#I love it when characters have 2 names I need to tag truly /s

[thecrowperson]

Kaidou manga panels I like: (pt 192)

Fanboying: feat. Makoto, Saiki, and Nendou

From: vol 10 ch 100

[yueliie]

🎑 秋 — 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋.

THIS EVENT IS POSSIBLE BECAUSE OF @heartkaji 's own selfship event , THIS EVENT IS INSPIRED BY HER MOSTLY, OTHER THAN THAT, SUCH THINGS AS ACTIONS ARE TAKEN FROM THE INTERNET...*BEEP*

🎑 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗡 𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗟 !?

hiii, hello and greetings !! we finally did it guys, we just reached 100 followers on this blog !! so welcome to my first selfship event, AUTUMN FESTIVAL where I, YUE OR MIU IF YOU MAY, will act as your love guide and assign headcanons & drabbles to your lovely selfships.

🎑 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞 !?

it's pretty easy, I tell ya ! all you need to do is send me an ask describing the requirements for your data, it's similar to a normal matchup event expect you'll specify what character you're being shipped with and my job as your love guide will be writing the tale of your romance going through this festival, I will be assign a dynamic & scenarios based on the relationship and personality of you & your fictional other !

You will be selecting between fourteen actions and pick out a maximum of three from those actions (or four for my mooties ) that you would like me to write your fate about your selfship, and I'll do my best to answer your prayers based on my wisdom of your love life !

🎑 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗜 𝗕𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 !?

your fictional other should be a character from wind breaker (satoru nii) , honkai star rail , genshin impact , kaiju no. 8 , jujutsu kaisen , haikyuu!! and kimetsu no yaiba only !!

please do take note that this event is sfw and may be slightly suggestive so no funny business my dear friends !!

only one f/o per person !!

🎑 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗘 𝗜 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 !?

Some guidelines for you to know when to do your prayers (requests) !!! :

anyone is free to join ! you don't have to be a follower or mutual of mine to take part.

for your information, all scenarios & hcs will be strictly sfw and may be lightly suggestive, so everyone of all ages is free to take part in this festival.

you can send your request on or off anon. I, however recommend sending it off so you will be notified almost immediately, but it's all up to you of course my dearest friends, i won't be showing your request, instead i will tag you~ if you still decide to requesting on anon, please assign a name or emoji so you can come and pick your order at anytime.

And most importantly, don't be shy ! I adore talking to other selfshippers and talking about their selfships because I truly do love hearing your love stories, come on I won't judge you at all so describe yourself or your oc as much as you want to.

🎑 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡, 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 !!

please note that before I revealed your fate, i will provide a description of your dynamic relationship I believe your selfship would have !!

If using an oc, please provide me their name !!

remember you can only pick a maximum of three while mooties pick four !!

1. Cuddling under a blanket 2. Baking together 3. Carving pumpkins 4. Horror movie nights 5. Have a fall picnic 6. Matching Halloween Costumes 7. Go on a coffee date 8. Go apple picking 9. Making Halloween Costumes 10. Shopping for Halloween Costumes 11. Going to a haunted house together 12. Take a walk/crunching leaves 13. Getting stuck in the rain 14. Stealing their clothes

🎑 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧 ?!

to participate autumn festival, you must first reblog this post then send me an ask following this template, any requests that do not follow the instructions will be deleted !!

pronouns.

gender + any relevant information regarding gender identity (ex. you use she/her but don't wear certain clothes or prefer to be treated as male. this is to avoid offending you and making you uncomfortable in the script).

f/o + their fandom

what action will you be taking (3 or 4 max).

a description of you/your oc's personality.

your likes and dislikes.

your love language/s

(optional) a description of you/your oc's appearance (ex. If you has freckles, your f/o adore them)

fun fact or extra info about yourself/your oc.

your perception of your f/o. everyone has different perspectives on different people, the first impression left the biggest impact, no?

that's all !! please remember I'm only open until 30th SEPTEMBER. I can't guarantee requests will be answered on first come first serve basis, but I recommend requesting as soon as possible !!

TAG : @zylophie , @kaq3yma , @megutime , @iid-smile , @kajibunny , @stunie , @hayatoseyepatch , @kaiser1ns , @nyxypoo , @meidiary , @maruflix , @littleplantfreak , @sanemistar , @the-original-skipps , @lampiridaes , @kobunnie , @suosteacup , @kazuhaiku , @nian-7 !!

[au-starss]

WHAT'S IN A NAME ?

༄ synopsis… they're voicelines about you, before and after starting a relationship (pt. 2)

༄ characters… artem, ayato, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, luke, marius, pantalone, thoma, xiao, vyn, zhongli x gn!reader

༄ tags… slightly ooc

༄ words… n/a

༄ author’s thoughts… part 1 can be found here!

luke !

Before dating:

‘One of the best lawyers I know of! God they’re so spectacular. We’ve known each other for quite a while, since we were kids, as a matter of fact. It’s a shame we were separated for so long, but that’s a story for another time, right? Anyways, I’d definitely recommend their services. I can give you a contact number if you’d like.’

Dating:

‘I want to get a bit personal with you, if that’s alright. I love [Name] with everything in me. I want to give them the best life. They’re the reason I’m having a harder time accepting my limited time left. I would hate to just up and leave them like that. So, I’m gonna fight to stay alive. Just for them. [Name] is always someone worth fighting for.’

marius !

Before dating:

‘Definitely someone who’s really feisty. Even during our first meeting they were determined to not play my games and get what they needed with me. Though, we did get a little closer after investigating together. Hopefully you trust me when I say that they are one of the best lawyers around. I could go on for hours about [Name]’s skills if you’d like.’

Dating:

‘A work of art to me. That’s how I would describe them in my eyes. Ever since our relationship started my artistry has been filled with them and their beautiful smiles. I’m hoping to compose a book of drawings of us, and maybe even gift it to them one day. That way, [Name] knows how incredible they are to me. Yeah, that’s a good idea!’

pantalone !

Before dating:

‘I can let you in on something about [Name], traveler. They’re a harbinger for a reason. Their negotiation and gambling skills are beyond anything I’ve seen before. They even exceed my own in some areas. Working with [Name] always guarantees success on my part when it comes to trades. I assure you, you don’t want to get on their bad side.’

Dating:

‘It’s truly mind blowing how well we work together in a relationship. I love them to death, and I trust they do love me too. I sometimes wonder what life would be like if I hadn’t pursued a relationship with them. That made me realize a small pang of loneliness I always had before. I can’t imagine going back to feeling that way again, all thanks to my love, [Name].’

thoma !

Before dating:

‘[Name] is one of my closest companions at the estate! They’re always offering to help me with my daily duties after they finish. They’re such a blast to hang around all the time. Even my lord and my lady enjoy [Name]’s presence when having a nice evening. You should come and spend a dinner with us one night traveler, how about it?’

Dating:

‘Where do I even begin with them? [Name] is absolutely spectacular in so many ways. Words can’t properly explain everything about them. We both really enjoy helping the local dogs when we have free time. To be honest traveler, I want to spend the rest of my life with them. It’s selfish, I know, but I truly can’t help it when it comes to them.’

xiao !

Before dating:

‘Oh yeah, I know of them. [Name] is one of the workers here at the Inn. They’re always bringing me meals, leaving them on the table and coming back later to see if I’ve eaten them. It’s irritating; we’ve never once come face to face yet they’re so adamant on making me get that meal. Maybe I could consider showing myself to them so they stop coming.’

Dating:

‘They’re.. too kind for their own good. The amount of times they come back after I push them away is frustrating and irritating. [Name] doesn’t understand how being with me endangers them. Still.. I can’t help but feel somewhat nice that someone is taking time to be with me everyday. But that stays between us traveler, understand?’

vyn !

Before dating:

‘They’ve already exceeded my expectations so many times, despite knowing each other for less than a year. [Name] truly is remarkable. A good lawyer, a sharp mind, and even good character. It’s hard to find someone with all those good qualities these days. I want to further my relationship with them, and I do believe you should meet them.’

Dating:

‘I never believed myself capable to love someone as much as I love [Name]. Everyday they continue to shock me in the best way possible. If I may get personal with you, my social experiences as a child weren’t great. Meeting [Name] and allowing them in my heart was scary, but I overcame it. I have them, and I never want to let them go.’

zhongli !

Before dating:

‘Ah, you speak of one of Ningguang’s closest companions, is that right?. If I may, I believe they are reliable and easy to speak with. I’ve noticed [Name]’s interest in some of the stories I have to tell. I enjoy they’re company, and I truly don’t mind telling them any stories or facts I know. I believe their attentive nature is why Ningguang likes them so much.’

Dating:

‘What a beautiful soul they are. I sometimes wonder how I managed to become lucky as such, with [Name] by my side like this. It’s things like these that make one really start to think traveler. I have a will to protect them with everything I have. Such a pure soul in this world is hard to find, and I plan to keep mine for a while.’

[raayllum]

It's hard to tell because it's only been some posts but you sound somewhat frustrated with pre-season discussions happening elsewhere for The Dragon Prince? In any case, I thought you might appreciate the note that some people certifiably do like Rayla and Callum as characters perfectly well (I know I do at least and have since the start)?

I'm sure you're aware of it already but it felt somewhat like it'd help you not feel like you're typing into a void of dissent for enjoying them and the show concurrently? Even if I'd disliked the time skip in some capacities (I didn't particularly, I thought Rayla had good instincts wanting proof of death etc she just perhaps should have taken more backup for higher success chances if at all possible) Stella's introduction would have won me over entirely anyway.

There's no shame in being easily charmed by adorable animal characters, after all! She really is cute and also useful in limited capacities, like Bait.

If you wanted an actual ask with the above I suppose that I'm intrigued how similarly you thought Bait and Stella functioned as extended powers/company of their respective people and in the group?

Mostly on twitter (which is a reason to stay off twitter) but, in all honesty, it's mostly because it's annoying to see people use ship names or main tags for their complaining (I have "tdp critical" blacklisted or whatever for a reason y'know). Like as someone who truly deeply loves every character and every part of the show, when Claudia or Terry or Aaravos or anyone else gets promo I'm thrilled and intrigued and theorizing. And there's a minimal but loud portion(s) of the fandom who are either currently expressing (or have a track record) of annoyance when Callum and Rayla, as main characters and as the show's consistently most developed dynamic (which, I want to stress, has been the case even in s1 and s2) dare to be main characters and have marketing, there's an uproar of complaining. (Again, not the majority, but still baffles me that it exists at all.)

It'd be like if I complained about ATLA being primarily about Aang, its main character, for the majority of the show's run because I thought Toph needed more of a character arc (she's the least developed of the gaang bc she comes in s2 and has a general self-acceptance arc that doesn't need a ton of steps, for ex).

Sometimes favourite characters are there to have minimal screentime, execute their story purpose, and highlight other characters' arcs. The divide between characters where that's generally understood (Gren, Lain, Tiadrin, Opeli) vs characters where it's not (Aaravos in S4/S5, Runaan) again irks me because of the inconsistency, and therefore bias accordingly affecting judgement. Which maybe isn't fair - most people, myself included, are in fandom as a hobby, and for some people that means not evaluating their biases and not wanting to adjust their expectations; I just can't imagine doing anything else

I think Bait mostly serves as emotional support to Ezran and a lil guy to Talk to for Callum (2x05, 4x02) when a human character wouldn't quite make sense or is gone (Rayla is his usual confidant, for example). Stella is more interesting to me from a structure standpoint as 1) a character connected to the Star arcanum who thus far doesn't really need to be, so I'm curious there and 2) a juxtaposition to post-timeskip Rayla's "we can't save everyone" that her big heart and soft insides is still there, and still something worth listening to.

[vacantgodling]

re. about

REN -> renjamin when you want to scream my name like a disappointed and scandalized parent, rimz for cool kids, R.A.A for formal stuff (OFFICIALLY!!!!!)

