out of history.”

I attempt to speak clearly, but a loud sob left my mouth. “I-I’m f-f-in-ne,” I barely spoke in-between sobs.

Through my blurry vision, I saw Julie exit out of the bathroom. I exhale the breath that I didn’t know I was holding. My legs started to feel like jello; I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. Thankfully, the toilet seat was down as I sat down on the toilet. I then noticed that I was hyperventilating. I was having a full out panic attack.

“Bubs?” I hear Luke softly call out. I shake my head as I knew Julie told him I was in here. I try make my breath quiet. “Bubs, can you let me in? Please?” he asked. I could barely move. It felt as if I was a statue and I couldn’t move.

“(Y/N), I know you’re in there,” he states, not knowing I physically couldn’t move.

“I-I-“ I attempt to speak, but words couldn’t form as my hyperventilating kept me from speaking. Next thing I know, Luke drops his backpack on the floor and so does he. He crawls under the crack between the floor and the door. I back further on the toilet and look down so he couldn’t see my face.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Luke whispers and grabs my face to make me look at him. My cheeks were red and tears and tear stains on my cheeks. My nose was running from me crying. He trys to wipe away tears, but they kept falling on my hot cheeks. “Try to breath with me, okay? Inhale through the nose; exhale out of the mouth.”

I nod my head slightly. Luke moves his hands from my face and holds my hands. As Luke inhales, I inhale. As Luke exhales, I let out a shaky exhale that ended in a sob. He does it again, but as I exhaled, all that came out was a sob. I then hyperventilated again and shook my head. This wasn’t working.

“No, no, no, that was supposed to work!” Luke mumbled under his breathe. In the distance, I heard the bell ring to indicate that it was time for second period. This made me panic even more as I can’t be late for class! I squeezed Luke’s hands that my nails digged into his skin slightly. I noticed Luke defeated as he wasn’t sure what to do. Suddenly, I feel him remove his hands from mine and place them back on my face. This time, he pulled me close to him and slammed his lips on mine. My eyes widened as I was shocked at his sudden action. I finally give in a little in the kiss and close my eyes and release the breath I was accidently holding. After a minute, Luke slowly pulled away.

I open my eyes to see him looking at me with a worried look on his face. I then noticed that my breathing was slightly back to normal. “H-How did you that?” I ask.

Luke rubs his thumbs on the apples of my cheeks. “I uh, read about it actually,” Luke states. “When Alex told me he had anxiety, I skimmed some articles on how to help and support someone with anxiety. I read that holding your breath can help, and when I kissed you, you held your breath.”

I couldn’t believe what Luke was saying! “Wow, t-that’s really smart, Luke. Thank you.”

Luke slightly nods his head. He pulls down my head and slightly kisses my forehead. “How come you never mentioned your anxiety was so bad?” Luke questions.

I take Luke’s hand from my face to hold them in my own hands. “I don’t want to bother anyone with my burdens,” I say embarrassed.

“Look, bubs,” Luke whispers. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about your anxiety. I will always be here to help you if you feel really anxious or anything,” I give Luke a slight smile. “Also, I told Flynn and Julie to tell your art teacher that you wouldn’t make it into class, so don’t worry about class right now.”

“What about you?” I question, not wanting him to miss class.

Luke shrugs, “Reggie is covering for me. It’s okay.” I feel slightly guilty that he is missing class because of me. Luke stood up, “Do you want some water?” I nod my head as I slowly stand up from the toilet.  Once I stood up, I felt a little dizzy and placed my head on his chest. Luke placed a kiss on the top of my head. “You good?”

“Mmhm,” I hum quietly. My head finally stopped spinning after a minute. I took my head off of Luke’s chest and stood up straight. “I’m good.”

Luke squeezes my hand and unlocked the bathroom stall door. Thankfully, during this whole time, no one had come into the restroom. However, it might look weird that the both of us are walking out together, but I don’t care at this point. We walk out of the bathroom and head towards the cafeteria where the vending machines were.

“Wait!” I stop my tracks, still holding Luke’s hand which made him stop as well in front of me.

“What?” he questions.

I look at Luke dead in the eyes and ask in a very serious tone, “Do I hold my breathe while we kiss often?”

Luke tries to hide the smile that was forming on his face, “No?”

My mouth opens wide, “Wait, really?!” Luke laughs out loud and walks closer to me. He wraps his arms around my shoulders. “I didn’t know that!” I exclaimed.

“It’s okay, (Y/N)! You know, because you do that, I was able to help you today,” he says while unwrapping his arms around my shoulders and instead places them on my waist.

I roll my eyes and lightly punch up on the chest, “Okay, okay, that’s true. Thank you, again.”

Luke kisses my nose sweetly. “Anything for you, bubs,” he smiles. I smile back. “Hey, there’s that beautiful smile.” I blush at the comment and give him a peck on the lips.

“Let’s go get water,” I say as I grab Luke’s hand and tug towards the cafeteria.

“There’s my girl,” I hear Luke whisper as he walks next to me. As we walk next to each other hand in hand, I take my other hand, wrap it around his arm, and place my head on his bicep. I’m grateful to have Luke in my life.

[fallingappleshurt]

hi! I'm the anon that sent that other writing prompt with wilbur being all sneaky and detective mode. Here's another one if you want! :D Tommy and Techno are being bullied and Wilbur notices them acting slightly differently and just goes and fucking beats them up. If you cant tell i really like the idea of wilbur just going full detective mode and techno and tommy just never realize it

Wish you were who you said you were

Brrrrrrr I’m bad at answering asks but here we go!

To be completely honest I really hate how this came out, I tried to make it seem better but I don’t know what else to do, anon I’m really sorry but here we go.

Some of this is actually based on real life experience! So that’s fun.

This is based in the fd!au by Antarctica bay! Go love her! But I’m not tagging her in this shit story, sorry.

TW: For Some Bullying, nothing too graphic or extra

“I’m just saying that I don’t think that it was that good of a character arch,” Tommy said, pushing the apartment door open.

“That’s because you can’t read, did you try gettin’ good?” Techno said, slipping off his shoes, ignoring Tommy’s rebuke, he looked up to the living room and saw Wilbur sitting on the couch with someone he didn’t recognize.

He was going to ask who it was but Tommy beat him to the punch.

“Hey Wilbur, who’s that?”

“Oh this is Griffin, he’s a new student and one of my teachers asked me to show him around and he’s pretty cool,” Wilbur said, gesturing at the boy next to him, he gave a little wave, “Hi,”

“Hello!”

“Hullo,”

“Griffin these are my brothers, Techno’s got the pink hair and the gremlin is Tommy,”

“Shut up,” Tommy flipped him off, heading towards his room. Techno sat down at the kitchen table, pulling out a homework sheet. He grabbed his earbuds when he heard Wilbur swear.

“Wait, where’s my phone?” The lock on Tommy’s door clicked, “Oh come on!” Wilbur jumped over the couch and ran up to the door, pounding against it furiously, “You child! Open the door!”

Griffin looked nervously between Techno at Wilbur, as if asking if this was out of the ordinary, Techno shrugged, calling to Wilbur, “Careful, we don’t want to get another noise complaint.”

Wilbur pounded on the door harder, “You gremlin! Don’t make me Jimmy the lock because I will then you’re dead!”

After a few minutes of fruitless threats and pounding Wilbur snapped and started digging around the hall closet for a wire coat hanger. Techno continued with his Government class’s work, he was so focused he didn’t realize Griffin had sat in the chair next to him, trying to start a conversation.

Griffin yanked one of his earbuds out, “Why are you ignoring me?” He asked, Techno raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not, I was just caught up in my work,”

Griffin rolled his eyes, “Sure, anyways, I wanted to ask you, why do you look so mad all the time?”

“You’ve known me for like 10 minutes-”

“I saw you in the hallway a lot earlier, I guess we have a lot of classes near each other, but you looked really mad, or annoyed I’m not really sure, but you just seem to constantly have a resting bitch face,”

Techno shrugged, “I’ve heard that before, I guess I do but-”

“Did you know a lot of people stare at you?”

“What?”

“A lot of people stare at you, or are you too caught up with yourself to notice that?”

Techno sat there, not sure how to respond, Griffin being in their apartment and him just casually insulting him.

“Heh, wow, can’t believe-” Griffin was cut off by Tommy shrieking. Wilbur had managed to unlock their door and jumped at Tommy, wrestling him for his phone back.

Griffin watched the scene before them, confusion sparking in his eyes, “Is that- is that, how do I say this, normal?”

“It’s a semi-normal thing,” Techno said, peering around Griffin, trying to get a better view of his brothers.

“Wow, I get what they said about you being pretentious,”

Techno shook his head, “What?” He paused, “Did I do something to offend you?” Griffin shrugged and walked over to Wilbur, who was just coming out of Tommy’s room with his phone in hand, hair disheveled and clothing wrinkled. They sat back down on the couch, chatting and laughing like nothing happened, Techno started back on his work.

He got in the zone, music back on, he fell into a rhythm and finished his Government work and half of his math work when their front door opened and Phil stumbled in. His shoulders were tight, clothes wrinkled and bunched, he set his stuff down on the table next to Techno’s backpack.

“Hey Techno, hey Wilbur, who’s this?”

“This is Griffin, he’s the new guy at school and he’s actually pretty cool,”

Phil snorted, “He’s ‘pretty cool��? That kind of sounds like an insult Wil,”

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way! He’s just shy but once you start talking to him,” Techno rolled his eyes but said nothing, yeah he seemed ‘real shy’. Phil smiled, “Is he staying for dinner?”

