#IS THIS HOW BEING CALLED OUT FEELS I'M GONE

[yshoons]

ᶻz﹒─ ͏͏͏͏͏͏IT'S YOU THAT I WANT

SYN ── when you try setting them up with someone else, but it's you that they want; "if not you, then who?", enha x fmr, headcannons, ot7

HEESEUNG (희승)

stunned silence, and then rejection

annoyed and flustered that you just can't seem to figure out his feelings for you

"how'd you feel if i set you up with someone?"

there's a long pause that follows as soon as you state your offer, heeseung blinking at you. however, loud rejection falls from his mouth in a matter of seconds and he frantically scrambles for a reason. any reason.

"aww c'mon heeseung!" you groan, "you never go out with anyone, and one of my friends thinks you're really cute,"

"what about you?" he asks.

"what?"

"i said," he mumbles, "what about you?"

you tilt your head at him, confusion obvious on your face. heeseung flushes red, burying his head into his arms.

"dammit, i'm asking you what you think of me,"

JAY (제이)

has to take a breather

resentment, anger, shame (towards you for being dense)

"what are you playing at yn?"

"nothing!" you exclaim, "someone i know think's you're cute, and you're single so i'm just being the messenger here,"

"that's not what i mean," jay groans, "are you really serious or are you just playing with me?"

"playing with you?" you echo, frowning, "you're confusing me jay," you're only met with a laugh from him, and you watch as he runs his hands through his hair and his jaw tightens.

without warning, he grabs your hand placing it onto his chest.

"do you feel this?" he asks, "don't play with my heart, especially when only you can make it do this,"

JAKE (제이크)

in a daze, and ends up agreeing

ends up sputtering about you the whole entire time

you burst through the door to the cafe, easily finding jake, who's left alone at a table.

"jake!" you exclaim, running towards him, "what happened? ahra suddenly called me, saying she left, and that the date was horrible, and that you were horrible, but i was like how would jake be like-"

jake grabs your arm, cutting you off.

". . .she got sick of me talking,"

"she what?" you ask.

"she got sick of me talking about you the whole time," jake mutters sheepishly. he looks up at you, his flushed cheeks and eyes wide.

"i'll apologize to her later," jake starts.

"but it's you that i want to go on a date with,"

SUNGHOON (성훈)

gets angry that you're so dense

rejects right away

"what?" sunghoon asks, a scalding looking on his face.

"hey what's your problem?" you groan, " i'm just trying to help you out man,"

"man?" he grimaces, "seriously yn?"

"what?" you ask.

"be honest, do you even see me as one?"

"as a man?" you repeat.

sunghoon huffs, stepping closer to you, his eyes intense. you can feel the heat radiating from his body and he's practically on you.

"because i know for sure i see you as a woman,"

SUNOO (선우)

sick and tired of you

this is his final straw, ends up confessing

"i said no already, why do you keep pushing?" sunoo asks, annoyance clear.

"you never do stuff like this sunoo, this is an opportunity!" you exclaim, grabbing his hands, "for me?? please? plus haewon is super nice, you'll totally get along with her"

sunoo scoffs, pulling you in closer to him.

"well i don't want any opportunities unless it's one with you, i like you, not anyone else,"

JUNGWON (정원)

confused as hell

goes quiet because he quite literally is crashing out on the inside

ends up confessing

"jungwon?" you call, "are you listening?"

"huh? sorry what'd you say again?" you sigh, eyeing the boy in front of you. he wasn't one to zone out, and ever since you mentioned the possible date he'd gone silent.

"do you not want to go?" you ask, "it's fine i'll tell her you can't. you want to focus on school anyways right? it's always better to-"

jungwon slams his drink onto the table, coughing.

"i'd much rather focus on us," he says.

"us?" you tilt your head, "what about us?"

"god," jungwon laughs, "i like you got it?"

NI-KI (니키)

"yeah no" + nasty side eye

also ends up confessing to you

"yeah absolutely not,"

"oh come on," you groan, "what is your deal? sunoo told me that you complain about this stuff,"

riki furrows his brows at this, but he quickly realizes what sunoo's trying to do.

"oh my god," riki mutters. he glances at you, your eyes wide and innocent. "you're really really really stupid,"

"seriously what is your problem dude?" you grumble.

"my problem is that you can't seem to see that what i want isn't some other girl, but you,"

© YSHOONS 2024

[ozzgin]

Dear Ozz or Ozzgin, don't know how to call you 😅, say can I ask for an advice? I don't know if I would end up "adopted by a monster" or being a client for "the rent a monster", since I think I would need a service monster, because I used to have a sturdy body but my health is deteriorating (hypothyroidism , asma, kidney calculi, allergic to the sun) but I still need to work and help my family, (as a vet, working in a farm and a construction company can't relax around people because I end up alert until everyone is gone or sleep, and always look like a zombie, too tired but still going on ~sorry if it's to long feel free to erase or ignore~

Best rewards and hope you have a happy holidays :3

It's simple: Human Adoption Agency x Rent A Monster crossover.

You finally decide to sign up for a service monster. The rental company is quick to give you a call back, telling you they found the perfect match.

So, off you go. You knock on the door, and a monstrous creature greets you enthusiastically.

"Ah! You must be my new assistant," the beast says, ushering you inside.

"No, I'm...you're my service aid," you mutter, somewhat confused. Have you stumbled upon the wrong address?

The gargantuan fiend takes a moment to consider your words. He retrieves his paperwork, putting on his reading glasses, and you pull out your own documents.

You both go over the paragraphs. Ah. It seems that you've been matched...to each other. You've been tasked to keep the monster company, and he's been employed to look after your needs. A perfect match indeed.

As the realization hits, he begins to stumble away from you, covering his reddening face with his hands.

"Will it be an issue?" you ask, awkwardly.

"No, none at all," he stutters, trying his best to regain his composure.

The exchange makes him feel like you're now an officially married couple. It doesn't help that you're throwing him those cute, human glances. Can he truly stay professional? On the other hand, he'd hate to see you leave. He sighs, then turns to face you.

"Let's do our best, shall we?"

[ledesaid]

Billy has a fever🌡️

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Well, it's official. He doesn't have much luck today. Well, he hasn't had much luck in recent years. He was barely eleven years old (ten years and seven months) and was delirious, alone, in his small corner of the world.

Billy had been proud of having avoided getting sick until this point because he already knew what would happen next: he would have to turn himself in to social services so they could take him to the hospital and then he would escape again. Complicated. Not many had luck in that last part of the plan; he had friends who, after that, couldn't escape the system again.

The problem was that he barely had enough strength to move an arm, he couldn't get up, much less go out into the streets in search of a police officer or a precinct. This left him with two options: call the League on his communicator or use his chalk to open a portal.

The cold December wind whipped against his window hard enough to drown out his thoughts. But one broke through strongly enough to make him decide.

How was he going to bring one of his colleagues to the little hole he tried to call home?

Well, is the portal.

Billy had an emergency circle that would take him to a beautiful island hidden somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Titan Gaia had entrusted him with that place if he fell ill, and now was the time. He could barely distinguish the symbols the chalk left behind, but he was sure he had written beloved caretaker of green life. What he wasn't sure about was if he had properly delimited the spatial jump.

Maybe that's why he was looking at a redheaded woman before passing out instead of a thirty-foot-tall humanoid mountain.

"Well, this isn't something you see every day... Who are you, kid?"

Billy can't respond, and the next thing he knows is that he wakes up in a warm room, fortunately without windows being battered by intense snow. Very clean, clear walls, drawings of plants on the walls, but it wasn't the hospital.

Then he notices that he was in a bed shaped like a giant bunny, no, it really looked like a giant bunny plush with a mattress in the middle of it. A little madness.

A soft, warm, and fluffy madness.

By this time, Billy notices his fever has disappeared. Yes, his head hurts slightly and he has an IV connected to his arm, but he feels strong enough to patrol for a couple of days.

"How do you feel, little fern?"

Billy: Little fern?

"We've taken care of you like a fern, and Harley wanted to nickname you that until we knew your name."

Billy: Thanks, I'm Billy.

Pamela: Good, I'm Pamela, and soon you'll meet Harley, she's my wife. She's a bit energetic, so I apologize in advance for the noise, but that's how she shows her affection.

Billy doesn't know quite what to do or say. If the portal had failed and brought him in front of this woman, it would be hard to explain how it was possible, and escaping would be a bit complicated until he could call the captain.

A wonder indeed was his situation.

Pamela: Don't think too loudly, Billy, we're not going to turn you over to social services or the police.

Billy: Really? * he said a bit confused * Why?

Pamela: We're not exactly lovers of that side of the law, but we know how to recognize a kid in trouble who needs a hand.

Billy grabbed the soft, fluffy sheets that covered him tightly. It was time.

Billy: Thank you very much, really. If you give me a couple of hours, I'll be gone and you'll never hear from me again. I promise.

The woman raised an eyebrow in disbelief, possibly, Billy wondered if he had said something wrong, but he didn't understand exactly what. Was a couple of hours too much? He could really leave in just twenty minutes.

Billy: But I can leave earlier if...

Pamela: Sorry, kid, but it's too soon for you to get out of bed. You came to me with a 103° fever, delirious...

Before Billy could ask about what he might have said, a door was heard slamming not far from the room where Billy had slept and, a few seconds later, a sing-songy and shrill voice made them look. Blonde with a high ponytail, the one and only Harley Quinn. Billy finally put the pieces together, so that's why the names and appearances seemed familiar. Don't blame him, he didn't associate Pamela with Poison Ivy, maybe because he associated the color with Martians... it was strange. He was so exposed to extraordinary and impossible things that he was indifferent to being excited by mere skin color or an ex-supervillain in front of him.

Harley: I'm glad you're okay, little lost boy.

Billy: Uh... Th-Thanks.

The black-haired boy was being hugged tightly by the blonde woman in one of the sincerest embraces Billy could ever remember.

Pamela: Let him breathe, love, Billy still has the IV...

Harley: Oh, right! Sorry... Is your name Billy? Hi, I'm Harley Quinn. Do you want a big plate of waffles with ice cream, toast, strawberries and cream, and maple syrup?

Maybe it was the residual effects of his fever, the hunger of possibly four days, or the warm hug, but Billy nodded his head in affirmation, feeling that if he opened his mouth, he wouldn't be able to avoid crying in front of this warm couple.

[crimsoncandy04]

Good day! Tomorrow or later I should say because it's already 10:41 pm, it's my birthday! Dec 29, can you please make Scaramouche is obsessed with us? Like OBSESSED OBSESSED, make this as my birthday gift please! 🥹

As you wish. (I can't say no. I'm now bound by birthday law. When the special boy or girl makes a birthday request, one simply MUST comply. This is what the ancient texts state. Otherwise the stars will declare thee an absolute asshole for at least a year.)

Happy birthday! I hope this is to your liking ;) and may you see many more yearly returns after this!

(I really tried. Usually I take a while to write because my inspiration is slow to come and quick to leave. But I really wanted to give you something. I hope this doesn't read as rushed.)

TW: Paimon abuse.

❤️💜🖤❤️💜🖤❤️💜🖤❤️💜🖤❤️💜

Recently a bunch of strange things had been happening to you and Traveler. First a bunch of your supplies had been discovered missing one morning (Traveler had blamed themselves and believed they had probably just neglected to notice some stuff falling out of their backpack while fighting), but a few hours later, both of you were swore you were being followed too (Traveler could recognize human footsteps but every time they tried to turn around and go scout the area for thieves, there was no one around), after that a few days later, you would discover that your favorite sweater had vanished from your tent, Traveler had their tent knocked over completely one night, and even woke up with their clothing sewn into the floor of it the next day.

If you didn't know any better, you'd have guessed a vengeful spirit was stalking you both. And that these cruel and disturbing pranks were its way of exacting revenge.

But that couldn't be possible right?

Thankfully the activity had ceased for a few days after the last misfortune had befallen Traveler, and both of you had hoped that you could rest easy before finally heading to explore the nation of geo for the first time ever!

It was an exciting idea. However, the night before you two were supposed to set off, something happened again and this time it was serious.

Paimon had been hurt.

It wasn't serious thankfully.

But someone had been cruel enough to think that chucking a rock at her head would be funny and after picking up a bleeding and weeping Paimon from the grass, Traveler had had enough and grabbed their sword and said they were going to catch this monster once and for all. They then left Paimon in your care as they left the campsite and headed into the trees. A look of pure unbridled hatred and silent fury in their golden eyes.

And so after that, you spent a little while sitting next to the tiny sleeping fairy inside Traveler's tent and watching over her.

You hadn't been expecting to suddenly hear footsteps outside of your own empty tent across the small clearing sometime later after nightfall.

You became eerily still.

Something didn't feel right.

It was too quiet.

Why was Traveler just hanging around outside?

You slowly got up and headed for the opening in the tent to see if your friend was okay, but just as you were about to pull back the fabric and look out, something in your very spirit made you stop dead.

Call it intuition.

Or a gut feeling.

But something in you was telling you to stay quiet and not let whoever was out there hear you.

So was this a thief?

You instinctively reached for your dagger in the pocket of your coat. You weren't the fighter here. This was true. You were the healer to Traveler's warrior but that's what kept you guys compatible on the battlefield and friends everywhere else.

However that didn't mean you didn't know how to stab someone in self defense if you needed to.

A strange soft yet sinister voice suddenly caught your attention from outside.

