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hardstrawberrygardener · 1 year ago

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HOUSE CALL

Tags: Zayne x reader, fluff, domestic, beginnings of a relationship?

Warnings: mentions of blood, reader gets a wittle hurt

Synopsis: So grocery shopping went a little crazy, nothing a little house call from your primary care physician can't fix.

Author's note: hiyah! First time writing and posting a complete fic, sorry for any mistakes, and uhhhhh Zayne is my pookie, what can I say?

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The rain had gotten temperamental over the last hour, swinging from drizzle to torrential in a matter of minutes. On any other day this would have lulled you to sleep but the itch of the cuts on your ribs and the flecks of dried blood under your fingernails were a sensory nightmare.

You’d spent the last half hour just catching your breath on your now slightly blood-stained couch, recounting the incident that left you oh so pained and disgruntled.

A wanderer attack in the middle of your grocery shopping disrupted you mid deliberation on which snack to treat yourself to, and in the flurry of dodging claws and diverting the wanderer’s attention from terrified shoppers you slipped on the slick, just-mopped, floors, allowing the monster to graze you with its serrated pincers.

The pain was akin to the worst papercut you’d ever had, times a billion and as wide as a discount banana. It really hurt. And the oncoming migraine was really not ideal. The knocking in your head was becoming louder, too loud. Like, someone actually knocking on your door.

Begrudgingly you push yourself off the couch and walk, or really hobble to your front door; the source of the knocking. A confused peak through the peephole and your stomach drops, cause if there’s one thing worse than getting hurt, it’s your primary care physician catching you getting hurt.

“Hey...” You crack the door open, enough to show your face, which you hope didn’t look as bad as you felt. “I wasn’t expecting you here…”

He’s sporting the usual aloof look, scanning what he can see and deducing that you’re hiding the worst from him.

“Your wound will get infected if you don’t clean it.” Blunt and on the dot. As expected of the infallible Dr. Zayne.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond and pushes the door the rest of the way open. Too exhausted to deny it, you simply step aside and follow him to your kitchen like a little duckling.

He’s already pulled out a first-aid kit, the one he gifted you himself after the last late night house call. You walked in while he was washing his hands and he’s not looking at you when he tells you to sit.

You plant yourself on the closest chair and he brings a bowl filled with water and a rag soaking in it.

“Lift your shirt.”

“Is this covered under my insurance plan?”

“Unfortunately, this is out of your service, you’ll have to pay out of pocket.” He gets on his knees so he's eye level with your wound.

“Gasp! Can I afford this? Doctor, please I hav-” Your monologue was interrupted by a candy he had unwrapped and popped into your mouth. Mhmm strawberry flavored.

“The patient needs to behave.”

Given that he’s still bantering with you, the injury must not look that bad.

Any response you would have had is cut off by the sting and shock of the cold rag he’s gently wiping across your ribs.

Silence fills the air and in the calm it finally hits you.

“Wait, how did you know I got hurt?”

He doesn’t answer at first. Opting instead to search for a gauze and scissors to cut it to size.

“I didn't. It was a lucky guess.”

“Huh?”

“I heard news of a wanderer attack near your place. ”

“That doesn't necessarily mean I'd get hurt?”

His fingers ghost over your skin as he finishes taping the gauze. Your eyes follow the trail of his hands. Large and littered with scars from his time on the field. Hands that have saved so many lives. Lost in your thoughts you almost miss the next thing he says.

“-Take off your clothes.”

“Excuse me?!”

He sighs and gets off his knees, now towering over you. He looks down and you think you see just the smallest hint of amusement on his face, but you blink and it's gone.

“I said,” he pauses and leans in closer, “you're still in your bloody uniform, you need to take off your clothes.”

“Ah.” Your mouth is dry as you mentally reprimand yourself for assuming he had meant something else.

“Do you need me to carry you to your room?”

“Nope.”

And with that you are on your feet, scurrying over to your room. You're changed and in much comfier attire in no time. Meanwhile, Zayne has since been inspecting your fridge.

He closes the door and you can already hear the lecture he's about to give.

“Before you say anything, I was going to buy groceries, BUT, the wanderer sort of distracted me.”

He sighs and closes his eyes for a moment before pulling out his phone. Deft fingers tapping on the screen.

“The food will be here in 30 minutes, you should drink water and rest in the meanwhile.”

“Huh?”

He walks off to grab a glass and fills it with water before coming back to escort you to your couch. Instructing you to finish the drink. His eyes hone in on the blood stains and his brows furrow but he doesn’t say a word.

He walks back to the kitchen, dampens another rag, and squeezes a few drops of soap on top. Before you can stop him, he’s kneeling on one knee and making quick work of the stains and patting the spot dry.

“Zayne, you’re being so domestic. Do you do this for all your patients?”

He places the rag on your coffee table and turns to you, and for the first time you’re actually looking down on his face.

You stare, taking in his eyes, a shade of honey green that you could spend hours poring over, like an ever-shifting image of a galaxy. When did you get so poetic?

The rain’s pitter patter and the soft ambience of lamplight make this feel like a scene out of a movie, the yellow glow softening his sharp features. He reaches over and palms your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing over your cheekbones.

“Only for my most reckless patients.”

You can feel the rise of your chest, the fluttering of your heart, and swallow slowly; eyes wander all over his face.

It’s only now that you notice that his hair is a little damp. You inch closer and you catch his eyes lower to your lips. Time moves at that infuriatingly slow speed like you’re dreaming, and the- DING DONG!

Delivery. Mood shaken, and sudden realization of what was about to happen, you both stand and look away. Zayne beats you to the door and grabs the food from the clueless delivery guy as you try your best to not stare daggers at him.

You go to set the table for two, but Zayne interrupts you.

“I have to go soon.”

“What?” Your disappointment clear.

“I just got a message, there’s a patient under critical condition I ought to check on.”

He places the food on the table, and you grab his hand to stop him.

“Wait, you ordered the food, you should take it.”

“I ordered it for you.” He replies cooly.

“Zayne!”

You can see that he has no intention of taking any of it with him and admit defeat.

“Fine. But I’m taking you out to lunch tomorrow.”

He smiles and gently pats your head. “I look forward to it.”

You walk him over to your door and hand him an umbrella, the rain still pattering outside. He turns to you and gestures for you to come closer.

Confused you inch closer and lean into him. His hand finds its way back to your cheek and he places a quick soft kiss on your forehead.

“This will do for now.” He smirks and walks away before your brain is able to process what just happened.

“For now?!” You barely manage to yell at him before he rounds the corner and disappears down the hallway.

Mouth agape, you’re about to go running after him but are promptly reminded of your injured state by a sudden stab of pain.

“Zayne!” You’re not sure if he can hear you, but you don’t care. The fluttering in your heart has you almost floating as you giggle and close the door.

You grab your phone and shoot him a message.

You: You’re bad for my heart.

Zayne: Good thing I’m your doctor.

#love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #oneshot

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bumblesimagines · 1 year ago

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Midnight Beach

Part 20

Request: Yes or No

Taglist: @nathan-no @hyubg @ash455 @gills-lounge

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"Jesus," A sharp exhale left him at the sight of the purple and green bruises scattered throughout Topper's face. He looked exhausted and pissed. (Y/N)'s nose crinkled at his swollen eye and he dug his teeth into his lip as the guilt began gnawing at him. It should've been him. "Shit, Top... I'm sorry."

"Not your fault," Topper sucked in a breath, forearm flexing as he lifted the dumbbell and curled it toward his body. "I was tryin' to do the right thing. I didn't want the party to get ruined by a Pogue again. Now everyone's gonna think I'm weak."

"Nobody thinks you're weak, Top. They think John B's a psycho." If the angry social media posts made after the party held any truth to them, John B wouldn't be able to step on Figure Eight without risking getting jumped. (Y/N)'s thumb rubbed against the sore skin of his index finger. His knuckles tingled but the light pain reminded him things could've been worse had Topper not stepped in. The dirty blonde finally set his dumbbell aside and stood up from the bench, his brows fixed into a deep furrow.

"I'm pressing charges. Mom says it counts as simple battery and he could face jail time for what he did." Topper told him, and the lack of smugness or pride on his face felt unnatural. Kelce or Rafe would've been celebrating at the prospect of putting a Pogue in jail, never mind John Booker Routledge. But Topper had spent the whole night in a hospital ensuring the beating hadn't done serious, life-threatening damage. Even Dr. Thornton, a woman who rarely wore her emotions on her sleeve, had looked terrified for her son.

"I..." (Y/N) swallowed. He and John B weren't friends but the Pogues still cared about him. They liked him, accepted him, and treated him with kindness even after all the hell his fellow Kooks put them through. They'd been through hell and back as a team, as a family. But even as an 'Honorary Pogue', Kiara and JJ had stood silently aside when John B lunged for him. "I-I can testify. I probably would've been in your spot if you hadn't stepped in, Top."

Topper stared at him with a flurry of emotions swirling in his blue eyes. The furrow in his brow softened and his lips pulled up into a wide, thankful smile. He stepped forward and swung his sweaty arms around the teenager, tugging him into a sweet yet slightly wet embrace. "Thank you, man. It means a lot."

"Anytime." (Y/N) leaned back and watched Topper turn around to fetch his water bottle, teeth catching the inside of his cheek when he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. He fished it out and tapped on the screen to open the newest message.

Sarah C. Where are you? I need to talk to you

"I'm gonna run upstairs and take a quick shower. Just wait here, alright?" Topper tossed a lopsided smile his way and (Y/N) nodded, forcing a smile for him and watching him disappear up the stairs. Releasing a deep sigh, (Y/N) looked back down at his phone and muted the contact, tapping out of the chat right before a new message could pop up.

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The courthouse felt imposing. It loomed over them in all its ancient glory and made (Y/N)'s stomach twist. He'd gone inside once for an elementary school field trip, but the only memories retained from that day were of Kelce's group of friends bristling at the nearby kids from the Cut as if they were ferals protecting their territory. He remembered Sarah Cameron, back when her cheeks still had some kid chub and she constantly kept her hair in braids. The only time they'd interacted back then had been brief eye contact when her friends whispered in her ear about his parents.

He wondered how different things would've been if he hadn't befriended her that night on the rooftop. How easier life would've turned out.

"Guys!" His attention dropped toward the street where Sarah ditched her bike to run toward them. She skidded to a quick stop, her hair tumbling over her shoulders and face. She quickly brushed it out of her way and shot them a wide, perfectly curated smile that promptly fell when she fully took in Topper's face. "Holy shit, Top."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I look like shit." Topper chuckled dryly, tone laced with subtle annoyance. For someone who looked at Sarah as if she were Aphrodite herself for half of his life, Topper looked rather irritated with her mere presence. His shoulders deflated slightly and he jerked his head toward the courthouse and his waiting mother. "We're kinda busy, Sarah."

"W-Wait, you're actually pressing charges? And you're testifying, (Y/N)?" Her brown eyes widened, frantically jumping between the two.

Topper scoffed quietly and glanced back toward his mother when she called out to them to hurry up. "Yes, I'm pressin' charges. John B deserves to face justice for what he did. I'm not lettin' him off just 'cause he's your little boyfriend."

"I-I know, I just..." Sarah's breathing came out in short puffs and she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. "(Y/N), I need to talk to you. Top, please, just... wait here."

Without waiting for a response from either boy, Sarah grasped (Y/N)'s arm and pulled him down the sidewalk until they were a good distance away and Topper's stare no longer burned into their backs. Sarah released him and tucked her hair behind her ears as she turned to face him, the look on her face already telling him everything he needed to know. She fiddled with her fingers and sighed softly before finally tilting her head up to look at him.

"Singh kidnapped Big John. They're in South America trying to find El Dorado and John B needs to go help him. He can't lose his dad again, (Y/N). He just got him back. I-I need you to convince Topper to drop the charges so John B can go find his dad. Who knows, maybe they'll decide to live away from Kildare and never come back." Sarah spoke softly, gently, in a tone he often heard her use on her father and sister to convince them of something. She delicately took his hands into hers and intertwined their fingers together, fingertips gently rubbing against his skin. "John B and I are done. For good. But he's still my friend and I have to help him."

"You're defending someone who beat someone while he was unconscious, Sarah. If nobody had stepped in, Topper would still be lying in a hospital bed. Why- Why are you trying to help someone who doesn't give a shit about you? If you were in his spot, he'd be halfway to South America right now shit-talking you to JJ and Kie. He likes you because you're a Cameron willing to solve all his problems." Anger bubbled in his chest and he ripped his hands from hers. Sarah blinked, eyes nearly flooding with tears, and she reached out, chasing after his touch.

"Remember how good things were on the island? Remember how you worked together? We're Pogues. We fight sometimes but at the end of the day, we're family! And- And I know I ask a lot of you, (Y/N), but I really need this one favor. Do it for me, please. Not for John B or anyone else. For me. For Sarah." Her lips trembled, fingers lightly squeezing his arms as she gazed at him desperately. "I care about him but I don't love him, not anymore. I-I love you."

I love you. Words that rang like a church bell in his ears. Words that he barely heard directed toward him. His breath caught in his throat and then he released it in a scoff. "I don't believe you." He murmured. Sarah let out a shaky breath, brows twitching into a furrow as teardrops slipped down from her lashes.