“Griffin wanna stay for dinner?” Wilbur asked, looking him in the eye, Techno silently hoped he’d say no.

“If you’ll have me,” Griffin said.

“Of course, I’m heating up leftover lasagna, are you okay with that?” Phil asked, turning on the oven. Griffin nodded, “Yeah!”

Techno bit his tongue and tried to go back to his mathwork. Soon he cleared off his and Phil’s stuff off the table, Tommy, after some prodding, came out and set out plates and utensils.

They all sat down, Tommy talking about the next basketball season and Phil telling them of some ridiculous customer who tried to use a coupon that was 3 years past the date. Griffin was quite for most of it, laughing along with Phil and rolling his eyes as Tommy talked about the stupid things the other boys on the team dared him to do.

“This is really good,” He commented about the food.

“Thank you, it’s just a recipe from the pasta box though,”

Techno stayed quiet, working his brain, trying to figure Griffin out. He didn’t say anything rude or backhanded and seemed like a normal, slightly nervous guy. Techno didn’t know if he had upset him in someway or what, maybe Griffin was just having an offday? Techno knew he wasn’t always the friendliest person and he could have been more accommodating, maybe it would have made Griffin feel less on edge.

The rest of the night seemed to go off without a hitch. Griffin helped them clean up, thanked them for the meal and Wilbur for showing him around, then left.

Techno had trouble falling asleep, thinking about the stuff Griffin said and Tommy shifting restlessly in the bunk above him, sleep was near impossible.

People had called him sarcastic and pretentious before but it never really bothered him, so why did Griffin saying it make him feel nauseous? The other thing was Griffin said people were staring at him? That was never good, were they talking about him or making fun of him behind his back?

Techno didn’t sleep much that night.

He managed to get about 3 hours of sleep between anxiety flashes and panicking to make sure he submitted the assignment on google classroom but he was able to forget about Griffin.

Until someone yanked on his hair while he was walking down the hall, hard. He stumbled back, surprised, when an arm was sloppily thrown around his shoulders.

“Hey man, you’re heading to Green’s bio class right? For the first period? I missed that period yesterday,” Griffin said, Techno frowned, trying to pull away but that only made Griffin tighten his grip.

“Yeah,” Techno said curtly, trying to avoid Griffin’s gaze, “Why do you care? Aren’t you a grade ahead of me?”

“Not in this subject, I was just wondering, could you show me the way?”

Techno eyed him up and down, he really didn’t want to be around Griffin but if they were going to the same place then there really was no avoiding it, begrudgingly nodding, “Sure.”

Techno led him down the hall with Griffin still gripping his shoulder sharply, Techno didn’t know if he was aware of what he was doing or not. They entered the classroom when Techno was finally able to pull away and get to his desk, he sat down and followed the directions on the board while Griffin talked to the teacher.

More students filed in, sitting on the deks, wandering around, chattering amongst themselves. The bell rang and Miss Green introduced Griffin;

“Hello everyone, I hope you had a good day. We have a new student, Griffin, would you like to say a few words about yourself?”

He stepped forwards nervously, waving, “Hi, My name is Griffin, I moved here from Taiga Township, I’m 16, I like weightlifting and I play the trumpet,” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, “Sorry, I’m not very interesting,”

Techno started zone out, Griffin made his brain hurt, he seemed so shy and awkward around other people, he was polite and despite his height was overall none threatening. So why did he say that stuff last night? Techno knew he didn’t imagine it, he hadn’t even met Griffin before that so he didn’t know if he offended him or not- it all made Techno’s head spin.

Griffin shuffled to his desk, the empty desk behind Techno’s, and sat down. Techno could feel him staring but chose to ignore it, trying to focus on the lesson. Mindless note taking calmed his head and nerves slightly, it felt nice just to follow along. The class was relatively easy, Miss Green finished with their notes and gave them a worksheet, saying that if it wasn’t finished in class it was homework. Techno worked on it until the bell rang, then packed up his stuff and headed towards his next class.

As he walked down the hall he heard footsteps coming up behind him when someone threw their arm around his shoulders again, gripping the same sore spot on his arm tightly.

“Hey man, could I get the answers from Bio?” Griffin’s strident voice filling his head. Techno shifted his shoulder.

“The notes or the worksheet?”

“Both?”

“No, you should have paid attention,” Techno responded curtly, he had a short internal argument about how he was being a hypocrite.

“Oh come on man! Cut me some slack, I just moved and everything has been really stressful, please?”

Techno bit the inside of his mouth, he didn’t want to just hand Griffin the answers for something he did jackshit on but at the same time he did just move…

“Fine,”

“Ah yes! Thank you man! Wilbur invited me over after school today so I’ll get them then!” Griffin suddenly released Techno, half jogging through the mosh pit of people in the hall, “Thanks again!”

Techno just sighed and continued to his next class, arm aching, hoping this wouldn’t become a routine.

It became a routine.

Everyday after bio Griffin would do the same song and dance of running up behind him, wrenching his hair, throwing his arm around his shoulders and asking for notes or homework answers. Techno would oblige, he didn’t want to disappoint Griffin and add stress after the guy had moved from the town he spent his whole life in.

But after a week it got old, Techno grew tired of it, he didn’t mind giving his friends answers if they had an off day or needed help or a break but this was pushing it, Griffin didn’t even do anything in class! He would just sit there and throw little paper balls everywhere, he didn’t even attempt to try.

Techno heard footsteps behind him and tensed up, a familiar arm tossed around his shoulders.

“Hey man, I can’t make it over after school today-”

“I’m not giving you the answers,” Techno interrupted, Griffin balked, “Wh-what do you mean?”

“It’s been a week, you need to start paying attention, I’m not giving you the answers anymore,” Techno tried to keep walking, wiggling his arm against Griffin’s now tightening grip.

“Come on- we’re friends! You wouldn’t leave a friend-”

“We’re not friends, you and Wilbur might be but we are just acquaintances, classmates at best. I don’t owe you anything-”

Techno was cut off when Griffin yanked him to a locker bay, slamming him against the metal.

“You think you’re cool? That you can talk down to me? That’s not the case,” Griffin gripped the front on Techno’s hoodie, other hand grasping the same tender spot on his arm. Techno’s heart was in his throat.

“You either give me the answers for our Bio homework or I’ll beat the shit out of you. If you’d like a reference your little brother has seen me in the weight room, are we clear?”

Techno’s mouth was dry, sharp tendrils wrapped around his chest. He felt small under Griffin’s dark stare. Eventually he was able to choke out;

“Okay-okay,”

“Good, I’ll get them from you later,” Instantly Griffin let go of his shirt, walking away, leaving Techno to try and collect his thoughts.

Tommy didn’t really talk to Griffin all that much, he had spent a lot of time at their apartment and seemed rather nice, just a little shy. He spent most of the time with Wilbur, doing homework or talking loudly. Tommy’s hand hurt from the constant pounding on the walls to get them to shut up. He had never seen them without each other.

Which was why he was surprised to get home and see Griffin sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

“Uh, what are you doing here?” Tommy asked, taking his shoes off, Griffin looked up nonchalantly, “Just hanging out,”

“But Wilbur isn’t here, he’s at work,” Tommy pointed out, how did this guy get in?

“He said I could still come over,”

“That’s... weird,” Tommy trailed off, trying to find the right word.

“What is?”

“You just-just being here without Wilbur, it doesn’t seem right,”

“I don’t see what the big deal is, you’re just being aggressive but I guess that’s normal,” Griffin didn’t look up from his phone.

“What the hell are you on about?”

“I don’t want to repeat myself, of course that would also mean you would have to be shut up for once and listen,”

“Wow, you’re an asshole,” Tommy walked into the kitchen.

“You’re one to talk,”

“Stop talking shit, you don’t know me,” Tommy shot back, voicing growing louder, grabbing a cheese stick from the fridge.

“I know enough-”

“No you don’t! Shut-”

“God you are so loud man, do you ever shut up? Like at all? How about for once you just try to use your indoor voice? Or did you forget? This is why Phil always has a headache.”

Tommy paused, had he been making Phil more stressed?

“Wh-what do you mean?” Tommy cleared his throat.

“No but it’s obvious, he constantly talks about having headaches and how he wants some peace and quiet, it’s pretty clear he’s talking about you.”

Tommy swallowed, the apartment suddenly seemed too small, or he was too big, Wilbur had always teased him about his sudden growth spurt.

“What no come back?”

“Shut up man,” Tommy retorted but it had no real bite, he shuffled into his room and stayed there, he wanted to be along. He also locked Techno out, who was not happy about that, he ignored everyone until Wilbur pounded on the door telling him that dinner was ready.

Tommy walked out, heart dropping when he saw Griffin at the table. He stayed quiet throughout most of the meal, he’d laugh along with his brothers but didn’t offer much to the conversation.

Once they had finished Techno started on the dishes and, surprisingly, Griffin helped.

The rest of the night was normal, Griffin hung around for a while more before leaving, Tommy stayed in his room most of the night, anxiety getting the better of him. He didn’t want to cause Phil more stress, he already worked so hard. Wilbur helped with the bills and Techno did most, if not all of the chores, and Tommy realized he didn't do anything for them.

He messaged Tubbo, trying to take his mind off the panic that started to burn itself into his chest. They got into a call, Tubbo talking about the stray cat in his neighborhood and how it finally got close enough for Tubbo to pet, and how he now has a bandaged hand.

They continued to talk, Tommy’s anxiety starting to drip away, at least he wasn’t a burden to Tubbo, completely.

Griffin was spending more and more time at their apartment and it was starting to fry at Tommy’s nerves, the man was always there. He had also started to join in on his brother's teasing, which wasn’t a big issue.