26 -> 10.02 i age up

black, transmasc (he/him) & queer (achillean/mlm 🌲🍵☁️🧊🈳)

also been dating the love of my life for 6 years now & we make stories together. check them out here! -> @mothgrudge

neurodivergent, surprising no one

since tumblrs dying find me elsewhere here

also here’s a general psa for youngins that want to follow me. if you’re like 16-19 please read this first. i’m not making a rule or anything that i don’t want youngins following me but like please understand i’m an adult and i’m not tailoring my space to you.

you’ll rarely find me outside of tumblr but i offer art commissions, i have a discord (i don’t really do huge servers they make me anxious but 2-6 people is chill) & i have an art insta. i also have a pinterest for my wips. u can also technically add me on battlenet but i only play overwatch (tis my special interest). i also have a bluesky now if anyone else is on there LMAO

re. wips

i have a LOT of them. but the main one you truly need to know about is:

THE FALL OF GALERÉ BOOK I: PARAMOUR || “saved” from an imminent social death through arranged marriage, HYACINTHUS SHRAPNEL is whisked away to The Chateau aux Aisles D’or, where an unlikely sexual relationship with his butler AMON leads to far more than he bargained for. -> wip intro & powerpoint intro || character intros || gunn sibling kin assigner || s: paramour (main tag) || writing recaps

however i will talk about my other wips at random. you can find a full masterlist of all my wips and ideas HERE!

i also have a wip sampler series where i’m posting passages that encapsulate major vibes or themes of my wips. part one is here!

re. navigation

talking -> musings and personal thoughts

about renjamin -> insight to me / who i am

ren analysis -> when i get meta about my wips

ren mix -> a treasure trove of my music taste

ren polls -> any polls i make

ren reads -> for my ramblings and analysis as i try to get back into books

friends tag -> talking with friends or boosting my friends work

others work -> boosting other writeblrs work

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ren writing -> all of my writing in one place

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short stories tag -> micro or flash fiction bits and bobs

ren art -> all my art

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sex mention -> tag for any sexual content.

worldbuilding -> all of my worldbuilding notes across all my wips

find the word tag -> for this game specifically so i can find it

last line tag -> for this game specifically so i can find it

ren hot cakes -> specifically for my overly opinionated opinions

writing recap -> tracking my writing journey so i can hold myself accountable

to read -> others works that i need to get around to reading

rens ocs but sims -> for when i make my ocs in the sims lol

ren plays -> me talking about video games but it’s usually overwatch

[visualtaehyun]

Rules: List 10 of your comfort shows, then tag 10 people

Thanks for tagging me y'all @sorry-bonebag @twig-tea @rocketturtle4 ✨

My criteria for a comfort show are gonna be 1) any piece of media 2) that I've watched more than once and 3) that I will keep reaching for. That's it. I can't even explain what the common denominator is tbh?? It's just- the kinda movie or show that I need on DVD to easily put on again and quell the brain worms (yes, I physically own all but #4-#6).

1. My School President: What can I say, this show took me entirely by surprise! I started watching a few days before episode 4 aired - aka the pinky touch ✨ the conversation in the stairwell ✨ and the origin of Gem4th's fanclub name being Khun Nuu ✨ - and fell right in love with it. I love musical storytelling, I love coming of age stories, I love a good romance, and I love found family/friend group dynamics so this really hit the spot for me. I guess these apply to a bunch of my choices for this tag though haha

2. Cutie Pie: I've talked about this show in another tag game (as "A show people find bad but you will defend") and all of that still holds true so I won't repeat it here. I'll just add that this show introduced me to Nunew who's my favorite artist these days. :)

3. Love In The Air (Love Storm): Yup! The show that most people on here seem to recall as that extra horny one lol It's one of the first Thai QLs I watched along with as it aired, maybe even the first one. I started watching when episode 2 came out, I think? And I just loved the D/s-dynamic, lovable brat Rain, and these rookie actors so much that I not only went looking for the bts, cast reactions, and interviews but I even started following Twitter translators for the show and cast. This show (and ZeeNunew lol) was basically my introduction to how the Y industry works, what Thai fanclubs are like, and got me well and truly interested in learning Thai. I think I've seen it enough times to speak along by now cause I also used my familiarity with it to study Thai. And now that BossNoeul are finally getting a new show, I'm really looking forward to seeing them in new roles!

4. Not Me: It's simply brilliant. And it's so grounded! You know how lots of tops in Thai QLs are rich, a CEO, drive a supercar, and live in a gorgeous modern home with huge windows (and death stairs lmao)? I love that Not Me starts in a place of privilege but has White leave that behind pretty early on. Bangkok really is a city where you can constantly see the divide between rich and poor. So I appreciate this show even more after having been to Bangkok. Not Me's characters look unfiltered and real and that's how the entire show feels as well. I just love what P'Nuchy has given us here! Oh and +1 for White narrating his entire story, I just kinda love that in general (also enjoyed Kawi narrating Be My Favorite). The next two kinda fall into one category: shows I loved as a kid, remembered - found - rewatched as a teen, and still fondly remember.

5. Kamikaze Kaito Jeanne: This is a magical girl anime that I first would have seen on TV in 2001. In hindsight, this show's religious themes may have influenced me in my love for fictional faith and devotion. Just a thought, haha, totally don't have more than one dnd character who is majorly connected to divinity, faith, and devotion, even though I personally am agnostic...

6. The Weekenders: I routinely cite this as my favorite cartoon (and I watched- just- So Many as a kid omg). Since I watched this on German TV, I only know the German dub which was honestly really fun. If any Germans read this and have seen that show: Wirsing! The rest is movies all the way down!

7. Timeline: A 2003 movie with a bunch of well-known actors that arguably qualifies as a B movie because it flopped so hard at the box office. It's my trash though. I chose it at the video store, brought it home, loved it, and then proceeded to rent it like once a year lol! It's basically a bunch of archeologists and history nerds travelling back in time to the Hundred Years War to save their professor. It has my preferred time travel dynamic of Everything is fixed and whatever traces in time you leave were already there to begin with.

8. Inception: There's several Christopher Nolan movies I love but this one is just so grand and fun and maybe I also had a bit of a crush on Elliott Page back then 👉👈 I'm a born nerd so naturally teen-me used "Non je ne regrette rien" as my alarm for years lmao This category is basically just Disney & co. musicals lol

9. Mulan (1998): If you asked me to choose my favorite from the entire classic Disney musical line-up, it would always be this one. It's the queerest, of course I'd always choose it!

10. Anastasia: You know, I looked at my shelf full of cartoon musicals- no wait, High School Musical and Pitch Perfect are next to them, hm, wELL- at my movie musicals shelf and it came down to choosing between this one and The Swan Princess (1994). And this one just kinda won out because "Once Upon A December" is impeccable! And now I've got it stuck in my head 👍

Since it took me a few days to get back to it, this has clearly made the rounds already. Who to tag?? Uh-- @pharawee @airenyah @telomeke and whoever sees this and wants to do it of course!

[vexic929]

Writers Truth or Dare!

🎱🕯️🥤

🧸🍬🌿

🏜️🍦🐝

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

like a 2, I do it because I have to but I've never been good at editing my own work lol I'd much rather have a friend look it over cause I'll get in my head about it XD

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

this one is just so cute <3333

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

follow me back on tumblr? lol if we're moots, we're moots, if we're not that's okay I still love you <3333

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

neither Tim nor Damian should be Robin at this point, they've both grown past it, the current Robin should be Maps Mizoguchi

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

I'm not usually very good at dealing with writer's block honestly XD but I find sometimes all you need is to watch an episode of one of your favorite shows to get your brain invested in the creative process again

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

literally any, I'm not picky, you can leave an emoji or something and it's totally fine! that said I do love when people quote lines that they enjoyed and talk about them, I always like to find out what stood out to people especially if it's not something I anticipated <3333

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

I don't wanna compliment Lex Luthor tho lol

honestly pretty creative with some of his schemes

iconic character design

took the obsession with his enemy further than even Eobard Thawne by doing the "make a clone child with the DNA of you and your enemy", truly hingeless behavior, I'm impressed

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@practically-an-x-man so kind and inspiring!

@negative-speedforce so sweet and fun <3333

@autisticharrywells excellent analyses and best takes!!

@shrinkthisviolet so cool and nice <3333

@faeseekerandy an excellent friend!

@goldheartedchaoticdisaster super cool and fun!!

@angst-is-love-angst-is-life absolutely lovely and sweet <3333

I'd tag every single mutual honestly but I need to stop sometime lol just know I love you all!!! <3333

[tangled-affections]

Chapter 1: New York! -> Chapter 2

Leonardo x Original Human Female Character x Raphael Rating: Explicit | 18+ | 1,717WC Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Smut, Love Triangles, Sibling Rivalry, Original Character(s), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Interspecies Romance, Interspecies Relationships, Interspecies Sex, Foot Clan (TMNT), Purple Dragons (TMNT), Aged Up Character(s), Other Additional Tags To Be Added

Summary:

In this captivating Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tale, a complex love triangle blooms as Janice Curtis finds herself caught between the affections of two brothers, Leonardo and Raphael. Six years after their first encounter, the dynamics of their relationships become increasingly tangled as the brothers navigate their duties as ninjas while grappling with their feelings for Janice. As they face external battles against powerful foes, the internal struggle for Janice's heart intensifies, forcing Leonardo and Raphael to confront not only their loyalty to each other but also their individual desires. Will they be able to maintain their brotherly bond in the face of rivalry, or will their love for Janice lead to an irrevocable rift? As the tension mounts, all three must learn what it truly means to fight for love, honor, and family.

In the shadows of New York, four brothers reach adulthood with unknown struggles, and two find themselves in a new and uncharted territory—love.

The lair was quiet, with only the exception of typing coming from the open doors of Donatello’s lab, as a weird symbol appeared on a recent Purple Dragons truck that they had caught a few nights prior. As the items that were kept in the wooden crates seem to come from another country, or a point of history when a beep popped up on Donatello’s screen. Drawing his attention away from a few results from a few tests he had done on the objects found in the crates. A curious look painted his features before the sound of foot steps heading towards his lab were heard, where he welcomed his brothers, Raphael, Leonardo, and the youngest Michelangelo. The three stood at the opening, when Leonardo approached while Raphael and Michelangelo leaned on the open door.

“Donnie, what do you have?” Leonardo asks as he leans on the desk that Donatello was working on. “Who is it? Or better yet what was it?” He pestered his brother who only shrugged his shoulders. “It’s old and from Earth, but to narrow down anything other than that we need more of the material or…” Donatello lingered.

Leonard fell silent, moving away from the desk, with his back to Donatello his right hand moves to his chin. As Leo thinks to himself, Raphael is quick to speak up. “Then we go get some more, it was heading to their warehouse on the east side anyway,” He paused as another alert went off. “What’s that?” He asked arms crossed. “It’s my internet search, it came up with something.” Donatello answers.

“What?” Michelangelo asked with his normal tone of confusion. “It’s armor, the symbol that’s on the truck and the crates are from a long since forgotten clan from Japan, Hojo.” Donatello answered unsure of himself. The name not ringing any bells, nor was it spoken of in the channels that Donnie taped into when it came to the Purple Dragons. “I don’t know anything about them, at least not yet. Give me some more time, and I’ll find the connection between this clan, the Purple Dragons, and possibly the Foot clan.” His brothers—including Leo nodded, leaving their brother to his work.

As the three settled in their home, waiting for the information to make their next move, Janice Curtis places the dumbbells back on the rack. Heavy metal blasting in her ears as she stands in the mirror, her eyes scanning the figures in the reflective surface. Turning around as she heads to the women’s locker room, singing along under her breath as she weaves through the crowd that was growing as the evening group poured into the gym that was apart of her apartment building. Not bothering to shower or change clothes, she grabbed her gym bag from the locker, a bag that held protein bars, water bottles, and extra clothes for the days she worked extra hard. A new habit of hers, since the new year had started, and with the help of the turtles Janice took up boxing as their worries of her safety boiled over after a certain event involving the Purple Dragons.

Janice walks through the lobby, where she smiles at the desk clerk, and the doorman that smiled in return. Standing at the elevator doors, pressing the ‘up,’ button, a man spoke to her, yet as she nodded her head to the beat of the music. The man smirked, before tapping her shoulder, where her head snaps to his direction, where she pulls out the right headphone from her ear. Staring at the man, he chuckled, he was average looking, his black hair parted to the side with a suit that seemed to fit him a little too tightly. A mumble of ‘What?’ left her lips without her thinking.

The strange man laughs before repeating himself, “Hello, what are you listening too?” He stood taller than her, forcing him to look down. As she opens her mouth, the ding of the elevator doors opening drew their attention. Stepping onto the elevator she nearly stumbles on her words as she answers him in a low voice that was littered with uneasiness. “Motionless in White.” She answers. He nods, before speaking himself as the doors close on the two, leaving just the two of them on the elevator as he presses the fifteenth floor button. “Nice, I am more of a Classical music listener but I like a couple of their songs.” She nods, soon the music that was playing changes to a different band all together, mumbling under her breath on how she’ll be going back and repeating the song later.

Janice cleared her throat as the elevator passed her floor, continuing to move to his, as she refused to let him know what floor she lived on. The awkward silence forced the man to speak again, this time she heard him. “I am new to the apartment, moved in three days ago,” He starts, clearing his voice that seemed yearning for a conversation. “I liked that I didn’t have to go far for a gym, might see you around?” He asked, his attention never moving from the flashing numbers that were above the doors. “Yeah, maybe.” She faintly responded. The ding of the doors opening cut their small talk short, and he said his goodbyes.