"Your friend has gone to play hero again. Leaving you to care for that...thing."

That voice was familiar. But where had you heard it before?

You clutched your weapon tighter.

"They're foolish. Leaving someone like you to care for the injured. Someone who... can't even manage to grasp their weapon properly."

You barely had time to scream before you realized that the voice was in the tent with you. Strong hands moving to cover your mouth and wrap around your waist as you feel someone's cool breath against your ear.

"Don't fight me. I'd hate to start off on the wrong foot by stunning you." The voice cooed in your ear. You had been trying to turn your head and kick. But your attacker sensed your intention and easily knocked you unconscious with one swift strike to your head.

You woke up later laying in a strange bedroom. The scent of incense and a strange perfume filling the air.

You try to sit up but something prevents you. You feel with your hands and discover that you are quite literally chained to the bedframe behind you. A thick metal collar and chain leash secure you in place. You can roll over but that's about it.

"Sleep well?" The same voice from earlier asks. You look around the dim candle-lit bedroom and see a barely illuminated figure standing at the foot of the bed.

"Why did you bring me here? Who even are you?" You ask cautiously. Afraid of accidentally angering your kidnapper in your defenseless state.

"You caught my interest. So I decided to keep you."

"Are you serious? You can't do that! What about my friend? He'll wonder if I'm dead!"

The figure was on you in the blink of an eye. It was then that you finally see him clearly.

A beautiful young man with thick indigo hair and eyes framed by elegant maroon colored eyeliner. He was breathtaking.

And suddenly you almost didn't care that he was sitting on your stomach and pinning your hands on either side of your head.

"Don't talk about those insignificant beings. Never again. from now on only talk about me okay?" You didn't know if this was jealousy or ego from the way he said it but you really didn't wanna push your luck. However, he seemed to misunderstand.

"I wasn't insinuating anything. Traveler is like my sibling-gah!" Suddenly the pale man's hand wrapped around your throat.

"of course it's them. That annoying pest is always ruining things for me. Listen closely starlight, because I'm only going to warn you once..." He leans down and whispers in your ear.

"I better not ever hear that name leave your mouth after today. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I need to. Don't push me." He then loosens his hold but doesn't pull away entirely.

Instead shifting in his position and laying on top of you before kissing you deeply. You moan a little as you feel him shove his tongue in your mouth and move to spread your legs so he can be between them. His hardness already catching your attention as you feel him grind against you almost roughly.

"relax. Don't be nervous. I promise I'll make this hurt in all the right ways only~" the man teased as he broke the kiss and began to leave small kisses on your chest and stomach.

Why did this feel good? This was a bad man. You didn't even know his name!

You feel him tugging your underwear aside and giving your clit a gentle lick.

It was enough to make you audibly gasp.

"look at you, making just the most disgustingly cute noises~" he gives your clit more attention. Holding your thighs apart as he sucked and licked at your precious nub even as you started shaking.

"ah~ suck harder ~ please mister!" You feel him hum against your cunt as he hears your wanton plea.

"it's Scaramouche sweetheart. Use it." He then continued to tease your pussy with his lips and tongue as you started to feel your insides flutter.

"Scaramouche~ don't stop! Fuck this is amazing...!" You try to squeeze your thighs but scara keeps them forced apart still. You're stuck as you feel him suddenly shove his tongue deep into your pussy. Tasting your soft and moist inner walls as you suddenly cry out. This sensation pushes you over the edge completely and you end up climaxing harder than you ever had in your entire life.

Scaramouche licks the side of his mouth and grins mischievously at you from between your legs. Mumbling something about how adorable you look when at his mercy.

He isn't finished though.

You watch as Scaramouche begins to remove a few layers of his clothes until he gets to his shorts. Easily tugging them down and freeing his cock afterwards. Your eyes widen.

There was definitely a reason he tried to get you excited first.

Scaramouche was huge.

It felt like a threat on your life actually.

Especially when he teased his tip at your entrance and then finally began to slide more of his enormous shaft into you.

You try to say something but he quickly covers your mouth with his hand.

"shh...you can handle it. Relax."

You wince a little as you feel your body struggling to accommodate Scara's dick. Yet once it's finally in, it doesn't feel as uncomfortable. He gives you a few seconds to adjust before pulling nearly all the way back out and then suddenly slamming into you.

It takes him kissing you again to keep you from screaming as both pleasure and pain overwhelmed every inch of your body.

Why? You were so confused right now. This shouldn't feel good yet...

"scara you're too big! Ah~" he doesn't let you finish before thrusting against your sweet spot. HARD.

He has a smug look on his face.

"I knew you could take it. Fuck. You feel better than I imagined~" he groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and began to pound deeper into your aching cunt. Making you practically mewl as you clung to him as well.

"I waited for so long, for just the right moment...and finally after making that bastard leave...I could have you ~" he grunted as he placed another messy kiss on your lips.

You felt both good and bad shivers run down your spine at his words.

It had been him?

Scaramouche had been the one tormenting you and Traveler for the past week? Why?

He seemed to read your mind.

"because you caught my attention. You... interested me. And I decided to keep you. You're not leaving. Don't ever try." He emphasized his words with an almost painful thrust against your cervix.

You moaned uncontrollably as he then did it again and again.

"This body is mine. I'll use it how I please. I'll breed this pretty cunt every day if I want~"

You feel yourself getting close again.

Why were his words turning you on so much?

Fuck you wanted him to ruin you.

He quickened his pace after a few minutes and you knew he was getting close as well.

His possessive gaze fell on your flushed face and bouncing tits and for a second you swore you saw something reminiscent of affection in his eyes. Yet it was quickly replaced by coldness again and lust.

So that was why...?

Scaramouche loved you...

Maybe that was why this was bearable to you.

Did you perhaps feel a little attracted to him as well? You looked at him through watery eyes and felt your heart race upon seeing his piercing gaze meet yours.

Yes. You did like him. At least a little.

Scaramouche finished inside you not long after this realization of yours. You ended up cumming together and after that he went to actually lay beside you for a bit. Pulling you against his chest as he played with your hair and just seemed to get lost in the feeling of you on his arm.

This wasn't so bad.

The bedroom you were locked in was rather spacious and extravagant looking. You were laying upon soft silken sheets and the perfume from earlier made you feel relaxed and comfortable where you lay.

He could have locked you in a basement.

Clearly it wasn't that bad here.

And Scaramouche wasn't bad either.

You hugged him tightly and fell asleep in his arms.

This psychotic stalker may have gone about his feelings the wrong way. But he seemed to not be a danger to you.

And so for now, you reasoned...

That you could love him too.

❤️💜🖤❤️💜🖤❤️💜🖤❤️💜🖤❤️💜

[deafeningfanlight23]

"Building Just A Place Where Suns Deserve A Home."

This oneshot is based off THIS episode, "Moon FINDS DARK SUN", and about this sentence referenced in the title that Dark Sun said!

ENJOY MY FELLOW TSAMS FANS! :D [And I'm sorry it's poorly written kinda IT'S ALMOST 4 AM FOR ME OKAY 😭🙏]

And this is btw the Sun from the other dimension who beat HIS Moon to death so don't get confused ^^'

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TRIGGER WARNINGS - ROBOT GORE (?), DEATH

„Die, Die, DIE!“

This was the only thing Sundrop had been hearing from his mouth for a long time that felt like skipping a minute backwards whenever his aching fist would ram against the metal. First, it was a shout driven by the history of violence and abuse that had pushed him towards his breaking point, had carved their markings onto his mind and body that now began to gush out with blood, but now, it turned almost into a begging of closure. A closure that wouldn’t arrive, no matter how many times he would hit, scream, kick, slam. Each time he felt how his wound, ripped-open knuckles met the harsh surface of metal whose icy cold shot throughout his body, it only fed into this insatiable desire for revenge, to see him beaten down and rotting forever as this corpse that would never be a part of his life anymore. He wanted him erased, not just his body – But the memories that were attached to his voice, appearance, gestures, even mere name. Just flickering his gaze towards his soulless, black sockets and oil-caked face made him shake in both anger and fear. It felt like he relived each moment where he was screamed at, scolded, name-called, beaten, reduced to nothing more than a sobbing individual who would do anything to please to avoid any potential anger.

His knuckles ached. His chest felt like being constricted as strained, shaky breaths escaped his clattering mouth. He could feel how the oil between his joints dripped through and spilled upon his fingertips, staining his face whenever he would take momentum and shoot his fist towards the thing he attacked. But now, it took more effort to even bring his fist to move, and the thuds caused by the impact weren’t as strong as before.

He grew tired.

Exhaustion swept over him and weighed him down.

Just like the slowly creeping feeling that he might do something so terribly wrong that he could never take back no matter how much he tried.

And now, he doesn’t know anymore.

He braced his hands against the ground as he straightened his back. He took a closer look.

His blurry vision only revealed a shadowy frame that laid underneath him. Lifelessly. Like a corpse whose chest cage was ripped open, turned into a mere pile of wires and an empty metal shell.

It was his brother.

His brother Moondrop.

And now, his brother doesn’t even live anymore.

He is dead.

He is fully gone.

But why does he still haunt him, why is he still stuck in his mind?

His fingers curled inward his palm. They pressed against the ground.

DOES NOTHING WORK?

IS EVERYTHING HE DOES USELESS?

His head sagged down. Those thoughts tormented him. It felt like someone screamed directly into his ear, the voices just there to make his life a LIVING hell growing so loud that they broke through the bounds of his internal world and entered the outside one.

WHY DIDN'T THEY TURN QUIETER ALTHOUGH HIS BROTHER WAS DEAD?

Maybe he needs to do more? Maybe more efforts?

Maybe beat him even more until his face is unrecognizable?

Sundrop choked on his sobs. His fingertips roamed the floor until they stumbled upon a barrel.

He snatched it as if his life depended on it.

Just do it.

Hit him.

Hit him until he is only a bloody pulp.

DO IT, COWARD.

And Sundrop tried. He lifted his arm, the barrel tightly held in his hand, just wanting to go through the motion to finally escape, to finally have this relief and peace he has been looking for his entire life.

But he stopped.

Because something so... warm suddenly entered the room. As if the sun's warm rays poured over him and engulfed him.

Sundrop dragged his gaze up.

He was blinded by a light from which a person split apart. A hand was stretched out in front of him. Hesitantly, he looked from the person to the hand - The oily tears glimmering in his eyes telling the tale of suffering and hopelessness that defined his whole existence.

But maybe, this... person can rescue him. Save him.

Maybe, he is his savior.

Sundrop laid his hand in his. He looked up again.

The outlines of the person got clearer.

"You've suffered enough, Sun. It's time to go to your new home."

They had... rays.

[zepskies]

Wow, wow, thank you so much, friend!! 😍😍

those damn wendigos!😭 I was trying to guess what it could be but of course, it was one of those tricky bastards :/ I feel for her! I just know she’s gonna get sad every time she sees a blue puffer jacket now :( but i’m glad she got that closure at least <3

Ikr?? 😭 Given the mountain/forest vibes, I thought wendigo was the way to go. And she's def going to get sad at seeing blue puffer jackets. 💙💙 Dean was able to give her the closure she needed to move on -- and who would know about that better than him? 🥲 (hahaaa I love the words "true mate-iest" 😆)

her nesting was so cute, I can imagine how anxious and restless she must’ve felt. i’m so glad he made it back to her! especially at just the right time, I can’t imagine things would’ve gone well with a fracture 😅

I just love that about omegas loll, but it's because she was really anxious and restless and worried about him. Oh she wouldn't have gotten very far lol, poor thing.

“Dean subtly watches you, his gaze a bit softer than usual.” awwwww😭 you may not soften as fast as butter in a microwave but you will soften up winchester 🫵🏽

Like a mallet over the head! He'll get there eventually. 🤣

this is the sweetest thing ever 😭🥺 it’s nice that he was able to be that safe space for her, in many ways honestly. love that for them 🙂��↕️🫶🏽

Aw thank you for calling this out! One of my favorite lines to write for this series, honestly. They're healing each other, bit by bit! 💕

that kisssss❤️‍🔥 so good, and i’m glad she called him out! lol. true mates are special, he can’t let his self sabotaging ways prevent him from being happy :’) i’m glad she’s stubborn though, and i’m sure sammy will be glad to hear his brother is no longer lonely but in good, kind hands :]

😘😘 She wanted to respect his wishes, but then she realized he really needed that gentle push and that reminder. She's just as stubborn as he can be! loll Sam would approve! 😆

Thank you so much, lovely! I'm so glad you're enjoying the ride. Just one more chapter to go!! 💓💓💓

Against the Wind - Part 3

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x F. Omega!Reader 

Summary: You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.

AN: Merry Christmas! I'm dropping this chapter a day early for you guys. Now, here's the full story, and what Dean is going to do about it…

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: True Mates @jacklesversebingo

Song Inspo: “Against the Wind” by Bob Seger

Word Count: 3.8K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Angst, mentions of blood, hint of spice.~

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Part 3: Nothing Left to Burn

“We should start heading back,” you say, looking up at the mid-afternoon sky. It was starting to dip toward the top of the trees in the distance. “It’s going to take a couple of hours to get back before nightfall.”

“Yep, it’s about that time.” Your dad groans as he starts to haul himself back to his feet, where you two had been taking a rest against a tree. “Jesus, I need a new pair of knees. Help your old man, would ya?”