But it also kind of was.

His brother’s jokes were always fun and lighthearted, they usually didn’t go too far and they were just that- jokes. Griffin’s jokes were stupid and borderline hurtful, a person can only go for so long hearing things like, “You’re such a fucking moron, how’d you even pass preschool?” or “Look, it’s the human version of a headache,” or “This is why you have to cheat off Tubbo, too fucking stupid to understand,” before it got too draining.

The only time he seemed to get a reprieve was when he stopped talking or just left the room all together, leaving the room was too noticeable and could ruin the mood so Tommy would just sit there, biting his tongue, and he continued to do that even after Griffin left.

He was tired.

When Wilbur had invited Griffin over he hadn't expected it to go so well. Griffin was easy going and funny, he and Wilbur would talk for hours, Techno and Tommy seemed to tolerate him and Phil liked him so their fate was sealed. He had been hanging around for a few weeks when Wilbur started to notice a few things.

First off Tommy was quiet, not every once and awhile but all of the time, he just didn’t seem to speak and if he did it was in an intentionally quiet tone.

Secondly Techno; he had been more jumpy then usual, Wilbur had tried to mess with his hair like he normally would but Techno would jerk away. When Wilbur asked Techno shrugged, “You scared me,” Wilbur grabbed the sides of his face, chittering at him in a singsong ‘baby’ voice “Awwww! I’m sorry my little Technoblade I’m sorry,”. Techno flipped him off and shoved him away.

Phil would randomly mess with his hair when bored or zoning out but most recently when Phil had gone to, Techno had ducked away.

Wilbur briefly considered if Griffin had anything to do with it but quickly pushed it away, he trusted him. Wilbur had racked his brain trying to think of reasons as to why his brothers were acting differently but he kept coming back to Griffin. They had started acting this way when Griffin showed up but Wilbur didn’t want to point fingers just yet, he’d just have to watch.

He got his answer in two days.

Wilbur had been heading to his math class when he saw Griffin run up behind Techno, grabbing his hair and pulling him back. Techno turned to face him, shoulders slumping, he pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it off to Griffin, whose eyes lit up.

He took the paper then walked past Techno, shoving him too hard to be friendly. Wilbur frowned, changing course, he walked up to Techno and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey what the fuck was that?” He asked sharply. Techno’s face faltered and gave him away but he still tried to play dumb.

“What was what?”

“The thing with Griffin with the paper, what was that?”

Techno froze, just staring at him, Wilbur could see the internal panic in his eyes.

“Don’t mentally check out on me,” Wilbur said, snapping his fingers in front of Techno’s face, “What happened?”

They stood there for a moment, much to the dismay of the other students, before Techno bolted. He dodged away from Wilbur and slipped into the crowd before Wilbur could grab him.

Wilbur groaned, calling after him, “What good does running do? We live together!” But he got no response.

Which is why he jumped Techno right as he got home from school. He had cut through a few neighborhoods and hoped a couple of fences to beat Techno home.

He grabbed his wrist firmly, trying to drag Techno into the living room, “I’ll give you credit, you managed to weasel out of the conversation for, like what, three hours or so? Nice going Tech, real clever.”

Techno said nothing, just staring at him with a blank expression.

“I’m not letting go of this so you can space out as much as you want, I’ve got nowhere to be,”

Techno scoffed, “I can definitely space out long then you can,”

“You’d think that-hey wait! Do not try to distract me, now tell me what happened earlier or I’m going to crush you,”

Techno shrugged, avoiding his gaze, “It’s not a big deal, just the answers for our Bio homework-”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? He just needed some help-”

“Yeah but you don’t give answers, I’ve never seen you give direct answers to anyone other than Skeppy and Niki, that’s not like you.” Wilbur stared Techno down, trying to get him to break.

“So? People change, why are you so fixated on this?”

“It’s just that- You’ve been- both you and Tommy have been acting differently recently, it all started when Griffin showed up and I just- I don’t know, I’m kind of worried,” Wilbur trailed off, not sure what else to say.

Techno sighed, tapping his fingers on his knee nervously, “Uh, well, you're not wrong on the Griffin thing, uh, he,” He groaned, “Why is this so hard? Griffin did kind of threaten me and I know he has been saying shit to Tommy and he just laughs it off but I can tell it bothers him-”

“Hold on, he what?” Wilbur’s eyes narrowed, “He’s been talking shit about Tommy and threatening you? What the hell is wrong with him! He never seemed like the type of person to do this- are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine Wilbur, It’s not that big of a deal and-”

“It is a big deal! He acted like he was my friend, like some timid shy guy, and then he does this shit to you guys- what the hell is his problem!” He had stood up and started pacing, fist against his mouth, eyes flashing with fire.

Techno stood up, placing a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder, “It’s okay! It’s okay, it’s not that bad,” He wasn’t sure what to say to placate his brother when he was this mad.

“Oh I gonna kill him,”

“Don’t, you get suspended and then it’ll mess with your job and-”

“Okay fine, I’ll get him some other way but he’s never coming back here.”

It had been two days, Wilbur was just waiting for the right opening. He had acted pleasant around Griffin but everytime they would run into his brothers Wilbur saw what they were talking about, things he had previously tried to ignore, Tommy’s forced smile after a joke, Techno trying to pull away from Griffin’s iron grip on his shoulder, Griffin’s not so friendly shoves, and it made his blood boil.

Wilbur knew he had to confront him that day. It was after lunch, they were cutting through an empty locker bay when Wilbur shoved Griffin into the wall, arm across his chest.

“Wilbur what the fu-”

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out how you’ve been treating my brothers?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Don’t lie-”

“What has gotten into you? I haven’t done anything to your brothers!”

“Shut up, you can blabber and lie all you want, I don’t care, but if you ever even come close to my brothers I will beat you into the ground, do you understand me?”

Griffin said nothing, he just glared back at Wilbur.

“They are very important to me, never forget that,” He let go of Griffin, who half slid down the lockers.

Wilbur walked away, feeling confident that Griffin would stay away, otherwise he’d make him.

[shuskas-story-book]

Just like this

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Art/Sauron/Cyrusk all belong to @clockworkreapers​!!!

This story is a fusion of two songs to try and get a good mix of both of the characters personalities.  Saurons song was ‘One last time’ by Jaymes Young and Cy’s song is ‘just like this’ by the chainsmokers/coldplay 

This is my half of an art trade with one of the best artists I have the honor of calling a friend and I hope that I’ve done them, and her, justice with this story. 

PLEASE NOTE Sauron is a MUTE character and is thinking all of his parts. As such I have them in ITALLICS  to help discern their parts of a conversation

please enjoy~ and Thank you so much to Clock once again for allowing me the honor of writing about these lovable dorks!!!!!

((minor spelling errors now corrected))

Two shadows could be seen passing through the abandoned part of the old town, soft whispers heard as one seems to be reading the other's thoughts. The darkness didn’t bother the two males, in fact it was comfortable for the two as they worked themselves into a long forgotten  apartment building. With the comfortable closeness they had, even with the muted troll carrying a couple bags of goodies they had a good clip to their pace. “Come on Sauron, we're almost to the top'' The leader said softly, a chuckle in his throat as his rust companion rolled his eyes.  

Yea yea I know we are Cy. We've come up here how many times now? Sauron thought to his companion, smiling a bit as Cyrusk laughed at him. “I know I know. And you know how much I love coming up here!” He hummed in return, opening the door to the roof and taking a deep breath as he stepped back out into the cold night air. 

The two were now far above the abandoned streets of the ghost town and able to really see the stars that twinkled in the sky above them. Sauron gave a soft sigh and closed his eyes for a moment before moving over and settling himself on the edge of the roof  with his feet hanging off the edge.  This feels nice. A good breeze, no neons blinding us to the stars… “No one to bother us as we just watch the sky till daylight” Cyrusk finished for his mate, a sweet smile on his lips. The rust blood looked up and let an unfamiliar quirk of a smile to grace its way over his features. 

You know, Ive been reading a lot of old books in my spare time recently. All about the old legends and myths like that of Achilles and his gold and Heracles and the gifts he received  “yea? I personally would rather read about Spider-Man’s control and Batman training with his lusus” Cy rambled in response, making a few joking jabs at Sauron's shoulder with a happy smile. The rust just rolled his eyes and let out a silent little sigh.

Cyrusk was about the only person he ever smiled for nowadays, and in all honesty that’s sort of how Sauron liked it. He hated to really show his soft side to those around him and Cy? Cy was a special case that was just for him. A special person that he could properly trust with his red quadrant. 

Of course I’ll never see myself on any lists like this, My caste doesn't really show up in the history books after all  Sauron thought to the other, shaking his head and jumping a bit as Cyrusk reached out and  carefully cupped his lover’s  cheek. “Hey…..Where do you want to go?” he asked, leaving the mute completely flabbergasted  what?

“Where do you want to go Sauron. How much do you really want to risk?” he continued to ask, his eye  lidding half way as he offered a sadly sweet smile. “Because I’m not really looking for anyone with superhero gifts. No superhero. Just us” he said sweetly, Sauron tilting his head and offering a small pout in return 

No blissful fairy-tale?.....Because in all honesty I don't want that either….I just want someone I can turn to when I’m depressed again and…..someone I can kiss when I’m feeling happy.. Cyrusk smiled and nodded, leaning in to press a soft little kiss to Sauron’s head. “I want something exactly like that Mr. Yetzar” he chuckled, getting a raspy little groan as the rust rolled his eyes, and honestly his head as well at the sappy little piece of sass beside him. 