She pressed the twelfth floor button just as the doors shut, allowing her to breath a sigh of relief. Janice wasn’t much of a talker to people in her apartment building, or most in her life outside of close friends—the turtles, April, Casey, and a few others—and as she took a couple steps backwards. She allowed herself to lean on the back wall, the cooling surface was a welcoming feeling to her heated body that smelled of sweat and frustration. ‘I wonder what they are doing? After that attack on the truck they kind of…’ she thought to herself as the turtles came to mind. The doors opened, revealing the hallway that was painted a tan color that she wasn’t fully sure was tan, and the carpet was red; while the air smelled of the different renters cooking mixing together to create an unfamiliar scent.

Janice walked halfway down the hall, when she stopped in front of her apartment door. Messing about with the thousand keys she had, she unlocked the door and walked in. The apartment was a decent size for an apartment that costs her about seven thousand dollars even. A cost that was relieved by the funds her, and her now deceased parents had put away in the years leading to their deaths following a night out in their home town of Dover, New Hampshire. Something she hardly got over in the ten years following their murders, and her adoption of her Aunts and Uncle that lived in New York. Closing the door behind her, throwing the keys in the bowl that sat on a small table that sat in the hallway that led from the front door to the rest of the apartment.

Dropping the bag onto the floor with a thud, she turns to her right, where the dinning room opens to the kitchen that was small compared to the rest of the apartment. Opening the small fridge and grabbing a plastic reusable bottle that had water and cucumbers cut up in it. Taking a large gulp of water that had the flavor of the veggie she had put into it, she gasps for air as she wipes her chin of the water that had slipped from the bottle. Pulling out her phone, that was in the pocket of her leggings, she paused the music that was playing in her left ear. Causally throwing her phone on the counter as she hops onto the counter itself, taking smaller sips of her drink as she no longer feels thirsty beyond belief.

The sound of the shell phone ringing cuts through the silence that filled her apartment, an apartment with white walls that she had covered with rock, metal, and horror movie posters. Shelves that held skulls that were made of stone, glass, and clay; along with books, pictures, and other items that made the apartment less empty. Heading back through the dinning room, and into the bedroom that was to the right, she hurried to the side table that was next to her bed. Flipping it opening the voice on the other side spoke up in a nervous but yet stern tone. “Hey, Janice.” Leonardo starts. “Do you mind if I drop by later this week?” She fought the happiness in her voice as she spoke. “Sure, any particular reason?” Leo was quiet for a moment before answering. “No, just wanted to see you is all.”

She smiled, she always smiled when he called and made plans to see her. It was almost like they were dating, and in some cases it was true depending on who asked. He hung up the phone not long after a few exchange of words, settling on a day, time, and other minor details that needed to be settled. It wasn’t like when they were teenagers, when he—and Raphael—would show up at random. Now, now, it was more planned as the Purple Dragons made strange moves, and the Foot clan played in powerful circles.

Janice’s smile widened at the thought of him showing up, but then she thought about it some more. Her thoughts going wild with different scenarios that could play out, as if her crush she had since her teen years hadn’t changed one bit. Grabbing one of two pillows, she screamed into it, as she kicked her feet like a silly teen girl and not the woman that started a company under the guise of helping the turtles find income. Where most of her funds feeds into other small companies that Donnie had set up—legally of course. But even then as she removed the pillow from her face, she found herself staring up at the popcorn ceiling that most apartments in New York have. ‘I need a shower.’ She thought to herself, before getting up to do so.

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[felteverywhere]

here’s a plot wishlist of things i’m thinking about lately but would prefer to plot than write opens for. i’d also prefer to plot on discord but it’s not entirely necessary since obviously i’ll be writing on this account. some of them are kind of variations of the same thing but i think it makes it clear what kind of stuff i really love lmao. if you like this i’ll im you, but even if you like a lot of them it would be amazing if you could whittle it down to 2-3 tops. reblogging and messaging people when i’m online in the morning!

hot & heavy by lucy dacus inspired — the angst of your first love, homoerotic teenage best friend angst coming back to haunt you, bitterness and nostalgia mingling in the worst way, you hate her and you still love her after all this time. optional: period piece (70s, 80s, 90s, early 00s), a dead friend dragging them back to town, one of them is still closeted. 

fear street inspired — small towns where dark, horrible things have happened and keep happening but not everyone can afford to clear out, young people taking on a legacy of evil in the name of love, the truth of the past being unearthed, the loss along the way. optional: period piece (90s), we can run with something similar to fear street in terms of why the killers exist or come up with our own thing. 

college sleuths — a body found in a classroom or maybe an old unsolved mystery, a small campus cradled by woods and hidden from the world, a desperate need to uncover what everyone else wants to cover up, a righteousness or maybe an obligation to the dead, an eventual game of cat and mouse as they creep closer to the truth. optional: literally everything i listed can be tweaked, i just love the idea of a pair of people (even reluctantly) solving a murder. 

scooby doo inspired, college cryptid/supernatural hunters  — they’re the only ones who believe and maybe that’s okay, could be a mumu/could utilise npc characters if we’d like a group. optional: more of a buffy style scooby gang who are solving problems/include creatures in it. 

dark academia, the secret history inspired  — 

zombie apocalypse romance... with a twist on top of that — what’s more romantic than finding your soulmate at the end of the world? well, i guess if she’s also an unhinged person who will murder humans too, if they cross her. finding out she killed her last s/o somehow doesn’t phase you. basically: muse a has met someone after so long alone but muse b is a little crazy and they get into shenanigans. 

thoroughbreds inspired — unsettling girls forming a strange bond in rekindling a childhood friendship, uncomfortable step fathers, murder as a tool to solve problems rather than a ghastly act, taking blame as a romantic gesture. gifset for fun inspo. 

a return to the hurt/comfort fanfic tag. i’d like to explore deeper things while also dealing with the relationship between two characters. optionally but not limited to: grief, abuse (tentatively and with discussion about parameters), child custody issues, divorce, etc. 

this post but like no really, let’s write it. 

people who believe they are impossible to love pushing away the one who is demanding that they let them in!!!! not strong enough by boygenius vibes also 

an affair happening in a position of power, in a place it absolutely shouldn’t, where everything could turn to crap if they gave in but... they really can’t help themselves. people who are slaves to their own feelings no matter how toxic they are with one another. bad people being so passionately and deeply in love that it destroys everything. oh also this. 

still would kick things over for a normal people plot. i’ll never be over it!! never!! gifset for visual. shame and regret almost overpowering love but not quite, hurting each other, miscommunication, all the things. “i'm not a religious person but i do sometimes think god made you for me.” it should be illegal for someone to say that but jeez i am obsessed with it. 

someone truly deranged and evil and bloodthirsty and the only one who can stop them, but also the only one who can understand them. the only one who knows them. the only one who loves them? ah?

figure skating partners for carling i beg on my knees. fc optional i honestly might change her regardless. 

more song inspo without long winded thoughts: reckless driving by lizzy mcalpine, taken by muna, holding back/crowded places/waiting game by banks, forever winter/tis the damn season/cowboy like me by taylor swift but also really any taylor swift song. 

[ijustwant2write]

A Secret Romantic-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader x Eloise Bridgerton (Platonic)-(Part 4/?)

(I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF, I GOT IT FROM GOOGLE AND DO NOT KNOW THE ORIGINAL CREATOR)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

MASTERLIST

Tags: @marvel-ousnesss @myficplace-blog @yelenas-lova @rockbumlowlavxnder @s-unflowxr @appledressing @xceafh @seppys-return-to-madness @ellesmythe @too-many-fandoms-and-what-abt-it @nycbaby21 @teenagedirtbag087

Summary: Benedict and (Y/N) are the talk of the Ton, and Lord Belby doesn't like it one bit. His plans seem to fall apart, but he is soon plotting something else.

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Violet Bridgerton x Reader (platonic), Eloise Bridgerton x Reader (platonic), Daphne Bridgerton x Reader (platonic), Anthony Bridgerton x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Some arguing, but mostly fluff

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(A/N: I finished Season 2 of Bridgerton a while back, but what did everyone think? It didn’t have me as gripped as the first season but I still really enjoyed it, my obsession for Benedict has come racing back! I’m also so sorry for the wait, I actually didn’t realise how long it had been since the last part!)

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“An invitation has arrived for you ma’am.” a maid announced to Violet as she entered the drawing room.

Violet thanked her as she opened the delicate paper, a smile appearing when she read it.“Lady Danbury is throwing a Summer Day at her estate!”

Eloise, who was in her usual spot with a book, rolled he eyes, knowing she would be up for another night of looking for suitors. Benedict’s attention was caught now, wondering if (Y/N) would also be there. The other Bridgerton’s were not as fussed about the event, at least there would be games to pass the time. 

“Oh how lovely. Oh, Eloise, that new dress of yours would do very well for this event, the new one Madame Delacroix made-”

“Yes.” Eloise snapped, a sarcastic smile on her face.“Thank you for still dressing me mama, even at this age.”

Violet huffed.“You seemed so vibrant at the (Y/L/N)’s art event last week, I would like to see it again.”

“We will all attend mother. It will be another chance for Benedict to meet with Lady (Y/N).” Anthony smirked.

Benedict hoped he wasn’t blushing as much as he thought he was.

“Of course dear, I didn’t forget about her.”

“You two seemed to be getting along quite well.” Collin pointed out.

“Yes, I suppose we did.” Benedict replied, finding himself getting embarrassed.

“She truly is a beautiful woman, smart and kind too.” Violet beamed.

“I was surprised she wasn’t deemed the diamond of the season.” Hyacinth said.

Benedict smiled at his sister’s words. How right she was. But it also made him glad, because it meant that not all men were flocking to her, well, not as quickly anyway. He had never been interested in a woman like this before. He always brushed off the idea of marriage until Anthony was wed, but it seemed he was going to be the first brother to marry. Benedict wanted to speak to her all the time, hold her, paint her, write poetry about her; and he had been so close to kissing her.

“How sweet of you to say.” Violet smiled at her youngest.“Now, Benedict dear,” she sat beside him,“we need to make a plan-”

“Oh mother, I do not need to plan how I will speak with Lady (Y/N).” Benedict sighed.

“I have no doubt that your conversation flows freely, it is the other suitors you need to be wary of. You said yourself how many there were when she was called upon.”

“I don’t think he needs to worry about that.” Eloise spoke up.“Lady (Y/N) has a mind of her own, she will be having this same conversation with her parents.”

“Well, let us hope you are right, Eloise. I personally would not let this woman get away if I were you Benedict.”

(Y/N) felt tense at her family breakfast, hating how the seating arrangement had been made. She had not realised that Lord Belby would be staying with them for the week, his excuse was that it was in the final stages of being refurbished, and he wanted to see his home for the first time in all its glory. So when (Y/N) saw Lord Belby seated across from her at breakfast, she found it hard to keep herself composed.

She tried to hide behind the latest issue of Lady Whistledown, only to be more disappointed when she saw she had wasted her ink on Lord Belby.

'And dear reader, we have a new face amongst us in the Ton. The creative Lord Belby introduced himself at the (Y/L/N)'s Art Exhibition, and it seemed he has caught the attention of many young ladies already. He has already achieved what many gentlemen this season have failed to do; gain a woman's undivided attention.'

(Y/N) slipped the paper under herself on the chair, she didn't want to give Belby a chance to read it, it would only boost his already enormous ego.

Her parents did not know of his rudeness at their event, she thought it would disappoint them to see her disrespecting their guest. And Benedict was not here to save her today, she hadn’t stopped thinking about him since.

“Lady Danbury has issued out invitations, she is holding a Summer Day.” Lady (Y/L/N) told the table.

“What a marvelous way to head into the summer season.” Lord Belby said, and (Y/N) wanted to roll her eyes.

“Well, I should hope a certain Lord Bridgerton will be in attendance.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile widely at her mother who was also excited. 

“Now darling, we mustn’t get too ahead of ourselves.” Lord (Y/L/N) said.“He is only one of the many possibilities on the table.”

“I don’t see this as a bad thing. They get along very well.”

“They have met twice.”

“And they will meet many more times this season. (Y/N), we shall head to the modiste this afternoon.”

“You don’t have a dress already?”

“Not for this occasion, especially when (Y/N) could be speaking with her future husband.”

Belby quietly chuckled.“Not Lord Bridgerton I hope.”

“And why not, Lord Belby?” (Y/N) finally spoke.