You smirk as you help the middle-aged alpha to his feet. His joints pop and his back cracks as he stretches his arms high.

“Damn, Dad. You’re creakier than the trees,” you quip.

He tosses you a wry look. “Just you wait. In a few years, after wrangling a couple of pups, you’re gonna feel my pain.”

“A few years?” you laugh. “Did I miss the part where I actually met a decent guy, let alone one worth mating?”

“Oh, you’ll find him,” your dad nods, slinging his rifle back over his shoulder. “Or he’ll find you, like your mother did with me.”

You follow his lead with your own rifle, falling into step with him through the forest clearing. It’s a beautiful day in late November. Already you can see the edge of frost on the shrubs and half-barren trees. The ground is littered with dead leaves painted in browns, oranges, and dappled with reds.

“You met her in college. It’s not like you guys defied fate,” you say.

“Yeah, but if she hadn’t walked into my psychology class by mistake, and stolen my latte at the campus café, maybe you wouldn’t be here,” he teases. 

You huff and roll your eyes. Yes, your parents are a walking cliché. And by far, your dad’s the bigger sap.

“I’m telling you. Sometimes, the universe does us a solid,” he says, reinforcing his point with a literal pointed finger your way. You push it away from your face in exasperation.

“You might wanna watch where you’re going,” you say, “before you roll your ankle on another pebble.”

“You kidding me?” he exclaims. “That thing was the size of my fist! You’re lucky I didn’t break an ankle. Make you carry me all the way back to the car.”

You snort. “Right. Think I’ll just leave you for the bears…”

You trail off when a sound reaches you and your father. The sound of leaves crunching in the underbrush, quick and light. Your father’s shoulders straighten with alertness, the alpha’s head cocking toward the sound.

“Maybe I spoke too soon about the bears,” you whisper. He shakes his head.

“Nah, too light. It’s probably an elk.” He tosses you a smile. “We’ll have one hell of a haul to bring home, plus a good story to tell your mom.”

Your mother, the vegan veterinarian?

“Yeah, because she loves elk meat.”

“Would you quit being a smartass for two minutes? You go a little west. I’ll see where it’s at,” he says.

He quietly wracks his rifle and steps away from the clearing, farther into the woods. You do what he says, veering west. You don’t see the elk, and soon enough, you don’t see your dad either. You do hear a whistling on the wind, and the cold of it cuts right through your coat.

Unease prickles down your spine, though you don’t know why.

“Dad?” you whisper-yell, trying not to spook whatever animal might be out there.

A gunshot rings out, along with your dad’s voice in a shout. Your eyes widen in alarm, and you call his name, taking off in a run to find him.

You end up rising over a hill you hadn’t crossed before, but you see your dad below; you recognize his bright blue puffer jacket that Mom got him for his birthday. You call his name, and he looks up at you with fear in his eyes.

Not for himself, but for you.

“Go, get out of here!” he shouts and waves you off.

“What? What is it?!” you yell.

He shakes his head, like he’s unable to answer your question. “Run! Run and don’t stop!”

He moves further into the denser trees until you can no longer make him out. With a frustrated huff, you sprint down the hill and try to follow his tracks with your gun at the ready. On the wind, in the distance, you still hear his voice.

Until it cuts off abruptly, along with the terrible cracking of bone.

You gasp and halt in your steps. What the fuck was that?

Tears fill your eyes and blur your vision. Despite what you heard, you realize just how very alone you are in the clearing. Fear and adrenaline make your breath tremulous and shallow, but you can’t just give up. You search for a while longer, making yourself hoarse calling out to your father.

No matter what direction you take, you never find him.

“I ran back to town to get the rangers,” you say, brushing a couple of stray tears from your cheeks. You sniff, licking your lips and swallowing a hard lump of emotion in your throat.

Dean continues to listen intently with his brows furrowed.

“It was too late,” you sigh. “He disappeared. They explained it away, thought a grizzly bear got him, but I know it wasn’t a damn bear.” 

You shake your head as the tears come harder and faster, all over again. Dean’s jaw clenches in sympathy.

“No one believed me about what I heard, not even my mom,” you confess. Your mother had been too distraught to entertain “anything else.” No matter how strongly you’d felt about your suspicions, you understood that she just wanted to put your father’s death behind her after his funeral. Part of you had stopped believing yourself. 

A stronger part of you hadn’t been able to let it go, however. So you had to come back here and try to find any trace of your father. 

When you finally run out of words, you see the proverbial gears turning in Dean’s eyes. 

“What’re you thinking?” you hazard to ask. You can’t help but reach out and grab at his wrist. “Do you…do you believe me?”

Dean’s gaze softens a fraction. He lays his larger hand over yours.

“Yeah, I do,” he says. “I’m willing to bet on what took him too.”

He squeezes your hand before he lets you go and gets up from his seat. He soon returns with his father’s journal in hand. He reclaims his spot across from you, sitting close to your thigh on the end of the chaise. His gaze falls away from your face to the journal in hand, and he flips it open to a page he knows from memory. You suck in a subtle breath to steel yourself when he turns it toward you—to the very page that had given you nightmares the first night you read it. 

Wendigo. 

“Nasty son of a bitch,” he says. “It hibernates for decades at a time, but when it surfaces, it knows how to get through long winters like this. It takes a handful of people at a time, feeding on its victims slow.”

You feel sick at that, but still, his words elicit a sliver of hope.

“So there’s a chance he could still be alive,” you say, in a brighter voice. Dean gives you a measured look, dragging a hand over his mouth.

“Look, I’m gonna be straight with you,” he says. “It’s been months, right?”

You nod, though you realize what he’s saying. Don’t get your hopes up.

“But there’s a chance,” you insist, with tears in your eyes. Dean holds your gaze for a moment, and he nods. He squeezes your knee this time, then shuts the journal with one hand as he moves to stand.

You follow him on your crutches over to the kitchen. He pulls out a drawer and retrieves a folded-up map. Tossing the journal on the kitchen counter, he opens up the map and lays it out flat next to the sink. It’s a map of the mountain, and the entire forest surrounding the mountain of Big Sky. Dean’s eyes flick up to yours.

“Where did it happen?”

Dean has packed up his supplies and put on his winter gear. You watch him from the living room sofa, trying to hide your unease. You know he’s doing this for you, but there’s part of you that doesn’t want to see him leave, for his own sake, and selfishly for yours.

“Try not to go outside again unless you absolutely friggin’ have to,” he warns. “And if you do, don’t go too far. Make sure you take a weapon, preferably a gun and a knife.”

“Dean, I know,” you reply. You get up and hover by the couch while he finishes lacing his snowshoes and hooks his backpack on. You’re unable to hide your concern.

“You shouldn’t be going out there alone,” you say. 

Dean tosses you a grin. It has the shade of how he was with you before the “journal” incident—self-assured, a hint teasing.

“Don’t worry. This isn’t exactly my first solo mission,” he says, though his devil-may-care attitude soon subsides into something more serious. “If I’m not back inside a week, you need to ration out the supplies here as best you can. That new meat in the fridge should last you a while.”

By new meat, you have to assume he means the bear.

“When you’re healed up, you can make your way down the mountain and back to town with that map I left for you. Kitchen counter,” he says.

Your frown worsens. You step closer to him with the pretense of closing and locking the front door for him after he leaves.

“Dean,” you say, stopping him at the door. He turns to look at you over his shoulder. You hesitate, fidgeting slightly, but you gain your courage.

“If you don’t come back, I’m going to find you,” you warn him.

Dean frowns. He turns to you fully and tilts his head as if to say, come again?

“No, you’re not, Omega. You understand me?”

His terseness doesn’t scare you anymore. You glare up at him, quite literally standing your ground.

“You didn’t leave me out there when you didn’t even know me. You think I’d do that to you?” you counter.

At that, Dean has to pause, tilting his head slightly. He almost smiles at your stubbornness, and just like that, his annoyance dissipates. It softens him, making him reach for your arm in an assuring squeeze.

“I appreciate the thought, but trust me. I’d rather you look out for you,” he says.

Right now, you don’t really give a shit about what he’d rather, but you don’t say so. It’s written across your face anyway. Dean’s mouth tugs at a smile.

“All right, I’m out,” he says. “Save me some of Yogi in there.”

You huff, but you shut the door behind him after he steps out onto the porch, down the steps, and beyond. You move to the living room window and watch him get farther and farther away from the cabin. 

Despite the crackling fireplace, you begin to feel cold inside. 

After the first three days, you’ve managed to clean the entire cabin, top to bottom. With the “new meat,” you make a large batch of soup to last you throughout the week. You freeze a couple of servings for Dean.

For when he gets back. 

You try to fill up your time in other ways, like attempting, and failing, and trying again more successfully to make bread from scratch. You haven’t binge-watched every season of The Great British Bake-Off for nothing.

Then you organize all of the alpha’s books by author. You wash all the laundry you can find and fold everything neatly on his bed, and you put away the couple of sweaters you’ve borrowed from him into your own dresser. 

On Day Four, you create a nest of pillows and blankets in the middle of the living room floor. In your anxiety, it’s a reflex you can’t help. Your initial instinct was to nest in his room, but you thought that was too invasive of his privacy, so the living room was your next best option. At least his scent is still somewhat imbued into his favorite chair, and around his records. (You do steal another shirt of his to sleep with though.)

On Day 8, your worry becomes a living thing. You pace the living room and the kitchen on your crutches, probably wearing down the wooden ends of them while you debate what to do. Despite what Dean told you to do if he didn’t get back, you know you’re not just going to leave him out there. But the reality is, you have a problem of mobility.

With a frustrated huff, you decide to try setting your problem foot down normally. Your ankle hurts, a sharp pain shooting up your calf and nearly sending you to the floor.

“Fuck!” you gasp, both in shock and aggravation.

You know this isn’t just a sprain. At best it could be a fracture, since no bone is protruding under the skin. It still means you shouldn’t go after him either. 

But you’ll have to try. 

After you manage to clamber back onto your feet using the crutches, you put together some supplies, including the extra med kit in case he’s hurt. (Or in case something happens to you while you’re out there.) This is a bad idea, you think, even as you heave on your jacket.

Then, you hear the sound of a lock turning, before the front door shoves open. 

A yelp of surprise escapes you, though you soon realize that it’s Dean, looking worn down and ragged, but alive. 

“Home, sweet home,” he says wryly, but he looks relieved to see you too.

You help him sink down onto the chaise, where he stretches out with a groan. He tips his head back on the cushion. His jacket is torn in a few places. Blood has dried on his cheek, his neck, and near his hairline, and you worry about where else he might be hurt. 

You quickly go to the kitchen and pour a bowl of warm water and grab a hand towel. You bring it all back to Dean, where you set your supplies on the floor and sit down beside him on the cushion.

“Are you okay?” You try to calm down your racing heart (and the nauseous feeling in your stomach) as you help him work open his jacket, followed by his shirt. Discreetly, your eyes take in the expanse of his tanned skin and pebbling nipples exposed to the cool air, even with the fire roaring nearby.

“Yeah, just peachy,” he says. 

You smile a little. You take the towel, dampen it, and begin to clear the blood from his cheek, his neck, and the upper part of his torso—even his scuffed hands. Then you squeegee out the blood in the bowl and continue your task. Dean subtly watches you, his gaze a bit softer than usual.

He eventually looks you over with a frown as he takes in the way you’re dressed, and then the backpack by the door. 

“What, about to go for a little afternoon stroll?” His sarcasm turns to annoyance. “Didn’t I tell you to stay put until you can actually walk?”

Your mouth flattens into a line, but any anger you might’ve felt is waylaid by your relief. It brings tears to your eyes. 

“I thought something happened to you,” you say.

Dean hesitates. Your hand has stilled on his chest. He softens a little more, grasping your hand in his larger one. 

“I’m fine,” he says. “The job’s done.”

Your eyes widen. “You found the…thing? The wendigo?”

His mouth pulls at a cocky grin, tempered only by his tiredness, and the way he’s looking at you. “Sure did. Tried to take a chunk outta my ass, but a little aerosol deodorant and a lighter’s all you need to barbecue that ugly son of a bitch.”

You smile in amusement, but all too soon, it fades.

“Did you find my dad?” you ask.

Dean’s expression sobers as well.

“Yeah, I think so.” His face gentles. “Was he wearing a blue puffer jacket?”

Your lips tremble. As that horrible realization dawns, you break down into tears. You already know from his tone that your father was dead when he found him. 

Dean guides you down to him by your shoulder and wraps his arms around you. You bury your face into his neck, and your body shakes with quiet sobs.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your hair. “Believe me, I am.”

He holds you close, warm and secure. He allows you to stay there as long as you need, where you feel safe, even if this world has become a colder, darker place. 

After a few minutes longer, your intense sobs begin to subside. You don’t mean to, but you turn your nose into Dean’s neck, scenting him on reflex. It calms you down, but it has the unintended effect of arousing him. The alpha rumbles in pleasure. 

You blink in surprise and lean back enough to see his face. Dean’s lips press together as he looks down on you; he seems embarrassed, but you also see the heat reflected in his gaze, so intense in those forest greens. Your face begins to warm in a blush.

He brushes your cheek with his thumb, collecting your tears there. You glance down at his plush lips again, your own parting with a breath. His hand moves to cup your cheek, framing the side of your face. Please…

He finally drags you to him in a kiss. 