They sat there and Cy eventually got Sauron to smile again with his shenanigans, the two of them drinking and smoking through the next few hours as the sun began to rise. With it being a weekend for them, the couple had planned on just staying in the abandoned apartments to wait out the burning rays of their world’s sun. Cyrusk managed to pass out long before his lover and it allowed Sauron to relax a bit….not have to guard himself and worry about what thoughts were running through his mind that could have accidentally been ‘seen’ by Cy’s ability. 

The rust sighed and sat up from the pallet they had managed to set up so he could turn his eyes over to the window that was covered up with black curtains to block out the light of day. You know Cy...I’m fading… and it's much, much too fast for me… God, I could drop off the face of the planet right now and… Cy’s voice rang in his head from earlier  “I want something just like this Sauron. Just the two of us here on this rooftop. Nothing special, just us and a couple good drinks” 

I’m fading much too fast for you...you deserve so much more than my love. The rust looked back to his lover and took a chance to reach out and lightly caress the bronze blood’s cheek with a sad little smile. I’m waiting for it to pass… When I’m with you I don't feel like I'm about to fade away into nothingness, that I'm going to just slip away. He admitted to himself. The heat of Sauron’s fingers caused Cyrusk to groan softly and shift to his side, prompting Sauron to finally lay back down against his lover. These days were always so long, always full of sleeplessness for the rust….but with the warmth of another beside him that he trusted he was able to fall into a mostly restful sleep.

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“You know Sauron, last night's conversation kinda niggled at the back of my mind all night…. And it reminds me that I read a few older comics recently you know?” Cyrusk hummed as the two of them were settled right back on the rooftop with a fresh bag of drinks and snacks. “ and even though they were just comics you could really recognize the testaments they told and what legends and myths they actually followed” he rambled, Sauron rolling his eyes a bit and taking a deep drag of his cigarette as he continued to listen. 

“They went through this one arc where the moon was eclipsing and superman had to fully unroll a costume to change into instead of just having it ready under his normal suit! It was so interesting to see that differential!” he hummed, eyes turning up to their moons with a smile. You know I'm not the kind of person who really reads comics right? Cyrusk sighed and shook his head a bit with a pout “you realize that I don't care about that right? We ramble back and forth and that’s just our way of showing our love right?” he asked, head tilting to the side lightly as he reached out to move some hair out of Sauron’s face. 

The rust was spooked a bit at the sudden hand in his face but relaxed a bit as he turned a tired little look to the other. He took a deep breath and put out the end of his cigarette before pulling his legs back off the ledge of the roof and facing the bronze with an oddly forward motion of reaching out to cup Cy’s cheek

Cyrusk....we only have one more night before I have to leave on an assignment for a while…..Can I just….feel your skin against mine for the day?..... Before I have to say goodbye? He asked curiously, a tilt to his head Or just…. I don't know…. I feel like I can't breathe tonight. I want to breathe one last time, I want to be able to feel your breath  against my skin, share your breath again…..before I have to go on my assignment. Cyrusk just listened in confusion before melting at his matesprit’s words. He leaned into the touch and kissed Sauron's palm with a sweet smile “of course…..Where do you wanna go for this? Do you want to lay down and cuddle? Do you want to take a risk and go on a joyride with a busted drone?” he asked, trying to offer Sauron something that wasn't just wallowing in the despair and anxiety he could see settling in his love's eyes. “You know I'm not looking for anyone with special gifts or a high position in life so even if we just sit here it’s all I could ever ask for” he hummed, shifting over to press his thigh to the rust’s gently.

“You don't have to make our lives some kind of fairy-tale, you just need to stay here and stay alive so I have someone to turn to… and someone I can miss when they’re out on assignments” Cy chuckled softly, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Sauron’s cheek gently as the rust wrapped his arms around the others waist in a tight hug. 

I feel like my world’s been losing its light Cy… “well then let it loose light. I’ll be here with a flashlight and a candle for when the batteries die” he hummed, pulling Sauron in for a tight hug “I want to stay just like this…..”

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The day had passed once more, leaving the two with precious few hours to spend together like this. Sauron woke up first of course, not really having been able to sleep through the day and just listening to Cyrusk snoring seemed to help the day before. He sighed and closed his eyes as he allowed himself to have a moment of peace. His arms wrapped around the bronze as he buried his face in that fluff of hair that always seemed to hide that eye that he loved to see. 

I have to leave soon…..pack my bags and get on the train....this is a cold, cruel world we live in huh Cy?  He thought to himself, sighing and staring off at the far wall as he just let himself sit in the relative silence of their embrace. 

“Hey Sauron? Where’d you wanna go if we could just risk it all and leave right here and now?”

Sauron turned his eyes down to Cy’s sleeping face and smiled a bit to himself as he listened to his memories. No pleading could turn back time for us to redo this weekend….. I’m glad I spent it with you Cyrusk… You mean the world to me, even if I don't tell you or show you as often as you deserve. You tell me you aren’t looking for someone that has super powers or a lot of money but…. I do want to at least bring your life a bit of joy from time to time

Sauron hadn't noticed Cyrusk waking up, having zoned out as he thought and got settled with his chin on the other’s head again. The bronze smiled a bit and nuzzled up into Sauron's touch, accidentally causing the rust to jump and pulling a sleepy little chuckle out of the bronze’s chest. “You don't gotta be so dour…. You just gotta be someone I can turn back to and kiss when ‘m happy” he hummed softly, Sauron smiling sadly. 

Good evening Cyrusk….. He thought in return, honestly happy to just be there for once. Cy….is it ok that I can feel your skin against mine? He asked softly, head tilting lightly as the bronze in his arms stretched a bit he got a nod in return and relaxed again with a rumbly little hum in his chest that wouldn't really have a sound anymore. I’m safe….I have someone to kiss before I have to say goodbye again….. I can breathe again tonight…..as long as I have you in my arms I can always pull through and breathe so much easier than if i was on my own he thought to the other, getting a sweet smile in return

“And you know what? I want nothing more than this right here. I want you to be right here, happy, safe, and feeling like you are free as a bird” he hummed sweetly, the alarms on Sauron’s phone starting to go off to warn them of their time together dwindling. The rust glared at his phone as though it had told him he was unlovable and reached over to smack the screen so it would shut up. 

“Hey Sauron?.....Can we share one last cig before you go?...give you a chance to calm down again before the walk home?” he asked softly, sitting up with a soft groan and another stretch to pop his back. Sauron nodded and stretched out now that his lover was sitting up instead of being curled into a singular position against his chest. 

Yea…. I’d enjoy one last chance to take a deep breath of you so I don't curl up and die on the ride to the next town over. Cy frowned “How about lets don't? I’d like you to come back so I can hug you and tell you how much I missed you while you were gone!” he huffed, poking his love in the side and getting an almost squeak out of the lanky male.  Sauron pouted and glared at the other with a huff as he sat up and crossed his legs before getting a good look at his lover and giving a small little smile. You know what Cy….My world might be losing light but….I think it’s just so you can burn a little brighter…..

 I love you

“I love you too”

[darling-karasuno]

Peaceful

✦ Summary: You are feeling stressed but you are blessed with the best boyfriend :).

✦ Word Count: 1,501

✦ Genre: Fluff

✦ Paring: Ryūnosuke Tanaka x Reader

✦ Authors Note: Heyy! Sorry I know its been a while :) but!! I finally have a new piece I would like to share with you guys! It isn't that good but I do hope you enjoy it 🥰 and sorry if it's bad I write these on my phone :/.

Requests are open so send away!!

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You've been stuck trying to do the same assignment for about four hours now when it should have been done two hours ago. You were having a very hard time paying attention and started to stress out about the deadline that was slowly getting closer as the days went by. You were about to force yourself to try and get something down when the heaven's answered your prayers and a little ping came from your phone. You quickly went to pick it up from its spot on your bed where you had thrown it in a desperate attempt of not getting distracted. A smile quickly washed over your face as you saw the notification on your phone was from your loving boyfriend of 1 year Tanka. "I miss youu~" You giggled at his childish antics when another text appeared on your screen "do you wanna go to the park with meee?" You jumped in your seat at the opportunity to get away from this assignment you just couldn't seem to finish so you quickly sent him back a reply saying you'd meet him there.

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Leaves were crunching under your feet as you were walking towards the park. You always loved when it turned cold it gave you an excuse to cuddle up closer to Tanaka and steal his hoodies more often. You did it all year round but in the fall you had an actual excuse to do so. You were turning the corner when you spotted tanaka sitting at one of the benches provided from the park. You cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled "TANAKA!!" At the call of his name tanaka flinched a bit before turning back to find the source of the yell. "Y/N!!" He got up off the bench and started running towards you. You giggled and started running towards him too. Once he had you at arms length he caught you in his arms and started spinning you around. You both had radiant smiles on your face and were giggling before tanaka got too dizzy and stopped spinning but kept you in his arms and started hugging you closer.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him and squeezed him tightly while he hid his head at the nape of your neck. you could feel his warm breath on your neck making shivers run down your back. Tanaka was content nuzzling his beanie clad head against your neck while mumbling sweet nothings into your neck. You reached down and kissed his cheek whispering a "I missed you too" against his cheek before you separated from him. When your feet landed back on the ground you looked back up at him and could see the slight pout on his lips that pulled at your heartstrings and the way his head was slightly turned obviously not happy with the fact that you weren't in his arms anymore. '

So adorable' You thought to yourself and tried to hold back a giggle because you knew it would just make his pouting worse. So you got on your tiptoes and leaned on him and gently brushed your lips against his leaving Tanaka in shock. You let out a little laugh before you started running away from him. After standing still in shock for a couple seconds Tanaka's mind finally caught up to what had just happened and was left dissatisfied. "Hey! Come back here and give me a real kiss!!" He quickly said before he started chasing you.