“Well, after that scandal with his younger sister and the Duke last season-”

“Oh, forgive me for speaking out, Lord Belby,” (Y/N)’s mother giggled,“but no one cares about that anymore. And they are a very happy family. Besides, that will all be forgotten about once (Y/N) and Lord Benedict Bridgerton are the newest couple.”

Lord Belby only humoured his hosts, not wanting to be rude. He thought it would be easy to persuade the mother that he was a perfect match for their daughter, the father took no convincing (not when Belby flaunted his wealth), though know he had a challenge on his hands. Maybe if he had gone to the ball prior to his art exhibition, he might have nabbed one of the prettiest girls in the Ton before this Brigderton boy. There was still time.

Madame Delacroix had a satisfied smile on her face as the (Y/L/N)'s walked in. The mother was obsessed with dressing her daughter in the finest and most up to date dresses, meaning more money for the seamstress. (Y/N) did love looking elegant too, and seeing as she had Benedict to impress, she was more invested in the fabrics than usual. Just as Madame Delacroix started sizing up the young woman for another dress, the bell above the door rang again, turning the ladies' heads.

"Ah, Lady Bridgerton, I shall be just a moment." Delacroix smiled.

"Thank you." Violet replied as she approached."Lady (Y/L/N), Lady (Y/N), this is a lovely surprise."

Eloise could have rolled her eyes. Violet had forced Eloise to go shopping with her, before she and the couch became fused, she was always sat there with a book. They had no reason to come into the modiste, but Violet saw an opportunity to know her potential in-laws better.

"My, (Y/N), that colour looks radiant on you." Violet complimented.

(Y/N) grinned, hiding her slight nerves."Thank you. Eloise, are you here for a new dress?"

"No, I have far too many at home as it is." she said without thinking, knowing her mother had just sent her a look.

(Y/N) hid her laughter, but smiled knowingly at Eloise

"No we are just here for some accessories, aren't we?" Violet said.

"Well, seeing as Lady Danbury is having a lovely Summer Day, we thought it was a good excuse to buy another dress." (Y/N)'a mother joked.

"Yes, we are also in attendance. I do hope we run into each other again."

"I have no doubt we will all be spending time with a Bridgertin or two."

The mothers may as well have winked at each other, giddy at the thought of their children seeing one another again. Eloise just smiled at (Y/N) before she was dragged away, everyone knew her and Benedict liked each other, why were they being so secretive?

The three eldest Bridgerton boys used the sunny weather to their advantage, brushing up on their fencing skills. Benedict was supposed to be the umpire on the sides as Colin and Anthony sparred, but he couldn't concentrate.

"That was clearly a foul!" Anthony huffed."Benedict, are you not paying attention?"

Benedict shook his head, as if he were shaking off something."Sorry, I was simply daydreaming."

"Probably about the Lady (Y/N)." Colin teased.

"I know you like her brother but could you please give us your time just for fencing?"

"I actually wasn't thinking about her." Benedict slightly lied."I was wondering about Lord Belby."

Colin relaxed onto the nearby bench, much to Anthony's annoyance."Oh, I didn't know you had called on him as well."

"Very funny. What do you two know about him?"

"Well," Anthony knew that the activity had stopped now,"he's not a very good gentleman, and that's putting it lightly."

"How do you mean?"

"He is good with the ladies, but that only means he talks to and uses a lot of them. And I mean proper ladies, not ladies of the night."

"A dishonourable man living in the (Y/L/N)'s home, and they don't even know it."

"No, I'm sure Lord (Y/L/N) knows nothing about that side of him. His daughter certainly wouldn't be around Belby, that's for sure."

"You are worried he will try to woo her, aren't you?" Colin asked.

"I mean, yes, a little, but I know she doesn't like him."

"Then you have nothing to be worried about."

"It just doesn't seem right."

"Well, lucky for you, she seems to dote on you for some reason. We all know you two will be attached by the arm at Lady Danbury's next event."

The Ton was buzzing as everyone invited to the Summer Day made their way to Lady Danbury's estate. Would Lady Whistledown write about today? Or more specifically, would she write more about the new Lord Belby or the next potential engagement?

(Y/N) found it hard to keep her breathing steady as they walked out to the garden. Thee were lots of people looking at her, strangers who she had never spoken to were suddenly making small talk. Her parents were taking it all in, enjoying the attention, their daughter was the talk of the ton. Belby had also tagged along (well, technically he was invited), meaning (Y/N) clung to her mother's arm. She didn't want to give Belby a chance to grab her. It seemed her mother didn't mind either, she actually didn't want Belby near her daughter, she didn't want people getting the wrong impression that Belby now had her.

"Lady Danbury," Lady (Y/L/N) greeted as the family saw their hostess,"an exquisite day by your hand as usual."

"I appreciate the high praises from you just arriving. But I must say, I was happy with the quick response from my invitation."

"Of course, we love any event you host."

(Y/N) wished her mother wasn't so pleasing. She sounded desperate for validation.

"You are always welcome in my home. And how could I miss seeing the most talked about suitors of the ton? Imagine, my event was the day you two finally announced something special."

(Y/N)'s father nervously chuckled, ending up spluttering everywhere. The group watched him as he recovered himself.

"Lady Danbury, you are bold with your words."

She had a smirk on her face."I am excited is all."

"The pair have only spoken a couple of times-"

"If I recall correctly, wasn't there a similar couple in our midst, professing their love for each other and marrying quite swiftly? And everyone thought them to be the sweetest pairing of the year."

(Y/N) smiled at Lady Danbury, who winked back. (Y/N)'s parents had fallen in love quickly, as Lady Danbury said, everyone knew it was a solid and secure marriage that would be filled with happiness. However, the word' love' threw her for a second. She no doubt had feelings for Benedict, and she knew he felt the same, but that word had very strong meanings behind it; it wasn't a word you tossed around lightly.

"I do think Miss (Y/L/N) should like to take a walk with me. Shall we dear?" Lady Danbury was already turning away.

Before her parents (or Belby) could protest, (Y/N) scurried to the woman's side, a giddy feeling in her stomach. This woman was her saving grace.

"I felt suffocated under all that pressure, did you?" she started.

"My parents just want to make sure that they are doing their best for me."

"You are safe with me girl, you can speak your mind with no consequence."

(Y/N) was hesitant. Was this a trick? Did her parents put Lady Danbury up to this? But she so wanted to express her true feelings.

"I love my parents dearly, with all my heart, but they seem conflicted with each other on the matter of my courting."

"They are arguing?"

"No, not arguing. My father seems more hesitant than mother."

"Men always are. And your father's job is to protect you. I would not fret. You have found a good man and a doting family to marry into."

There was another big word-marriage.

"I know the Bridgerton's well. You could not have chosen better."

"That is reasurring to hear."

"When you're young, you think your parents know everything, that they are avke to make all your decisions for you. But that's not the case when it comes to love. You have to be sure that you want to be with this person for the rest of your life. And that can only be decided by you. Do not let others influence you."

(Y/N) sighed."It's a big decision."

"You are having second thoughts about your suitor?"

"No!" she had exclaimed all too quickly."No, I don't. Which I why I'm confused. I don't know why I am so nervous if I'm sure that I like him and that he feels the same about me. Surely I should be calm and collected, I have nothing to worry about."

"You don't. But unlike a lot of people here, you are not just marrying for money. You are lucky that your parents wanted you to be happy. You're nervous because you have taken a liking to the Bridgerton boy, you don't want anything to ruin what you have. There's a lot to think about, and it doesn't help that you have all eyes on you. Especially Lady Whistledown."

"No, it hasn't. That's the only thing I wish we didn't have, everyone asking us questions about our courtship. Or pretending to he our friends just to get the gossip."

Lady Danbury and (Y/N) had walked to a more secluded area, they were still in sight of everyone, but the guests were situated around the refreshments, cakes, games, music and their own circles of friends.

"You have a good head on your neck girl, you are not blind to the way our society works. Do not doubt yourself or what you want. Don't let other influence your decisions when it comes to love."

(Y/N) nodded.

"By any chance, do you know much your guest, Lord Belby?"

"Besides the fact that he is egotistical and thinks himself better than others?" She gasped, realising how rude she sounded."I have spoken out of line, I apologise Lady Danbury-"

"Just as I suspected. And I am glad you voiced your opinion truthfully. I don't trust him. But it seems your father does."

Lady Danbury looked back to the Lord in question, seeing that he was already watching. It clicked for her that Belby was here for more than a bit of representation. Another figure caught her eye in the distance, a familiar family entering her garden.

"Well, it seems we must end our talk, Miss (Y/L/N)."

The young girl followed her gaze. Oh goodness, would her heart ever steady?

"Come, let me escort you to him."

(Y/N) was glad she hadn't sipped on any lemonade yet, she would have hiccups from the nerves. Lady Danbury seemed to be making haste, walking far too fast for (Y/N)'s liking.

Violet spotted her friend and future daughter-in-law straight away. Dragging Benedict forward, they met the pair, the rest of the Bridgertons catching up to their mother.

"Lady Danbury." Violet grinned.

"Ah, the Bridgertons are here, the party can really start now."

"(Y/N), don't you look beautiful. Benedict, doesn't she look lovely?"

All eyes darted to him. He was stuttering over his words, flustered that everyone was being so awkward about this."Yes, yes she does."

(Y/N) kept her smile, hiding her disappointnent in his words.

"I believe Lord and Lady (Y/L/N) want to speak with you. Shall I take you to them?"

"Why yes, of course."

The two ladies were laughing as they walked away, no doubt diving into a thorough conversation about the match. (Y/N) was nervous with the rest of the Bridgertons family standing before her, including some she had not yet met.

"Oh, (Y/N), you have yet to meet the rest of my family. This is Daphne, the eldest of my sisters, and the two youngest, Gregory and Hyacinth."

"Lovely to meet you all."

(Y/N) hadn't met the youngest before but she had spoken to Daphne briefly in her season. It was silly, but at a cafe, (Y/N) had ordered a cake as she usually did (she had an undeniable sweet tooth), only to offer it to Daphne when she saw how upset she was at the other table.

"Have we met before?" Daphne asked, trying to place (Y/N)'s face.

"Oh, yes, we have actually." (Y/N) was glad she was the one to bring it up."I gave you the last chocolate cake at that cafe, you looked like you were having a bad day, and after the waitress told you that there was no more cake left, I had to give it to you."

How could Benedict not melt at that? She truly had a heart of gold.

"Yes of course! You didn't look like you wanted to give it away."

"No, I must say, when it comes to sweet things, I am not one to share."

"Oh how peculiar that we meet again in these circumstances."

"We are going to play bowling brother." Hyacnith announced to Anthony before her and Gregory ran off.

"Shall we take a walk?" Benedict held his arm out to (Y/N).

"Why don't we all join you?" Anthony suggested.

"Brother-"

"It is a lovely garden to walk around, is it not sisters? Daphne could help me look for Eloise's potential suitors. "

Eloise's eyes shot wide open, suddenly looking for an escape. Daphne knew Anthony was only doing this because he wanted to know more about (Y/N), though she also knew that the couple wanted more time together. When Daphne tried to deter her brother's plan, he just linked his arm with hers and Eloise's, before walking away. Benedict sighed as they followed, their arms linked too.

"I am sorry about him. My brother doesn't understand how rude he can be sometimes."

"I understand. He just wants to know who I am. If I had any brothers I'm sure they would be the same."

Benedict looked down at her, and she met his eyes, blushing under his stare."You look exquisite today. I am sorry I did not tell you earlier, I was-"

"Bashful?"

"Yes, I guess I was. You are glowing."

Lady Danbury didn't hide her feelings as Lord Belby voice his opinions on (Y/N)'s courtship.

"Even Lord (Y/L/N) has said that it is far too soon to be making any decisions."

Lord (Y/L/N) found himself stuck for words once again."I-I didn't quite say it like that."

"I can count on one hand how many times they have met."

"Lord Belby, you seem to be very involved with Miss (Y/N)'s love life. I did not realise you were family." Lady Danbury said.

"I am not."

Violet did not like how forward he was."I think (Y/N) and my son are quite well matched."

"So do I." Lady (Y/L/N) added, giving Violet a small nod. They were definitely on the same page.

"I didn't say that. But (Y/N) should keep her options open whilst deciding."

"For who? For you?" Lady Danbury could play this game.

"Why not? I am an eligible gentleman aren't I?"

"A gentleman indeed."

"I think the ladies are in need of some refreshments, shall we Belby?" Lord (Y/L/N) ushered him away."You're going to mess this up if you keep speaking out of term."

"I'm messing this up? You're the one who promised me your daughter's hand!"