It’s heady and passionate, and also comforting. Your fingers wind into his hair, your nails scraping along his scalp. He growls as his arm tightens around your waist. You shiver in delight.

You press a hand to the center of his chest, giving you leverage to rise up and slide your thigh over his legs. There you sink into his lap. Your breasts pillow against his chest when you lay on top of him, your elbows digging into the cushion on either side of his head. His hands move down your body, feeling down your sides, squeezing your hips, and then your ass. You hum into his mouth and roll your hips into his. Already you feel him hardening through his jeans.  

But somehow he breaks away from your kiss, even though your hands are still in his hair. 

“Sorry…we can’t do this,” he says, with difficulty.

He sits upright and nearly makes you fall over in the process. He grabs your arm before you tip over, but he keeps himself at arm’s length from you after you’re forced to slide off his lap, sitting on the end of the chaise instead. Your eyes glisten with hurt and confusion. 

“Why?” is all you can ask.

He doesn’t want to answer. 

“Dean?” you ask, inching towards him. He raises a hand to keep you at bay.

“Just…it’s not a good idea, okay?” he says, with the clenching of his jaw.

That cuts into you even more. Your heart pulses with pain.

“Do you know what your scent is to me?” you ask, in a voice slightly trembling. You glance at the fireplace that has dimmed to embers. “It’s better than that fire at full blaze. Every time I went camping with my dad, that’s what I loved the most. Sitting by that fire, talking, laughing, and for the millionth time, telling the story of when I gave my sister micro bangs in her sleep when I was ten.”

You wipe a stray tear from your eye, but you respect the distance he’s put between you two.

“The second I met you, I knew what this was,” you say. “I think you know it too.”

Dean shakes his head. His face betrays his wariness, his desire, and his obstinance. 

“Look…even if that’s true, you don’t want this with me,” he says. His handsome face becomes marred by a frown, his brows knitting together. “I don’t even own this place. Besides my car, I ain’t got much of anything to give.”

You shake your head in dismay. “I know that’s not true.”

“I’m not bullshitting,” he says. “Listen…I’ve never had much. And what I did have, I found a way to lose. I’ve let my people down. Just about everyone I’ve ever…”

You can’t help but reach out a hand for him, your heart hurting, but he leans away, pressing himself back against the seat. It cuts even deeper into you; now though, you wonder if it’s because he feels the same gut feeling you do when he’s this close—close enough to touch, but almost afraid of the burn.

“They’ve been hurt, almost always because of me.” His voice shakes imperceptibly, with a wry, humorless turn of his lips. “So take it from me, sweetheart. You’ll wanna steer clear.”  

“Dean,” you say. You expel a breath, digesting his words, while thinking of what you want to say.

“I’ve never not felt safe with you,” you confess. “Even when I screwed up and drove you crazy, I’m sure, I knew you’d never hurt me. The same way I know…”

You reach out a tentative hand to lay in the center of his chest, over his heart. Your thumb brushes the edge of his strange tattoo, over the dark ink in his skin. 

“You’re my mate. My one, true mate in this world,” you say, meeting his eyes. “And I want to know you.”

You see inner conflict in the depths of Dean’s eyes, dark green and troubled. You take a chance and lean in, brushing your cheek against his, nuzzling, laying a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“Omega,” he warns, but the grit in his voice has little heat.

Or at least, it’s heat of a different kind, as his strong hands once again find your waist. They hold you still, but also hold you to him. Your gentle affection is making him ache, deep in the shadowy cavern of his chest. He’d never admit it, but loneliness had set in there, burrowed deep with a stronghold on his heart. Without knowing, you’ve been carving it out with those gentle hands. 

You now slide your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, warm palms on his skin. 

“Alpha, I want to know you,” you insist. Quiet, but steady, your voice is a mere brush of words near his ear, against his cheek. “Please.” 

Dean’s brows furrow as he briefly shuts his eyes tight. With your whispered plea, the brittle chain of his restraint finally snaps free. 

He cradles the back of your head and guides you back into a feverish kiss.

AN: Sorry to cut it off there lol, but the big (steamy) finale is coming up next week! Perhaps a little earlier than Friday. 😘

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“Were you nesting, Omega?” he teases, between the sinful meetings of his lips with yours. You hum your affirmation before his tongue swipes across your lower lip, seeking entrance.

You open yourself to him in more ways than one; you slip your hands across his naked shoulders and explore the smooth planes of muscle, the dips and softness in between. You encourage him to lower down, to cover you with the length and broadness of his frame. His weight is a welcome one between your thighs and against the softness of your body.

“Was worried about you,” you whisper a confession against his lips. Dean briefly pauses, meeting your eyes.

“Thanks for waiting up,” he says, with a hint of a smile.

Your lips curve upwards in return.

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"Broken", Not Stupid - Part 6

Pairing: alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unsual omega!OC (13)

CW: Omegaverse; cult-like situation; dehumanization; selling children to a cult

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What did they do to her? How long has she been there?

The questions continue to bounce around in Simon's head as he settles into a chair with a view of the hallway where the rest rooms are. There's no chance in hell that he's gonna let her walk out of that door and not have an almost immediate view of him. He wants her to feel safe.

No, it's more than that.

He wants to be safe for her.

The chair across the table from him scraping across the floor forces him from his thoughts. Looking up, he finds 13 slowly lowering herself into the chair. She looks... dazed.

"13," he calls to her. Her head tilts slightly to the side but her eyes are still unfocused and glossy. "13, look at me."

As if on autopilot she looks at him, but she still doesn't look entirely present.

"Talk to me."

Her lips twitch like she wants to speak and her eyes focus a bit more.

"What happened?"

13 blinks slowly at him and shrugs slightly.

Hesitantly, unsure if it'll do any good, Simon reaches across the table and rests his hand over hers.

"What were you going to say earlier? You started to say you were pretty sure about something, but stopped yourself," he says, trying to coax something out of her.

"I'm... pretty sure... they were filling the air with... something... while we slept," she mumbles and pushes the words out slowly.

Simon's hand wraps around hers and he takes a deep breath to keep his head. That mandatory therapy is finally coming in handy.

An employee with a kind smile brings out their food, gently sliding the tray on the table.

"Anything else I can get you?"

Simon shakes his head and the employee wanders off. With the distraction gone, he refocuses back on 13. She said she didn't like fish so he got her a chicken nugget meal. The memes Johnny sends all the time make it seem like chicken nuggets could heal the soul, so Simon felt like they may have been a safe option.

"Here," he says softly, holding up a french fry.

Her lips part slightly and he gently tucks the fry between them. She stills for a moment then begins chewing. A bit of relief washes over Simon, but something's still wrong.

Specifically with his omega. They may just be in agreement to help her with this mission to 'out' Salvation, but he's not going to leave her without regular care as well. Especially with a reaction like this to seemingly just ordering food.

As she chews, her eyes become clearer.

"It smelled weird sometimes, on the nights I couldn't sleep," she explains, her voice less robotic and no longer sounding forced. "Like there was something sour lingering in the air. It was always faint, but I could smell it."

Simon holds another french fry up to her lips and her eyes actually focus on it this time. 13 accepts it like she did last time, allowing him to feed her.

"Do you want to keep talking about it or do you need a break?"

Her chewing slows, nearly stopping, as her eyes travel to his face.

"I'll say one more thing then I... think I need a break, yeah."

He nods and waits, picking up another french fry to prepare to give her another.

"I won't say for sure that smell was the reason for my reaction to being here, but I don't think it's the root cause. I've been in Salvation facilities for... a lot of my life now. The root cause could have been... there's plenty of options."

"Can I ask how long?" Simon asks hesitantly as he offers her the next french fry.

"Pretty much as soon as I started smelling like an omega, but not acting like one," she pauses, thinking. "I was about 13 when my father sent me to Salvation."

She's 27, according to her paperwork from Salvation. She's been in their 'care' for fourteen fucking years.

Simon realizes he's going to have to find a therapist for her. He also realizes he's going to have to recruit some specific others for this... situation. He may not have all of the information yet, but he feels he has enough to make this call.

It's time to call in the calvary.

It's time to start involving 141.

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Y/N and Delilah's relationship had once been close and unstrained. They shared a tight bond growing up, and even when Y/N went off to college, they remained connected. Y/N would frequently pick up Delilah, and they would spend time together in the city, especially when Elizabeth, their mother, was occupied. However, the dynamics shifted dramatically during a Christmas break when Y/N stayed over for the holidays.

On a particular day, Y/N woke up later than usual, unconcerned due to being on vacation. Initially, the house felt empty, with her mother leaving a note in the kitchen explaining that she had gone out to handle something at the office. The note also requested Y/N to wake up Delilah if she was still in bed and to start defrosting the chicken for Christmas dinner.

She followed her words with precision, fetching the chicken and arranging it on a tray before ascending the stairs to awaken Delilah. As she approached Delilah's door down the hallway, the sound of giggling reached her ears, indicating that Delilah was already awake. Nonetheless, Y/N proceeded to enter her room. Since childhood, it had been a customary practice for either of them to join the other in bed upon waking, sharing a moment to cuddle and watch a show.

However, everything took a stark turn when Y/N walked into Delilah's room only to find her engaged in drug use with her boyfriend. It wasn’t marijuana, but Y/N could tell that they were doing pills and cocaine for the tiny residue of white powder on her nightstand.

Y/N was furious, unable to believe what her eyes had witnessed. Swiftly, she ushered Delilah's boyfriend out of the house, delivering stern words to her sister. Despite Y/N's attempt to approach the situation with politeness and understanding, Delilah's primary concern was the potential revelation to their mother. It was clear – Y/N had to inform their mother, Elizabeth, to put a stop to the escalating situation.

Without a second thought, Y/N disclosed everything when her mother arrived through the front door. However, Elizabeth's unexpected reaction caught Y/N off guard. She vehemently denied every allegation, as if she had witnessed the entire incident firsthand.

In a state of denial, Elizabeth refused to believe Y/N's account. To her, Delilah, though not perfect, had been raised in the same manner as Y/N. The accusations seemed like a fabrication.

As tensions escalated with everyone shouting, Y/N pointed out that Elizabeth's leniency toward Delilah was a ticking time bomb. This declaration led to Y/N being expelled from the house, a decision she agreed with for the best.

Months later, Elizabeth received a call from the school reporting that Delilah had passed out due to drugs found in her system. Faced with the possibility of her daughter being expelled and the embarrassment of a doctor's visit, Elizabeth took drastic measures. She forbade Delilah from seeing her boyfriend and imposed stricter rules.

"You get to live here with your boyfriend while I'm not allowed to see mine. How is that fair?" Delilah cried in front of both her mother and sister.

"My boyfriend doesn't use drugs, Delilah. It's as simple as that," she calmly stated, her hands gently caressing her tummy.

"That's bullshit! I should have a say in who I can date or not. Both of you are just assholes," she shouted, tears streaming down her face. Elizabeth, about to respond, was interrupted by Y/N, who pressed her hand against Delilah's shoulder.

"Calm down. This isn't your home and stop yelling at us. When you turn eighteen, you are free to do whatever you please. If you want to leave home and move in with him, then go ahead; we won't stop you. You are still seventeen and under Mom's guardianship. Grow up," Y/N dryly said, tired of the conversation already. She felt like she was talking to a wall.

"Now, go to sleep," Elizabeth added, earning a slamming door to their faces. "I am sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to cause trouble or bring it into your home."

"Mom, this has nothing to do with you. She is just being a brat. Eventually, she'll realize that what we did was just to help her and with the best intentions." Elizabeth nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. She felt embarrassed, and it was a relief to finally have someone on her side after more than a year of constant struggle. "Now, get some sleep. I love you," Y/N smiled, kissing the top of her head.

The journey to Anguilla proved to be quite arduous, especially for Y/N, who, being pregnant, found the nearly five-hour flight exceptionally uncomfortable. However, as soon as they set foot on Anguilla, the exhaustion seemed to dissipate in the face of the island's breathtaking beauty.

Anguilla, cradled in the warm embrace of the Eastern Caribbean, mesmerized with its awe-inspiring charm. Endless stretches of pristine white-sand beaches unfolded, caressed by the gentle touch of the turquoise Caribbean Sea. Palms swayed gracefully in the balmy breeze, orchestrating a natural symphony in the serene surroundings. Beneath the crystal-clear waters, vibrant coral reefs beckoned for exploration, revealing a mesmerizing array of marine life. Quaint villages dotted the landscape, their colorful buildings adorned with bougainvillea, creating a postcard-worthy scene against the azure sky.

Y/N successfully persuaded Harry to opt for a resort instead of renting out an extravagant mansion for their week-long babymoon. She even convinced him to choose a regular suite over a presidential one. Initially resistant, Harry relented when Y/N expressed her desire for a tranquil and ordinary babymoon, and he, in his eagerness to give her the world, agreed to her wishes.

"Thank you for choosing to stay with us, Mr. and Mrs. Styles. We're delighted to have you here, and we hope you thoroughly enjoy your time," the receptionist warmly greeted them, handing over their electronic keys. Harry offered a quiet acknowledgment before intertwining their hands, leading Y/N towards the elevators.

As the elevator doors closed, sealing them in a private moment, Y/N couldn't help but question the unexpected title bestowed upon her. "Mrs. Styles? Really?" she queried, her curiosity peeking through. It marked the first time she had been addressed as such, and she pondered whether it was a deliberate decision by the receptionist or an innocent oversight. The realization struck her—she liked the sound of it, even though they weren't married or engaged. It carried a certain charm that resonated within her.