You squealed as you looked back and saw he was slowly catching up you felt as though you two were kids again chasing each other around like this. With every step you could feel the stress and anxiety from your assignments slowly fly away with the wind that was blowing through your hair as you ran from tanaka.

Looking ahead you could see a large tree not too far away so you started running towards it. When you got there you quickly hid behind the tree and peeked from behind it trying to spot where tanaka was only to be met with confusion and concern when you couldn't see him anywhere. You were about to get out from behind the tree to go look for him when you felt arms suddenly wrap around your waist you yelped and grew tense but felt at ease when you looked down and saw the beaded bracelet you had made for him on you one month anniversary. "got youu~" Tanaka said dragging on the u in you.

With your hand that had the beaded bracelet he had made for you and you placed it on his hand with a slight blush on both your faces tanaka suddenly remembered why he was chasing you in the first place.

"So you thought you could get away huh?" He gripped your sides.

"I was only trying to get rid of the pout on your face" you innocently said. "Hmm your quite the tease aren't you?" He turned you around to face him "now I want a proper kiss this time" he said with a slight smirk/grin on his face as he leaned in closer. You closed the distance between you two and connected your lips together. It was like his lips were made for yours they fit so well together and felt so perfect.

All your emotions and thoughts from before washed away in that moment and you were left with the feeling of true bliss and adoration. After a couple seconds you both separated with blushing faces and shy grins. " I was wrong" you looked up " I don't just want one kiss" and with that he leaned back in and stole your lips in a kiss after a couple seconds you started giggling against his lips which led to him to start giggling too.

When you both separated once again you grabbed his hand and led him to sit under the tree. You both later down looking up at the sky with your hands interlocked enjoying the sounds of the wind flowing through the leaves of the trees with the occasional creaking of the swings along with the sound of leaves crunching as people walked by.

There was a comfortable silence between you two before you decided to cut it and ask "How was your day?" You turned your head to him and he turned his to yours with a bright grin on his face. He then told you all about he and Nishinoya were pulling pranks on everybody on the karasuno volleyball team (excluding Tsukishima and Kageyama) and  all about his chaotic actions he loved to do in return you told him about your day as well and that's how you two spent the afternoon together talking and enjoying each other's presence.

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You rubbed your eyes to try and get the sleep out of them. 'Where were you?' You moved your hand around trying to figure out what you were laying on. "Trying to feel me up while I'm sleeping?" You could hear the slight humor in his words. You suddenly remembered everything and lifted your head from Tanaka's chest, a blush spreading across your face at the embarrassment of the situation that you were in. "N-no nothing like that I-I was just trying to-" you were cut off by Tanaka's laughing "I was just joking baby" he gave you a warm smile "but we should probably get up it's starting to get dark."

Hearing his words you were filled with dread you didn't want to leave his side just yet only to go back to stress and anxiety. " oh okay" you started to stand up when tanaka's hand wrapped around your wrist "hey hey what's up with that pout?" You didn't even realize that there was in fact a slight turn in your lips forming a pout till he pointed it out " y/n baby just because we have to leave doesn't mean we have to go home right?" With that he squatted down in front of you and patted his shoulders "come here" he turned his head to you "jump on" you hesitated for a moment before you wrapped your arms and legs around him.

He gripped your thighs and stood up propping you up higher on his waist before he started walking and slightly jumping up every couple minutes. You were walking with no real destination just enjoying each other's presence. You both were laughing ecstatically and saying whatever ever came to mind. You gave Tanaka the occasional neck kiss that always managed to surprise him. After a while you both stopped at a small Cafe and decided to go inside to try and get away from the chilly weather outside so tanaka gently placed you back down on the ground and you both went inside holding hands.

After you and tanaka ordered your drinks you both sat down and started conversing about anything that came to mind. You and him were in

your own little world

without a care in the world.

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(A/N): As you can tell!! I suck at endings but thank you for reading and feedback is greatly appreciated love you all!! ♡✧( ु•⌄• )

[kinkymagnus]

Hey I've read a lot of your posts, where Magnus is a trans boy and I like that a lot, but I was wondering if you don't like the canon cis male Magnus? I'd ask you non-anonymously too, but I'm honestly scared of some people's hate messages for a question like this... sorry

long answer long answer lmao

hmgmgmnggg ok so i, hm. ok, i don’t think this was meant in a rude way at all, and i promise im in Education(TM) mode not Kill The Malicious Evil Transphobe(TM) mode like im not, accusing you of anything here, at all 

but i do have a few Issues with like, the way this was asked i guess

i will answer your question just--give me a sec, im a little uncomfortable here

also like, ok, i get why you’re sending it anonymously, it’s cool--personally i’ve never seen anyone get hate on behalf of trans magnus headcanons (rather than against them) but i mean, hate can come in all shapes and sizes i guess? and anxiety, so. whatever, it’s fine, i get it

but anyway moving on: first, “canon” cis magnus. my dude... my guy... did at any point magnus say I Am Cisgender or pull out his dick.... like... neither trans or cis magnus is really “canon” just as like, you know, izzy isn’t confirmed straight or bi or pan. we know she likes dudes and personally i think the way she looks at clary indicates she sure do like girls, too, but that doesn’t seem to have been intended so it’s debatable, and that’s basically it. 

also, in the context of just like... historical shit, realistically magnus isn’t cis. is he trans in the way i write about (like afab, “pre op”)? no, not necessarily in canon (although he isn’t... not that either i guess--we do see his flat chest, no scars, but HYPOTHETICALLY that could be a glamour, or the scars are magically healed. we know he has an adams apple, but there ways to do that without magic, let alone with magic. so like. i’m just saying.) 

but like, he wouldn’t be cis how we understand it either by the simple virtue of being much older than the western gender binary as we know it. even if he was born with a penis and all of that and identified as a Man(TM) And Nothing Else that wouldn’t mean his idea of masculinity/manhood would be the same as ours, or that it wouldn’t at least be shaped by very different factors. so like. even if my version of trans magnus isn’t confirmed canon, cis magnus certainly isn’t either i think. that might be slicing hairs or getting finnicky with language, but it’s how i feel about it. 

and just assuming that he’s canonically cis rubs me the wrong way, like, characters aren’t cishet by default, you know? obviously the writers probably weren’t intending to make him trans, and cc certainly wasn’t when she stole his character from dark hunters and made it “her own”, or else there’d be a bunch of transphobic tropes in there, but like, you know, death of the authors, we make sense of canon now. intentions arguably don’t matter, we do with the story what we will, especially when working within it.

again i don’t think you were necessarily being like “well magnus is canonically cis so :/” but it rubs me the wrong way and is something i’ve seen before so like, yeah

secondly, “trans boy” magnus versus “cis male” magnus. why boy, anon. why boy

(god why does “why boy” sound like a bizarre t-shirt slogan or a mbmbam segment--NO, BRAIN. WE ARE ON SERIOUS BUSINESS.) 

but seriously tho like the sort of infantilization of trans men is really a thing (seeing them as “soft bois” and “uwu cute boys” and feminine/soft/small/delicate) and like, specifically calling magnus a trans boy versus when he’s cis he’s a “male” (which technically can refer to any age but has those like, Connotations) sits wrong with me. like, magnus isn’t a boy, you know? i mean i get making jokes like “aw my boys <3″ or whatever, but with this it’s not that say memey context AND specifically it concerns a trans man (not to mention him being asian) so like, it feels, yikes? like just. he isn’t a “trans boy”

im sorry i realize it seems like im just like harshly picking apart your answer and i really dont mean to sound like a bitch here but like, again. Education(TM) mode not Anon Hate(TM) mode. just for learning, it’s cool, i’m not angry at you, it’s chill. 

to answer your question with the yikes language gently nudged to the trash chute: do i dislike cis magnus? 

simple answer: yes.

complicated answer: not really. i already stated why i don’t like Cis(TM) magnus as it feels unrealistic and dumb and also he just doesn’t have cis energy lmao, but if you just mean like... well this isn’t really “cis” but kind of what people mean in this context, AMAB magnus (meaning he was “assigned male at birth” aka has a penis and all that) and he’s canonically gnc so like, he’s “cis” even if his understanding of masculinity might be different than ours and obviously we’ve seen him be gnc and all that.... i don’t really hate that, and objectively, i have no issues with it, but personal taste wise, i basically only read/write trans magnus as you see on my blog now. because i’ve kind of absorbed it as “canon” in my head (fanon, i guess, lmao) 

plus, just generally trans magnus is really important to me because like, a) he is #goals i too want to be a muscular gnc hottie, b) he’s relatable and i project all my shit onto him lmao, c) it just feels very validating, in a lot of ways--with the sexual preferences i write about, his insecurities, just the way he looks, and him being trans is just kind of reassuring, you know? also d) i honestly think it fits him/his character/his backstory and he just has the vibes u kno 

so basically, Cis(TM) magnus? no-go. cis magnus as in AMAB/identifies as a man full stop even if it’s wibbly wobbly compared to current times and lbr no one is going to really explore that much beyond him being outwardly gnc sometimes? fine, whatever. trans afab magnus still being gnc as hell? yessssssss

ldkgjfgh anyway im glad you like my posts!!! and hopefully ive Inducted Another Into The Trans Magnus Cult (thats a joke, but seriously, im just like,,,,,maam do u have time for ur lord and savior trans magnus?? maam blease)  

[judgement-free-sideblog]

Blood, tears and sea breeze.

Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 5: Walls made of love

The diaries started as a joke, and Alec Could see Y/N was not taking her assignment seriously, he could even imagine Dr. Florence exasperated expression reading them, as much as he remembered the way she looked at him when talked about his own dreams. But every now and then there was some real opinion about her life.

Monday, April 8, 2019

08:00 am. I get to school and I didn't take breakfast, I had a boring morning, as boring as this bloody activity. Sorry doc, but you clearly fail on this one.

10:00 am That was rude I know, but what else you want me to tell, I had a boring lunch and I have a call from Jonathan's mother, I get it the ring was important and I know how much she doesn't me to take away her son, she doesn't have to be that bitchy about it.

By the time he reach the last five days he listened to the tape as he was reading, there were just little more details about what she ate, barely anything, and the people she talk around the day. One detail call his attention, apparently Paul was indulgent enough to let her drive for brief moments in straight lines, and Hardy was not sure if it was relevant for the case or not.

Then he finally found the recollection of the night she went out drinking with Ashley, she usually put on hours before writing so the doctor would follow better her descriptions.

2:30 - I just came home and took a shower, I'm sorry Doc, you will be receiving this one way late than usual, and please don't worry, I went for drinks with Ash as I told you yesterday I would, do you actually read this? I would hate to imagine a woman like you sitting at home alone waiting for my poor written crap. Anyway, I'll tell you a secret I didn't drink today, we were at the club at 10 but stupid Jonathan called me to tell me that I shouldn't be going out with, I told him where he could put his opinion, but I listen and took only mocktails, Ash didn't notice I think, she was so funk I even drove back, thankfully the streets were empty, I hope she didn't eat me out with Jonathan, and I will apologize to him lateer in the morning, I will tell him: I can't wait to be doing this for the rest of our lives.

I haven't told hin about your plann of putting me on medication, I will surprise him with it when he gets back, that would definitely make him happy.

"Hardy, Paul Coates is here, he wants to talk to you" One of the agents said and he immediately pull the papers behind some other files, they felt like something private not sure why.

"Sure, tell him I'll be out in a minute" He said and once he was away he move to close the blinds and the door of his office.

But if I'm completely honest I'm not sure if he actually wants me to get bettr or just wants me to be what he wants, as you said we all put on walls, and as I tried to move on from mine and from the memory of parents stopping me from getting out of Broadchurch I let Jonathan trapped me in litral walls in our huse, and the walls made of love that I built to keep me from telling him that I want to drive, that I need to work, that I'm capable, anyway have a nice night or morning or whatever time is you are reading this, I'll send you the next entry tomorrow.

Alec checked the time when Dr Florence received the document 2:53 am, so a few minutes after she wrote it, wich was obvious since it had several misspellings and missing letters.

He had already checked the traffic cameras around her home and all her movements checked out, there at 1:52 am just a few miles before the dirty road to her cottage he identified the car that should belong to Langford, and then the same car leaving at 2:05 however the first time he didn't notice that she was the one driving, and then Ashley driving back, apart from that her story checked out.

He stood up and walk to a waiting room where Paul was sitted , he respected the reverend but sometimes his good intentions could be too much.

"DI Hardy" He said always polite standing up to shake his hand "I'm sorry to bother you but is about Y/N"

"Do you have new information about the case?" Hardy said dryly, and sitedin front of him "I believe Miller already talked to you this morning, and I don't have more to say apart from that"

"No, I already say everything I know, is just I figured since Y/N is not going to be able to go back to his place because of ... the investigation and that" he frowned thinking about Jonathan's body "I thought maybe she could stay at the church, we always have a spare room and well since her family is not around I figured ..."

"How did you know she is getting free?" Alec interrupted him.

"Well I don't think she is responsible for anything" He started clearly surprised that he questioned that.

"Ah, you think you can do my job better than me?" Hardy said, clearly about to loose his temper.

"I just think, or at least I like to think I'm better at knowing people" Paul was more serious, and Hardy was shock by that, maybe it was the years of tragedy he had face with the town, or maybe it was something more personal.

"Oddly how things turn out isn't it? The fiance is gone, and now she goes back to you, and you even want her to live with you. And you are no longer with Becca do you? All seems way too convenient don't you think?" He said looking for something in the priest face, but there was only indignation.

"What are you suggesting? Really? You are going to questioning me?" He said and Hardy just remained silent with her arms crossed "Fine if I you need to know, and I'm surprised Ellie hasn't told you yet, I know her ages ago, her, Ashley we went to school together, and we were together for about one year, I don't know she was 26 at the time. And we broke up because I was busy with the church and we have been friends since then." He said quickly and Alec nodded.

"And you were friends with Norbury?" Alec asked not sure on why he wanted to know.

"I introduced them, a few weeks after he move here he began helping me at the church, and she often volunteers to watch the trouble makers, she must have watch Tom and Danny a couple times back in those days" a shadow of sorrow crossed his face remembering the young kid, something that happened often in broadchurch "I actually forgot to tell something to Ellie" He said remembering suddenly "I don't think is relevant but anyway, I am I meet Jonathan at a AA meeting, and that's why he started helping at the church. He had troubles with drinking at London that's why he came here."

"Did he ever relapse?" Alec ask suddenly with all his alarms on "Like recently?"

"Not that I know, he didn't want Y/N to know about it, and I ask him to talk to her before the wedding, I'm not sure if he did" The sad look was back now for his lost friend.

"She'll be out in fifty" Alec said standing up, and walking towards the door "You can wait for her here"

"What? Oh thanks, she has been trough a lot already, I hope I can help her out on this at least."

"You said her family is not around, what ever happened to them?" He said suddenly stopping at the door.

"They died, in a car accident ten years ago, she was about to leave town, she was not living with them anymore, she was the youngest and they care for her a lot, but after that she felt guilty I guess, she started coming more to church and her problem got worse for a few weeks, I hope that doesn't happen again".

"Sure" Hardy said and walked fast to the interrogation room where Y/N have spent the night. He found her sitted in the same place, and she had clearly been crying, he felt sorry for her, but he had to get things clear first.

"You lied to us" He started siting in front of her. "You drove home on Friday morning out of the bar" She only nodded and took a sip of the water bottle she hasn't touched yet.

"I'm sorry" Y/N said with a throaty voice "I did, I know I'm not supposed to but I actually can drive very well, and I haven't drink that night it, I thought it was safer if I take the wheel than Ash, but she was stubborn enough to drive back herself"

"Any particular reason on why you don't drink?" He asked not giving it much importance.

"I really don't like it that much, and it worsens my anxiety, so I may take a glass of wine here and there, I think that's why I blacked out so long two weeks ago I did drink a few more shots than my usual three" she said putting her hair behind her ear "He was in AA" She said biting her nails "Or at least I think he was, someone left a voice message about changing the hour for the meeting" She face Hardy with red eyes but she didn't cried, not anymore.

"Do you ever saw him drinking?" He asked and his mind was still in the coroner report trying to remember what he said about the content of the stomach.

"No, also he always had "Boy's night" with Paul on the day I knew he had his AA meetings, is weird how any of them thought I will figure it out" She had a sad smile on her face "I always thought he was a terrible liar because of it"

"You can leave, reverend Coats, amm Paul is waiting for you" She gave him a surprise look.

"Why is Paul here?" She asked then putting up her hands so he could uncuffed her.

"You can't go to your own place, we are still looking for evidence there" Alec said avoiding her gaze.

"Detective Hardy, do you believe me?" She asked caressing her wrist, they felt numb after all that time.

"Is there a reason I shouldn't?" He asked looking at her straight in the eyes.

"No, but earlier it felt like you thought it was me" She said.

"I don't have to believe you or not, I make questions and I follow evidence, and evidence doesn't suggest you did it" He avoided answer her directly.

"Then can I ask you a favor?" She said standing up. "When you find who did this to us, and I have faith in you to do it, if is someone I know, please don't tell me" Her voice was low and almost imperceptible and he had to bend over the table to listen better.

"Why?" He asked in a whisper almost as quiet as hers.

"Because I would hate them, and I would want to kill them, and I don't want to be that kind of person" She said and he could see the fear and sorrow in her eyes, and felt grateful that another officer entered to take her way from him. He went back to his office trying to forget that look when Miller walked in.

"Did you let her go? Paul told me on the way out she would stay at the church, that seems fine for now" She said looking at him but he was apparently not listening. "Ready to go see his apartment?"

"What does the coroner said about his stomach?" He asked suddenly leaning back on his chair.

"Vodka? Whiskey? Some sort of alcohol, why?" She asked curious.

"Yeah, something like that, come on Miller we can't lost more time" There he is, Miller smile when he put on his coat again and start walking outside. "By the way, I haven't told you this" He turned at her with a odd expression in his face "I am in therapy with Dr. Florence, I have been there for a few months now, is not important, I just thought you should know" He nodded and kept walking.

"Ok, sure, fine. That's great" Miller said against her impulse of asking more, she was glad he shared that of course, but she knew how hard must have been for him to admit it. "Anyway Becca Fisher owns the apartment where Norbury lived, she gave me the key"

They walked out and Alec started telling her about Jonathan's problem with alcohol, and a few other details he learned that morning but leaving out all about the diaries. He was sure as much as Ellie that Y/N was innocent but that only made things more complicated and he was hoping for a new lead to appear at the apartment, Please don't tell me her voice resonated in his mind and when he closed his eyes he could see her face. This was getting more and more difficult every minute.

I wasn't sure if people was actually reading this, but I'm glad they are, so if you want to be in the tag list just say so and I would gladly add you.