"Well, that was before she fell for this Bridgerton."

"So stop it. You're her father."

"I don't want to!"

"What about our deal? The entrepreneurs I was going to bring to you?"

"I don't need your help Lord Belby. I just thought I could kill two birds with one stone; marry my daughter and get some money. But after seeing her with the Bridgerton boy, I can't break her heart like that. And I have enough money, I don't need yours or anyone else's. Our deal is over."

Lord (Y/L/N) swiftly left, hoping Belby wouldn't come after him. He didn't, but he was angry. Why weren't things going his way like they usually did? What happened to his charm? Why did (Y/N) want Benedict when Belby could be so much more interesting for her? It was nonsense.

However, Belby didn't like losing. He refused to lose. So as he tried to call himself down, a devious plan formed in his head once he spotted Eloise Bridgerton, all alone, seeming to be sneaking away from the party. A wicked smirk twisted onto his face as he went after her. A young woman like that shouldn't be alone, anyone could come along and do something to her.

[katsubie]

RANDOM HCS

Tag(s): @peppermint2d @krisquote @unfortu-nate-ly

I hit 500 followers recently, and I'm honestly so fucking grateful!! The fact that I've been able to reach and make half a thousand people happy with my writing makes me wanna cry 🥺 I love you all!!

I also couldn't think of anything for my boy Russel 😔✊🏼 I'm sorry fellow Russ lovers, I need to delve more into his lore

↳ CHARACTER(S): 2-D, Murdoc Niccals, Noodle (Gorillaz)

↳ WARNING(S):Mentions of AFAB Reader, Mentions of Cigarettes, Cheating, Slight NSFW, A Bit of Angst (mostly on 2-D's)

↳ TYPE: Headcanons

2-D

- 2-D once shoved a cigarette up his nose in an attempt to do a ‘reverse smoke’. It.. it didn't go well.

- You ended up having to find a way to forcibly make him sneeze so he could get the ashes out of his nostrils, his snot was spotty for weeks.

- This, surprisingly, was the event that made him stray from cigs for a few months.

--

- He really likes it when you play with his hair, most and if any contact on his head would be physical abuse coming from Murdoc, and the gentle movements of your fingers rubbing his scalp are enough to make him forget any of that.

- His hair is pretty long too, and he allows you to experiment with it as long as you'd like. Anything to just lay his head on your chest and feel your delicate hands massage his head.

--

- “Whaddya mean my normal voice isn't the same as my singin' voice? They sound the same to me!”

- Acts like he can't tell the difference between his speaking and singing voice. He can. Don't fucking believe him. He's spent years with Murdoc Faust Niccals, he knows how to be a snarky little shit.

- It's the perfect way to annoy you. You ask him to sing for you, and suddenly you're met with the most horrendous version of Souk Eye that you've ever had the displeasure to hear.

- “What? Yew asked me ta' sing didn't yew?”

- Bastard.

--

- 2-D may not be the most confident, but he knows he’s a handsome guy, and honestly? He likes it when you get jealous over him. Gives him a sense of acknowledgement, and also your cute angry little pout makes him melt.

- “Aw luv, is someone a lil' jealous?”

- No, 2-D, no one's jealous over the lady stripper fawning over you, fuck right off.

- Seriously though, he loves you- poor guy still hasn't recovered from the Paula Cracker Incident, and he treats you like gold. 'D knows what it feels like to be cheated on and..it's not good.

--

- Hates it when you call him by his real name, hates it. He won't stop you from saying it, he realizes it's kind of weird to call your significant other by their stage name, but he's gotten so used to 2-D that hearing the words “Stuart Pot” makes him cringe.

- It reminds him of his days before Gorillaz, when he didn't have to worry about his position in bed because of how much blood will flow to his eyes, or when he didn't have to wake up shaking and looking out his window to make sure the god damned whale wasn't out there.

- There are only a few special occasions where he'll happily respond to you saying his real name, and most of those are in bed when he's bent between your legs. (;

MURDOC NICCALS

- You're the only one he allows to touch El Diablo, after the deal with good ol' Satan, he's pretty paranoid about it.

- He's almost broken 2-D's wrist because of it, so consider yourself pretty lucky that he loves you. It's the reason why both of your hands are intact.

- “No, luv that's not- you don't hold it like that- okay give it- give it to me.”

--

- Now, Murdoc trusts you, and he truly loves you, but if you ever, ever tell anyone that every Saturday the two of you have a movie night with Hot Cocoa and snuggles, he will fucking obliterate you.

- His favorite movie is Bride Wars

- He's not seen as a touchy guy, and Satan forbid that anyone in the band finds that out. He kidnapped people for fuck's sake, his reputation would be ruined if people found out he likes sprinkles in his whipped cream!

--

- Much like 2-D, you can't tell me that Murdoc doesn't like making you jealous. He likes aggressiveness in his partners, and the way you forcefully pull him away whenever he flirts with someone makes him want to pound you into the mattress.

- He thinks it's all fun and games, you should know he'd never leave you! At the end of the night, you're the one he's making scream.

- “Oh c'mon dearest! You can't seriously think I'd ever leave you for that.”

- Doesn't understand how insecurity works, but give him a break. Anytime you call him out on it he just blames fucking Sebastian. Or Jacob. At this point he can't even remember.

--

- Although he may try to act like he's only in it for the fame, Mudz truly does love the band. Once you finally got to meet them he tried his best to stray you away from them, but after a while he got used to you and their shenanigans.

- Watching you build relationships with each of them honestly makes his non-existent heart swell, you somehow have enough charisma and charm to match their extremely different characters, and anytime he sees it he falls in love just a bit more.

- He doesn't like how you and Noodle have “Men Ain't Shit” nights though, it pisses him off.

NOODLE

- Noodle absolutely despises the DARE music video, so fucking much. She's embarrassed by any content from her teen years, and she finds the dancing in that video horrendous.

- Not only that, since she provided the vocals in that song -plus some backups from 2-D- she feels absolutely petrified anytime she hears her own voice.

- The fact that the video has 206 million views kills her.

- “Y/N, don't you even try.” “.....” “Y/N.” “....You've got, to press it on you-” “くそったれ!”

--

- If you can play any instruments, please play them for her. It seems pretty stupid considering she can play a bunch of instruments, but hearing your own talent applied gives her butterflies.

- She makes you play for hours.

- When she was a kid she'd quite literally force 2-D to play her favorite songs on the keyboard until his hands hurt, you think she's gonna let you up because you're tired? Hah!

- No.

--

- Noodz has organized a weekly Spa Day between the two of you, Russel, and 2-D. Don't ask why Murdoc isn't invited, just don't.. don't ask.

- She has access to some really good Japanese self care products, plus those really stupid and unnecessary products that only exist for shits and giggles.

- “Noodle- the avocado face mask isn't edible-” “But it's made of Avocado!” “Noodle, no-”

--

- Boobs. Boobies. Tibbies. Big ol' tits.

- You cannot tell me that this girl does not love tiddies. After a long day in the studio, she just dives head first into those soft pillows.

- Spending so long with three men kind of..does things to a woman. Years of watching Mudz or 2-D bring big chested ladies into their rooms sparked something inside tiny Noodle.

- And if you just happen to have big boobies? Man, just brace yourself for some old fashioned loving. And lingerie. So much lingerie.

[legends-of-apex]

Hey! It's almost Valentines Day and I'm feeling particularly romantic! Could you do a head canon list of what an ideal romantic date would be like for Warrior characters? Either with their current SO or a hypothetical relationship in general.

I also think answering some typical "couples questions" would be fun. Like "who gets jealous more easily?"

Only if this isn't too much trouble :)

What Dating the ‘Warrior’ Characters is like Part 1

Rating: T (no warnings)

Tagging: @icy-spicy @noobsaibots

Hey, thanks so much for your ask! I honestly wasn’t sure how to approach them going on a date so these are headcanons about what they’re like dating in general :) I hope that’s okay! If I get some ideas for their ideal dates then I’ll be sure to post those too! These can be applied to a canon s/o, gender neutral reader insert etc. These are just my opinion so please feel free to agree or disagree! Also I’ll do some other characters in a part 2 including Li Yong and some others :)

I also highly suggest checking out @simpingforclaudette ‘s headcanons on this topic cause they’re super cute and you can find them here

Ah Sahm

A cheeky and flirty little shit by nature but it’s very easy to make him blush with a few choice words if he’s caught off guard. He also loves making his s/o a little flustered in return with kisses to their knuckles, by running his mouth or simply by letting his eyes rake over them a certain way

So incredibly gentle with his s/o even when he knows he doesn’t have to be. Gentle touches, kisses and words are a must from him, especially gentle kisses. Loving is the one part of his life in which he doesn’t really feel the need to put on a brave face. His s/o will get to see the kindest, softest and most giving side of him

Loves a lot of physical affection/reassurance. Loves to have his hands and fingers played with or kissed, especially when they’re maybe not in the best of shape. His s/o tending to him in general for even the mildest injury or bruise makes his heart feel like it might burst with pure affection. He’ll also take any opportunity to be alone with his s/o for that exact reason. He just craves intimacy and closeness

Once he realises his s/o truly and genuinely cares about him for him and not for what he can do then he’s head over heels. Being wanted, truly wanted and cared for isn’t something he takes lightly

All the pet names. Sweetheart is his favourite to use but he’s been known to occasionally throw around the occasional baby, princess/prince, honey and baby girl/boy

Ah Toy

She’s very into providing things for her s/o. Gifts, affection, anything they need really. If she sees something that her s/o might like then she gets it without question. She would sooner pamper them than herself and constantly puts their needs above hers

Doesn’t get jealous at all, it’s just not really in her nature. She’s happy in the relationship when her s/o is, she doesn’t really mind what form that takes. Once she has feelings for someone she’ll very quickly let them know, what they do with that information is up to them

However, she is fiercely protective of her s/o as she’s very much scared of losing them like she’s lost so many other things in her life. She’s also more than a little hesitant to get attached or fall in love with someone at first because of this. But once she trusts she trusts deeply and fully

She might not admit it at first but she absolutely loves being held and taken care of every once in awhile. If her s/o do something nice for her she just melts because she’s not used to being cared for. Gifting her something she’s been talking about is one of the easiest ways to make her smile brightly and give her s/o an excited kiss on the cheek

She doesn’t use too many terms of endearment for her s/o but when she does then it’s usually gorgeous, angel or dear. If her s/o calls her by a term of endearment then she’d probably blush, and it’s hard to make her blush otherwise. It just makes her feel so cherished

Bolo

He’s got an arm around his s/o at any given opportunity. He just likes being able to have them close and let them feel him there. It grounds him in addition to letting his s/o know that he’s there for them. He’ll also kiss their temple or forehead a lot too

Is protective even more so than Ah Toy. He’s lost and has been through a lot in his lifetime so he wants to shield his s/o from any of that. That overprotectiveness doesn’t come from a place of mistrust or anything like that, he just wants to keep them safe as best as he can. But one stern telling off from his s/o is more than enough to dampen that down

He loves with his heart and not at all with his head and when he falls, he falls hard. Will smile randomly or get in a bit of a haze when thinking about his s/o and gets an elbow in the ribs for daydreaming about them instead of paying attention to whatever Young Jun is saying

He loves making his s/o blush. It’s one of his favourite pastimes and he has it down to a fine art to the point where he can elicit a blush from his s/o from the minute they wake up in the morning or at any of the most random points throughout the day

Princess/Prince is his go-to. He uses it both affectionately and when he’s being cheeky. He’ll use baby girl/boy in a similar way but not as often because he knows how flustered it gets them so he’ll save that for special occasions. Any term of endearment you can think of he’s probably used for his s/o at some stage including but not limited to sweetness, babe and many others

Young Jun

Immediately mellows out upon having an s/o. He takes someone wanting a relationship with him very seriously as he’s never really had anything other than a fling before

He absolutely showers his s/o in love and affection as often as they let him. Isn’t shy about displaying affection in public at all as he’s just thankful that he can

A very attentive lover and he’s happy to be essentially whatever his s/o needs him to be for them. Likes listening to his s/o ramble about their day and will sit there listening with nothing but affection in his eyes as he does

He falls hard and so very quickly. He’ll probably feel pure infatuation at first and try to whoo the person he’s attracted however he’ll soon calm down and start treating them as more than someone he’s physically attracted to. It just might take him awhile to come to terms with the fact that he’s feeling something other than lust

Loves using nicknames. Sugar, gorgeous, doll and beautiful/handsome are his favourites. Especially gorgeous. Gorgeous is his favourite to use for them because that’s exactly what they are to him and he wants them to know that. He also manages to say it in a way that never comes off as condescending, only sincere

[koushirouizumi]

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Digimon Adventure{s} (+Adv; OWG / 02 / tri. / Kizuna) ~ A.M.V. Preview - KIMIpedia [YouPedia] by: Junky (sung by: Kagamine Len & Rin) featuring DUO/O.T.P: - KouTai (Koushiro x Taichi)

Digimon Series © Toei Animation

Disclaimer: I do not own DigiAdvs. This is FAN-MADE.