"What?" Harry responded, arching his eyebrow with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. A nonchalant shrug followed. "I didn't feel like correcting the man. He was just doing his job."

Y/N couldn't help but tease him, "You usually love correcting people. What's different about this scene?" Harry chuckled, shaking his head at her. "Was it intentional or a mistake?"

"Don't worry about it," Harry reassured her, sealing his response with a kiss on the top of her head and a brief peck on her lips just as the elevator doors opened to reveal their floor. "I'm starving. Let's grab some food and head to the beach."

After a quick shower to refresh themselves, Y/N and Harry headed down to the restaurant. Y/N had chosen a white bikini beneath a sandy-colored beach dress, her hair pulled up into a bun to combat the effects of the hot weather. Harry opted for a loose button-down shirt and swim trunks.

As they settled at a table overlooking the ocean, the cool breeze from the sea kept them refreshed. Y/N perused the menu, sharing, "I'm craving a cold fruity drink. The Benedict eggs sound good." When met with silence, she looked up to find Harry gazing at her with an affectionate expression.

"What?" she inquired, lifting her sunglasses so their eyes could connect.

"Nothing. I just love you endlessly," Harry confessed, his gaze lingering. "And you're glowing with your pregnancy."

Nervously, Y/N ran a hand across her pregnant tummy, savoring the habitual connection with her unborn daughter. The gentle movements beneath her fingers served as a comforting anchor, grounding her in the reality of impending motherhood. The uncertainty of what kind of parent she would be lingered in her thoughts. Y/N desired a close relationship with her daughter yet also envisioned instilling the same discipline her father, Harry, embodied.

"I'm nervous. What if she doesn't like me?" Y/N candidly shared her doubts. "What if she hates me and dreads coming home for the holidays because she can't stand me?"

"Darlin', she hasn't even been born. I'm sure she's going to love you just like Oliver does," Harry reassured, a warm smile lighting up his face. "And trust me, nothing can be worse than my parents, and you're nothing like them." He chuckled, attempting to alleviate her concerns with humor.

Before Y/N could utter a word, a disinterested waitress approached to take their order.

"Room number?" The young woman mechanically recited; her lack of enthusiasm evident. Harry exchanged a glance with Y/N, both sensing her disinterest, though neither chose to comment.

"805," Harry replied, "We'd like one watermelon juice, one mango juice, eggs benedict, and French toasts, please."

The waitress, seemingly uninterested until now, finally glanced up from her notepad as she reached for the menus. It was at that moment she noticed Harry.

"Oh, hi!" she exclaimed, instantly drawn to his charm. Harry, unaware of her attraction, offered a kind smile. "Would you like the juices turned into cocktails?"

"I wouldn't," Y/N interjected, feeling uncomfortable with the waitress's persistent gaze.

"Neither would I. I'll be supportive of you," Harry added, emphasizing his decision not to drink in solidarity with Y/N during her pregnancy. He wanted to ensure she didn't feel left out when others enjoyed a drink by the beach.

"Supporting who?" The waitress bluntly asked, catching the couple off guard with her straightforwardness.

"To me. His pregnant girlfriend," Y/N replied with a tinge of bitterness, finally prompting the waitress to acknowledge her presence.

"Oh, right. Sorry. I'll be back with your order," she responded, her gaze momentarily shifting to her stomach before returning to Y/N's displeased expression.

"Look at you marking territory," Harry playfully pointed out, observing the unexpected assertiveness. "I've never seen you so aggressive."

"Shut up," Y/N quickly retorted, putting an end to his teasing. "She was literally asking for it. Kept looking at you as if you were naked." Harry burst into laughter as she continued to pout.

"She is quite perky, isn't she?" The woman from the couple sitting beside them remarked, prompting Harry and Y/N to turn toward them, realizing how close they were to their table. "The waitress," she clarified, noticing their confused expressions.

"Oh, right!" Y/N nodded in understanding. "She clearly wants to be working." The couple chuckled, appearing a few years older than them.

"I'm Paige, and this is my husband, David," she introduced after a brief silence. "We noticed you from the moment you walked into the restaurant. You two are a great-looking couple. It's kind of hard to look away."

"I'm Y/N, and that's Harry. Thank you. That's really sweet," Y/N responded, though she could sense Harry's subtle discomfort with the presence of the other couple.

"Are you two married?" the woman asked, her eyes curious. "I mean, you look very much in love," she clarified.

"No, not yet," Harry responded with a warm smile.

"Better hurry up, buddy. Someone could snatch her right from under your feet," David warned, injecting a touch of humor into the conversation. Y/N felt a sudden unease at the thought, her gaze momentarily shifting to Harry, who chuckled but seemed to share a hint of discomfort.

[gutziez]

so. this is something I've wanted to say for months

im not really who i am for fucks sake half the time I don't know who I am its become way too blurred and I'm gonna share my past here and everything I've done so I have many points but one has been clawing at my from the inside like its trying to rip my throat to pieces from the inside of my esophagus Cassie and Ruby aren't dead they were never even real Cassie and Ruby are a projection of who I wish I knew who I wish I had for a friend but I got bored of them and killed them off in my mind and socially I'm very sorry faye but Cassie wasn't real she was a character she was someone I wanted to relate to I have no one but the people online even then I left Ares and Tame because I thought they'd judge me over fucking fictional characters and I was bored I wanted something to happen so I killed them I faked Ruby overdosing I faked Cassie stabbing herself its fake they aren't real they cant be dead because they never existed I'm sorry Faye I didn't want to make YOU hurt but you were just so close to me and its a sick form of entertainment at this point. Im too into the idea of human emotion and action and I hurt you with it. now for the other piece of this I'm sorry to literally everyone I've come into contact with I'm a lot of drama because I seek drama I just want some fucking emotion in my life and I create lies and more lies but those lies start to feel true I don't even know which parts of my life are real did he actually rape me did I actually get groomed for sex trafficking did he actually tell me I'd never be his son I don't know what's going on I'm losing memory and sense of self I cant do this shit ive gone through blog and blog and blog delete the old account and go to a new one I've gone by so many names Ace Star Azalea Ollie Oliver Aspen I don't even know if I can count them all I'm thinking about changing it again for fucks sake but I cant because he'll judge me and refuse to call me by my chosen name because of how fluid I feel about myself is I don't even know if Nyx or Evelyn exist anymore I cant and no please just please don't forgive me call me a piece of shit degrade me for what I've done for all of the people I've hurt by clicking the fucking delete button by lying by being a piece of living trash please Faye just call me the worse thing you can think of and move on from me I don't see a point in my life anymore and if you forgive me I'll end up hurting you more just let yourself leave. I would say I love you but I'm a fucking monster I'm horrible why would I fake someones existence and then make them die just to feel something I'm not okay not to mention the amount of other people I've put through stuff just for the sake of attention and drama

im a stupid fucking attention whore

im sorry Aster too I think I ended up faking my death or I just left silently I think I went by Ace or Ollie I don't remember it was like a year ago maybe less I'm sorry for that I wish you the best don't forgive me please I shouldn't be forgiven

i love everyone but I'm also a piece of shit Ill leave my account up for a little while so everyone can get their "kill yourself"s out I will be listening to the messages tell me to relapse and die

@f4y3w00d5 @amethyst-aster @lils-ki @tameable50

i don't remember the others ive hurt the most but you could at least show others so they can point and laugh

[tammyu-2]

Hey

please make a hsc for Tmnt 2012 (Mikey, Leo, Raph, Donnie) turtles find out her lover's big secret (e.g. that she's a former foot clan soldier.....you name it) how the turtles react to the reader's lies...will they forgive her...will they hold a grudge

Thanks🧡💜❤️💙

EEK! My first ask I'm so fricken scared ;-;

But that sounds doable :P

I'm so sorry if it's bad I'm learning as I go

2012 TMNT find out their lovers dark secret!

no usage of gender, angst in the beginning crashes out after that, this was kinda a challenging pronto to do, cringe, first time write! Not proofread-

Hear we go

LEO

When Leo started dating you, he immediately put trust in you. Literally, He would never think you could do any wrong. You're his angel and his light. His home.

So that being said, I believe that he is the type to ignore red flags. Like not clearly, obviously right in his face flags. It's more like something that should be taken as suspicious, but he brushes it off way too easily.

You would think man had learned his lesson from Karai

You worked for shredder. You weren't exactly his right hand, but he knew you never failed at your jobs, so he only sent you on hefty ones. He gave you a simple task. Get in with the turtles, find any Intel, and try your best to pause any progress they had to beating the foot clan so they could always be one step ahead but not too much that it blows your cover.

So when you met Leo on the rooftops staring off into the distance you knew it was your chance.

Fast forward and you two are an item. Your spying on them and your doing pretty good and distracting and delaying them.... A little too good....

Let's get one thing straight. Splinter is onto you the second you invited yourself to the lair. However he waited till his judgement was proven true. Don't get me wrong. There's a small part in his brain that is fond when you aren't doing your dirty work and bonding with the turtles. But there was still something off about it all to him.

Leo trust you with his heart with red tinted glasses, Splinter is sus and the turtles don't mind you (except Donnie and Raph are usually on thin ice when you just so happened to be at most of their fights just by "bumping into them") BLAH BLAH LETS GET TO THE GOOD BIT.

You had decided to take a role call with shredder in the sewer base. The turtles were off on a mission and shredder had gone out to walk around the sewers for whatever reason. You thought you were safe but you were wrong. The turtles had the normal argument about Leo's leadership which ended in Leo leaving the mission early to mop around in his room. He knew you were there and hoped you would ease his mind. The rest of the turtles went off with Raph leading.

You talked on the device you were given for your job to shredder. You ended it feeling super triumph that you got approval from shredder even if it was very hard to tell. You grinned before turning around the door that lead out Leo's room only to be stunned.

Leo had been standing there (shell)shocked and your face fell immediately. It was a quiet beat before you jumped to defend whatever he may have heard.

"Damn spam callers huh? They.. they don't know when to quit!"

You said feeling yourself crumble as your heart ached at the complete and utter lose for words Leo looked.

"Your working for shredder..?"

He said with such a hurt tone that you wanted to start balling tears right this second.

"Listen-"

"I trusted you.. I cared for you and the whole time you were working with shredder! What the hell!-"

He cut you off, and you could already feel the disbelief turn into anger. You missed him off. You used to think you did this job cause you wanted, but deep down, you knew you cared for him. If you could just have just been on his side, you would. But you can't.

"You don't understand Leo I had to.."

You said trying to reason with him but the pure burst of confusing emotions that were all bursting in made it hard for him to believe there was any civil acts that were going to come from this.

"Save it. I can't believe i trusted you."

"Leo-"

"Get out before Splinter comes back. I hope our paths never cross."

He said harshly. But between that exterior you could see in his eyes that you have severally hurt him and you wish you could take it all back and help him. Comfort him. Anything! But what's done is done.

"Please bab-"

"Out. Now."

You said nothing else as he averted his gaze. You struck a nerve. A heavy one. You were fighting with yourself. One side is telling you to drop everything and make it up to him. Leave shredder and help him. Your other side is hating hot pathetic you were being. Begging for your enemy? When did you actually start caring for him, and why has it interfered with your work. That said of you felt disappointed by your childish acts of getting too close.

You said nothing after. You left the lair, and Leo broke the second you left. Sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. How could he have been so stupid? He knew letting you walk away wasn't a good idea, but deep down, he still cared for you even though he knew he shouldn't. Why was life so cruel. God, he missed your touch already....

After that, you hadn't returned to the clan nor had you contacted them. You threw away the only thing you had to communicate with them. You hated yourself for doing such an idiotic thing. From then on, you followed the turtles. Secretly hiding in the shadows watching them fight. And when you eeaves drop, you hear about how Leo is constantly teased on how he still misses you after literally being in cahoots with the enemy. You always look like he wants to jump off the nearest bridge at any mention of you and is making your chest swell.

[Holy Frick that was so much writing. I just started spitting out words like I was Niki Minaj :0 anyway remember to charge your battery and drink smth]

DONNIE

You were a heavy materialist and you studied biology like it was your native language. You love the study of creatures and how their mechanisms worked. So just imagine the shock you got when you met a mutated talking turtle! Holy shit!

Now unlike Leo, Donnie may be love sick but he is smart. Any suspicious behavior will not go unnoticed by him. So he will ask you when he can for any suspicious acts you may have. However we are forgetting the fact that he is love sick. So anytime it seems like he is catching onto you, just butter him up, flirtatiously hold his hand or even a simple kiss on the cheek that startles him will make him immediately forget what he was thinking.

Now. Why the hell are you sus and what are you hiding from Donnie boy? .... you wanna capture him and offer him up to the American government to do testing on his fascinating mutated form and to involve yourself with the mysteries of his creature like appearance using high technology the government has caved in their confidential labs!..... what's that look for? Wouldn't you wanna try dissecting a living organism to look at its each individual cells that build together mixed with chemicals to make a tiny turtle into a humanoid mutant capable of learning the highest for of fighting?

For those who are lost, you wanna sell him and his brothers to the government to let them help you do tests on them.