"What? (Y/N)-"

"You don't even know what love is, Sarah. You- John B's a dickhead, we all can see that. But even he doesn't deserve to be dragged along while you try to make up your mind. Everything was good between us and then you go off and kiss John B. You come back 'married' and when that falls apart, you come running back to me. You cuddle up with John B on the island and the second we get home you can't leave me alone. Now, you're doing everything to help him and his dad. Can't you see how fucked up this is? How confusing it is?"

"I know, I know. I-I made the wrong choice. I picked the wrong guy-"

"Did you pick the wrong guy or did we chase the wrong girl?" The tears tumbled down her cheeks freely and her hands dropped to her sides, head tilting downward in guilt. Or shame. He couldn't quite tell. "You've got a whole life ahead of you to meet more guys. You don't need to settle for anyone right now. You don't have to waste my time or John B's time trying to decide when you might not even be talking to either of us in five years. And you don't need to fix everyone's problems. Some people need to handle their own shit or they'll never learn."

"I don't want to lose you. Not now... not ever." Sarah whispered, her voice shaky and barely audible.

He swallowed. "I know. I want to- I want to stay friends. Just friends. My place is always available for you, Sarah, but I... I don't want to be strung along anymore. You should stay single for a while. Figure yourself out and figure out what you actually want." (Y/N) felt a weight lift off his shoulders and he let them slump, finally feeling in control of his life. Sarah remained silent, arms curling around herself, and he turned around, heading back to Topper and his irritated mother.

Topper perked up at the sight of him, seemingly noting the lack of Sarah's presence, and tilted his head. "We good?"

"Uhm... I need you to do me a favor. A quick favor, Top. John B's dad needs his son right now. He's in some trouble somewhere else and only John B can help him. I need you to tell Shoupe to let him walk free and if John B comes back after helping his dad, you can press charges and have him arrested on the spot." Topper's jaw clenched and (Y/N) stepped forward to take him by the shoulders. "I know it's fucked, trust me, I know. But... I won't be able to sleep at night without knowing if I could've helped someone get their father back. It's shitty and unfair that he'll be walking free but I promise you, I will testify if he decides to come back. I will tell you the moment he comes back and you can call Shoupe to take him to the station, alright?"

Topper quietly stared at him, hardened blue eyes studying his face. "Sarah got to you, didn't she? I'm telling you, man, if you keep going back to those fuckin' Pogues-"

"If they need my help to get Big John, I will help them but it'll be the last thing I do for and with them. They're- They're good people with good intentions but I'm not going to let them ruin my life. I don't need a criminal record or need to go through another life-or-death situation. I'm fine living without a treasure hunt or going on some adventure. Those things are... They're just not for me."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

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"South fucking America? What, is this Big John guy Indiana Jones or something? And El Dorado? Like the movie with the hot chick?" (Y/N) snorted quietly, eyes locked on the action movie playing on his television. Liv scoffed quietly and shoved her hand into the bowl of popcorn, nearly spilling some over onto the bed while she grabbed a handful and stuffed her mouth.

"I hate to break it to you, Liv, but that movie was inspired by El Dorado. The legend of a city of gold has been around for ages."

"And you're telling me some billionaire from Barbados is trying to track down a legend? He could be dining at five-star restaurants and taking trips to Bora Bora or Fiji or- fuck, I don't know, Dubai. And he's chasing a legend about gold? When he could be picking up the phone and getting a diamond hand-delivered to him? Money can buy you happiness but it certainly doesn't buy you a couple of braincells." Liv said between mouthfuls. (Y/N) sighed through his nose and reached around Liv to pick up his coke can from the nightstand, only pausing when his phone screen lit up with a new message. He took a swing from the coke and sat up, lifting his phone toward his face and squinting through the darkness.

JJ (Y/N) come 2 chatoe rn

Pope Chateau*

JJ its an emrgency

Pope It's not but we need you

Licking the soda and hint of butter off his lips, (Y/N) cleared his throat and turned to look at Liv. "I'm going to head out. I'll be back soon." He told her and shoved his phone into his back pocket. Liv blinked owlishly at him, mouth agape as she watched him put his sneakers on and grab his car keys.

"What? But we just started the marathon!"

"I know, I know. I'll make it up to you by suffering through one of your little Hallmark movies." He flashed her a grin and spun on his heel, hearing the sound of her huffing and puffing growing distant when he descended the stairs. Stepping out into the cool night air, (Y/N) took in a deep breath and reminded himself: just one more adventure and nothing more.

The drive to the Chateau had been a quick one with barely any traffic on the road. The sight of the raggedy, worn-down mobile home made him grimace, the thought of its owner leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He could see the Pogues gathered around near the old tree, the lights intertwined around the branches illuminating the ground below. (Y/N) shut off the engine of his car and climbed out, closing the door behind him and drawing their attention. JJ grinned widely at the sight of him and swung his arm around his shoulder when he grew near.

"There's my little prince! I knew we could count on you."

"Don't celebrate just yet." (Y/N) met John B's gaze, and the sight of the bruise on his cheek nearly made his lips quirk. "The Thornton's aren't doing anything for now. They're not gonna let it go that easy."

"Still," JJ insisted and squeezed his shoulder. "It means a lot to us, man. Right, John B?"

"Yeah, thanks a lot." The brunette forced out through gritted teeth. Some satisfaction bubbled in his stomach at his forced words and he gave the others a quick glance. They all seemed equally happy, even a little excited. JJ bit his bottom lip and lightly shook his shoulders, finally spilling the beans.

"We're flying down to Orinoco thanks to Miss Cameron over here who convinced Ward to let her borrow the plane. We're going on a search and rescue mission to South America first thing tomorrow morning, ain't that right? We're flying first class, baby." JJ laughed, earning playful eye rolls from Kiara and Pope. John B cracked a small smile and lifted a beer to his lips. (Y/N)'s eyes gravitated toward Sarah and she offered a thankful yet sad smile.

"I, uhm... I have something else I want to share." She piped up and cleared her throat. "Since we've gotten back from the island, I've done some things that have hurt some of you. And- I don't- Poguelandia, guys. It's all I've been able to think about. We were all together on that island and it was a good thing, and I don't want to ruin a good thing. And I... I just want to know, are we all still in? Are we still all together? Because I am."

Kiara smiled softly. "Yeah. Always." She replied and stepped toward the blonde to embrace her warmly. Cleo and Pope smiled widely at her and moved in as well, each giving her a tight, reassuring hug while sharing chuckles and murmurs. JJ kept his arm snugly around (Y/N)'s shoulders and pulled him along, wrapping his other arm around Pope's waist. They looked toward John B expectantly and after a moment of rubbing his sneaker into the grass, he moved forward to join them. He wrapped one arm around Sarah's shoulder and the other around (Y/N)'s.

"We're really doing this, huh?" Pope laughed.

"I think we should let loose tonight," JJ smirked widely. "What do ya'll think? We crack a couple beers, smoke a joint?"

"Definitely." Kiara giggled and her warm gaze lingered on the rowdy blonde for a minute too long. JJ whooped and slapped his hands against Pope and (Y/N)'s backs before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the joint. Pope shook his head at his antics and headed inside with Cleo and (Y/N) trailing behind.

And Christ, John B needed to do a deep clean of his house. (Y/N) stepped over a crinkled, stained covered shirt and lightly kicked aside an empty box of Cheerios. Cleo rummaged through the pantry and tossed snacks onto the table, some bags half-full and others barely touched, while Pope searched the living room for any board games he could find. JJ sauntered into the room with the others, already reeking of weed. He fiddled with the radio until a song he liked came on and plopped down on the couch to watch Pope spill some dominos on the table and brush aside the available snacks.

"(Y/N)," Sarah called out softly and nodded toward one of the rooms, specifically the one John B had gone into. He took the beer offered by JJ and drank some, letting it settle into his system before he followed her into the bedroom and watched the door close. (Y/N) leaned back against the wall, taking in the equally messy bedroom floor and poster-covered walls. The itch to start cleaning crawled up his back.

"So," John B began, awkwardly and forcibly. "What do you want, Sarah?"

"To get rid of any bad blood between the two of you. I... I fucked up. I hurt you both and neither of you deserved it. I'm sorry, really, I am. I'm not asking for you to be best friends but... it'd be good for all of us if you two were at least on decent terms. We're a family. Families fight and argue but at the end of the day, they come back together. If we're going to be a team-"

"I'm okay with.. apologizing. But, uh, JJ didn't give me much of a choice back there." (Y/N) inhaled and their questioning eyes jumped to him. "I'm helping out this time 'cause I don't want Singh to hurt anybody. After this, after we get back from South America... I'm not joining ya'll on any more adventures or treasure hunts or anything like that. The Pogues are great. It's fun but it's not a forever sort of thing for me."

"Fuckin' knew you'd ditch us eventually." John B murmured bitterly and shook his head.

"Pope lost his scholarship, Kiara's relationship with her parents is going down the drain, none of you have actual jobs or went to school regularly. I want to go to school, I want a diploma, I want to have a life that doesn't revolve around other people. I... I had a plan, even before meeting Sarah. I told the others about it but I don't know if they remember or think I changed my mind. I'm leaving the Outer Banks. The second I can get my hands on a high school diploma and enroll in college, I'm getting out of here. The plan was always to become roommates with Liv somewhere else."

"You- You can't just up and leave us," Sarah said quietly.

"The Pogue life is fun. It's great. But I've had enough shit on my plate these past few years. I'm tired, Sarah. It's not stupid or wrong to want a normal, regular life where I'm not constantly fleeing from someone or risking my well-being. If you want to be treasure hunters or constantly go on new adventures then great. I hope that life's fun for you. It wouldn't be for me. So, I'm sorry for hooking up with Sarah, John B. It was shitty of me. I'm not sorry for punching you. You've had it coming for a while."

"Yeah, okay, fair." John B sighed and stood up, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry for... everything, I guess. I hope you get what you want. The Pogues will be here if you ever need anything from us." With that, he exited the room and closed the door behind him, leaving the two alone with their thoughts. (Y/N) set aside the beer bottle and slipped his arms around Sarah's shoulders, tugging her carefully into his chest. She buried her face into his shoulder and they stood still like that, listening to the muffled sound of the radio and laughter in the next room.

"I'm glad you're in my life." She revealed softly and tilted her head upward to look at him. He smiled and brushed the hair out of her face, pushing strands behind her ears and combing through the hair that stuck up from her hectic day. Sarah leaned up and pressed her lips to his in a quick kiss before taking his hand and smiling. "We should enjoy ourselves tonight as Pogues."

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lapinbunwrites · 1 year ago

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Title: A Sleepy Proposal

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Relationship: Byleth Eisner/Claude von Riegan

Characters: Byleth Eisner, Claude von Riegan

Additional Tags: Post Verdant Wind Route, Fluff

Word Count: 495

Ao3 Link

Byleth couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Claude. The last she saw of him was in the Goddess Tower when the war shortly ended, he was gone in the wind. With the little amount of time they had spent together, he left a lasting impression on her, but she knew that she left an even bigger impression on him.

It was hard for her not to think of him right now, with the amount of work that she had to do. She was overloaded with problems to fix, from reforming the church, handling the lords both in the old Empire and the old Kingdom, dealing with the last reminits of the TWISTED, and dealing with uprisings for the late Emperor. It was a lot to deal with. She missed the days sitting down by a campfire with her old mercenary group, listening to old tales from her father. Now, she was ruling a new kingdom by herself.

Byleth placed her quill down, looking out the window to see the plushy grass swaying in the wind under the bright blue sky. The wind shortly picked up, flowing into the room she was sitting in, tussling her hair. It was truly hard not to see Claude in everything, it put a twinge of pain in her heart knowing that he was gone.

She couldn’t take this much longer, so she left her room to get a breath of fresh air. It felt nice being able to stretch her arms out in the open field. Byleth let out a little yawn as she laid down on the grass, feeling the warm sun on her face.

“Claude,” Byleth groggily said, shifting around, not realizing he shifted her head onto his lap.

“Good evening, Byleth,” Claude smiled, helping her sit up as he rested his back against his wyvern.

“When did you get back to Fódlan?” She yawned as she made herself comfortable by sitting in between his legs.

“A little while ago,” he said, yawning as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Someone’s a little tired,” she chuckled, nuzzling her head onto his chest.

“I rushed all the way here to ask you something,” he smiled, placing a kiss on her temple.

“What would that be?” Byleth asked, her voice lowering as she closed her eyes.

“I wanted to ask you if you wanted to marry me?” Claude asked, following her lead.

“I would love to,” she muttered before falling asleep against him.

“I love you,” he said, placing one last kiss on her head.

In a short few moons, their wedding took place in the same grassy field they fell asleep in. Byleth was in a beautiful black wedding with a wedding lacy wedding veil that was just as long as her dress. Claude matched her with a nice black suit that was accented with a lot of gold. It was a joyous day as they spent it around friends and partying for a full day.

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Not me over here forgetting to post this up on Tumblr a week and half after posting it up on Ao3. Anyway this is a revenge fic for cynical_mystic who gave me a lovely Sylveth fic months ago.