- There is a single opening clip of Taichi from the Adv 2020 OP. - There are a few major “Kokuhaku” (Tri Part 3) mid-part spoilers. (All are Taishiro-focused scenes) As well as a few smaller ones of (scenes with) them + Chosen from “Soushitsu” (Tri Part 4) and “Kyousei” (Tri Part 5), no final Tri part spoilers.

{Lyrics Preview}

“I UNDERSTAND {YOU}, {more} or less...”

YOU and ME, we MAKE A Pretty GOOD

“Pairing”

AND THAT’S WHY, even though You’re ALWAYS BY MY SIDE

I’m ALWAYS ADDING

“INFO”

TO MY

“YOUPEDIA”!

Notes:

This A.M.V. is currently semi- (mostly) / FINISHED. As of now, the preliminary version up until ending is completed. Hopefully you find some enjoyment so far though! - The intro and Koushiro’s section took about 1 hour 15 min alone. - Taichi’s section took another 25~30 min or so (I’m rounding Taichi’s out to about 25.) - The 2nd to last finishing touch took another 45 min of editing for an about 17 second section. - This last one took almost 1 hour more. - And finally, the final stretch was 2 hours 35 min; (Add that all together, and it’s about) almost 6~ hours in total. (this time, it crashed multiple times in-between! I managed to save it!!) As a result of crashings occuring, I tend to use longer clips towards the middle and end. However, this time I somehow managed to fit in a bit more than usual! This one may not be 100 percent polished ‘soon’, but I’m aiming to work on it more by Oct. [If I can’t finish it by then, it’ll be put on the list of things to finish ‘sometime’]

{Lyrics Preview} (Longer):

The {SPELL} broke, and {I found YOU}  All THIS, even though {You’re} truly KIND inside

All this time, I’ve been {BLUFFING} About my {HONEST} FEELINGS,

You’re truly a,

<CUTE Person> INSIDE,

(I’M NOT) (“CUTE”) (AT ALL)

“Truth!” “LIES”  “Truth!” “LIES” “Truth!” “LIES”  “Truth!” “LIES” “TRUTH...!” “YOU...”

“LIKE” “Dislike” “LIKE” “Dislike” “{LOVE}--”

“Idiot!!”

“I UNDERSTAND {YOU}, {more} or less What with all those mean {KIND} things you say,”

As you overtake the {ENNUI} Of my {DAILY LIFE}, With that MISCHIEVOUS SMILE,

“SO, what should {we} do, Mr. Nothing-FAZES-Me?”

“HEY, you’re so QUICK TO tease, you SPOILED brat”

YOU and ME, we MAKE A Pretty GOOD

“ Pairing ”

AND THAT’S WHY, even though You’re ALWAYS BY MY SIDE

I’m ALWAYS ADDING

“INFO”

TO MY

“YOUPEDIA”!

{Full lyrics to follow!}

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{Full Lyrics}

[Koushiro]: 1. I need to be doted on 2. I won’t be happy without tasty food 3. LISTEN to me, even if I’m being selfish 4. Have eyes only for me

* And yet you’re so blunt and short with me again, + Even though deep inside, I want to keep you close

<But won’t it be dull if you keep acting like THAT?>

[Taichi]: 1. Sometimes I just wanna be alone 2. Don’t expect me to be all touchy-feely 3. All this “anniversary” stuff (Taichi: “It’s {your parents’} anniversary??”) is a bother too 4. Don’t talk to me when there are people around

* And yet you make that scowl + Acting so evasive, trying to bluff your way through <You’ll just get tired if you KEEP THAT Up>

When I’m with {YOU}:

We sing

We DANCE

We laugh

We c r y

We have fights;

And I feel like the feelings I share with you are (Going numb…)

I’d get SWAMPED in ALL THE THINGS

I DON’T {KNOW}

– but was there a TWINKLE of beauty (somewhere) (beneath) IT ALL?…

“I UNDERSTAND {YOU}, {more} or less What with all those mean things you say,”

“Hey, you’re being so boring, pay attention!”

“COME ON, you’re so QUICK to say SELFISH(?) Things-”

Putting your heart and MINE {Together}, This {“pairing”} is [falling through?], even though

You’re ALWAYS {By my SIDE…}

The {SPELL} broke, and {I found YOU} All THIS, even though {You’re} truly KIND inside

All this time, I’ve been {BLUFFING} About my {HONEST} FEELINGS,

You’re truly a,

<CUTE Person> INSIDE,

(I’M NOT) (“CUTE”) (AT ALL)

“Truth!” “LIES”  “Truth!” “LIES” “Truth!” “LIES”  “Truth!” “LIES” “TRUTH...!” “YOU...”

“LIKE” “Dislike” “LIKE” “Dislike” “{LOVE}--”

“Idiot!!”

“I UNDERSTAND {YOU}, {more} or less What with all those mean {KIND} things you say,”

As you overtake the {ENNUI} Of my {DAILY LIFE}, With that MISCHIEVOUS SMILE,

“SO, what should {we} do, Mr. Nothing-FAZES-Me?”

“HEY, you’re so QUICK TO tease, you SPOILED brat”

YOU and ME, we MAKE A Pretty Good

“ Pairing ”

AND THAT’S WHY, even though You’re ALWAYS BY MY SIDE

I’m ALWAYS ADDING “INFO”

TO MY “YOUPEDIA”!

[jesslockwood]

SOUR | T. Holland

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Warnings: angsty af, swearing

Summary: y/n and tom broke up, and when tom comes around with his new girl 2 weeks later, y/n is sour. 

A/n: I was hesitant to post this due to everything going on with tom lmao but yk, fuck it lol. anyways lmk if you want a part two cause I this was pretty short and I have ideas! also I didn’t edit this much lol so sorry for the mistakes!

His brown guilty eyes were enough to know that he moved on, in two weeks to be exact, after you broke it off. He was spotted recently with a girl he said he was just friends with, what a damn lie. 

You try to not let the tears out as you see them making their way on the red carpet of the movie premiere. He looked you straight in the fucking eyes, yet couldn’t even give you a heads up he was bringing a date tonight. You worked together for six months yet he didn’t have the decency.  

He betrayed you. He didn’t cheat but he betrayed you. 

You had even mentioned her by name before, yet he said you were paranoid and had nothing to worry about. What bullshit. 

She was just a new trophy for him, one that he’d put on the shelf later, or smash like it like you were broken. 

 It started out so sweet and innocent. You had met working together and had started dating under the radar, and you fell in love with him so quickly, even at his worst, but it didn’t matter. He moved on with you still in the picture and that’s what hurt the most. But he would never see or care about how much you hurt. He wasn’t sorry. 

Isn’t it funny how someone you thought could love you the way you loved them, was a damn traitor? 

He played all these twisted games with your mind, thinking that he felt the same way about you, or at least cared. 

God, you wanted to scream, she was sleeping in the bed you lied in and made with him. But she couldn’t care less, she got the prize, a shitty one at that. 

You didn’t get it, he couldn’t have fallen in love with someone that quickly, not after what you had. 

All you had done for Tom, it didn’t apparently matter to him, cause he’s dating her. He gave you his fucking word, that you were the one who meant something to him, you guessed he just used you.

She was gorgeous too, and she made you feel so small, unimportant and the paparazzi all turned to them, and barely any was paying any mind to you, the star of the movie. It sounded selfish but you put the blood sweat and tears into this movie, and all she had to do was walk with the man you put blood sweat and tears into, and she had all the attention.

He just had to bring her and was showing her off like a new trophy. God, you hated him. You hated him for hurting you like this. And yet, if he asked for you back, you would probably jump at the chance. 

He seemed so genuine and true when you had first met him. Brown doe-eyed, attentive and listening to every word you said like it was the most important thing in the world, then things got ugly. He would play all these twisted games with you, making you feel like nothing one moment, and then his everything the next. 

He even gave you his fucking word and a promise ring that he would always love you, But Isn’t it funny? He’ll never feel sorry for breaking you. 

Suddenly one of your friends, well tom’s brother, wraps his arm around your waist, whispering to you, asking if your okay, before the paps get a few snaps in of the moment. Harry starts leading you away from the commotion before you cried. No one had asked you that until today. Which kind of shell shocked you, because you weren’t and he was the first person who seemed to care.

Harry at the moment couldn’t care less about the out-of-character way his brother was acting, especially towards you. Yes, he loved his brother but hated how he was acting. He couldn’t see how he could treat someone as lovely as you like that. 

Tom didn’t even notice the way you were destroyed. He let you go, Harry couldn’t understand why because tom seemed so happy with you, until nearing the end of the relationship. 

“Thank you, Harry.” you sniffle, once reaching the inside of the building. 

“You shouldn’t be thanking me. I should be apologizing for my brother.”

You smile weakly at him. He wipes the tears from your eyes, before suggesting,

“After they have you up on stage for the thank you’s and stuff, we should just ditch this and go back to my hotel and get room service and raid my candy stash, if you’re up for it.”

“I’ll think about it,” you say with a more genuine yet sad smile.

“Let’s get in there, shall we?” he puts his arm out for you and you link yours in his. 

What you didn’t realize is that tom saw harry wiping your tears while doing an interview, and saw you link your arms together when he got inside. To say he was fuming doesn’t even cover how enraged he was. 

Once getting in, you realized you and tom would be sitting next to one another, something you truly wished you could get out of. 

“You’d better wish me luck.” You point to the seats. 

Harry got the bright idea to just take his brother’s spot. He wouldn’t care anyway, he had his new girl Zabrina. 

You and Harry had a small conversation about what both of you had been up to after he was Tom’s assistant for filming. You saw him almost every day when you and tom would hang out, harry being the third wheel. You had spent a decent chunk of time with him and definitely preferred the company over being alone, or with your ex.

“I can’t believe you dropped your SD card down the drain! Photos are your life, so you should have paid attention!” you laugh with him.

“Harry, You’re in my seat.” Tom interrupts, with a scowl on his face. 

“Can’t you just move down one? Y/n and I are talking here.”

“Tommy I can’t see from that seat!” Zabrina pouts like a child. 

“If she can’t see why do I have to sit there? I actually worked behind the scenes on this movie!” 

“Harry, don’t make me-”

“You know what! Harry and I were leaving after we thank everyone. So you two lovebirds can have the whole row!” you say venom seething from your mouth. 

“There you go, Tommy. Have a nice night you two!” Harry follows up, really sick of the attitude his brother was having.

Tom’s face turned red under the makeup he had on. He was enraged. His brother was betraying him. 

“Have a nice time, fucking around” he said, seeing red. he saw your face soften, from anger to confusion, to sadness. You didn’t think he thought so low of you.

“What the fuck tom! We aren’t-”

“It’s not worth it Harry, he’s not worth it,” you say sadly. Standing up, Turning to go towards the stage. 

That hit tom with a pang in his chest. He was just trying to get over you, to move forward. But maybe that was the problem. He just left you in the dust (peter parker is that you?) to navigate the way you felt over losing one of the best things you ever had. God, you wished you didn’t fall in love with him before he betrayed you. You wished he just would have thought it through before he ruined you. 

Your director motioned over to you and Tom to go up on the stage. 

“I’ll meet you outside, Y/n/n.” 

That was tom’s nickname for you. He came up with it and he was the only one who could call you that. You were his and he was yours. But yet he knew that long-distance was so fucking hard. He couldn’t put you or himself, so he found someone who was fine with the distance. Zabrina barely paid attention to him unless he wanted attention for herself, but he didn’t realize how he broke much more of you than the surface showed. 

“She’s really pretty, I hope she makes you happy,” you mention bitterly, hoping in a terrible way,  he’d never be as happy as he was with you. 

Before Tom, you scream out no one would make him happy as you did. Your director cut tom off.

After your director said thanks to everyone and the film started you grab your bag from your assistant, before heading to the exit, tom hurriedly tried to follow you, being caught by Zabrina, asking Tom to take a selfie with her, so she could commemorate her ‘prize’ when truly, Tom was using her as a rebound. 

“Zabrina, I need to talk to harry!” he whispers yells.

“Why? He literally is taking to your wretched ex?” she says with venom in her voice. 

Tom jogs around her, trying to get to you and Harry, While Zabrina dramatically calls after him.