Your plan was full proof. Get close, mingle, trap, sell, test. So that being said, you could have gotten away with it, but... your sleep schedule screwed you over. You were in Donnie's lab with the confidential files and papers you had planning your trap and explaining your plan. You, however, forgot to drink coffee and fell asleep in your chair. So when you had your princess nap Donnie read through the files.

Let's just say you woke to a not so happy Donnie. You smiled and groaned a good morning. You stretched as your eyes long on the desk next to you. With you documents wide open. Suddenly you didn't need a cup of coffee to wake up cause you were WIDE awake.

"Wanna explain?"

You couldn't explain anything without seeming like a flat liar.

"You weren't supposed to see this.."

"OH really? Cause it looks like you wanna sell me off to the higher-ups to do unsolicited lab tests on us."

He said sassing you. You were caught. You had nothing to say. Your brain looking for different solutions to this....

"These aren't mine. Do you honestly believe I would ever do something bad to you?"

YEAH, CAUSE GASLIGHTING IS TOTALLY GONNA WORK Y/N! God, why are you so smart and so stupid 😒

"Really? Because if I'm reading right these have your signature on them. And folder has your full name on it."

YOUR SCREWED. YOUR DEAD HA BYE GURL!

"I-"

"Honestly I don't blame you if I had a discovery I'd wanna study it's entire living organism. But you had the audacity to come into our house, lead me on and expect to just ship up off?"

"I know it seems bad, I don't really mean bad intent!"

"No, your intent was perfectly fine. You knew what you were doing, and yet you still did it for months, may I say! Did you really have such low morality to say you love me but go and backstab me like this?"

Right so your traped. And thinking of a way out. The turtles are all sprawled on the floor of the living room. Master Splinter is in his quarters and you had a ticked off Donnie in front of you. If you timed it right you could make a break for it and escape. Then contact the government and they could do your dirty work for you. You chose to keep Donnie and the government keeps his brothers and you live happily every after with you and your turtle boyfriend that will be locked up in a test tube.

Donnie was still talking, but your brain didn't want to hear anymore of his disappointed tone and stern but hurt face. So at the right moment.. you bolted for the open lab door, not even bothering to look back. You hop over the couch and make a break for it out the sewers and into the new York City night. You stopped once you knew you were safe. It's safe to say you would be avoiding them for now....

After that, you had decided not to rat them out. And as miserable and sad it sounds, you went back to Donnie. He surprisedly forgave you after a few weeks. However, he will never forget. He will sass you about it all the time, and you still feel dread whenever it's brought up. Splinter threatens you to never pull a stunt like that again.

[This one is more goofier than expected]

RAPH

Sorry if I'm a little bad a raph.

SO THIS IS GONNA BE CRAZY. my mind works in mysterious ways.

You and raph were an odd pair. But you complimented each other nicely. He was still the tough asshole he was. He wasn't suddenly a softy when you came by. But he was alone more patient and understanding when it came to you. But this man will catch you out on your bluff immediately. He doesn't care how close you guys are if you're sus he WILL say it to your face. Luckily, that has never happened. You made sure it hasn't.

What's your secret with raphy? Well.. in a battle, he lost one of his weapons and couldn't find it, so he thought it's fine and he'd get another one from Splinter. So in battle, that sword thingy went flying, and it flew you and hit your newly bough puppy.. YES HE KILLED YOUR DOGGY JUST AS YOU BOUGHT HIM [this sounds so fucking stupid I'm sorry I'm tired it's 3am..]

So you vowed to take back his life by kidnapping his pet spike. You got close to him, and he plan was full proof. You spent your time and dedication to finding who killed your dog, getting close to them, and earning trust. So one day, all the turtles were our doing who knows what. You reached into spiked tank and scooped him up. You slowly walked to the door and of liar only to be met with a raph.

Silence passed for a solid few moments. Have I mentioned that you still weren't allowed to do anything but feed spike. And you were especially told that you weren't allowed to even take him out of the tank.

"What do you think your doing?"

He was confused and simply just didn't understand what bullshittery you were doing. He registers from your shocked face, spike in your hands, and you almost on your way out the door.

"Are you kidnapping Spike?"

You didn't know what to do, but you knew that from his tense expression that he would beat the shit out of you. Especially since you should've waited longer for him to trust you more.

"Okay, listen. You know what I'm doing. I know that I'm doing. Can we just fight it out cause I'm not leaving this liar empty handed."

"Wow, a person after my own heart. Or should I say my own pet?"

You got into your fighting stances and literally tossed Spike around like a basketball as he just seemed chill about being passed like a beach ball. It was a on going battle, and it ended with you without spike and out the house. But this won't be the last of you.

[THAT WAS SO SHIT IM SO SORRY IM GONNA REDO THAT LATER I APOLOGIZE.]

MICKEY

You were a skater and had recently moved into the city. You find a nice empty skate park at night and meet Mickey. You guys bond and stuff, and you two match each other's enemy it's adorable and cute. Not you see hickey is adorable but has no awareness. If you are sketchy, then he will just shrug it off or not even notice. He is the one turtle you don't need to persuade in any way to make sure he doesn't catch on. Of course, if it's bluntant, then he will recognize it, duh.

What the hell is your problem? You wanna make it big as an influencer but find it hard to get a Kickstart to having skatetok notice you. But like woah dude.. imagine like a video of a mutant turtle doing kickflips. That would definitely make you blow up. But you need to be able to be close with him to get good camera angles and he can't know that your recording him! Heavens no.

Now somewhere in the mix you end up dating and it's not crossed your mind that this plan for stardom wasn't full proof. You started hanging out with Mickey more and talking to him. You guys became inseparable. You kept telling yourself it was for your fame but you know damn as hell that it's because he's growing on you.

Now other than forgetting your main purpose in this plan you realize that capturing an experienced skater that moves fast, and doesn't know your recording them is harder than it looks.

However after trying and getting distracted you finally caught the perfect video. Now. How did Mickey find out? Simple. You left your phone out. He was nosey and went to your gallery and found the video. He also looked through your notes and found your double sided plan. Not cool man

He shows you the phone like what's this about?? You brush it off and tell him the truth. He asks if the video would actually reach millions if you post it. You say yes and suddenly he feels less betrayed. You guys post the video it get 5 likes and 10 views. You guys take it down after a day.

After that, he still brings it up every so often to diss you on your failed achievement, but in general, you guys are fine.

THAT WAS HORRIBLE WE STARTED OFF STRONG THEN WE WENT BALLING TO THE GROUND

Anyway I'll make up for it I promise

~Tammy<3

[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Season 2 Chapter 2: ~

A Family Growing Smaller:

I've teased about what this season is going to be on Discord, and now, a small seed is being planted.

With nothing more than the clothes on their back and hand luggage by their feet, Raffs and Brodie waited for the taxi to arrive. Everyone stood beside them. They knew they'd see each other again soon. You can't walk away from a crew when you've gone through what they have in the last week. Sadly, this only left Rennick, Trots, Muir, Addair, Gibbo, O'Connor, Innes, Roy, and Caz left together. They could all feel their newfound family getting smaller by the day. Soon, it would be O'Connor's turn.

'Safe journey home,' Roy said, giving the pair one of his signature bear hugs.

'Aye, you too,' Brodie replied. It was true what people said about him. He was a miserable bastard. Well, in the eyes of someone like Muir, he was. Never strayed from the rules and didn't know how to laugh. No one had seen him smile, but that could be because of the large moustache that would make Hercule Poirot blush. But today, you could hear the happiness in his voice. Finally going home after nearly six months. 'You lot come to Skye when the weather clears. You've never seen water like that before.'

'Ah, fuck that,' Caz joked. 'I'm never going in the water again.' Like before, everyone exchanged numbers. 'You two stay out of trouble.'

'Says you, Caz?'

'Gie's peace, ya prick.' The pair shared a final chuckle and hug. Caz learned a lot from Brodie, despite the pair never actually working together. He was a good man who taught him much, but the main one was to never go diving. How he and Raffs could do that meant they were braver than he'll ever be. Or, maybe Caz was smarter.

'So, what's your plan?'

'Stay here till New Years, then get my arse back to Glasgow.' But, in all honesty, Caz was conflicted. The scars weren't physical, but The Shape has left permanent damage. Whenever he now felt one of the infected slip away, it made him sad. Like a piece of him was missing. He didn't understand. They were his friends, but not for that long. He didn't even meet Gibbo until the end of September, and he still wasn't seeing a friendship with Addair in the near future.

At the same time, he wanted to go home.

He had to go home, and as much as he enjoyed the peaceful farm and endless fields, the countryside wasn't for him. Plus, he couldn't run forever from what he did. The sentencing will be longer. It's best to just get it over with. Caz wouldn't buy his bail. The money was for Suze to keep the flat. Finally, redecorate the bedroom and get the windows replaced.

'You two gonna stay away from the water?'

'Nah,' Brodie answered. 'But, like Roper said to me. I think we're going to go on a long holiday.'

'I hear Benidorm is nice.'

'Be original, Caz.'

Raffs felt a tap on the shoulder and turned to see O'Connor and Addair. It was odd to see the pair stand together without trying to rip each other's throats out. Last time they did, the pair only stopped the fight because O'Connor accidentally gave the poor lad a black eye when he pulled back to swing a punch, only for his elbow to collide with Raffs' eye socket.

'When are you and Mary going home?'

'Soon, I hope. Then hopefully come here.'

'You're going to leave Ireland?'

'It's not getting any better out there, Owen.' For some reason, O'Connor never called Raffs by his nickname. Or anyone really for that matter. Only Caz, Trots, and Gibbo weren't called by their first or surname. 'I'm only still working to provide a better roof over our heads.'

'I can lend money, if that will-'

'No,' O'Connor snapped, holding up a hand and ignoring how loud he momentarily was. 'No. That's your money and yours alone. We'll be fine. You go and see your ma, and have a happy new year.'

'Okay.' Raffs didn't know what came over him. A sense of guilt for not being able to do much for the past few days? Some type of desire to help? It's just something to make him feel useful. From his perspective, he's just followed everyone and waited to be told what to do. But before he could get lost in thought, it was now Addair's turn to give the young man his send-off.

'So, is this the end of Raffs' oil rig career?'

'Absolutely,' the diver answered without a moments thought. 'I know Skye always wants fishermen. It's a way to keep to the water. What about you?' Asking as if Addair could ever go into work again. A look of realisation hit Raffs as soon as the question left his mouth. His eyes widened, and his mouth curled. Thankfully, possibly because his wife and sons were here, Addair took it in stride and just laughed.

'I might take up cricket again.'

'I always saw you as a rugby bloke,' O'Connor teased.

'I love all sports.'

'Even horse racing?'

'No, I'd rather pluck my eyes out.' Yep. Still strange to see the pair actually having a laugh together, but it was nice.

Raffs felt Addair open his hand and put something inside his palm. He looked and held up a wooden carving of himself. It was remarkably detailed. Right down to the small orange pin he kept on the lining of his beanie. The young diver blinked a few times before looking up in shock.

'Did you make this?'

'Just something for you to take home.' Even with that answer, Raffs was shocked. The pair never had a conversation before until Muir gave them a task. But, he was happy. He didn't think he'd be going home with a gift.

'Thanks, Addair. Maybe you should go into woodcarving?'

Addair smiled. 'It's a thought. I've gotta keep the old noggin' active somehow.' The pair shared a handshake. He might be infected, but Addair's hand still felt the same. Nothing had changed in them. They were rough with dried skin peeling off the palms. Man has always done physical labour, so it wasn't a surprise the more Raffs pondered. Might be the only thing The Shape didn't alter.

'Hey? Good luck with Tommy.'

Addair paused. First Trots, then Gibbo and now Raffs. It always surprised him when someone mentioned his son's name. Like an alien was talking to him. He still didn't know how Trots knew to begin with. Yet, this time, his smile didn't fade.

'Thank you, Raffs. Now go on,' he pulled down on his beanie, covering his eyes. 'Fuck off back home.'

And just like that, two more members of the crew vanished. They watched them head down the long drive until they were out of sight. Muir sat in the snow to avoid the possibility of the taxi driver seeing his towering form. Everyone lingered for a moment before going back to their day.

Addair turned and caught Jennifer's eye. She stood on the porch. He smiled, but his smile towards his goddess slowly faded. He saw the look of distress in her eyes and the tears she held back. A sinking feeling weighed the man down.

[reverieblondie]

So I DESPERATELY need a distraction/reprieve (you can probably guess why), so could I ask you for one of your Short Thoughts prompt fills for if Rolan and/or Zevlor (plus Dammon if you want) had a significant other who came with him from Elturel and, when Zevlor's perception was manipulated to make him surrender in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, said significant other was able to snap the paladin out of it which allowed the Hellrider to help protect the others and avoid being captured but the significant other was instead captured as a result? When the refugees make it to Last Light Inn, what might the aftermath for the tiefling bachelor be like? Assuming Zevlor being snapped out of his induced stupor resulted in Cal and Lia not getting taken but resulted in Rolan's significant other being captured instead, how does the wizard react? Alternatively, how would Zevlor be handling it, especially since he can't really just walk away in this version of events without outright abandoning everyone?

Sorry this took forever! I hope you like my quick thoughts though!

Rolan:

Rolans not drinking (Cal and Lia have taken the bottle) but he is livid, he's trying to go out into the curse to go after them but Lia and Cal keep dragging him back with Larkessa and Alfria helping.

 Then Rolan Sees Zevlor and marches up to him, punching him in the face.  "You bastard! You're weak! You're the reason she's gone!”