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dsmiind · 2 months ago

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(IM)POSSIBLE

Hiya, my name is Doris. I have an account on tik tok and I'm doing pretty good. It's something I wated for a while now. I enjoy it and I hope you will check it out if interested. It's ds.mind. Afew months ago I started writting a book. A spicy one. I enjoy reading so I got a few ideas and wrote my own..I will post some of it here, only a few chapters... I hope you'll read it and tell me your thoughts and complaints on it. It's not published yet and I still have a lot of things to make better and change. It's about a girl who met her celebrity crush, but not the usual encounter, I would say...

Enjoy and thank you. <3

I keep recalling things we never did.

-Taylor Swift

CHAPTER 1

ASTORIA

I'VE NEVER BELIEVED IN MIRACLES. LIKE, I BELIEVED THAT THERE IS MORE THINGS that we humans know of, but the things that happened to me were im(possible). I just left my job because they were dicks. Allegedly my coffee was awful, although, my job should have been photography. Oh yes and I left my boyfriend. I was living with him at that time and everything was okay...but I was never normal girl. I always imagined more for me. I believed in real, raw, passionate love and I never got it from Joah. It was childish, cute but never more. And the sex was awful. So, after we broke up, I felt empty and in need of something new. I left town a bit after that happened. It was bitter and sad but I wasn't heartbroken because I think that our relationship was a pure habit. As bad as that sounds it's true, we just didn't want to admit it. So, enough sad talk, it was my first moving day. My mom, or how my brother would call her, Sara and sister were helping me to bring things upstairs. My brother Leo and dad were fixing some broken stuff. It was okay apartment, considering it in the center of the city and the price was affordable. I, sure, should start to look for a job but that's problem for another day. My parents are paying for first few months as a reward for finishing college. I hated being dependent on someone but it's okay for now I said to myself. „I am really happy for you, Astoria, this is really big!“ my sister almost shouted. „Thank you, Maria. After everything, every tear and damn nerves that I lost in that damn law school, this is well deserved. I had a very good relationship with my siblings, we were a very happy family. Although I lived away from them when I was in college, I was sad because this time was a little different. Now, we would be 1,5 hour of drive away, on good days...

I watched Maria and mom leaving with a few boxes in the apartment. I sat for a bit on the bench next to the moving van to appreciate where I am and how happy I am. It was mid September, New York was beautiful at this time of the year. It was warm but also you could sense some chill in the air, and as my phone says, we could expect rain soon. Works for me cuz today all I had to do was unpack everything and chill. I don't have any obligations other than looking for a job and finding myself in this big city. Honestly, living in the countryside was much better for me, I loved it more. I was working with my family on the fields, looking after our animals. We enjoyed our everyday, mid day, coffee and tea. Unfortunately there are no jobs available for a photographer. So city it is.

CHAPTER 2

ASTORIA

AFTER THEY HAD LEFT, I STARTED TO UNBOX EVERYTHING AND PUT IT IN THEIR PLACES.

The closet was way too small for all my stuff but what can you do? That took a few hours so I took a little break, made myself a yogurt bowl and chilled for a bit. After scrolling on social media for what felt like 6 hours, I stumbled upon something that was unbelievable. Asher Miller is doing a live interaction with his fans at event...TOMMORROW!! I looked at it in pure shock. „Gosh...“

Asher is a very famous actor, and I may or may not have a huge crush on him for like a few years now. He is 35 years older than me so that would make him 58, he has a wife, and two daughters. I know how this looks but don't judge. I mean it's not like I'm in love with him. Okay, maybe a bit, but I never in my life thought that I would actually be in a position to be this close to him, let alone meet him. That crush started like every other girl crushing on a celebrity actor. I would watch pictures on pinterest, see all the movies that he was in, tiktok edits. But after some time, it just evolved into something deeper. Like, I couldn't explain it, but I wouldn't find any other guy attractive. Not a bit, and I would find myself thinking and imagining fake scenarios with him, every day and night. --- Okay, you get the point. But this is it, I could really see him tomorrow night. There is no damn way that I'm speaking with that man but I COULD SEE HIM. After my shock faded a bit, I immediately called Maria. It ringed a few times, it felt like an eternity, but she finally picked up. „Maria, now listen to me because this is unbelievable." She listened. „Fucking Asher Miller is coming to the city tommorrow to have some live thing. I don't even know, with fans!!“ First, nothing. Just silence...then she shouted. „Astoria, you have to go, this is all you've ever wanted. You will see him!!! I wish I was there with you, but you're going.“ She was damn right, I am going. „You have to dress sexy, maybe he spots you, you never know!!" I knew that, so I cut our conversation short, and after that, I went to buy a ticket. Thankfully, there was still available tickets, just more expensive. Because it was last minute. It was an event about whiskey. He would be there as, of course, a few other famous actors because they all had their whiskeys so that's a link why. That night I was so nervous I couldn't sleep, I turned and shifted in my bed. I was thinking and dreaming about how it will all be and will he maybe notice me. I knew it was unlikely but hey, a girl can dream. I still can't believe I will see him in real life. Then I started to wonder if I like him as well as through the screen or will he be different, I was very interested. Part of me wanted him to be as attractive to me as he is through the TV. Like, on every interview he got compliments from both women and men. On the other part I hoped he would be different in person so that I could forget about my obsession with him.

CHAPTER 3

MORNING CAME SO FAST, YET SO SLOW.

I haven't slept too much but it was enough. I got up, made myself some breakfast, and chilled on my phone. First, I was looking and searching for some jobs, and then TikTok, of course. It might be an obsession at this point. I loved watching people organize and stage their new houses. Also, I loved cooking videos and people decorating for holidays. Although my for you page was full of Asher. Two hours passed like nothing, and a few more hours separated me from getting ready for that damn event. I texted with Maria the whole time, she was more excited for me than me myself, if that's possible. I called my mom and dad, texted my brother, to catch up with them, because we called every few days. I like that about us. We were a very close knit family, but they couldn't understand my obsession with Asher. I mean, I don't blame them because he was married and a famous man and I don't know what I expect them to say. They were happy that I'm going to my first event in years and they told me to have fun. 6 o'clock came and it was time to start to get ready. I first washed my hair, and put it in a heatless curls method I learned from one girl on TikTok. Then, I did my makeup the best possible. And of course that when you need it to look perfect it won't. So I took everything off, cleaned my face, and did it again. This time was perfect. I had clean skin so thank God it was easy. I did a light eyeliner, lashes and a lot of blush, as like I won't blush immediately when I see HIM. I put lip butter on my lips and waited for my hair to be done. I had one hour to spare before I had to go so it was okay. As I sat on my couch I started to think about how would all of it would look. But nothing came to mind. I couldn't even imagine meeting him because it felt impossible for too long that even now it felt like that. I never was a girl that was obsessed with someone or even celebrity crushes, and I'm not gonna be that girl now. I wasn't obsessed, like I wouldn't chase that man down. I wouldn't even ask him for a picture if I ever saw him on the street, as if that was ever a possibility. I don't know. It felt weird and inhumanly to do so. I always thought that celebrities are normal people and deserve to have a normal life. As much as possible.

And, of course, you can guess the weather outside. It's freaking raining like there is no tomorrow. I called a cab because I knew it would take a lot of time to get there. I put on my dress. It was a basic, but sexy dress, with a little cleavage that showed my little perky boobs. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath I put on my best parfume and my black heels with a black bag. After I let my hair down, comb it and spray it, my cab was already here. I locked my doors and got in the car as quickly as possible not to get wet. The drive was okay, slow because of the traffic, loud because of the rain and all the cars passing. Driver was very nice and left me right in front of the building where the event was. I paid, thanked him and headed in there. I had to get to the 3rd floor. I stepped in the elevator and I was so dizzy I almost fell – that's how nervous I was. My breathing was fast and short. Ding – and there I was, WhiskHEY event, full of all kinds of people, but also it felt very normal and relaxed. Everyone was so classy, even the waiters were in suits. They walked throught the crowd and offered us some whiskey and champagne. In the right corner was a band prepping for their five minutes on stage and everything was full and noisy. Not my type of a night out but I know why I was here. And people say that if you want something you never had you have to do something you never did. I stood a few rows further away from the stage. Everyone started to talk quietly and then a woman came and introduced us all in the event and all the actors in it. „Welcome everyone, it's a pleasure to welcome you to our 5th WhiskHEY event. Tonight there will be a lot of guests. Each one of them will present their drink a bit and they will chat with you after that. Don't forget we have an awesome band, as well. Enjoy. I leave the stage to them. I heard a lot of famous names, she mentioned, but couldn't see anyone yet. At that moment everyone started clapping and cheering so ,naturally ,I knew he's gonna come out now. And I was right, HE stepped on the stage at that very moment.

CHAPTER 4

HE LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE ON THE SCREEN.

Tall, skinny, tattooed arms and fingers, short shirt, black jeans. He looked so sexy with his gray and black beard and his damn smile while he crunches his nose. He was literally a walking sex god. I was looking at him for some time while some other actor spoke. Honestly, I didn't even got what he was saying. Something about his career, the whiskey he made and all about it, I have no clue. I heard nothing. I was staring at him, lost track of time or space, actually I think I wasn't even breathing. Fortunately, I managed to come to my senses when the other actor took the mic. I drank a little bit of champagne that got warm in my hand and listened to Enrick Jones. (Another famous actor, who starred in one movie with Asher). I was so deep in my thoughts I didn't notice that Asher's turn was next. I snapped out of it and took a few pictures then sent it to Maria, who freaked out and sent probably approx. a thousand stickers and emojis. I watched and listened so closely to everything he said. He spoke about his family and how happy he is with his life and career. Don't get me wrong I am happy for him, but Jesus, I couldn't help it. I felt some strange feeling in my stomach. I felt all kinds of feelings, my body was so hot, and my face burning while I watched him. After him, there were 3 more guys who spoke about their things and they were gone from the stage. The intro of them talking wasn't long, you figured. But, that's because they'll have a chat with fans in a few minutes.. The audience welcomed, again, that woman from the start. She said that the meet and greet will be starting now. Staff started to put stools and tables on the stage for them and people started to crowd. I knew that there was no way in hell I'm going to talk to him. Even though Maria sent like a hundred messages about how I should go and meet him, but I couldn't. If I met him, I think I couldn't move on with my life.

I should've left earlier, because now it's so crowded I can barely move. I don't understand the rush. Room is big but small enough to see and hear them no matter how far you are. I stood there for a minute more, waiting for space to clean a bit. At that moment, the waiter was passing by, so I put my glass on the tray. Finally I turned around to leave. I was looking at my feet because I didn't wanna trip and fall in my heels, but then I bumped into someone. Brick wall, tall man stood in front of me in the crowd. „Damn, I'm sorry, darling.“ He smiled gently and put his hand, friendly, on my shoulder. Our eyes locked and then I figured it was Asher!!!

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As N walked through the bustling Nimbasa streets, the late autumn chill clinging to his face, his heart pounded in his chest with some kind of adrenaline. He wasn’t sure why. It was this strange sense of urgency to get somewhere, flooding his nerves and overriding his senses. Where, exactly? He wasn’t sure. All it told him was to keep moving. This feeling followed him around quite often- it became especially prevalent in large crowds, for reasons he wasn’t sure of.

It was something his father often… ridiculed him about. One of many things the man saw potentially detrimental to his status of king. “You mustn’t clam up like this when you’re in front of a large audience, it’s unbecoming.” He vividly recalled a specific lecture from when he was thirteen. “Once you bear the crown, your followers will look to you for guidance.”

It was one quirk N still hadn’t been able to shake over the years, even after his coronation. Having so many eyes on him, so much noise around him, it made his body freeze like a Deerling in the headlights and his mind race like a Zebstrika across a field. He wish he understood why his fight-or-flight instincts activated over something so trivial. It was one of the few problems he’d never been able to solve.

“You’re just shy,” his sisters would tell him as a child, after he vented to them while they brushed and braided his hair. “It’ll go away as you get older.” It didn’t. If anything, it’d seemed to worsen after he’d left the castle.

So many new sights, smells, voices different from the ones he’d grown up with all his life- he felt like a Basculin out of water in this big, brand new world. Father had been preparing him for it his entire life, yet he still found himself overloaded with all this new information his brain had to process. Reading about it in books or hearing of it from someone else was one thing- experiencing it all in person was another.

He unintentionally bumped shoulders with a woman during his frantic speed-walk to somewhere, anywhere, more secluded, earning a “Hey, watch it!” that he barely even registered. The frustration bubbling up inside him churned at the contact, but he kept the lid on firm. Too loud. Too big. Too much. I can’t think straight out here.

Before long, the amount of passerby’s seemed to dwindle, until he found himself at a secluded little park area located somewhere in what he suspected was the east side of the city. Relief flooded through him like a dam bursting open upon spotting the smallest patch of nature amongst the city grays, and he immediately made his way to a nearby wall to collapse back against it.

A long exhale escaped him as he reached a hand up to fix his hat. A presence emerged behind him, but he didn’t startle at it. Nor did he when its voice rung out in his ear.

“N, there you are,” his Zoroark companion spoke as it stalked out from the shadows. The black and red fox perched beside him, blue eyes focusing on the glisten of sweat visible on his forehead. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Nox,” he assured. “Wish someone would have warned me about how… overwhelming cities were.”

“Hm, it’s not as bad as Castelia though, right?” The dark-type questioned, sprawling out on the shaded, lush green grass.