He was too late, though, he saw you from the doors, you were already getting in your getaway car, with Harry. He ruined everything.

Harry and you were sitting in the limousine that was rented for you, before harry states, “He’ll be the one who crying, I promise you.”

“I always knew this is how He’d leave me. He found someone more exciting, and better than me. I was used a discarded like nothing.” you laugh through the tears.

“You’ll find someone who finds you exciting Y/n, and you’ll be their whole world.” he comforts you.

“Good for him I guess, but it’s like we never happened. Like what the fuck is that?” you ask.

“He’s acting like a damn sociopath.” harry shrugs.

You laugh at that one. 

“So what do you want to watch Y/n?”

“Would you hate me if I said legally blonde?”

“Not if we can watch fight club after.” 

“You have a deal, Sir!”

Tom however was stuck, watching you and him on screen. Reminiscing of how he fucked up. 

It was getting close to an intimate scene, probably his favorite one he’s ever done. All he could think about was someone else getting to touch you, and be with you, he wanted that but at the same time, he couldn’t deal with all the shit of being with you. The relationship was too good, so much that Tom thought sometimes he didn’t deserve someone like you. It was probably crazy of him for thinking like that, but he couldn’t bring you down with him, not when he was so fucked up. He wished he could be the one but he couldn’t so he just hoped you were okay.  

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The One Who Runs Away, The One Who Runs Back (Leon S. Kennedy x Reader)

Author’s note: This is a sequel to “A PAST WITH HER, A FUTURE WITH YOU” and the end of my three-parts fan fiction "I TRUSTED YOU WITH MY HEART" I decided to write after so many of you asked for it. Sorry it took so long but I was navigating from one fandom to another. (BTW, if there are any Devil May Cry fans up here, you can read my DMC fan fictions here) PS: Even if I said it before, I have no hate whatsoever towards Ada or Aeon.

Tagged: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Post-Break up, Sexual Content 

Part 1 / Part 2

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Do you remember? We started this story by quoting some sitcom character that was clueless about love. Well, here’s a suggestion. Why not ending it by quoting someone who knew a little more on such matter.

William Shakespeare - you know that English dude expert on tragic ‘drink this poison, stab yourself’ kind of love - apparently once said ‘Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck’. I say ‘apparently’ cause, even though I have a master in English lit, this quote is from the internet, and also … who knows what the guy truly said?

But it’s the quote that’s important. Not the author. The quote it’s important because it sums up perfectly how this story is gonna end. However, before starting, let me tell you this quote is going to be the only Shakespeare-worthy sentence in this final chapter. You’ve been warned.

Love runs away from those chasing her.          Well, this part was definitely written for someone like Ada Wong. Owner of countless gold medals and possibly a world record at this point, that woman is basically the Usain Bolt of the ‘Running from Leon S. Kennedy’ competition. Unchallenged winner since the creation of this sultry version of cat and mouse game, it’s better not to think about the number of times she successfully ran away from her favourite agent.  But this year, this formidable titleholder in a gorgeous red dress will have to face her Nemesis in the championship. You. Though the comparison to the hideous bio-organic killing machine might not be very complimentary to you but you get the idea.  This year you enter the Kennedy Olympics. And this year you run like Sonic the Hedgehog and you win the damn competition (screw you Usain Bold!). And you do this with your head high and without an ounce of regret. Ignore all the texts and flowers Leon might send on your track Mario Kart style. His gifts are not as slippery as banana peels and they can easily be dodged, I promise. Well, most of the time, when you’re not lying on your bed in the middle of the night crying and sobbing while reading his messages or playing his voice in your voicemail again and again until you’re nothing more but a giant mess with puffy red eyes drowning in a puddle of your own tears.        Screw those messages too! And screw his broken yet terribly sexy voice as well!

Being a man of word, Leon kept his promise. And for months you kept on running peacefully, marathoning away from this past relationship that had destroyed you like no other before while tranquilly fixing your broken heart on the way. That run was a good cardio.

But sometimes, cardio is not enough, and even just the small sight of an overpriced whisky bottle or the smell of Leon’s perfume on some guy’s clothes is enough to reopen your wounds.           And when it happens, you always do the same thing, you break the damn bottle - and run cause damn! it’s expensive! -  or you tell the guy his perfume smells like cheap cologne and that he should definitely change it, which is an improvement on your past destructive behaviour, since there was a time shortly after the break up when you would have simply dragged the guy to your place to let him fuck you senseless while imagining he was Leon. All that just for the illusion to feel him again and for the sake to kick him out the next morning, screaming like a hysterical psycho.

So imagine, for a small second, the wave of intense feelings surging out of your healing heart when, in the middle of a cafe, you hear some dude sitting behind you ordering Leon’s favourite whisky while wearing the same bloody perfume. “It’s got to be relentless persecution at that point!” You sigh, already annoyed, closing your book more violently than intended. Hope you’re ready, stranger! Because you’re not in the mood to deal with this right now.            You turn around with a fake smile that reflects perfectly your irritation, ready to give him hell, your sharpest riposte already burning your tongue. After all, he deserves it and you can’t help it.         But when you meet familiar – and freaking gorgeous - baby blue eyes you freeze and stare, suddenly confused and lost and refusing to believe that in spite of the intense running, love just jumped at your neck after all and it was sitting there, taking the shape of Leon S(tupid) Kennedy.

You should have stood up and left, run for your life, run for your heart. And yet, you didn’t.    You stayed there staring at him looking at you, allowing all your memories, the good ones and the bad ones, all your buried feelings to come back from the dead, embracing them as if you had missed them, which, let’s be honest, you probably had.            You tried to scream to yourself “Come on, Y/N! Shake a leg!” but it seemed that what you brain understood was something like “Cum on him! Open your legs!” as a couple of blurry hours later, you were on Leon’s bed, legs wide open, screaming his name and begging him not to stop his amazing thrusts.

Six months, you ran for six months … Well, looks like the run ends here and now. After a minute-long deep stare, an afternoon of amazing sex and two hours long of something blurry in between.

“I missed you.” And there you were! The moment all couples that broke up have after one of them (in this case Leon with the infamous ‘I missed you line’) starts to believe they miraculously rekindled their love. The fatal post-coital cuddling session that you don’t know how to react to, as you think of all the possibilities before you.      Possibility Number 1) You tell Leon you missed him too and cuddle, enjoying that embrace you secretly yearned for months. But that includes forgetting what he has done or pretending that nothing happened.     Possibility Number 2) You push him away, get dressed, leave again and act as if this afternoon never happened. But if Leon doesn’t remind you of it, the ache between your legs will, that’s for sure!   Possibility Number 3) You jump him again until you sore even more and hope that you’ll be able to leave afterwards.         Frankly, all possibilities suck because, in all cases, it seems like you lose. Since,       with Possibility Number 1) you lose the run forever, with Possibility Number 2) you lose him again and with Possibility Number 3) well it’s result 1 or 2 + your body aching like crazy for days. I suck at math but no need to be Einstein to know the result of this calculation looks unpleasant.    So what do you choose?

You see a triangular dice rolling in your head, showing a never-ending succession of 1, 2 and 3 that doesn’t make any sense and that confuse you even more than you already are. 1, 2, 3, 2, 1, 3, 2 ! Oh for fuck’s sake!

You grimace, angry and pissed at Leon and probably even more at yourself, and finally leaves his bed and his strong warm arms, feeling the tears furiously forming in your eyes. “I can’t” You can’t look at him in the eyes. You don’t want to see his confusion, don’t want to see his pain as he witnesses all his hopes shatter to pieces.         “ What do you mean?” You can hear the sheets crease behind you, alerting you of Leon’s agitation, so you hurry and pick up all your clothes scattered in his room. You must leave, now. 2! 2 it is!  “This! All This! This afternoon never happened.” You tell him, putting on your clothes with sudden clumsy and trembling hands, not caring if your bra is correctly hooked or if you put your shirt on back to front. Your heart. You have to think of your poor heart first.          “Hey, hey, hey.” You feel Leon’s hand softly grabbing your arms and you let go of whatever you were holding right now. His voice is sweet and trying to be comforting. Don’t look at him Y/N! Don’t look at him! “Look at me.” You do. Damn it! And you see his gorgeous blue eyes staring at you, studying your flustered face and the tears slowly drowning your (colour) look. You missed those eyes. You missed them so.damn.much ! As much as you missed his hands cupping your face and his thumbs wiping up your tears. God! How many tears those thumbs have missed recently. “It’s alright.”

You want to believe him. You really do. But there is this voice screaming in your head and very clearly this time. A voice shouting, forcing you to remember that night, that awful nightmarish night, the one when you felt your heart break and your dreams turn to ashes. All that because of him and his obsession for her.

“No, it’s not alright, Leon.” You shake your head and miraculously manage to take a small step back. You never thought you could. But you had to. You can’t stay close to him. You can’t let him touch you, feel you. Not if you want to run away. And you have to run away. Like her! Like Ada. Ada! “I told you. For as long as you have feelings for Ada, I can’t … we can’t…”     “Please don’t talk about her.” He begs and rubs his hand over his face. Is he trying to chase her away from his mind? Is she still in here? Please, let her not be in here.    “But she’s the reason we’re in this situation now. She’s the reason why we’re in this mess.” You insist only for the sake to see his reaction when you mention Ada, to see if she’s still under his skin, somewhere. “Ada is not the reason. I am!” Leon corrects you, a finger directed at his heavy chest as he is putting the full blame on himself for the first time since that night. “I am the one who went after Ada when I shouldn’t have! I am the reason why we broke up! I am the reason why we are so miserable!”         “But I was fine!” You shouted back in an attempt to show him he was wrong refusing to listen to that part of you who knew he was completely right. You were miserable without him. “I was doing fine until you came back and fucked everything up! I was healing goddamnit!”             You felt new tears rolling along your red cheeks and quickly wipe them off with the back of your hand that felt so callous and rough in comparison to Leon’s gentle touch. “You can’t just jump back into my life like this and expect me to forget!”

Leon nods, agreeing with you in a certain way. But the truth is, he doesn’t want you to forget. He doesn’t expect you to erase his mistake. He just wants you to forgive him … No, he just wants you to come back to him. Period. And that’s got to be what you want to. It has to!   “So why did you have sex with me, huh?” He finally asks even though he already knows your answer. “Tell me!” You’re not the kind of person who has meaningless sex, not the kind of person who worships one’s body with divine kisses and devoted caresses if they mean nothing. “Why did you have sex with me?” And yet the answer he wishes to hear doesn’t come out. “For fuck’s sake Y/N! Answer me! Why?” He shouts making you shiver and cry even more.    “Because I LOVE YOU!” You finally scream. And it hurts. It hurts but it feels good too. Like a weight lifted off your chest. “Because I missed you too! Because those months without you have been terrible! Because I don’t know how to handle even just the thought of you or the sound of your voice in my voicemail. Because each time I see something that makes me think of you, I’m a mess and I do things that normal me would never do! You fucked me up, Leon! You fucked me up but I love you! And I hate to love you!” You grunt in pain and relief, enraged but happy that you finally let everything out. And Leon listens in silence, frozen by your powerful honest confession. But he doesn’t know how to react. He doesn’t know what to say. Part of him is overjoyed, ecstatic that you still love him but there is another part that just feels terrible, sorry for the pain your love for him caused you even in his absence.   “But you see—“ You continue “That’s the problem in our relationship, Leon! I love you in ways that are so intense, that go beyond sanity. And you love me by half.”    You see him crumple, his horrified face looking suddenly very pale as if he had just heard some dreadful news. Is that really how you feel? Is that how you see his love for you? Is that what he has made you believe?         “Goodbye Leon.”

With the full intention to leave Leon’s place for good and never come back, you grab you bag on your way out of the bedroom while carelessly shoving your underwear inside of it since you forgot to put them on in the midst of panic and precipitation. Get out of here, Y/N! Now! A reasonable voice encourages you. Listen to me!    But this not what Leon wants.