 Zevlor takes the hit and Alfria is quick to go to Zevlors side. Rolan cracks into frustrated tears and Cal quickly is the shoulder he cries on before running off again.

Later that night Rolan is packing away what he can and sneaking off to go face moonrise towers on his own. Though as he reaches the inn's edge he's stopped by a familiar figure. 

"Move Zevlor I'm going after her and you can't stop me." 

Zevlor just shakes his head "We don't plan on stopping you, but if you must go you will need help or else be killed." 

Rolan sneers "I don't need help from you!"

 "That's what we thought you would say."

 The voice forces Rolan to turn around where he sees Cal, Lia, Alfria, and Larkessa all with packs all with weapons ready to go. 

"Out of the question you're not coming!" Rolan yells at his siblings

 Lia rolls her eyes, "You're a fool if you think we are not going, we all want her safe return. Now shut up we need to be quick and stealthy."

And with that an awesome rescue party goes and saves Rolans beloved. 

Later When She is safely returned (either with them doing the best prison break ever or Tav helping them) Rolan will personally thank all of them for what they've done for him and her.

Zevlor:  

Zevlor, poor poor Zevlor. He's beating himself up the entire time, he was practically dragged away from where S/O was caught. He feels like a failure... he wanted to save you, to help lead you through this nightmare to a brighter future he's promised to you. But now he's the reason for you living in a nightmare... 

He's too weak... he's too broken... he's nothing. Falling for false promises and dragging everyone down his descent... Zevlor can't help but sulk in the darkness praying to any god who is willing to listen to his call.

It was the opportunity he had asked for, Tavs party was heading to moonrise towers, and though he was ensnared before this time his mind is steady. He's going to travel with them and bring you back.. He still has those promises to fulfill to you. 

He knows he doesn't deserve you… but you want that small home with him at the gate and he is going to do anything to give that dream to you. 

[djali-de-riva]

I started writing this about a month or so ago and only just now had the energy to finish it. I've been wanting to put my feelings about this game, really my thoughts about one thing in particular, into words but every time I started to write I would get sad again so I dunno how coherent this is because of that.

ii Major Veilguard Spoilers Ahead !!

I spent about 20 min ugly crying again because of Veilguard.

Let's get into it.

I'm replaying the entire game slowly just to remind myself of certain story and plot points because everything before the point of no return is a blur; after the shockwave that was the ending I can barely remember what happened during each companion quest... Anyway, I was looking at Varric in the medical ward, after picking up Lucanis and cursing Solas as per usual and I suddenly got really emotional because it dawned on me: it actually feels like I'm mourning a friend. It feels like a piece of my life that has been there for years is gone.

It feels silly to say these things about a pack of pixels but... I went through all the stages of grief

- Denial

My friend is playing as well and he harkened onto a dialogue that Solas says and called Varric's death right in the beginning. I considered it but didn't take his assessment to heart but there were instances where I questioned why he had nothing to say or why his input only came at the end of conversations when Varric always had a cheeky remark at the ready. He still has quips but they aren't Varric. I'm pretty gullible at times and take everything at face value in video games so no I didn't catch the other clues to suggest maybe he wasn't there at all.

- Anger

At Solas, been feeling that a lot. Most of the things wrong with Thedas can be directly or indirectly tied to him, though because he was the one to stab Varric is what I was angry at the most. Stupid Egg

- Bargaining

I thought I could rationalize it: if I played Dragon Age 2 and Inquisition, I could see him all I wanted, Varric had his run and had so much screen time in other games. This is ok. This is fine.

- Depression

This came last and I felt it for at least a week after. I couldn't look at Varric, see him in a cutscene, talk about the game's ending without bursting into tears. I have never played a game that made me feel like this and I give my entire soul to the writers for being able to wrench my heart out.

- Acceptance

I know Varric is just a pile of pixels on a screen. I know he's not real and his death ultimately means nothing in the flow of the universe. But he was such a good character, beloved by so many people, I guess I didn't realize how much I actually loved him as a character. Well, enough to write this sappy post I guess.

I guess I just realized he's really gone. Like, he's there, you can speak to him at certain times but he's not real and he's not coming back. I told myself when I found out he was gonna be in Veilguard that if he died I'd be ok with it cause he's had a good run. We were besties in DA2 and in Inquisition he was a really close friend to the Inquisitor. I didn't expect the reality of his death to hit me so hard.

I think maybe it's how it happened? You don't get confirmation until the very end of the game, before then it's business as usual; some things are weird and maybe you question a few interactions but I didn't really want to believe it. Not until the scene at the end when Rook is in the regret prison, when the camera pans to the door of the medical ward are you finally confronted with reality.

Varric was such a good friend and companion and I will never forgive Solas for his actions. No redemption for you Mr Bald. Well... He is THE God of Lies, Treachery and Deceit, depending on the story. Too bad Varric's story had to end.

I've finished the game a second time earlier this week and I can safely reassure that the ending hit me just as hard. 🫠

[psychebutterflysol]

𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗡: 𝗗𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗛𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗘

a/u: am I the only one who loath LaDS. the fans are so obnoxious and how bad was the main plot for ppl to think the OIs didn't have any chemistry with the FL????? also, I heard it's the same storyline again, "I sacrificed blad blah blah for this one girl!!!" or I'm just too selfish to be willing to burn the world for my love. anyways, enjoy this rushed and ass piece of writing. thank you for all the likes in the previous post, i didnt expect it to become popular!

part 0

warning: poorly written drowning scene, trauma

the first thing you did was choke. unlike the ocean you were drowned into, the coldness jolted you awake. unable to process anything beyond the fact that you were drowning, your attempts at reaching the surface had been proven to be futile. the waves tied you down, beckoning you to sink deeper and deeper. you thrashed, your mouth filled with water and the light faded gradually before your eyes. exhaustion started to overtake your body as dark spots danced in your vision. as you prepared yourself to meet your demise, for you thought this was all but a sudden burst of strength, a force yanked you out of the water. blurry faces and shouting voices, you succumbed to the temptations of a sweet slumber, despite your terribly drenched figure.

"ah!" a scream that sounded too foreign escaped your mouth upon waking up. a headache made itself comfortable, as you frantically looked around your surroundings and kicked off the blanket. fear coursed through your veins, making it difficult for you to comprehend the events. the memories of the execution seared into your mind tainted your memories, and scorched your heart. trembling hands tightened around your body, as your head hung down. dread churned your stomach for a few moments ago, you were still accused of blasphemy and fraud, regarded as an imposter, bad omen they told you. you could hear the chants of the people, the archons' glares, the ceremony atmosphere, the name callings, and-

-her weeping.

something finally cracked inside you and without a thought, you threw the nearby vase on the door, realizing too late that someone was entering. you watched, with a hidden anger as the servant managed to dodge it skillfully.

when crepus, her master, returned with an unconscious child, who showed signs of drowning, adelinde was less than bewildered. even kaeya, his most recent adoption, wasn't in such a bad state. they were barely breathing in crepus's arms, curling up like some sort of defense. being the head maid, she was quick to order others to clean the guest bedroom and settle the child there. their outfit stuck out like a sore thumb, a jarring resemblance to a prisoner. adelinde couldn't fathom the pain they had probably gone through before being rescued by her master. she had intended to get them a nice meal, albeit crepus's cautious warnings, but in return, she almost got hit with the object. their eyes were brimmed with an underlying wrath, terrify, and odd hatred. due to adelinde's experience, she was lucky not to get hurt.

"good morning, little one."

was this whole thing a fever dream?

if not so, then someone in this forsaken world explained to you why the head maid of the ragnvindr was here? with a trait of breakfast on her hands, and a gentle smile.

you didn't recall being greeted like that during the chase.

and what did she just say? little one? please, you were almost as old as-

now that you had been on a more stable ground, you realized your body was shrunken. paying no attention to the uninvited visitor, you took a quick glance at the mirror.

you....became a child?

"are you alright? master crepus found you on the brink of death."

"i-i'm alright." you stammered on your words, feeling strange now that your vocal cords were working properly. a careful examination of your body told you enough about your physical condition. by some miracles you didn't pray for, you had been placed into the past, judging from how crepus was still alive.

you looked at your hands, smooth and untouched, a dazed expression on your face. you bit back an urge to bitterly laugh.

why?

just why?

your pleas for a chance of salvation fell deaf on the ears of divinity, and when you had braced yourself for death, it stole that peace away.

did that mean.....you could change these characters' fates?

maybe, in a faraway universe, a distant past, you would have been excited, elated at this prospect. it would have been a fun journey of meeting characters you had grown attached to and uncovering secrets that hadn't been shown in the game.

the only thing you were capable of feeling now was rage and vengeance. it hungered and starved for that twisted satisfaction you gained whenever you were successful at deceiving someone. it wanted, so painfully, nothing more than to bring forth destruction to this fake world, tearing its skin apart until there was nothing left but void.

"i'm very thankful that you saved me." you whispered softly, resting your head on your knees and darting your eyes away to give off the impression of a young, innocent child.

"oh no! no need for thanking me. it was my master that did all the works. i'm but a humble maid doing her job." adelinde chuckled and set the plate on the counter, a softened look dabbed on her face. you held back from pointing and laughing at her stupidity but were well aware of her suspicious occupation.

"I owe my life to your master then." you clasped your hands, eyes savoring the appeal of the meal. the aroma engulfed your nostrils, as it had been a long time ever since you were fed acutely.

"be sure to have enough rest, and make yourself home. master crepus would visit you later." adelinde chirped, seemingly unaware as she smiled at your dazzling eyes.

oh, you were going to enjoy your time here.

very, very much.

[floralscented]

I’m sorry to be that person but i simply can’t understand what happened with artyandink, i love their posts and bots and i would just like to understand better what happened since the posts and everything weren’t really clear for me 😭

so basically the very short & sweet ( update after finishing writing it: it was not short or sweet ) answer is that she word for word copied one of my writings, alongside many of my other ideas ( at the very least mentioning wanting to do them at the same time as me so she could put hers up first and get validation for an idea that wasn't hers, i imagine, but that's speculation ) and then when i stopped letting it happen and called her out on it, she blamed it on photographical memory of all things, but at least stopped, so i thought it was done.

phase two is when she started being incredibly rude and passive aggressive to me or anyone that would listen about how we didn't interact with her stuff anymore, and how it wasn't fair. which is honestly incredibly rich, isn't it? because she rarely interacted with our things, or gave them the recognition that she wanted in return. but really, it wasn't about fairness and doesn't matter if things are interacted with equally or whatever, she was just mad nobody was hyped for her things anymore because the only things we saw from her, weren't her own ideas.

in between this phase & phase three is when she starts genuinely harassing me personally. messages on discord privately, tagging me in a public server if i don't respond in time ( we have a six hour time difference! when it's morning for her, it's the dead of night for me! ), private messaging me on tumblr, sending asks on tumblr. literally all in the same 30 minute span max. always asking things along the lines of if i think she's a bad person, or guilting me personally, about never interacting with her things.

this is not like an excuse or whatever, but at the time, i was hardly posting on tumblr / less than i am now, because everything i wrote got taken, so i lessened it a lot. i was only ever on tumblr to post my things when i did, and that was it! very rare! so interacting with her things was hardly ever on my mind!

phase three. personally feels like a crashout to me because it's actually insane. the same day that she again messages me, this time asking if i got an anon abt her, which alone is crazy that even happened because who talks shit about someone, to someone else? that they might not even know follows? i tell her no, because it obviously feels shady as fuck. and so she starts being really weird. things like, well i got this ask in the screenshot i'm sending you, and a second saying you definitely got one, but i don't have the screenshot of the second, because i deleted it, but not the first. shady, right? anyways. same day as all of this, she gets on the server like, hey guys, i'm gonna let my friend take over my entire tumblr & discord, her name is dani. hope this is okay! and not even two seconds later, she was suddenly 'dani.' please keep track that this is her second persona. so obviously, she gets kicked because it's weird as fuck, it was honestly just something you had to be there for to see how weird it was, i guess? she changes her tumblr user to daniisms, starts messaging all of us ( in the server, i have not clarified! ) privately and stuff, saying that well, arty was just depressed, that's why she gave away the entirety of her accounts. like any of that makes sense to do.

phase four is actually the most diabolical one because she gets blocked! by all of us! because again, it is weird as fuck. this is when she private messages people again but now her excuse is, oh, NONE of this was me, i've been gone for a month, this was a hacker. so hackers steal supernatural writers tumblrs and their discords, somehow, which mind you, how would anyone even know her discord user? it's nowhere on her account from the last i saw, and so genuinely, how would a hacker know this information to hack her there? so hackers make up an imaginary friend to blame their issues on, and when it fails, that's when they leave your account to you? and also you just so happen to conveniently come back right when the hacker is gone?

the text messages she used in her 'evidence' were faked. you can recreate them exactly in iphonefaketextmessage, something that every writer i've talked to knows, because we've used it at one point for our own writing. suddenly, now that 'she's' back on her own account, she's continuing fics that her hacker made.

she's clearly convinced herself that i'm an enemy and that i'm stupid all at once, because even to this day she is bringing up my name to people that she wants to befriend now that people aren't interested in being friends with someone so conniving and honestly? psychotic at this rate. she apologizes in my messages for everything, still not taking any accountability, and then to everyone else & where she can be perceived, she's trying to discredit whatever i say while trying to paint herself as a savior for "shutting down anyone that says a thing bad about dahlia."

even in her defenses against herself, she literally cannot stop herself from trying to take away from what SHE put me through.

i hope this is further clarification. a lot of the evidence of things i say in here is in my first post, and there's also more i didn't talk about. this was supposed to be short & sweet but it is an incredibly complicated manner, and i just want to be done with it, but she won't stop bringing me up.

and i hate that i have to say this at all, but i really, truly hope this isn't you, arty. seriously. the consequences of our actions are tough, but that's why they're consequences. if you see this, and i know somehow you will, even though i keep you blocked and don't talk about you except for the one post i made and one reblog i did yesterday when you again had my name in your mouth, please leave me alone.