“No, but I’d been hoping Nimbasa would be a little less worse.” He huffed. “Castelia is bigger and more populated, but Nimbasa somehow feels… louder?”

“The majority of it is tourist attractions, so maybe that’s why,” Nox scoffed, looking up to the outline of the Ferris wheel looming against the pale blue backdrop of the sky.

N’s eyes were drawn to it as well, but he appeared a tad more fascinated by it than the Pokémon at his side. “Maybe,” he agreed. “If I didn’t know there were going to be a dreadful amount of people everywhere, perhaps I’d want to go see it all for myself.”

“Do not lose sight of why we’re out here, brother,” the fox said matter-of-factly, licking his paw and running it over his fluffy mane. “We did not embark on this journey to frolic about aimlessly and see the sights. We’re on a mission.”

“I know, I know,” N sighed at the lecture, but a lighthearted smile rose to his lips as he reached over to ruffle his companion’s fur. “Trust me, no one understands that more than me. You’re starting to sound like father.”

The Zoroark gives him a disgruntled noise and swats away his hand. N chuckles, then turns away to stare thoughtfully up at the sky, but Nox’s ear twitches when he picks up a faraway sound his human sibling cannot yet detect.

“Someone approaches,” he warns, suddenly springing up from his spot and bounding away without further elaboration. N’s eyes follow after him and he quirks a brow, unaware of the footsteps quickly rounding the corner before some heavy force comes knocking into his side.

“Gyah!” He nearly jumps out of his skin and scrambles for balance, catching himself on the wall behind him, as whoever just nearly trampled him sputters out frantic apologies. His head swivels and immediately spots the head of vibrant, pecha-berry colored hair.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you the-” Their head lifts, and brown eyes reveal themselves from underneath the pink fluff. “-Wait, N?”

“Bl-Blake?” He stammers, and suddenly becomes acutely aware of the awkward, newborn baby Bouffalant stance he’s in. His face heating up, he promptly straightens himself up and faces them, having to tilt his head down a significant amount due to their nearly one-foot height difference. “U-uhm, hi.”

“Hey,” Blake chuckles back, bemused and still a bit frazzled by their previous collision. “Funny seeing you here. Sorry I almost, uh, ran you over.”

“It’s- it’s fine,” he says, averting away from their eyes to adjust his shirt collar and brush nonexistent dirt off his pants. Why was he suddenly so concerned with looking presentable right now? “Wh- why were you in such a hurry? Is something wrong?”

“I, well-” They lean to the side to glimpse past him, eyes searching for something but their lips purse when they don’t find whatever it is they’re looking for. “It’s- it’s nothing, don’t worry about it. Just- just getting my morning jog in, haha!”

He looks back, and feels confused at their obvious lie, but doesn’t comment further on it. With that brief moment of chaos over now, though, he starts to feel strange flutterings in his stomach and chest. Not the nervous kind that had been bubbling in his gut like a sickness before- this one feels more… delighted? He was happy to see them.

“I see,” he clears his throat, and slides his hands inside his pockets. He wasn’t really sure how to go about expressing said joy, in a way that didn’t come off as too overbearing. “Um, how have you been? I-it’s been a while since we last met.”

“I, uh- I’ve had… a-a couple of pretty crazy last few days, if I’m being honest,” they admit with a shrug, rubbing the side of their neck. They relax a little though, and smile up genuinely at him. “It’s good to see you again, though. You’re a sight for sore eyes after the hell of a week it's been.”

“Oh, I'm glad to see you too,” he feels that heat from before rise to his face again, and there’s a slight swell of relief knowing that the feeling is mutual. It’s joined by concern, however, at the mention of their journey taking a stressful turn as of late. He notices it now; the tiredness behind their eyes, a low kindling fire that has almost burnt out. “I’m sorry to hear that you’re having a hard week, though… what happened? If you- if you don't mind me asking."

"Oh god, where do I start?" They groan, deflating back against the brick wall and dragging a hand down their face. "I feel like everything that could go to shit has gone to shit. My friend's Pokemon nearly got stolen, I just about went through hell to get it back, then another friend ran off into the desert and ate sand, and-"

He's taken aback by that last part. "I'm sorry- what?"

"And that's not even the worse stuff!" They rant on, throwing their arms up in exasperation. "Gah- I'm sorry, I'm not trying to dump all this on you. How's your week been?"

"Pretty... pretty normal," he says, still bewildered by their own telling of their recent endeavors. "I earned my third gym badge from Burgh."

"You did?" They sit up and beam at him. "That's awesome!"

He manages an somewhat forced smile and thanks them quietly. Winning badges wasn't a momentous occasion like it was for most others, in his eyes anyways. It never felt right to treat winning at a barbaric competitive practice as something to celebrate. In his case, it was only out of necessity to achieve his goals.

"I won mine too, actually," they announce, lifting up their jacket to display the three badges pinned on the inner fabric. "I'm not actually looking to challenge the league, though, I'm just doing a badge gathering run."

This new information intrigues him. "You aren't? Why's that?"

"Two leagues is enough for me," they reply nonchalantly, slightly adjusting the choker around their neck with their index finger. “But I enjoy the battling, collecting and running around parts.”

“I see…” N considers their words cautiously. He thought taking on the League in pursuit of some “strongest of them all” title was selfish enough, but doing it without even a set goal in mind? Just to collect some shiny trinkets?

He didn’t let his biases and apprehensions cloud his judgement just yet, though. Blake was different, he was sure of it. The way they had with their Pokémon, it was unusual compared to other trainers- there was a clear, undeniable bond there, even with the presence of a language barrier. Not just that, either- they were a known, modern day hero. The very thing he strived to become. There was still more he could learn from them, things he wouldn’t learn by shutting them out like he did all the others.

Maybe I could even convince them to join me? He didn’t want to stretch his hopes too high. But they’d seen the heart of the evil in the world with their own two eyes, the wrongs he’d been destined to right. If anyone were to understand, it might be them.

He drew a deep breath, and his eyes briefly fell to the Pokéballs hanging from their belt. He held back a wince. As much as he despised the contraptions, he knew they’d become cemented as a norm in today’s society. It's fine. He’d cross that bridge when he got to it.

“And your Pokémon- do they… enjoy doing this with you?” He inquires, wanting to learn more before he presses any further. They raise a brow like the question to that answer is obvious.

“Of course,” they say. “What’s the point if the Pokémon aren’t having fun?”

This answer surprises him, and he tries to hide his doubtfulness in the way he eyes them. “How can you be sure? You can’t understand them.”

“Well, not through words like you can, no,” they concur, hoisting themself onto the wall to sit, propping an arm up on their knee. “But I think after spending so much time with them, I just kinda… know? It’s hard to explain.”

Had he heard that come from anyone else, he would’ve thought it pretentious. With Blake, though, he’d seen this wordless teamwork and unity in action. He’d seen them fight before, the way their Pokémon listen so seamlessly to their commands. Not just because they feel they need to, or are being forced to- it’s out of genuine trust. They truly are unlike the trainers his father told him of. The complete opposite, in fact. Maybe a pinnacle for how they all should be.

“…I wish more trainers were like that,” he murmurs. “So many just assume they know what their Pokémon are thinking. Or they have absolutely no clue, and don’t even bother making the effort to try.”

“…I guess some do, yeah. But I think making mistakes like that is just part of being a trainer,” They turn their gaze out towards the city, watching people and Pokémon pass by, going about their daily lives alongside each other. “It's... part of being human, actually. Understanding your Pokémon isn’t something you can do in a day. You’ve gotta work at it, y’know?”

What about the Pokemon that are subject to those mistakes? He wants to say, but doesn't, for fear as coming off as hostile. He just hums dully in acknowledgement, trying to think of a way to present his views to them in a way that’d make sense to them.

"I suppose," he starts, tapping a finger against his hip. "But... do you really think that's fair? To them?"

It's clearly not the response they'd been anticipating. "What?"

"Pokemon, they're so... ingrained into our lives," he mutters, eyes flicking to where a person is walking their Herdier nearby. The canine struggles against the leash to sniff at a spot in the grass, but its human just gripes at it and pulls it along with a strong tug. The Pokemon slumps, and begrudgingly follows with an annoyed huff through its nostrils. "Everyone treats it as normal, but I can't help but wonder... are they all really happy that way? It’s not like they ask to be involved with us, most of the time.”

“What do you mean…?” They ask, hints of suspicion creeping into their tone.

He's about to continue, when an abrupt ringing sound cuts him off. He's so alarmed by it that he nearly falls over again, but relaxes when he sees the younger trainer fish their phone out from their pocket. He observes the blinking eyes of the Rotom on the back of the device's red case curiously as they tap a button to answer an incoming call.

"Hello? Cheren?" They hold the phone up to their ear. "What's going on?"

N can't make out the muffled voice of the person on the other line, but from the way Blake's face quickly twists into one of unease, it doesn't take long for it to click that something's amiss.

"What? You saw them too? Gah, I knew I wasn’t just seeing things earlier-" They pace away a few steps, and N's legs move on their own to follow after them. "In the amusement park-? Shit, okay, I'm close by, you search one side and I'll search the other."

After a few more quickly exchanged words with the caller, they hang up and hastily whip back towards N. "I'm sorry, I have to go, Cheren just called and he said Team Plasma is in the area-"

"Hang on," He stops them, reaching a hand out in request for them to wait. "Team Plasma? What do they have to do with anything?"

"You remember, the people from that rally in Accumula? Yeah, long story short, they're a group of criminals, and over the last few weeks they've been making my life HELL.”

They turn to hurry off, only succeeding in leaving him even more baffled. He stands there stupefied for a moment, before shaking his head to snap himself out of it and jog after them.

"Blake, wait!" He calls out, his panic increasing by the second. What did they mean? What had Team Plasma done to them? This could skewer things if I don't resolve it quick. "What do you mean? Did they do something to you?"

They come to a stop at the center of the lively, teeming with people fairgrounds, head swiveling from side to side in search, eyes scanning the crowd like a Braviary. N pants for air and catches himself on his knees, a somewhat embarrassing testament to his stamina considering the distance they ran really wasn't that great, but he has more pressing matters.

"Yes, and I’m not about to let them get away with it," The pink-haired trainer growls bitterly under their breath, fists curling into tight balls. “Not this time.”

"Wh-what did they do, exactly?" He asks, sounding more desperate than he’d intended.

“Where the fuck do I begin?” They rant, throwing an arm up in exasperation. “The time when I caught them kicking around an innocent Munna? Or when they stole a little girl’s Pokémon? When they stole one of Bianca’s Pokémon? When they permanently disabled one of mine?!”

The longer they raved on about their experiences with Plasma so far, the more abject horror spread across N’s face. No, there was no way his followers did any of that. It was against everything they valued and stood for.

It had to be a misunderstanding. One of the sages must’ve stepped out of line, or just didn’t give very clear orders. Whatever the case, he had to fix it. He couldn’t let that be the image they held of Team Plasma.

They looked like they were about to storm off again, and without even thinking, he reached out to snatch their wrist, a bit too forcefully than he meant. They whip back towards him and give him an incredulous look, but don’t try to pull away yet. “N, what are you-”

“I, um,” His eyes immediately fix onto the festival in the distance, and an idea manifests in his head. “Let’s go ride the Ferris wheel. We might be able to spot where they’re hiding out from the top.”

“That…” They take a moment to consider his offer. “…uh, that could actually work.”

“Great,” he nods and starts pulling them along without any hesitation. It was out of character for him to take initiative like this, but he had to clear all of this up. “Let’s go.”

I have to explain everything, he thought, maneuvering his way past fair-goers. At some point during their jog across the festival grounds, his grip on their wrist turns into a gentle but firm clasp around their hand, determined not to get separated in the crowd. If anyone will understand, it’s them.

Soon enough, they arrive at the back of the line, and he’s relieved to see that it doesn’t look too unbearably long. Might take them around five minutes to reach the front, give or take.

His ears pick up the sound of soft clicking beside him, and he glances over to see them releasing each of their team from their Pokéballs. Yet again, their party has changed since he last saw them- the Servine and Panpour are still the same, but the Woobat has evolved, and they’re now joined by a Krokorok and Yamask.

“Any of you guys wanna ride the Ferris Wheel with us?” They ask, smiling sweetly at the five. The Krokorok eyes the Ferris Wheel up ahead apprehensively, and refuses, preferring the comfort and familiarity of solid ground. The Swoobat also declines, saying if he wants to go that high he’ll just fly up himself.

“King, do you want to go?” The Panpour asks the Servine, eagerly grasping her leafy hand with her soft paws. The grass snake seems a bit flustered by the gesture, but doesn’t try to reject it.

“I suppose, if anything to keep an eye on you and Blake…” she mutters, then fixes her gaze on N. The two lock eyes for a few long seconds, but she doesn’t say anything. He decides not to, either, noticing how she doesn’t seem interested in engaging in conversation with him.

“What’s a Ferris wheel?” The Yamask inquires, holding its mask close itself as it marvels up at the towering, slowly rotating contraption.

“It’s a ride humans like to go on for fun,” the Swoobat explains, flapping over to the little ghost. “They can’t fly or levitate like you and me, so that’s how they try to see the world from our point of view!”

“That sounds fun!” Yamask exclaims, floating up to hang to his trainer’s arm. “I wanna go!”