“I never loved you by half.” He declares and you abruptly stop, asking God if he’s some kind of sadist that loves seeing you in pain from the comfort of his divine sofa somewhere in heaven. “Never.” But it’s not God and his sadism that makes you turn around. It’s you, and your masochist love for that blue-eyed man before you.     “I don’t believe you” Your voice almost doesn’t leave your throat as you try not to sob.           “But it’s the truth.” He says with a calm soothing voice as he slowly approaches you. “I never imagined my future with Ada. I never wished to grow old with her or build a home with her.” You want to tell Leon to stop talking, to stay where he is but your body doesn’t seem to respond. And when you feel him grabbing your hands in his and the comforting warmth that goes with that simple touch, you know that leaving is now an almost impossible task. “Yes. I admit it. My feelings for her were real.” Even when his honesty hurts you, you don’t know how to leave anymore. “But they were nothing in comparison to what I feel for you.”     You try to let go, pulling your hands away from his loving grip but he holds you back. And you’re not strong enough. Or maybe, you just don’t want to be strong. Everything is so confusing. Everything is tearing you apart.     “But they’re still here, aren’t they?” You question, hoping his answer might give you a clue, might give you the strength to make the correct decision. Do you leave? Or do you stay? “And they’ll keep coming back each she goes back into your life. You can’t let go of her.”    “You’re maybe right.” His words hurt you more than you thought they would. They hurt like hell because you realise there are not the ones you wanted to hear. You wanted to hear him say that he would let go of Ada, for good, for you. You wanted to hear that because deep down … YOU WANTED TO FUCKING STAY! “But can you let go of your past?” He continues and you shake your head refusing to hear any other word coming out of Leon’s mouth.       “Don’t!” You beg, weary.           “No! Listen to me this time. Ada is my past, Y/N. She’s my past. And you … you’re my future. You’re my life, damn it!” He doesn’t cry but you don’t need his tears to sense how emotional and how honest he is. And suddenly, you just want to listen to him. “And I was a fool not to see it sooner. When you left me, I felt a void I had never felt in my entire life. I felt like a part of me was missing. And then, the bombing in Washington happened, and it was like I had nothing left. I needed you. I wanted you. You. Not Ada.”      “Leon” You whisper and he cups your face again, blue eyes staring deep into yours, allowing you to see everything in him, his strong love for you and all the weaknesses he hated to admit. “It was you in my mind. Only you. And it will always be you. Because I love you. Now. Today. And I will always love you.”

You cry even more, uncertain if those tears are tears of sorrow, tears of joy or a mix of both. God, how can your emotions be such a mess right now? How can you be wishing to shout at him with all the anger you’ve accumulated and, at the same time, willing to kiss him with all love you’ve got?

“If you got to believe something. Believe that. And if that’s not enough and you think you can be happy with someone else. Then go. I won’t hold you back.” You frown. He is fucking lying. You’re sure of it. “You can’t stop running after me and you know it.” He smiles and scoffs, sensing that hint of sudden defiance in your tone he enjoys a lot.  “True. I can’t sop running after you. But I’ll do my best not to catch you if that’s what you want. But you got to tell me. Is that what you truly want?” You don’t reply. Truth is, you’re not sure what to say not because you’re not sure that’s what you want but because you’re not sure you can trust him if you let him in again.                        “No.” You whisper. “No, that’s not what I want. I want you. All of you.” You can see Leon struggle to contain his growing joy as it starts to glimmer brighter and brighter in his irises. He doesn’t want to cry victory just yet. He is cautious and rightfully so. “But can I?”        “Want me?” He smiles. “ Have you completely?” You correct, searching for a promise in his eyes, one you hope, you wish he would not break this time.     “Trust me with your heart again and find out.”

This better not hurt this time…

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“ i thought i lost you. ” with my fav bros Fox and Thorn? <3 (all the sentences are soooo good)

Hey Amiko <3 Hope you don't mind that I used this prompt for CommanderFoxWeek @loving-fox-hours

Title: Redemption Inside the Grave

Prompt(s): Day 2: Hope | Forgiveness, "I thought I lost you"

Warnings: None

Characters: Commander Fox and Commander Thorn

Additional Tags: Post- Scipio, Commander Fox Needs a Hug

Word Count: 1821

[On Ao3]

The amount of datawork that sits on Fox’s desk after a mission is usually a good indicator of how it went. 

Good missions start with stacks of blueprints, detailed strategies, and the files of his best troops. These missions end with minimal thanks (it’s expected, it’s what they’re made for. What need is there to show gratitude?), and most troopers on the file with their status update still green and labeled functioning. There isn't much datawork for these types of missions. 

Bad missions start hurried by time and Senators, with minimal preparation, and not enough vode (never enough vode). They end with everyone important mad. Mad at him (of course, who else? He deserves it. He deserves it all. He fucked up. He’s always fucking up). It ends with spitting insults about incompetence and hurling threats of decommissioning. But none of it hurts. At least it never hurts more than the blocks of red (deceased) on the files he has to read through and sign off on. These missions end with more vode coming back in bodybags than on their feet, and Fox can’t help but think, I did that to them.  

The worst missions? It’s the ones where he wakes up underwater, a weight heavier than an anvil over his chest, stealing every breath and pushing him deeper and deeper into the dark. Missions where he does things he doesn’t fully comprehend beyond I followed my orders, I am a good soldier. Only to look back and think, is he?  

It’s holding up his blaster with still hands and perfect calm. It’s taking deadly aim even when he sees the resignation in Rex’s eyes and feels nothing. Nothing until the body hits the floor and he can’t take his own helmet off to pay respects because what right does he have? Because his hands are finally starting to shake, the weight of his actions hitting all at once and dragging him to the bottom of the ocean floor. 

But this, 

Fox looks down at the stack of datapads on his desk. The room is dark, the desk lamp unplugged and on the ground. There are no windows. The air is stuffy and stagnant; he wonders if they are cleaning the vents again. 

The top datapad lights up when he lifts it. The halo of blue illuminates his immediate area. The helmet sitting at the corner looks purple, the visor staring back at him like a void. Every time he blinks, it burns from somewhere behind his eyes. Fox doesn’t remember the last time he truly slept. (Before the ARC trooper, before Scipio —) 

It’s a mission summary report, written hastily enough for there to be a few typos. It’s short, barely a few paragraphs long, and his eyes glide over the words without retaining anything. His focus is on the attached list of updated statuses.

It’s all red. Red Red Red Red.

He thinks these types of missions are even worse than the ones where he doesn’t have control. 

 Red Red Red.

These missions should not end like this. They go prepared, they go with their best. 

Red Red Red.

So why do they end like this?

Red Red Red —

Green. 

The stack of datapads shift slightly, and the desk trembles as a shadow settles on the edge.

“If it breaks, I’m stealing your desk.” He pinches the bridge of his nose hard, and the throbbing ebbs away into something dull. 

“Does that mean you’ll do my datawork too?” Thorn’s voice is light and teasing, but something’s off. He leans forward to pick up the helmet and the blue lights up his face. His eyes are tired, but the crinkling around the edges always betray his mirth. There’s no crinkling there right now; Thorn just looks exhausted. His hands turn the helmet around, fingers tracing over the painted wings on the temples. 

“I’ll do it for Scipio.” Fox blurts out, and the fingers pause. 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I do,” Fox doesn’t know why he does, but there’s something pressing in the back of his brain, telling him that he shouldn’t let Thorn do it, “you should get some rest. Remedy would kick your sheb if he finds out you came here instead of to medbay.” 

“Well, you don’t have to snitch.” Thorn sniffs and Fox shakes his head with a scoff. He picks up the stylus to start going over the report in detail.

A gloved hand lands on the corner of the datapad, and Fox looks up. Thorn’s eyes reflect the blue glow, flickering to read the upside-down words. 

“Hawk found me.” Thorn whispers.

Fox remembers the pilot during one of the 501st’s shore leaves. Thorn’s batchmate is slightly more serious than Thorn himself, but they share the same air of wild freedom, unable to be tied down. He remembers them taking off their helmets with matching grins, showing him their twin emblazoned wings. 

“How’d he look?”

“Horrified. Scared.” Thorn’s laugh is humorless, “I thought he was going to kill me himself if I wasn’t a—.....it wasn’t pretty, Fox.” he swallows hard, “there wasn’t much we could do.” 

“...You went with less than two platoons. None of us were expecting the level of activity you got.” 

The hand pulls back, leather creaking under the pressure of a clenched fist, “I lost them all, ori’vod.” 

“But you’re here.” Fox places his own hand over Thorn’s. Everything feels cold, “I...it’s not your fault.” 

“I think if any fingers are to be pointed, it would be towards the commanding officer during the mission, Fox. Which would be me.” 

“You weren’t supposed to be the one leading Scipio.” Fox snarls and the aftermath of his outburst echoes through the room. He takes a shuddering breath.

“I was.”

“Fox…”

The air gets stuck in his lungs, and he kneads his palms into his eyes hard enough to see sparks behind the lids. 

Scipio was supposed to be his mission. But he was—still is, a complete and utter wreck. After the incident with the ARC trooper, he hadn’t had a chance to stop. It became a blur of meetings. With the Chancellor, with Skywalker, with Rex, with his Guard. All with little variation. Everyone just wanted to know, what happened?  

And Fox didn’t have a good answer for any of them.  

He’s so tired.

And Thorn had found him in his office then, just as he did now. He had found Fox sitting at his desk with the stylus in a death grip, staring at plans and contingencies. Found him running on fumes that not even caf could fix at that point. Found Fox in his arms immediately to steady him when he stood and started careening to the side. 

I fucked up, Thorn. I fucked up so bad. 

I’ll go to Scipio. We’ll talk more when I get back, alright? Please get some rest, ori’vod. Please.

And Fox had agreed. Because he was tired.

Tired of seeing the ARC trooper’s bone-white armor out of the corner of his eye every time he started to slip. Tired of the Chancellor’s oily praise for a job well done in killing a vod for the Republic. Tired of Skywalker’s needling curiosity. Tired of Rex not blaming him. Tired of everyone telling him, it’s—

“Fox, it’s not your fault.” Thorn’s words from before the mission mesh with the words that Thorn’s repeating right now. 

“Well, who’s is it then?” Fox snaps, slamming his palms back down on the desk. His vision blurs with random patterns from the prolonged darkness, and Thorn’s image swims in front of him. He had gotten about an hour of unconsciousness before his comm beeped with urgent matters from the Chancellor. He’s been on his feet ever since. 

He should’ve just stole some stims and gone to Scipio. 

“Why aren’t you all angry?” He continues, the plastic of the datapad strains under his grip, “not you, not Stone, not Thire. Not—” He stutters, “not Rex. None of you are, and I don’t understand .” 

“Why do you want us to be, Fox?” 

He falters, heart stuck in his throat. It beats erratically and his stomach turns. 

If they’re mad, there’s something to work with. He can apologize (even if it means absolutely nothing). Amends can be made (how. You fucking bastard, how?) He can fix it. He has to fix it. 

How?

“You want us to be angry because you’re angry with yourself.” Thorn sets his helmet down, leaning forward to study Fox with dark eyes that see through his very core. 

His lips curl upwards.

“Oh, ori’vod. You want us to forgive you.” 

There are tears in Thorn’s eyes. (Or are they his own?) 

Thorn’s forehead presses against his, and Fox presses back with a sobbing exhale. 

“You already have it. We’re not the ones you’re looking for forgiveness from.” 

 A strand of long hair slips from Thorn’s ponytail and brushes against his cheek. It hits Fox with a sudden urge for how things used to be. Back when the war had only just started, and they were all shiny and thought things would get better. Back when he had enough time and energy to sit in the command lounge and braid Thorn’s hair clumsily. 

Hound’s better at this than I am, you know.

Mmm, yeah but I want my ori’vod to braid my hair.

Spoiled little kih’vod. 

“I thought I lost you.” He manages between hitched keening breaths ( when had he started to break down? Just now? Months ago? Two years ago?) 

“I’m never gone, ori’vod.” Thorn hums, reaching up to squeeze the back of his neck. It’s so cold, “Just marching—” 

Far away. 

The door to his office opens, and Fox jumps back. 

“...You alright, Fox?” Stone stands at the entrance, a datapad in his hand. 

Fox blinks, glancing down at the one in his own hands.

The list of troopers stares back, every name in red.

The Separatist Blockade was successfully broken through. Senator Padmé Amidala was safely extracted from Scipio under the command of Jedi General Anakin Skywalker and the 501st Legion. 

No other Republic survivors were extracted. Recovery efforts have been approved and engaged. 

 — CT-4991 (Hawk) 

“Fox?” 

“...What is it?” 

“The recovery mission on Scipio just returned. We’re heading to the crematorium right now.” Stone shifts on his feet, “you coming?” 

“...Yeah.” Fox reaches for the helmet on his desk, red and black without any wings. His eyes feel crusty and swollen. At this point, he has no idea if they’re even open and seeing the right things anymore. 

He’s so tired.

Fox slips the helmet on and stands. The world spins, and he bites his tongue hard enough to taste blood. He walks towards Stone. 

“You sure you’re alright? I could have Thire take the next shift. He’s—” Stone’s breath hitches, “he’s up for promotion now anyway.” 

“I’ll be fine,” Fox says as he passes his Second, stepping out into the hallway.

He’ll be fine.

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