@allonsymexgirl

[queercapwriting]

Cap!! I've been so busy with college assignments I'm always missing our family interactions. So I am 20 year old lesbian who never kissed anyone, and I really want to but I'm scared, bc what if I terrible at it! Could you maybe write Kara having a first kiss (or just anything to make me less anxious about it)? I love you and all my siblings

Supercorp College AU

Alex never seems to like it. 

Kissing boys.

Kara’s not sure if she’d like it. She likes James, but Lucy seems to like kissing him.

A lot.

And it makes her happy – to see them happy – but sometimes it makes her confused.

Because sometimes, she’s not sure if she wants to be kissing James, or Lucy. 

She hears Maggie – that forensics major Alex is spending so much time with these days – talking about it being okay to like people of different genders.

She figures that’s what she might be. Bi. Pan. Something like that.

Yeah, definitely something like that.

And she wonders, with the way Alex seems to melt and stammer and splutter around Maggie so, so, so often, what Alex thinks about all that.

She makes a note to ask her about it.

But for now?

For now, she’s just trying to find her own words, because suddenly, she feels a lot like her sister.

Because Lena Luthor actually showed up to tonight’s party, and Lena Luthor is actually talking to her.

Lena Luthor, who’s brilliant and gorgeous and funny and understands what it’s like to have a family name that you just want to escape, but you never, ever, ever can.

And Lena Luthor is holding her hand. 

She’s grateful for the portable red sun energy disperser in her pocket that Alex rigged up for her, so she can do things like hug people and shake hands and sit on desks without having to constantly restrain herself, constantly fear herself.

So Kara focuses all her energy her brain not short-circuiting and she focuses on speech. Speech in English, not Kryptonian. 

Speech in any language at all would be great, right now, truth be told.

But she must do something right, because within a month, Lena Luthor is her girlfriend.

Lena never pushes and she never assumes, but she does ask once, when they’re sprawled on Kara’s twin bed in her dorm, physics books surrounding them.

“Have you ever kissed anyone, Kara?” she asks, and Kara gulps. Hard.

She thinks about lying, but Lena’s eyes are steady, and so is Kara’s loyalty. She shakes her head, and Lena smiles softly.

“That’s okay, you know. I don’t mind.”

“But you have,” Kara croaks, and it’s a statement, not a question. Her eyes are burning, and she wants to run. 

Lena puts her hand on hers, and she remembers why she’s staying. Lena nods softly, quietly, and her eyes flicker down to Kara’s lips.

“I can’t imagine what I’ve had would come even close to kissing you. If you wanted me to, I mean.”

Kara fights tears and she fights panic and she wishes she’d taken one of those Kryptonian anti-anxiety meds Alex made for her.

“You don’t mean that.”

Lena leans back, hurt in her eyes. “I don’t say things to you that I don’t mean, Kara,” she retorts, an edge in her voice, and Kara’s heart breaks.

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” She adjusts her glasses and tries to focus on the girl in front of her, not her own nerves. “I’m sorry, really. I didn’t mean it like that, I promise. I just meant… I just meant, I’m probably bad at it. Like, what about the whole practice-makes-perfect thing? So how can I be any good at it if I’ve never practiced? What if it makes you not like me, what if – “

“Whoa, Kara, hey. Hey, hey. It’s okay. I…” Lena bites her lip and Kara wants to just lean down and… But then Lena is talking again, and Kara forces herself to listen. “Just don’t stick your tongue right down my throat – always messy and rarely pleasant – and you’ll be fine. It’s like…” Lena reaches for Kara’s hand. “It’s like holding hands. Where do the thumbs go? Whose hand goes on top? You know? It’s a lot of negotiate, but we’ve figured it out. Sometimes it’s silly, like when you had to readjust our position in front of the science building that time – “

“And I wound up tickling you – “

“Right. And then we laughed, and it was fine. Wasn’t it? And sometimes, I just adjust my thumb, so it’s tucked under yours instead of over. Right? And it’s no big deal. We just learn each other’s bodies, and listen to each other. Like holding hands. But only if you want to, Kara, because I would never want to do anything that you’re not ready and wanting to – “

But then Kara’s lips are pressed against Lena’s, tentative and soft and hesitant as Lena freezes, but increasingly sure and steady when Lena recovers from the pleasant shock and kisses her back. 

Hands find waists and tangles of hair and glasses, and when Kara parts her lips for Lena’s, she’s surprised by how gentle Lena’s tongue is, just grazing her bottom lip, soft, slow, like asking for permission, like asking for grace.

Kara grants it as heat shoots through her body, as she pulls Lena closer to her. She sighs heavily as Lena moans softly into her mouth.

She shifts her head and parts her lips more and –

And their teeth clack against each other, because Lena’s had the same idea at the same time.

Tears spring to Kara’s eyes and she nearly topples off the bed with how far she retreats from Lena’s hold.

“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I messed it up, I – “

“Hey, hey, no. Kara, that… that was wonderful. And as for hurting me, you didn’t.” A small, questioning, mischievous smile starts to grow on Lena’s face. “But if you did… any chance you’d be interested in kissing it better?”

Kara gulps. “You still… you will want to kiss me?”

Lena’s smile changes Kara’s entire life. 

“I still want to kiss you.”

So they kiss. 

And kiss. And kiss.

And they don’t stop all night.

[tokyoteddywolf]

Fuck It I'm Gonna Minific From A Phone

A little Self Story bc I need to write SOMETHING and my Voltron fics are reserved for a computer with a proper keyboard.