N smiles over at the spectral creature, only to glance down and stiffen when he realizes his hand is still intertwined with Blake’s. They notice at the same time he does, and exchange glance with him before letting go and shuffling away sheepishly.

“I love Ferris wheels,” he says in an attempt to make conversation, hoping his embarrassment isn’t outwardly noticeable on his face. “The circular motion, the mechanics… They're like collections of elegant formulas.”

“We had one back in Wyndon,” they reply, watching the wheel go around with a reminiscing fondness. “It’s- it’s a city in Galar. I lived there during my reign as champ.”

“You were… sixteen during that, weren’t you?” he asks, wanting a way to pass the time before they reached the front of the line. “So did your family have to pack up and move there after you won?”

“Nope, I just stayed with Leon. He was the champion before me,” they explained. “He’s my best friend’s older brother, so it was fine. It wasn’t like moving in with a stranger, haha.”

“What was it like?” They draw closer to the ride entrance, and his heart speeds up in anticipation. He’s only half focused on the conversation, and more preoccupied with figuring out what he’s going to say once they get on the ride. “W-Wyndon, I mean.”

“Well, a lot like Nimbasa, actually,” they respond, tucking one hand into their jean pocket. “Crowded, loud, lots to see. Though I think it’s about as big as Castelia. You- uh, probably wouldn’t like it.”

He lifts a brow, and they smile understandingly. “You don’t really seem like a big city guy.”

“Hah, you’d be right,” he confirms, pulling his hat down a little. “I’m just- like that with busy places in general, to be honest.”

“I thought so,” they nod as they arrive at the steps leading up to the ride. “You’d probably like it more in Postwick. Big open fields, friendly farming community, peace and quiet.”

“That does sound nice…” He takes a moment to try and picture the place in his mind, imagining the rolling green hills and the flocks of Wooloo scattered about them like bunches of clouds. “I think I’d visit a place like that.”

“Who knows? Maybe I can show you it someday!” They suggest. “If you ever decide to travel there, I mean.”

Needless to say, the offer leaves him surprised. “Y-you would do that?”

“Sure. What are friends for?”

Friends. Hearing the words makes him stop in his tracks, and he almost forgets to follow them up into the carriage after they pay for the ride. He doesn’t move until he hears a few people behind him grumble, and he quickly snaps out of it and stumbles up the iron steps. Ducking into the cab, being careful not to have his hat knocked off on the way in, he takes the seat across from them. The three Pokémon who agreed to join hop in one at a time after him, and Blake scoots closer to the window to offer them all room to sit.

The operator gives them the obligatory warning not to try and shake the cabin in any way, then gives them both a thumbs up and a “enjoy the ride!” before sliding the door shut.

As he feels the ride start to move underneath them, he shuffles anxiously and locks his gaze onto the fellow trainer, his friend, and swallows hard. They’re having their Yamask settle into their lap, letting it rest its back on their hand for support. He still hasn’t completely figured out what he’s going to say to them yet, but at the very least, they’re alone and in a quiet space now, so his thoughts feel significantly more clear.

After a few more passengers board the cabins below, the ride properly starts, gliding along in a smooth clockwise motion and raising them up further and further. N releases the breath he’d been holding, instinctively reaching for his void cube to fidget with it. Here goes.

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kitkatpadywaks · 1 year ago

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The Start Of Something New.

Part 9 Of La Mechancete De La Vie.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 895

A/N: It's Back! I had this chapter in my drafts for months and just finalised it so I could post it. I will finally be writing new chapters for this story for the first time in 7 months- I initially tried to force myself to continue it at the time but instead burnt myself out (hence why this instalment is so short).

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Life's power booms. The surge is felt across the entirety of the universe, every realm and by all beings and people alike. Each entity, from Heaven to Hell, from Time and Night, and their Endless children, feel Life's power. They all look to the source, to the Void, and shiver.

Except for Dream of the Endless, he merely smiles sadly at the familiar feel of his lover, silently wishing her luck in her endeavours, whatever they are.

Life smiles as she walks across a field of lush green grass, brightly lit despite the black Void swirling above it. Her arms extend, and another burst of power explodes from her body, and flowers, plants and trees, never seen in creation, sprout at the edge of the field and expand as far as the eye can see.

The immortal beings of the universe shiver again, wondering, terrified, what Life is up to.

Destiny looks through his book, finding nothing, much to the irritation of the Kindly Ones, whose conversation Life interrupted with her demonstration of power.

Life laughs with glee, "I did it. I did it!" She jumps around, coming to a stop when she realises she's alone, her mood souring slightly. She ponders on the decisions she has made since her imprisonment, annoyed that, in a way, she's still playing by the rules made by the beings who want to see her fail.

Old habits die hard. Life supposed. But what could she do? Realistically, anything. But at what cost?

She could continue to play by the rules or make her own. Life is leaning towards the latter, as following theirs had already cost her a relationship with the one she loves.

Life freezes, the realisation making her mind race. I love him. Fuck. I love him.

Her mood sours even more as she thinks about how they left things and how to fix them. Though- she supposed she already knew how to fix it. But how much would change? Did she care about the inevitable repercussions she would have to deal with from the Kindly Ones and Destiny?

No, not particularly.

She feels a strange pull in her being, confusing her until flapping wings reach her ears.

So that's what it feels like when someone enters my realm.

"Hello, Matthew." She lifts her hand slowly, a tree growing from the ground next to her, stopping at her shoulder so the raven will be eye to eye with her when he lands on one of the three branches.

"Hey, Life. How you doin'?"

Life smiles at the raven as he shuffles awkwardly on the branch, eyeing the purple leaves attached to it. "I'm well. What brings you to my realm?"

"Your realm? Is this what all those bursts of power were for? To make your own realm?"

"Yes. Why? What did people think it was?"

"The end of existence."

Life laughs at that, the veins in the purple leaves glowing gold in response to its creator's amusement. Life looks at Matthew fondly, "You didn't answer my question, Matthew. Why are you here?"

"Boss has gone to have dinner with his siblings, and I was bored, so I thought I'd see what you're up to. And I was just wondering when you and the boss will make up." Matthew shuffles around and bows his head, feeling like he overstepped some boundaries. "He's been... upset since you left."

Life hums and clenches her fists, letting a beat of silence sit as she figures out what she wants to say, "I've been somewhat set in my ways, Matthew."

He looks at her confused, wondering where she's going with this, "How'd you mean?"

"I've changed so much over the years, and yet I still... I'm still abiding by rules that don't apply to me. I'm not sure what I'm doing, to be honest."

"What happens if you don't play by the rules?" The raven tilts his head.

"Certain beings will attempt to tell me off." Life smiles in amusement, knowing, as annoying as it would be, it wouldn't make a difference in what she does.

The raven stares at her, "Seems like you already know what you want to do."

Life nods and smiles at him, "I do. You're a good listener, Matthew. You're welcome to stay in my realm as long as you wish."

"Oh, thank you, my Lady." Matthew awkwardly bows, making Life chuckle.

"There's no need for that, Matthew."

"Right, okay, sorry. Oh."

Life raises an eyebrow at the raven, suddenly understanding what's wrong when she senses a second presence within Matthew.

"Boss is back." Matthew groans, "And wondering where I am."

The corner of Life's lips tilts up into a small smile, amused and unbothered as she has already blocked Dream's sight of her, allowing Matthew to choose to tell Dream about his visit.

Matthew sighs, "I should probably go. It was good seeing you, Life."

Life smiles fully this time, "And you, Matthew. You're always welcome in my realm. Visit any time you like."

"T-Thank you."

Matthew flaps his wings and takes to the sky, wanting to leave as quickly as possible so he doesn't have a chance to embarrass himself, knowing full well that if he could blush, he would have.

My realm. Life smiles at the thought, letting her power build once more. What should I add next?

Thanks for reading!

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pbandjesse · 9 months ago

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Last night was exciting. After I finished my post me and James were laying in bed watching TikToks when all of a sudden we got a tornado warning on our phones. It said to immediately find shelter, move to basements, ect. What the heck. We would collect Sweetp and headed downstairs. I kept coming back up to check. But we had the news going on my phone following it. And thankfully James had grabbed my battery pack. It was a little scary. The storm would pass over us around 903. But watching it on the radar was crazy. Seeing the way the storm was moving.

Once the scary part passed over us we would still wait until 930 when the warning expired, but while we waited we did some organizing down in the basement. We'll see going to set up some emergency stuff down there. Water and canned food and lights. We have candles and all of our camping stuff. I think it is a good idea to have some supplies just in case of bad weather or other emergencies.

I would get very very tired once we got back upstairs though. I don't know what was wrong but I was so tired I got so upset. And would fall asleep so fast.

Waking up was tough though. I let myself sleep in until 730. James waited to leave until I was awake. I got a good hug and then they were off.

I would take a bit to gather myself. I kept having to wander around the house because I felt like I was forgetting things. But I would leave by 750. And it seemed like the world was okay. The wind didn't touch down near us. But this was not true for everywhere else.

My commute would take an entire hour. And like it was not a bad drive at all. It was just all back roads because on my exit there was apparently so much stuff on the road that we were all diverged. And I tried my best to let people in and just be chill. Enjoyed my music and had my hash brown that James packed for me.

When I pulled up to camp I saw that there was a turtle on its back on the drive way!! I stopped and moved him to the side. I am not sure if he was blown off the hill or what but I felt so bad for him!! Like I love finding tortoises but not like that!! I hope he made it to where he needed to go.

I would park at arts and crafts and was sad to see my front tent (the new one) got twisted and knocked over. Later in the day I would attempt to set it right by myself but it didn't go amazing. I would realize it was torn and some of the poles had fully bent and cracked. I would get permission from Alexi to cut the canopy and now it's a half sized tent. And that was a really good way to salvage it.

I would spend much of the morning going through all of the Native American field trip stuff. I made some lists and found some things that I didn't realize needed to be replaced or fixed. It was hard mainly because I was tired and hot. But I was doing my best.

I would end up doing some cleaning during this time too. I shook out one of the astroturfs pieces and I didn't realize how dusty and dirty that was going to be and it got all over me and in my hair and eyes and it was horrible. I just washed my hair yesterday so I was really bummed. I felt disgusting. I would wash my face and legs but there wasn't much I could do. I just had to ignore it and when I got home later I would take a very good shower.

I took a walk over to stockade to look at the block houses. I realized that only the top left has bunk beds so me and Callie are going to leave stuffed animals in it on Monday morning to call it so no one else tries to grab it. I really hope that it works out. I was texting with Callie about our plans and it was fun to scheme with her.

I took a few minutes hammock break. I would work on my phone making a wish list for supplies. And I would have a phone call to discuss an upcoming market. I am excited to be a part of another little market community.

I would go down to the office to check in about supplies. I would have my little pizza lunch. I actually remembered my earbuds. I would watch some videos and enjoy the AC that they just put in yesterday. It was very humid outside and that mixed with how dirty I felt, the cool air was very welcomed.

I spent the afternoon continuing to work on program stuff. Getting ready for camp training to start. I made a to do list for next week when I will hopefully have help. And eventually I would end up back in the office. Where I asked for some tasks.

I was told to check with Joe about helping paint the new outdoor chalk boards. But he said they weren't ready for that. I would take a walk to look at the supplies but he was right and instead, after getting the gator and driving up to the tool shed to get supplies, I would spend the next hour and a half hanging pictures in the salt mines. I did a gallery system and I think it looks very good. Joe only expected me to finish one room but I finished all of them because I'm the best. And also I didn't measure. Eye balled it and I think it looks very good.

I would collect some stuff to bring to the art building for some ideas I have. Grabbed my favorite painting we had in the pile to hang up for me to enjoy. It's an old cream of wheat ad that I've loved since I was in grad school and saw the originals. So this was very exciting to me when I realized we had it.

I would return to the office again and went over all the specialty programs with Alexi so we could double check my supply lists as they were ordering things. They have been putting in a ton of work with all the buying. I wish they didn't wait until so late in the game but I understand it's a lot so I'm not to worried about it. We'll get what we need.

I got some computer tasks for tomorrow. And chatted with Heather about that. But at 4 it was time for me to go home.

And it wasn't a bad drive. A little traffic at the beltway but nothing terrible. I got back here at 430. And I was so dirty but I wanted to bring in some stuff first and I did but Sweetp tried to go out the front door and I smacked my hand into the door knocker and was so upset about it. But it was fine in the end. I got everything in ans out things away. I wanted to hang stuff but I was so overheated.

I went and took an excellent cool shower. And as I was getting dressed again James was getting home. I was very happy to see them. I made then go shower before they could hang out with me though because they were so sweaty. And after we hung out for a little bit they would go do their podcast and I would go downstairs to have some nachos.

I am hanging out on the couch now. But I think I have the energy to go work on hanging things. We will see. Wish me luck.

Tomorrow after work I have a friend date with a person named Jules. I am nervous!! I hope they are cool.

I hope you all have a great night. Taken are of yourselves. Goodnight!!

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cotecoyotegrrrl · 1 year ago

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Once Upon A Time - Still Kind Of Beautiful

Not exactly a holiday story

Sorry it's taken me so long to post the last chapter, work has been exploding getting ready for winter break and the end of the year.