[brummiereader]

@mischievouslittlecreature no, she did not just say that 😳...

👆🏼this was me lunging over the dinner table at Lizzie 😤. She's so f'ing brazen. I'm honestly in shock at the thing she says. It's gone beyond her being petty at this point.

Tommy swallowed roughly, returning his gaze back to his wife. “Lizzie…we talked about this before the wedding,” he said softly. How did he not flip at her comment?? And the fact she said said it with Charlie there?? It's disgusting how she's using a child as a pawn in her endeavour to win Tommy.

This arrangement was an absolute disaster of a decision 🤦🏼‍♀️😂! Somewhere along the line, loopy Lizzie has got it in her head that she can call the shots since she's legally married to Tommy. It infuriates me how she continues to think her priorities come first.

“I can’t tell if you actually meant any of what you just said, or if you were only saying it to hurt her.” I think it was Lizzie's way of tying herself to Tommy even more and a way to hurt Lucy's feelings. She's a real nasty ouec of work. And if Tommy had any sense, he'd make it absolutely clear, with no skirting around her feelings just how he feels about her and her role in his life. I know he has already, multiple times 🙄, but something needs to be done so she understands clearly without these constant attempts to get him to kick Lucy out.

I don’t want any more children, Lizzie.”-"You’re just saying that because you’re afraid of upsetting her.” what I don't get with her mindset is, why has her brain even gone there? Normally, people want a child with someone thet have a loving relationship with. Ruby was an accident, she wasn't made out of love. Tommy's not some stallion there for breeding when she wants to get knocked up again 😂. As cruel as it is, he didn't want Ruby, why would she think he'd want another child with her??

“We’re awful, selfish people, Tommy,” she lamented miserably. Wait, what 🤨?? These two seriously don't believe they are, do they? I know it's a tricky situation they're in but Lizzie understood the terms of this "marriage". She had so many chances to back out. All three of them are making sacrifices for this to work. Not just bratty Lizzie.

“Sometimes I just wish that I could have given you at least one.” ahh this broke my heart 😩😭. If anyone is suffering the most it's Lucy. Not only is she forced to see Tommy have children with other people but she further torments herself with the image of what they're own child could have looked like. It's so upsetting to see them both of them daydream about what they're children would have been like 😔.

I really do hope they can have a little happiness back in their lives in the future. Because it's currently one thing after another for them. And I'm starting to wonder how much Lucy will be able to withstand it if it continues.

Wonderful read, Lily ❤️!

Part 23: No More

Summary: Lizzie's announcement at dinner reopens some old wounds.

Word Count: 2,068

Warnings: Jealousy, infertility, and polyamory.

Notes: I wanted to include this in the last part, but couldn't find a good point to slot it in, so this can sorta be considered a bonus chapter to the previous part. But can also be read on its own if you prefer. I originally wanted Tommy to get a vasectomy, but after doing some research it doesn't look like they became a standard method of birth control until during the Second World War.

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“I want another baby.”

They were sitting at the dining room table, eating the soup that the chef had made for dinner. Lucy had been in the middle of asking Charlie about his latest art project when Lizzie interrupted her. 

Tommy’s eyes snapped up, freezing with an unlit cigarette between his lips, hands fumbling with his lighter. His eyes met Lizzie’s from across the table, blood going cold at both her words and the defiant look sparking in her eyes. 

Beside him, Lucy stiffened, shoulders drawing in on themselves. Eyes darting down to her soup, she swirled the spoon mindlessly through the orange mixture of pasta, vegetables, and beef. 

Tommy swallowed roughly, returning his gaze back to his wife. “Lizzie…we talked about this before the wedding,” he said softly. They had all agreed that there would be no more children. Two was more than enough. And Lizzie’s pregnancy with Ruby had been difficult. She hadn’t seemed entirely eager to go through it again when they’d brought up the topic of no more children earlier. 

“I’ve reconsidered.”

He felt his temper start to fray. “What else is fucking new?” he spat, biting his tongue before more bitter words could leave his mouth. Lizzie’s eyes narrowed to slits.

“There’s gonna be another baby?” Charlie asked, eyes wide with excitement. Tommy could have screamed at her for bringing this up in front of the kids. Even though Ruby was still too young to really be able to understand what was going on. 

Lizzie turned to Charlie, a smile plastering onto her face. “Maybe, Charlie, if your daddy says yes. Wouldn’t it be exciting? To have another little brother or sister to play with?”

Charlie’s face lit up. “Yeah!”

“I’m not hungry.” Lucy suddenly set her spoon down with a slight clink, rising from her seat. “I think I’m just going to go to bed.” 

Tommy shot up after her, hand reaching out. “Love–”

She shook his touch from her arm. “It’s fine.” She didn’t really look at him as she spoke, and he felt his heart twist in his chest as he watched her go to the door. There were tears glazing her eyes. 

“Charlie, why don’t you finish your dinner in the drawing room with Frances?” he beckoned to the housekeeper for help, and she immediately stepped forward to gather up Ruby. “Your step-mother and I need to talk.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Charlie said, not picking up on the sudden tension between him and Lizzie. Or if he did, actively ignoring it. Tommy waited until he’d gathered up his bowl and followed Frances from the room before turning to Lizzie. She straightened her back, chin held high. 

Taking his time deciding on what he wanted to say, Tommy finally raised his lighter to his cigarette. For a moment, he tried to puzzle out a way to approach the situation without causing a massive fight. But then he remembered how Lucy’s shoulders had drawn in on themselves at Lizzie’s words.

Fuck it. It was going to turn into a row no matter what he did, anyway. 

“I can’t tell if you actually meant any of what you just said, or if you were only saying it to hurt her.” He tossed his lighter onto the table with a clatter, puffing on his cigarette. A twinge of regret momentarily filtered onto Lizzie’s face. Just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by that stubborn clenching of her jaw once more.

“I can’t help what I want.”

“No,” he acknowledged with a sigh. “But you could be gentler in the way that you say it. That was cruel.” He fixed his eyes on her disdainfully. “Even for you.”

The verbal slap hit its mark, Lizzie flinching and looking away. Turning his back to her, Tommy went to the decanters of whiskey on the shelf against one wall, filling a glass and swallowing it all down in one big gulp. 

“I thought after how hard your pregnancy with Ruby was, you were alright with not having anymore,” he turned to face her again. 

“It was hard because I had to go through it alone. You could be there for it all, this time around.”

“I don’t want any more children, Lizzie.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re afraid of upsetting her.”

“No; I’m not.” It was the truth. Two was enough. Much more than that, and it would be hard for him to be able to spend proper time with them all. 

Lizzie rose from her seat, coming around the table to stand beside him. “Another little you and me, Tommy,” she took hold of his hand. “Imagine it.”

He stared at her blankly, and her expression hardened. 

“You refuse to get rid of her like I asked. The least you could do is give me this.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You think you’re owed this because you changed your mind on what we agreed?” he ripped his hand from her hold. “Did you really think that you could go back on everything, and I’d just roll over and do whatever you say without question?”

The way the muscles in Lizzie’s cheeks shifted was answer enough. Tommy shook his head, a stab of hate and bitterness crackling through him. How much longer could they go on like this? It hadn’t even been a year yet that they’d been married, and his patience with Lizzie’s mood swings–particularly when it came to Lucy–was paper thin. Everyday, they never knew what they were going to get from her. Jealous raging one day, then sweet as honey the next. He didn’t know what to do with her. They’d tried being accommodating, but every time he pushed back on her attempts to trample over the boundaries of their arrangement, she threw a fit. Even walking on eggshells, or just trying to avoid her, wasn’t always enough to avoid a tantrum.

And with every hurtful word hurled her way, he watched the lights in Lucy’s eyes grow a little dimmer. Even when Lizzie always apologized for her behavior after the fact. Lucy had once been so cheerful. So humorous and warm. Now, she was often sullen and quiet whenever they were at home. 

It killed him to see her like this. He tried to place himself between them. To serve as a human shield between Lucy and Lizzie’s venom. But there was only so much he could do when they all lived under the same roof together. 

And without him even really noticing until it was too late, he and his wife had grown to hate each other. 

“You know, most days, I wish that I’d never married you.” 

Lizzie pulled away from him as if he’d slapped her, expression transforming from one of earnestness into pure heartbreak. For a second, Tommy felt bad. Until he remembered Lucy retreating hastily from the room, looking on the verge of tears. Lizzie had done that. And based on the way she’d brought forth this particular conversation, he was positive that she’d done it on purpose. 

He was done giving her the benefit of the doubt. She’d done this one too many times.

“I are done with you treating Lucy this way. Do you hear me? She’s here. She’s with me. Learn to live with that without making her miserable every second of every day, or I will leave you.”

Lizzie’s eyes widened. “You can’t–”

“Yes, I can. It’ll make a fucking mess of everything, but I will do it if I have to. You’re killing her, Lizzie. I don’t think that’s your intention. Not really. But you are. And if it comes down to you or her…you know who I’m going to pick.”

Lizzie stared at him, cheeks steadily turning red. “You can’t even give me this one little thing–”

“A child is not a little thing, Lizzie! And you know that. My time is already stretched thin between Charlie, Ruby, Lucy, and you. I’m not adding another obligation into the mix. It wouldn’t be fair.”

“Oh, now you all of a sudden care about what’s fair?”

“Don’t give me that shit. You don’t care that it would be unfair to throw Lucy out onto the street, alone, just because you changed your mind about an arrangement you repeatedly agreed to. Because things are only considered fair as long as you get what you want, eh, Lizzie?” 

Her face twisted, and he was reminded of that day in his car when he’d tested her loyalty with eight pounds and she’d spat at him when he called her on her bullshit. “You’re a fucking bastard, Thomas Shelby!”

“Yeah,” he agreed, wholeheartedly. “And don’t you forget it, the next time you get it in your head to try to hurt her.” Deciding that was enough conversation for one evening, he turned on his heel and left the room. Before she could start shouting at him some more. 

It would take a day or two, and then she’d calm down. Maybe they’d even apologize to each other. And then there would be some respite. That was, until the next storm hit. 

He went to the drawing room first, to kiss Charlie and Ruby goodnight and to ensure Frances knew to get them in bed on time, then headed for the stairs. Taking them two at a time, he walked with quick steps through the halls towards his and Lucy’s room. 

He found her perched on top of the windowsill, knees drawn up to her chest and smoking while she stared out the window. Shutting the bedroom door quietly behind him, he made his way over to her cautiously. 

“Sweetheart?”

She glanced over at him, her eyes red. Tommy shuffled a little closer, reaching out to smooth a hand up and down her arm. 

“I’m alright,” she looked down at the floor as she said it. Leaning his body against hers, he shook his head in disagreement, putting his arms around her.

“I’m sorry that she blindsided you with that. I didn’t even know that was something she was thinking about.” 

She put her head on his chest. “It’s fine.” It clearly wasn’t.

“I’m not having more children with her.”    

“I would understand if both wanted–”

“I’m not putting you through that again,” he cut her off. “Not if I can help it, at least.”

He felt her sag with relief against him, even though he was pretty sure that she was trying to hide it. But he knew her too well.

“We’re awful, selfish people, Tommy,” she lamented miserably. 

“Maybe,” he agreed. But he would rather be awful and selfish than hurt her more than he already had. “But it wouldn’t be a good idea to have more children. For a lot of reasons. Namely because I don’t want anymore.” He sighed, leaning back ever so slightly to look down at her. “Don’t feel bad about it. I told her I was done having children before we got married. If it was that big of a deal for her, she should have backed out then.”

“Mm,” Lucy nodded, looking down. 

“What?” Tommy asked, stroking her waist, encouraging her to look at him. With a heavy sigh, she angled her head up to gaze into his eyes sadly. 

“Sometimes I just wish that I could have given you at least one.”

He felt a little crack form in his heart. He had thought, sometimes, about how things would have been different if she was the one who had gotten pregnant instead of Lizzie. 

They’d have been a lot happier, that was for bloody sure. 

“C’mere,” he pulled her tighter into him, rubbing her back and kissing her hair. “They’d have been beautiful.” He couldn't quite keep the wistfulness from his voice. He wondered if she was seeing the same visions dance behind her eyelids as he was: a tiny child with dark hair and deep green eyes, freckles dotting their nose, with their father’s sharp cheekbones and their mother’s messy curls. 

A long forgotten dream, never to be fulfilled.  

He’d have loved to have been the father to her babies. 

“It doesn’t change how I feel about you,” Tommy murmured into her hair. She laid a hand on his forearm. 

“I know.” Turning her head, she kissed the base of his throat gratefully. “Thank you.”

He tightened his arms around her, holding her tightly while they both silently ached at losing something they would never have.

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