————————————————- Huffing, the teenage girl smacked her head onto her desk for what felt like the thousandth time that day. ‘When will this suffering end?’ She thought, tugging her scrunchie out and letting her copper and red streaked hair fall out in curly waves, brushing against her shoulders. She idly played with a particular ringlet as her English teacher ranted about Shakespeare or something similar up front, near the whiteboard. Lucky her, she was sitting in the very back, which meant more chances to daydream. Vaguely she thought that she should shower when she got home, since her hair was feeling a little oily and looked dusty, and earlier this morning she’d broken a comb trying to smooth out a few tangles. Curse her genetics for giving her father’s fluffy curls and her Mum’s wavy thickness to her unruly hair. She didn’t care if her hair was classified as “perfect curls or waves”, all she knew was she never had to use a curling iron to get perfect ringlets, and straightening the damn thing was an hour long process she had no energy for. Not to mention water was her number one enemy, always causing it to either curl or frizz when dried. Or both, which was normally why she kept it tied back with a scrunchie. She snapped back to attention when the bell rung, and she gathered up her things and left that godforsaken class. She said hello to a few friends as she passed them in the hallways, and played her usual game of How Gay Am I For That Girl as she walked to Algebra class. Humming along to the tune on her headphones, she slid into her seat once she’d arrived and waved an awkward hello to her pal Nathan, or Omega as he called himself. Things had been a bit strained between them, mainly because Nathan had a crush on her and she only saw him as a brother. She always felt bad when someone liked her, not that it had ever happened before to her knowledge, mainly because she was Aromantic. She turned to her notebook and hummed quietly to herself, remembering the conversation she’d had with her Mum the other day. “Boys are like static cling sometimes!” Her Mum had sighed, brushing silver and black hair out of her hazel green eyes. “So, you never really felt like dating anyone?!?” She’d responded, actually a little shocked. “No, actually. I stayed single my whole life til I met your father. He’d actually just stuck around me, and we ended up getting married, before that divorce. Every boyfriend since has just stuck to me until I agreed to one date, and I guess I just never had the heart to say no until I got fed up enough.” The older female had explained with a wry smile. “So you must actually be Aromantic like me! Huh! Ya learn something new everyday…” the teen had muttered, before grinning at her Mum. “So once we kick Steve out, no more boyfriends? Promise?” She’d asked, adding puppy eyes for full effect. Her Mum had laughed and nodded agreement. She shook out of the memory when a sheet of complicated looking equations was passed over to her, and she sighed. She had no idea what she was supposed to do, so she huffed and at least tried to figure out what the fuck X equaled. An hour and a half later, she was slumped against her close friend and brother figure Sam, who didn’t complain and merely continued to eat the nachos she’d gotten for him. He never had any money for school lunches, and she’d felt awful when she saw the sad little sandwiches he’d had to eat. She’s started with handing over her leftover food she hadn’t eaten, since she was worried he wasn’t eating enough. Then it turned into her handing over her food at every lunch period since her new meds that controlled her anxiety and ADHD also acted as a hunger suppressant, leaving her appetite nonexistent. She ate, of course, usually when she saw food she liked, such as the fish or the egg rolls, or usually just survived off of the fruit cups and milk cartons. Sam glanced over at where her head was pressed against his leather jacket covered shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “Tough day?” He asked nonchalantly, dipping a chip into some of the liquid cheese and sour cream as she grumbled and looked up and stared at his sideburns. “You have no idea. I might not live through fifth and sixth period.” She groaned, absolutely limp against his form. They had that weird sibling dynamic where physical affection wasn’t all that unwelcome. Sam chuckled and patted her knee sympathetically. “You’ll survive. If I can listen to Mel whine about her problems all day and still keep my sanity intact, then you can survive the next two classes today.” She snorted out a half laugh. “Well, yer her boyfriend. Listenin’ to her is kinda yer job.” She drawled, slipping into her Texan accent. What? She was tired! Her ADHD had kicked her ass the night before, so she’d been up til nearly three in the morning aching to go run or something before she managed to settle down enough to get SOME sort of rest. Sam rolled his eyes and munched on another chip. “Can’t argue with that.” He hummed, shrugging. She sighed. “Honestly I just want to take a nap but I have stuff to do…” Sam rolled his eyes again. “Don’t we all?” He joked, reaching up to ruffle her hair. She purred delightedly at the attention. She adored head rubs, but it was something she only let trusted people do. Which was rare, since she literally had no trust in anyone, anxiety only worsening the problem and making her believe that, even though she had a good life and friends and family that really cared, everyone would turn on her and abandon her and pretty much show that everything was one big lie, a joke. She and Sam started chatting about story ideas, since they had their own little AU called the Squad AU, just a little story about their OC’s and the trouble they get into in different universes, some already existing and some made up. The bell rang again, dismissing the lunch crowd, and she gathered up her things and bid goodbye to her pals as she moved to the class in the library. She grinned as the class door unlocked and she entered the computer filled room, sliding into her favorite spot and swivel chair, adjusting the tilted computer screen and lowering the chair so her chest could have a rest on the wooden table and give her aching shoulders and back a rest. Cracking her neck and back, rolling her shoulders, she popped a few finger joints and logged in, already working on an essay paragraph so she could do what she really wanted to; free write. She actually had a deal with the teacher, after several talks and lectures. After a while, he’d given her a deal: as long as you write a poem a day or an essay paragraph, you can take the rest of the class off to write your creative stories and documents. She’d finished the poem assignment a few days ago, so now it was just a paragraph for an essay a day and she could go back to writing plot lines, head canons, fic ideas and short stories as much as she liked. Once finished with the paragraph, she pulled up a familiar document, the plot line for a Shance one shot she was making, and started adding in more details to the document. Humming, she checked over everything and made a few changes before deeming it ready to be written out as an actual story before opening a new document and starting a new plot line, this one for another one shot idea she’d had last night during her little hyper episode, though to be honest she’d seen the same thing around a few times already but it never failed to make her smile or giggle. She had to research a little for it, but that was okay and she had the bare bones of the idea down by the time the bell ring. She saved everything twice before closing everything and logging off, ready for the long exhausting march to sixth period over in the second building. Once there, she greeted everyone with her usual “Man I feel dead inside!” and slumped into her tall chair, grateful for the cold black plastic table top against her cheek as she rested her head against it. A pencil shooting across the table had her glaring up at her frenemy, Nicholas. “Nick, for the love of everything holy, could ya fucking not?” She growled as the taller boy grinned at her from two tables away, his face blurry since she’d left her glasses at home today, but she could still practically FEEL him smirking. “But messing with you is more entertaining than anything else.” Nick chirped, twirling another pencil in his hand before flicking it at her. She flipped him the bird and nuzzled into her bag, to tired from the jog up the stairs to respond back for the moment. She rummaged around in her bag before pulling out a bag of chips and throwing it at him. “Here. Now shut up and leave me alone.” She hissed, glaring at him as she fumbled with her scrunchie and retied her hair back into a ponytail, or bunnytail since it was short and fluffy and curled down to brush against the back of her neck. To be fair, they were friends, sort of, since Nick went to her Grandpa’s church and she usually saw him there whenever she visited. But, they had a mutual hatred and respect for each other. A weird dynamic, since one moment she’d be sharing food with him and he’d be chatting with her about the logistics of a show, but the next they’d be at each other’s throats with scissors and flailing arms. No real harm was ever done, but it did annoy her to no end when he threw things like pens and popsicle sticks at her. She put on her headphones and ignored him the best she could, occasionally throwing a pen back or discreetly flipping him off, and started doodling in her notebook again. “Oh thank God, I’m free!” She declared as she exited the school, her scarf getting tossed into her face from the wind. Tucking the blue fabric back around her neck, she mumbled to herself as she walked the short distance to her house. “Well, at least until tomorrow.” She sighed, waiting for the crosswalk to turn green so she could cross the street and get home. It was a nice day for once, windy but not freezing cold like the winter they’d just left. Her skirt pressed against her legs as cars blew past, her scarf fluttering over her shoulder as she plucked her loose curl, the one she kept shorter for aesthetic purposes, out of her eyes in time to see the light turn green. She finally got home, and after fending off the excited dogs that swarmed her when she got inside, carefully dodging the hard whip-like tail of her boxer pit bull mix Kane who was a total sweetie, she managed to get into her room and shut the door to be alone. Ignoring the mess on the floor, she flopped onto her bed and sighed into a pillow before checking Tumblr, bored already. “Well, today was boring.” —————————————— I’m ending it there. See what happens when I’m not allowed to write for so long?!?!?!?

[minerva--mcgee]

Hi, i get a ship please? I'm a Leo, INFJ, bisexual female, slytherin, animal lover. I'm 5,6 with a slim build, tan skin, ombré shoulder length hair and green eyes. I enjoy reading, writing and movie marathons. I can flirt with ease until I actually start liking someone then I turn into a fumbling mess. I'm Kind-hearted,sarcastic, ambitions and protective over my friends and family.I also suffer from anxiety, and give others more second chances then most deserve.

Hello sunshine xx thanks for the submission! 

I ship you with Hermione Granger! 

How’d you meet? It was a Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff Quidditch match in your third year, and she was frantically doing a Transfiguration assignment in the stands, trying to simultaneously watch the game. You became fascinated by watching her, the way her hand scribbled with the quill across the parchment, the way her eyes screwed up in concentration. She looked up and saw you a couple of rows over, smiled lightly, before continuing to work. You smiled back.

Who initiated your first conversation? You initiated the first conversation! In the Great Hall the next morning for breakfast, you walked past her at the Gryffindor table, as she was doing another assignment - this time for Charms - and you asked her if she could help you with your History of Magic essay. She reluctantly agreed, and you told her to meet you in the library after dinner that evening, which she did.

Who asked out the other first? You asked her out first! Your study sessions had become a regular occurrence in the evenings, meeting Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, and Sundays after dinner until curfew, when you would take turns walking each other back to class. One night, on a Thursday evening, you two were sitting in the library and you scribbled I like you. Do you want to go out sometime? onto a piece of parchment and slipped it over her textbook. Her eyes immediately were drawn to it, and you watched her read over it multiple times before looking up at you. like, on a date?  she wrote back with a smirk on her face. you nodded at her, and she smiled before nodding. “I’d like that a lot.”

Who initiated the first kiss? You initiated the first kiss! It was another night in the library - which seemed to be both of your favourite pastime - and you brushed a strand of her bushy brown hair out of her face as she slaved over an assignment. She turned to look at you and began asking a question about Animagi, but you planted a soft kiss on her lips. When you pulled away, she blushed bright red with a smile on her face, took a moment to recover, and released a deep breath. She beamed at you before restating her question, which you answered with a smile. Neither of you stopped smiling that night.

When did you know that you were in love? You realized your love first! You were both staying at Hogwarts for Christmas break, so there were only about ten students in the whole school, along with the Professors. You were in the Gryffindor Common Room, which you both liked to be in when you aren’t in the library. She was ranting to you about Harry and Ron’s stupid plans and the Marauders Map, when you looked into her eyes and pulled her into gentle kiss and stroked her hair, your finger twirling a piece near her face. The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw inside of her was a perfect balance to your Slytherin and Hufflepuff tendencies, and you simply loved her. You wouldn’t say anything yet, however, because you know that it would be nothing but word vomit.

Who picks the activities for dates more? She picks the activities! Hermione is a bit of a control freak, something which you love and accept about her, but she can drive herself into the ground with it sometimes. You do your best to lighten her work load by making sure she does her homework in a reasonable time while taking breaks. After your third year, when she wasn’t using the time turner anymore (something which she admitted to you in a letter over the summer) she had much more time for you and time for herself to relax and truly be in love. You two went to the Yule Ball together, and couldn’t have had a better time - your dress was short and had one shoulder, a deep emerald green colour which matched your eyes perfectly. Her periwinkle dress was absolutely stunning, and neither of you could agree on who looked better. She repeatedly said that you clearly looked way better, but you insisted that she was the belle of the ball.

Who proposed? You proposed to her! During the Battle of Hogwarts, you were both crouched behind a fallen pillar, shooting spells at death eaters and protecting students, staff, and the Order of the Phoenix by using protection spells. “Hermione Jean Granger, if we get out of this alive, while you marry me?” you shouted over the noise, and she was so shocked she stopped mid-spell to look at you. “Are you insane?” she yelled back, to which you nodded. She shot another spell out. “If we both get out of this alive, then of course I’ll marry you, you idiot!” You smiled as you watched her finished off Antonin Dolohov. In the end, you both made it out physically in one piece, and you bought her a ring a few weeks later. A simple diamond ring with a heartbeat engraved on the inside, you slipped it on her finger when you were both laying in bed early one morning. She smiled and kissed you before jumping out of bed to start the day. You had a destination wedding in Paris, with some of the Weasleys and your family and close friends, before backpacking around Europe for three months together. 

What do you like to do together? Even to this day, you both enjoy studying together - neither of you can ever get enough knowledge. You learned three new languages together years into your marriage, and you had two children - one boy and one girl, both adopted. You have a muggle television in your home where you often stream movies; sometimes it’s just the two of you, and other times, you have a dozen or so friends over to watch with you. You have two cats - a Persian and a Russian Blue - and a Siberian Husky dog. Hermione was slightly hesitant to get another cat after old Crookshanks finally passed, but she decided she was happier when she had a companion. You convinced her to get the dog, which is still more yours than hers, but they love each other. She becomes Minister of Magic, and you couldn’t be prouder, and you become Head of Magical Law Enforcement. You get to see each other both at work and at home.

God, these are so much fun to write! Thank you for the submission! I hope you don’t mind Hermione - and I really hope you liked this! I got really lost in the writing of this one

want one?