You can find of this story in its entirety on A03 and FF

Part 4

She hadn’t meant to do it. Not any of it. Not at all. But seeing Gail so close last night, actually touching her, holding her if even for just one moment opened a door Holly couldn’t seem to close. She knew that it was stupid, unscientific, impulsive, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. Gail Peck felt like home.

An endless amount of teasing had already begun yesterday when her sister discovered she had made a date with Traci at the Penny to meet Gail’s daughter that night. Holly had tried to brush it off as taking a professional interest in a young woman who was important to Traci, and wanted to join her field of expertise. But her sister wasn’t fooled.

“Oh my God Holly! Just stop stalking her and talk with her already!” Laurel commented, with a superior smirk, when Holly told her where she were going last night, “What is this, Junior High School?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not stalking Gail! I’m meeting her daughter Sophie, Traci’s niece, to talk about her first year of pre-med at McGill!” Holly tried to sound indignant, even though she knew Laurel was right.

“Then why do you know exactly who and what I’m talking about when I haven’t even mentioned her name?” Laurel continued, raising one pointed eyebrow.

She was busted!

“Oh look! You’re blushing! That’s so cute!” Laurel laughed right in her face as the room suddenly became unbearably hot.

“I am not!” Holly sulked.

Later that night she was hoping her sister would be asleep when she got home, but no such luck. Laurel fixed her with a knowing stare when she “had that look in her eye” as she came in the door.

“You saw her, didn’t you.”

Holly shrugged, adjusting her glasses, smiling dreamily, not wanting to tell her sister she had actually hugged Gail this time.

“Seriously Holly, when are you going to stop pining away, and either ask Gail for another chance, or get over her? It’s only been ten years of this stupidity!” Laurel continued.

“I’m not pining away! And I have had other relationships, Ms. Smartypants!” Holly protested weakly.

“Whatever you say Holly. Then why do you always find an excuse to ditch perfectly nice women after no more than six months together? And why is it, on any given day, I could ask you what Gail has been up to, and you would know, and be able to give me a detailed answer?” Laurel needled her with a wry expression.

Holly sighed and declined to answer, concluding that it was probably best to say nothing in response. Her sister had, of course, been right. She always, annoyingly, was.

Gail still smelled the same, like sandalwood, and baking cookies, and coffee. It was intoxicating! Holly had almost forgotten, until last night. And now it’s all she could think about. It had driven her into the car with a weak excuse about checking out the new facilities at the morgue, only to find herself here, at Gail’s door. Like a woman possessed, climbing the front stairs, ringing the bell, feeling foolish, hoping no one is home, and praying that Gail is here all at once, Holly feels so out of control. When the door opens, the sight of Gail wearing her old blue hoodie, the one she left at Gail’s place a decade ago makes Holly’s heart skip a beat. It makes her ramble, and stutter, and stumble. As Gail catches her reflexively to stop her from completely falling, she can feel Gail’s arms tighten around her waist, pulling her closer than necessary. She can feel Gail’s heart beating right through her sweater. Looking up into those clear blue eyes, Holly knew she was a goner. She hadn’t meant to do it, but Gail’s lips are like a magnet, drawing her in.

The kiss is hungry, starving really, as she buries her hands in Gail’s hair and her tongue in Gail’s mouth. She hears the front door slam behind them, as Gail moans and sighs into her. Her knees begin to buckle at the sound. And just like that, Gail’s body is slamming her up against the nearest wall. She came here to talk, to try to catch Gail alone, to see if they could find a way to start over, or at least be friends, and yet somehow, they ended up like this. Maybe this is how they are meant to communicate, she thinks fleetingly, like a lightning strike in a forest, burning off the old to allow for new growth. It takes her back to interrogation rooms, and bathtubs, and her old office at the morgue, not that she’s complaining. Not when every cell in her body is on fire and rejoicing in the same way she is sure a wilting plant reacts to water. She can feel herself breaking, years of regret, and disappointment, and holding herself back, come crashing down at their feet, and pouring out from beneath her closed eyelids as Gail’s fingers slide inside her sweater and her coat, pushing them to the floor with a soft thud, without breaking the kiss. Salty, bittersweet tears flow onto Holly’s mouth changing the taste of Gail’s tongue from want to need, as she realizes with a gasp that Gail is weeping too. Cool, soft hands slide up her back, under her shirt, pulling her closer still, leaving a trail of fire on her skin. They are melting together, gasping, and shaking and clutching desperately at each other. Smoldering brown eyes open to lock with the blue grey storm that pierces her very soul. In this moment there is only them, there is only this.

“Oh my God… MOTHER!” The anguished cry rings out behind them, as the front door slams open breaking the spell.

Gail’s lips are ripped from hers and a cold breeze from the open door hits her like a slap where Gail’s body has just been. Holly lurches to her feet, awkwardly attempting to straighten her blouse, and put herself back together as she watches the scene before her unfold. Sophie standing wide eyed, mouth agape with shock in the doorway of Gail’s home, looking in horror from her to Gail and back before pushing roughly past them and running up the stairs, giving Holly a disdainful look as she goes.

“Sophie?” Gail calls softly to her daughter.

A bedroom door slams upstairs.

“Gail…” Traci begins, standing breathlessly on the doorstep, also looking from Gail to Holly and back, but with big motherly eyes this time.

“Don’t.” Gail warns her away with a vague wave of her hand.

The bedroom door slams again and Sophie descends scowling murderously at them all.

“Sophie! Where are you going young lady?” Gail commands, hands on her hips.

“What do you care?” Sophie shoots back, grabbing a very confused Leo by the arm. “Out! With people who I’m not interrupting! Come on Leo!”

Leo gives them all an apologetic half shrug and smile as he allows Sophie to drag him to her car.

“Sophie Katrina Peck! You get your ass back in this house right this second!” Gail storms after her, only to be stopped by Traci’s hand on her arm.

“Let her go.” Traci says quietly.

“Fuck!” Gail’s whole body deflates as she watches Sophie and Leo speed away in Sophie’s Honda Civic.

She digs the heels of her hands into her eyes as she sits abruptly on the stairs,

“She’ll be alright. At least Leo is with her.” Traci says quietly.

“Maybe I should go.” Holly says softly, getting her feet beneath her, feeling like her chest has been stomped on by an elephant.

“Don’t you dare!” Gail’s hand shoots out to grab her wrist hard, and then turning to glare at Traci, “What are you guys doing home so early? I thought your movie ended at five.”

“We went to The Human Genome Project at the Museum of Science instead.” Traci says with a shrug.

“Oh.” Gail says looking sadly up at her.

“She heard that Holly had a part in putting it together and wanted to impress her by having seen it.” Traci replies “Great.” Holly sighs, “And now she hates me.”

“No, but I do think she has a school girl crush on you, and walking in on you making out with her Mom may have burst her bubble.” Traci says with a smirk.

“Oh. That.” Holly shakes her head with a sad smile

“She does know about your past with Holly, right Gail?” Traci says as gently as she can.

“Nope.” Gail hangs her head and won’t look at either one of them.

“O – Kay…” Traci sighs

Gail continues, “ It… ah… never came up..? I mean it’s not like I’ve really dated anyone since I’ve had her.”

“No one?” Holly asks quietly.

“Nope.” Gail says, turning to face her, “She lost everything when her mom died, and I wasn’t going to bring someone else into our lives, just to have them leave and break her heart.”

“Oh.” Holly says sadly, feeling the impact of Gail’s words like a punch to her solar plexus.

“I’m sorry.” Gail says, seeing the pain register on her face, “I didn’t say that to hurt you, Holly.”

“That’s ok. I might kind of deserve it if you did.” Holly replies, deflated, unable to meet Gail’s eyes.

Traci clears her throat, “As much as I hate to break this up, I’m going to go home and wait to hear from Leo there. You two have a lot to talk about. And remember Gail, everyone deserves the chance to be happy, even you.”

“Thanks Traci.” Gail gets up to give her an unexpected hug, “I’ll call you when Sophie comes home.”

“You’re a good mother Gail.” Traci says as they part. “You know that, right? And I’ll see you later Holly!”She turns to go with a smile.

Gail is still pacing, and Holly can tell that her mind is running about a million miles an hour like a hamster wheel going nowhere. It’s the sheer helplessness she feels that keeps her glued to the couch in silence, watching Gail pace instead of getting up and reaching for her. Helplessness and guilt. Why did she think she and Gail ever stood a chance? She isn’t sure why she’s still here, but Gail insisted that she stay.

It’s nearly seven o’clock when the front door finally opens and Sophie comes storming in.

“What is she still doing here?” She demands in an icy tone, glaring at Holly.

“Sophie, “ Gail turns to face her daughter. Her tone is hard, but her eyes hold a softness Holly has rarely seen before, “She’s here because you invited her to dinner, and because she is my friend.”

“A friend. So that’s what you call it.” Sophie scoffs.

“That’s right.” Gail counters. “Or at least I hope we are.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Sophie glares at her.

Gail sighs and sags a little, “It’s complicated, Kitten. When I got you Holly had just moved to San Francisco, and you needed someone who would always be there, and I knew I couldn’t divide myself between the two of you if I was going to be able to be the parent you needed.”

The air has grown thick and hot making it hard for Holly to breathe around the growing lump in her throat and the pressure behind her eyes.

“But you’re right Sophie, Holly and I were never just friends.” She concludes, moving over to stand by Holly sitting on the couch.

“Is that why you never date anyone?” Sophie asks, crossing her arms.

“In part.” Gail reaches out to squeeze Holly’s shoulder. “And in part because I wanted to give you the most stable environment I could growing up.”

“Oh.” Sophie says, chewing on her lower lip, like Gail does some times.

“While I’m sorry you got upset by walking in on something you weren’t supposed to see, I’m not sorry that Holly is here.” Gail squeezes Holly’s shoulder again, and smiles at her for the first time.

“Ok…” Sophie says cautiously.

“I know we all have so much to talk about, but right now I’m starving! So go get ready for dinner young lady!” Gail says finally.

“Yes Mom.” Sophie turns and goes almost meekly up stairs.

As she leaves Holly gets up as well, the emotional rollercoaster of the day leaving her drained and exhausted.

“Maybe I should go…” She begins softly, looking into Gail’s clear blue eyes.

Gail reaches for her then, kissing her tenderly with soft lips as she cradles Holly’s head in her hands.

“Stay.” She whispers into her lips.

This is the one word Gail never said to her before, the one word that could have changed the course of their lives so long ago. Knowing with all her heart that there is no other choice, she can only nod and kiss Gail back, powerless to do anything else, come what may.

#gail peck #holly stewart #gail and holly #since you've been gone #rookie blue #lgbtq #rookie blue fan fiction #lesbian

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 4 months ago

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honestly I got completely hit over the head with her pregpost…I was just talking to a friend who’s not really into hollyweird that she’d disappeared because of boyfriend drama with mgk and then I saw the post and like died. Died a little more when I read the ‘welcome back’ bit, like…wtf, does she think her new kid is the other kid reincarnated?? I mess around with tarot and stuff and I gusss I’m “ sensitive” (hate the term medium ew) but that’s sooo out of left field I’m concerned.

It's definitely concerning the way she seems to think about the pregnancy. I'm genuinely wondering if there's a level of psychosis or something that's happening. I mean if she just means 'yay I'm pregnant again' that's one thing but that's not what it seems like. The longer we go without really hearing from him I get more worried, and the way she handled the GQ event was very strange. It felt strange that she rode with him, stayed in the car, and he only stayed like 45 minutes?? It felt controlling after her releasing this news all by herself.

I wasn't as surprised by the announcement but I was concerned the second I saw it. I expected something like this but I hoped it wouldn't happen because I want to see him genuinely happy and healthy and the way she and everyone else put him down even when 'complimenting' him is awful and certainly not leading to him finding peace. "He's doing so much better and he's worked so hard to be good for her." Maybe don't date someone if you truly think there's something to fix, it's not healthy for anyone.

I've seen people try to say that he's been abusive to her by being suicidal and that's just an awful way to look at mental health problems. A man at his lowest point saying he's done isn't abusive, it's begging the universe for help. Her sources have been manipulating shit since day one and he's always the bad guy, so I'm guessing that's why he's quiet now. If he says anything against this he'll be ripped apart in the media. @triplexdoublex showed me something where some conspiracy theorist thinks she's a witch or something and trying to basically make the antichrist. I'm not saying I believe it but... The black oil and the dark mother Mary look definitely makes one wonder what she's trying to put out there... 👀

#asks #jinx answers #lazarus pan

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strawberry-cowmilk · 3 years ago

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Hiya I'm a new follower! So I read the post of MC's reaction to spiders and thought would MC's reaction to bees are. The phobia of bees is called Melisophobia.

Hi, welcome to this blog! I hope you enjoy your time here. Under normal circumstances, I usually finish requests faster, I'm sorry you had to wait so long for your first request here to be done.

the brothers with a mc who is afraid of bees

-> brothers x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: bees, mentions of ending the bees

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Lucifer

one day, lucifer's brothers messed the garden up really badly, and none of them felt like fixing it, so asmo hired somebody to come plant flowers everywhere

sadly for you, flowers outside might attract bees, even devildom bees

lucifer already hates how the garden looks now, but he noticed your avoidance of the garden

when you told him it's because the bees scared you, lucifer saw it as the final straw to go dad mode and renovate the garden himself in khaki pants

Mammon

honestly, if you would take mammon to a nice outdoor cafè, and some bees or wasps would be attracted to the drinks, mammon would freak out himself and maybe fall from his chair

this is exactly what happened during your vacation to the human world, only you ran off somewhere inside the building

mammon figured you don't like those insects, he now carries a fly swatter with him at all times

Leviathan

levi doesn't go outside a ton, so you don't either when you hang out with him

but one day, levi left a half-finished bottle of 'crimson bull' on his desk, and he forgot to close the window

the same day, you and him were playing a horror game together and let's just say the bee crawling out of the soda can was the worst jumpscare of all

levi held a 30 minute speach about how horrible he was for having left the can there to henry 2.0

Satan

we've all seen the mess that is satan's room

the average garbage landfill is less messy

one time, he left an entomology book open on a page with extremely detailed pictures and drawings of bees on the foot of his bed

you wanted to be nice and bring him some sliced fruits, but the book scared you very badly

satan doesn't get why a bee is scary, but he got mad at the book regardless, so rip book

Asmodeus

you two were in the human world when solomon invited you to go to some tulip field with him, you and asmo agreed, it's just tulips, what could go wrong?

you completely forgot bees like tulips as much as solomons

the second you saw the insects, you screamed and ran off somewhere, asmo wasn't a fan of the swarm of bees either, but you clearly seemed more upset

so, asmo went after you, and took you to some spa instead, cue solomon standing alone in the middle of a bunch of tulips

Beelzebub

a bee had somehow found its way into the house while you and beel were watching a movie

you clung to him in fear, he got worried so you explained the bee scared you

beel abandoned his popcorn immediately and trapped the bug under a tupperware container, and released it outside

after he got rid of it, he let you have the whole bucket of popcorn

Belphegor

he dislikes any kind of bug already, they make this annoying noise that disturbes his sleep

but, when he finds out you are scared of bees, he got a whole new reason to hate insects

if they get too close to you, his protective instinct kicks in

belphie thinks ending the bee is too much work, so he just takes you somewhere without any

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 2 years ago

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Summer Wedding part 2 Part 1 here

Dont post or publish anywhere in qny form REBLOGS and COMMENTs are APPRECIATED! Im new at this

Ari trying to figure out how to fix things. But being a schmuck. Sammy is Ari's friend who is a doctor field medic from Red Sea Diving Resort. A jury is a final for college students who are musicians.

Ari was sitting on the floor with his back up qgainst the wooden pannels that lined the walls. His face was still red and remnents from the tears remained on his face while new ones threatened to follow the same trails.

"Sammy you should have heard her,

She called herself worthless peice of shit for making me cry. Her saying how much she hates herself. How much she loves me. Almost three hours of just straight sobs and wailing."

"Ari what did you do ?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Is she safe you don't think she'-"

"No. She just wants me."

"She was crying all night beating herself up and you just sat there and listened. Why didn't you go to her?"

"Because," he sighed "She deserves someone who can be here more im away I'm-"

"Always be coming home to her.

"And I didn't do nothing uh anything.......I made her dinner."

"What happened did you guys just sit in silence?"

"Well she ate her sandwich in her room."

"Did she just leave to go to her room or did you ask her."

"To be specific I put the food infront of her door. With a note to please eat. I knocked"

"Ah leaving food at her door when she's held up there like a prisioner."

"She's not."

"Has she left the room?"

"No. But she was crying a lot. Then when I was sure she was sleeping."

"Don't say it Ari."

"I needed to get clothes."

"You. That's. Don't even try and claim it was surveillance. To make sure she was ok."

"No I and didn't kiss her. Well not really. I did what I always do when I get in late and she's sleeping I always give her a small kiss on her head. I did that and gently moved the hair out of her face and she always gets a migraine if she sleeps in a pony tail so I took the pony tail out and I smoothed out her hair. I mean its not like I was stroaking her hair an hour. Only a few minutes to try and comfort her. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let her get a migriane on top of everything else. It's nothing she isn't ok with like I said I do it all the time and I really did need to change."

"Ari I'm saying this as a friend and as a doctor your doctor you need help. She needs help. Either appologize and say I dont want to break up or ill tell Ethan-"

"Fine."

"What?"

"Tell Ethan to put me behind a desk. I don't care. I cannot let her just beat herself up like that. I'm soothing her the only way I know how. And she wants me back."

"This is just increasingly disturbing did that not occur to you."

"I know but I just she looked so miserable. Pathetic. Like a lost puppy you know and just still so beautiful the way her hair laid just so and I just couldn't stand there. I love her to much to hear those wimpers in her sleep I had to sooth her."

"Wow. Ok lets just deconstruct that whole paragraph. You decided to touch your ex's hair, who YOU broke up with by the way, while she was unconscious because you felt bad. Did I miss anything?"

"She also looked too beauti-"

"Ari. You do know how weird that sounds right? Even if it Too beautiful? Why did you break up with her?"

"She knows I do it."

"When you were two-geh-ther. You aren't."

"So that goes out the window everything we had?"

"Yes"

"But she was so upset I didnt know how else to help."

Sammy sighed.

"If I need to I can-"

"It was so quiet this morning she's usually singing preparing for her jury she's so stressed about that. They made her do a german peice she has so much trouble-"

"Ari"

"The prononciation just trips her up every time."

"Ari"

"Oh god I hope she didn't strain her voice. She has her Jury soon. Shes been so panicky with thr german they're having her do. I've been helping her with her German. Oh god." Ari stood up in a panic her hasn't felt since the day Maya was born. He frantically he went into and through Items in the kitchen nd how fast he filled the kettle and turned on the stove before diving into the cabinets.

"Did I pick up that tea she uses? She could probably use that."

"Ari"

"It's not weird if I make her tea right?. I know how she takes it. She could probably use god where did I put that shit? Ok I know I just saw that honey she uses too. Sh-"

"Ari!"

"What Sam-Oh what here is. Thank god.-"

"Ari- god I'm going to have to bring both of you seditives."

"She has 3 teas left. I should get more right? Her throat must be so gone. Can you come over tomorrow and take a look she cant hurt jt. Please."

"If be more than haply to but Ar-

"Thank you." Ari sighs.

"But Ar-"

"You have no idea how hard this has been for her-"

"Ari SHUT IT. Listen to yourself. YOU do realize you're the one making it hard. This is not a mission I mean she sounded +broken when you spoke about her crying and you're freaking out because she might not have enough tea but you're refusing after you already became creep of the month, to go to her. Or I'll show up and comitt both of you to a mental ward. Do you hear yourself? You're still in love with her."

Ari got the tea before it got too hot and poured some milk and honey in, mixing it together. Ari then put the tea bag in the cup and as he was pouring the hot water over all three."

"Ari you need to talk to her."

"I am"

"Oh thank god."

"I'm bringing her tea."

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tomthesoftie · 4 years ago

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her hidden crystal tears

❧ synopsis: keeping a relationship under covers isn’t an easy feat. when a popular, successful jock of a college, who has many obsessive fans, dates an average student, they decide that it’s better to keep their relationship secret due to safety reasons, but when the jock starts to become more ignorant of how their s/o is feeling, what might happen to their barely stable relationship?

❧ pairing: jock!tom x fem!reader

❧ genre: angst

❧ warnings: lots of angst (?), petty girl fights technically harassment, crying, pent-up emotions, unhealthy coping

❧ a/n: this is an unedited fic, as always and I didn’t know how to end it because I had two endings in mind. I might write both endings (angst and fluff) or maybe I’ll let you guys suffer lmao I’m kidding I originally was writing a blurb about the reader hiding their emotions/hiding their tears by feigning happiness, but I ended up writing like a 2500+ word fic lmao. also if some shit seems wack, it’s because I posted this on my phone.

alternate fluff ending here: let them flow

masterlist prompt list add yourself on my taglist!

Swerving through the large crowd, you found yourself a seat on the filled bleachers, squeezing to fit in the front rows to spot your boyfriend. Looking about, you located your brunette partner jogging into the field arms raised in the air, pointing towards the crowd you were hidden in. He waved his hand mindlessly, eyes scanning the ocean of screaming schoolmates and “fangirls.” His gaze finally fell on you, and his face lit up, bringing a pink haze to your cheeks as he blew a kiss in your direction. The girls sat beside you screamed out, pretending to catch his kiss and sending one back.

You and Tom decided to keep your relationship under covers, due to the overly obsessive “fangirls.” Both of you knew it would be the best option to keep you safe. If you were ever injured or threatened by one of his “fangirls,” Tom wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

Tom held the leather ball in the crook of his arm, with the other pushing his way through the attacking team. Calculating his success, he dove into a touchdown, scoring him and his team the winning point.

The anticipating crowd jumped up, cheering loudly and hugging one another, whereas the visitor team’s crowd let out a loud, mutual sigh of disappointment.

You jumped out of your seat, screaming out your lungs as you stared, wide-eyed, at your beaming boyfriend. His teammates had lifted him into the air, tossing him about. You giggled as he caught your eye, slyly winking at you.

Lost in your own world, you almost ran down to where Tom was before you saw a hoard of girls jumping and reaching their arms out to grab at him. Frowning, you walked away from the crowd to retreat to the warmth of Tom’s car.

You scrolled through the collection of images you and Tom had had together, warmly smiling at the memories. You let out a breathy laugh, selecting on one specific memory: Tom’s head laid on your lap, eyes shut, and lips puckered lightly as he let out even breaths.

The car door beside you opened, shaking you out of your train of thought.

“Hey,” your eyes were met with the blue pupils you weren’t expecting.

“Haz?” You looked behind him, hoping to find your beloved boyfriend.

“Tom — um — he told me to drive you back to the dorms, said he would be heading to the celebratory party,” Harrison explained, eyes shaking with concern and sympathy.

“Oh, I understand,” your smile not quite making it to your eyes.

“He was being hoarded by his,” Haz hesitates, “fangirls. He didn’t want you to get involved.”

“It’s all good, Hazzy. No need to worry about me,” you let out a feigned laugh.

You stepped into the warm building, waving Harrison goodbye. Another football victory, same schedule.

You go to Tom’s game to support and cheer him on, Tom wins, you avoid him, Tom’s “fangirls” hoard him, you wait in Tom’s car, Harrison comes instead of Tom, Harrison brings you back to your dorm while Tom goes to his party, you fall asleep in your own arms: the ‘Tom’s football victory’ schedule, named and created by you.

To say the least, you weren’t fond of the last half of the schedule. You always were left alone to celebrate Tom’s victory on your own, while Tom was doing who-knows-what at the afterparty.

In full honesty, you were slowly growing tired of hiding your affection for one another. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold onto this style of dating. If the pair of you were going to date, you would date publicly and however you wanted, whether it meant risking your safety or not. Besides, you weren’t some helpless girl that doesn’t and can’t protect herself.

The next day, you woke up with an aching head and puffy eyes. Groaning, you looked into your mirror located at the corner of your room. You flinched at the sight of your pink, tear-stained cheeks and tangled, mop hair. Pushing yourself off the soft mattress, you stumbled into your bathroom, prepping a warm shower to start your day off fresh.

With your laptop and notebook resting in your arms, against your chest, you made your way to your next lecture. You walked sluggishly across the large campus, occasionally catching a glimpse of passing football team members.

A specific group you walked past caught your attention. You saw the familiar brunette curls in your peripheral vision, immediately making you turn your gaze towards it. You saw his warm smile as he chuckled with his group of friends, some of his “fangirls” giggling along with the group.

There Tom stood, laughing and joking about with his peers, radiating happiness. He was basking in the attention he received from his friends and “fans.”

You tried to catch his eye, and you swore you did for a split second, but he only walked past you as if you weren’t even there. Not even a hidden smile or wink of acknowledgment was sent your way.

Your walking came to a stop as you frowned at your boyfriend’s back. You wanted to shout out his name, call for his attention. You wanted to nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his scent. You wanted to look into his chocolate-pooled eyes, see the twinkle of adoration as he stared at you. Nevertheless, you couldn’t. You couldn’t do anything with Tom in public, for you were just another girl on campus, trying to get by, and Tom was the successful jock with a bright future ahead.

You walked into the large room, taking a seat, conveniently, in front of Tom. This time, you were the one to not spare him a single glance, albeit he probably wasn’t expecting or looking for one.

You tried your best to listen and focus on the lecture, but the consistent whispers behind your back began to nag at your patience. You leaned your down further into your notes, as if it could fix the slowly kindling fire in you. Checking the clock, you saw that only five minutes of the lecture had passed, and your professor had barely said anything.

“Five minutes? I swear it felt like half of the lecture had gone by. And the professor. I swear he had just said like tons of important information,” you muttered to yourself under your breath, catching a few students’ gazes.

You gently pounded a fist into your temple, forcing your attention onto the lined sheets of paper on your desk. You expected to see notes, not illegible scribbles. You silently groaned, switching the sheet for a new, clean page. You took a deep breath and began jotting down the key points of the presentation that was being projected onto the large whiteboard.

A feminine voice cleared their throat beside you, “Excuse me.”

You looked up from your work, a glare on your face as you were pulled out of your focus once again.

“Can I help you?” You asked, irritated.

“Uh, yes, you can. You can help me by moving yourself to that seat over there,” she pointed at an empty seat across the room, “and giving this,” she placed her hand on the desk, atop you notes, “seat to me.”

You scoffed, “And why should I?”

“Oh, honey,” you cringed at the nickname, “Tommy, here,” she nodded towards Tom, “shouldn’t have to suffer by looking at your terrible hair. Like, honestly, do you even care for your looks?”

You were practically fuming in your seat, but to avoid trouble, you responded with a monotonous voice, “I’m sure “Tommy” can take care of himself. Spare us both the inconvenience, and go sit yourself on that empty seat because if you couldn’t tell, I’m occupying this spot.”

“Who do you think you are?” She shouted, hand crumpling your notes.

Furrowing your brows, you grabbed at your notes, hoping to spare them.

“Move your ugly ass before I kick you off this seat,” she threatened, pulling you by your hair.

The professor stopped talking, glaring at the pair of you. You took it as a sign to shut up and not fight back.

Fist clenching, nails creating red crescents in your palm, you stood up, pushing the girl off of you, ignoring her gasp. You grabbed your notes and laptop, turning to see if Tom would defend you, but when you saw his passive expression, you let out a quiet laugh of disappointment, carrying yourself to the back of the room.

For the rest of the class, you stood in the back, writing your notes with blurry, tear-filled vision. Although you were still in shock due to the event that had unfolded minutes into the lecture, you wouldn’t let it falter how you were doing in school.

As soon as you were dismissed, you bolted out of the room, heading to your safe haven on campus.

Not many people, if any, knew about the hidden garden located within the campus’s vast park. You had only discovered it by accident when you were a freshman looking for your way around campus.

The first thought you had when you walked in was that you were transported into a different dimension. Thinking back on it, you were naive to think that, but you were still justified. Anyone would think such a beautiful place couldn’t belong to the aggressivity and rashness of this world. The variant shades of light green and pastel pink flowers growing between the weeds of grass gave the place a heavenly feeling, followed by the mist that sparkled under the sunlight.

You dropped yourself at the thick tree’s stump, letting your notes and laptop slip out of your grasp. You cried into your knees, pouring out all of your stresses. Your breaths were short and heaved, occasional hiccups bubbling from your lips. Your sobs slowly lulled you closer to sleep, emotional and physical fatigue catching up to you. That is, until you heard the recognizable clang of the door handle hitting against the wooden door.

“Darling,” the accented voice you longed to hear spoke up.

Quickly wiping away your tears and sniffling away any evidence of your sorrow, you stood up, “Tommy!” A feigned smile lay on your supple skin as you ran over to your boyfriend, embracing him in your arms, “What’s up?”

“Are you alright? I’m sorry I didn’t speak up for you during class. I should’ve told that girl to get her hands off you,” he stroked your hair, “She didn’t hurt you, did she?”

Letting a pained giggle out, you shook your head, “Nope, I’m fine. You know how strong I am.”

“I really, really did want to speak up, but you know that we should keep our relationship under covers, for your sake,” he spoke gently, placing a kiss on your head.

You scowled into his shirt but kept up your cheerful facade, chirping, “Mhm, safety.”

“I knew you’d understand,” he sighed. His hold on you weakened, “I should get going, though. The group will start to wonder where I’ve gone.”

You frowned, pulling away from him.

“Don’t be like that, darling,” he cooed, “I’ll come over tonight. Don’t worry.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Of course, as you always do.”

His brows furrowed at your sudden mood shift, “What are you on, darling?”

“Oh, nothing,” you chirp, hopping back to the tree, collecting your notes and laptop. “Go ahead, meet with your friends. Leave me behind like you always do,” you murmur the last half.

“Love?” His voice neared you, and you barely registered the stray tears betraying you, rolling down your peachy cheeks.

Quickly bringing up a hand to wipe the wetness away, you keep your back facing Tom.

“Shouldn’t you be going? Don’t want your friends to worry,” you laughed, lightly. A hand placed itself on your shoulder, the sudden contact startling you. “You scared me, Tommy. You shouldn’t do that,” you giggle, hiding your true emotions, “You know how easily scared I am.”

“Darling, can you look at me?” He asked, quietly, concern lacing his tone.

“What for, Tommy?” You inquired, nervously laughing.

“You’re acting quite… strange,” he explained.

“No need to worry about me, bubs. I’m as peachy as always,” you quipped, shoulders bouncing in emphasis.

“I’m giving you one more chance to turn, or I will do it for you,” he said, sternly.

You stayed, unmoving, forcing Tom to turn you with his raw strength. At first, you tried to fight it, but you came to the revelation that there was no way you could overpower him.

When you met his warm, liquid eyes, you felt your own tear up, and suddenly, your shoes were an intriguing sight.

“Baby, please look at me,” he whispered, hands rubbing up and down your arms.

You shook your head in denial, trying to keep your weakness hidden.

“It breaks me to see you this way,” he lifted your face with a finger to your chin. His thumb moved to wipe away your crystal tears.

“Then leave,” you hissed, weakly.

“W-What?” Tom stuttered at the unforeseen reply.

“I’m tired, Tom. I’m tired of hiding, of you ignoring me and me, you. How long are we going to do this? It’s so stupid, all of it,” you dropped your head again, this time of fatigue.

“B-But, you know why we’re doing this-” you cut him off.

“I know, and I can’t help but think that this was a stupid choice,” you motioned between the two of you, “You’re barely around me, and on campus, you don’t even acknowledge me. On the slim chance I do have you to myself, it can only last for so long. At this point, it feels like we’re not even together.”

“I-I don’t understand. What are you trying to say?” Fear filled his eyes as the pit in his stomach became more and more noticeable.

“I think it would be better if-” you stuttered in a breath, “if we took a break.”

“Why? Just because we’re hiding our relationship? You know why I- we chose to keep it secret,” he rushed out his words, hands gripping yours.

“Do I? Do I really? Today was display enough that even though we act like we don’t know each other, I’ll still get harassed by those “fans” of yours. Not to mention, you saw it all unravel, and what did you do? Nothing. There’s no practicality to keeping our relationship hidden because either way, some “fans” will go overboard no matter who the person. Also, I think I showed that I can defend myself from crazy people when I pushed that girl off of me today,” you spoke, ferocity and resentment spurring you on.

“I know I messed up when I didn’t help you, but I thought about our relationship-” you scoffed.

“So what? Even if we weren’t in a relationship, you should’ve helped a girl out. Especially when she’s getting harassed because of you,” you jabbed a finger into his chest.

“Tell me how to make it better. I want to make it better. Don’t end us, please,” he begged, gripping your hand tighter.

“Stop, Tom. I told you that I want to take a break. Besides, it won’t be any different to how our normal relationship is,” you laughed. Pulling your arm out of his grasp, you walked away, “Now, I won’t have to waste any tears on you anymore.”

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canadian-riddler · 3 years ago

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a while back I saw a post about how the last part of The Batman seemed like it came out of left field and I think the next reblog was arguing otherwise but ever since I saw that post I've been thinking about it because when I was in the theatre, that's exactly how I felt, like the end came out of nowhere and just seemed like an excuse to do No Man's Land, and I think it's because the way that part of the movie is structured is really weird

like they wanted to have the scene where Riddler tells Batman he sees them as kindred spirits. but he has to be caught towards the end of the movie so they can't have that reveal any earlier. aside from the fact that multiple people throughout the movie told Bruce he was an unhelpful, ungrateful, leeching asshole, he would only listen if the villain told him that. but this is where the movie runs into a problem: the villain is caught and things should be starting to wrap up, but they can't, because Batman is still not a hero. he's still Vengeance. nobody sees him as a symbol of hope and the movie has to solve that in like the next twenty minutes. and the way they do it is just... so unconvincing.

Batman leads a group of people out of a chest-high flood, who only follow him because a child trusts him, who only trusts him because he was nice to him earlier in the movie, whom he was only nice to because the child reminded him of himself. this child is, I think, the ONLY person Batman is nice to the ENTIRE MOVIE. he's a jackass to literally EVERYONE ELSE. even so, this INSTANTLY turns around the general public's opinion. suddenly EVERYONE thinks Batman is a nice and helpful guy. because he had a flare on him and stuck around to help clean up, basically. and THEN the movie wants me to believe the news focused on reporting on the hope-spreading stranger dressed as a bat as opposed to the two simultaneous terrorist attacks and the capture of a serial killer. and the movie wants me to believe that because it also wants me to believe that Batman being nice to one roomful of people for a few hours is enough to make up for the two years he's spent terrorising the entire city and is so impactful that everyone goes from fearing Batman to wanting him to hold their hand when they're scared. but I'm not convinced because it really feels like while they were writing it, they forgot Batman was even supposed to be having a character arc and crammed it into the end instead of, IDK, waiting until the sequel to have him earn the trust of the city and become their hero.

it bugged me in the theatre and it's bugged me ever since. it's an incredibly clumsy ending and I don't even know how you would fix it as-is without making it longer, which I wouldn't do because it's already too long

#TB 2022 #so says Indy #they probably should have done what happened in Hush and have him get caught earlier #like he had people willing to do his bidding he didn't need to do it all personally or live

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ballorawan740 · 4 years ago

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SCP Scenarios: SCP x Younger!Sister!Reader (REQUESTED)

Requested by:@mimiocto

SCP 073 (Cain)

(Yes. I think of Cain and Abel as brothers. Like a lot of others who's in this fandom)

Being the youngest sister of Cain and Abel meant that you has both or at least 1 of the brothers looking over you most of the time. Namely Abel. Cain however, was more lenient towards you and allowed you to have some free time. "CAAAAAAIN!!!" you screamed at the eldest brother. "Yes (Y/N)?" he answered softly. You wanted to ask him about Abel because you wanted to fix the problems they both had when they faced each other. By problem, it was that time when Cain killed Abel. You can't blame Abel for being mad at Cain because of this, but you really wanted to get your only family members together without having any tension. Cain noticed you thinking and questioning, "You ok (Y/N)?". You snapped out of your thoughts and smiled. "I was just wondering if 343 is free right now" you replied in which Cain didn't push any further. You both walked over to 343's cell for a visit. 343 was the other SCP you've ever been close to other than the brothers and 105. 343 sat in his room and read a book until he saw the both of you standing by his door. He greeted you and you guys had a nice chat. 343 always treated you and your brothers as a family so you were always comfortable around him. You are a safe class SCP with the number tag of 073-2.

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

(It's pretty much like Cain's as I just associate them both as brothers)

After your visit with the eldest brother, Cain, you went to see Abel. He was the most protective dickhead you've ever met, but he would give up anything to save you. "Hey (Y/N)!!!" your brother spoke. "Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!" you sighed heavily. "Tell the mechanical man to piss off". You wanted to slap some sense into Abel but didn't as you just sat in his box quietly and felt the need to cry. Abel came over to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You cried and slept in his box for a good few hours until the guards came to retrieve you. You both said your goodbyes and went back to your cells. You are also known as SCP 073-2, safe class.

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Not unlike your older brother, you made everyone's day by being kind and gentle. You can heal their wounds and they'd give you treats in return. You and 999 hanged out every day and played for hours on ends. The guards who escorted you there were watching and giggling at your antics. Why do you need guards you ask? It's because one time an idiot decided to take advantage of you in which 999 requested guards to escort you at all times. The guards treat you kindly like a daughter/sister so you always held respect for them. After every test rounds, you were requested to help the SCPs while your elder brother helped with the test subjects. After that, you both were free to roam. Sometimes, you'd bump into 131 and they'd stay with you for a bit if the guards weren't there to stay with you. Your number is SCP 999-2, safe class

SCP 682 (Hard to destroy reptile)

Without any researchers mentioning you and that giant angry lizard, nobody would've guessed that you guys were blood related let alone siblings. Unlike 682, you weren't as hateful as him as you had a small bit of hope left for humanity, however, you can be fierce and cold when need be. Everyone including 682 has acknowledged this and sometimes you were helping the MTF to search and contain SCPs. Not only are you intelligent, you also had the strength which rivalled both 682 and 076-2 as seen when you both had a duel during a containment breach. 682 was a protective older brother when you both were young and still hold a good relationship till this day, with the exception of a few instances when you'd both have a fight and the poor innocent bystanders had to intervene the both of you. Its not like either of you would get hurt. You weren't afraid of most SCPs, unlike a certain wimp who was terrified of a rabbit, although you both shared the same interest towards a little girl in the facility. During containment breaches, you were often called in to fish out your big brother to avoid any further damages and kills. The SCP designation given to you is SCP 682-2, Euclid class.

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

Growing up with the plague doctor was rather unique. He taught you everything and anything you wanted. Especially the plague and how to perform surgery on humans. You travelled with him for centuries and had witnessed just as much as he did. After being "captured" by the foundation, the personelles often see you both side by side and rarely separated. Except for those interviews and tests. You wore a cape and a mask not too dissimilar to his, however, it only covered the first half of your face. Your style of clothing were of the Victorian era which you picked up on your travels and had some form of interest in those types of clothing. Like your brother, you spoke with manner and eloquence and wore cloves with pointed nails and also carried a bag with tools in which were the same make as those found in 049's bag. You have the designation of SCP 049-A, Euclid class.

Dr. Glass

Everyone at the facility shipped the both of you without realising that Dr. Glass was your older brother. "Hey (Y/N). Did anyone tell you that you and Simon would make a cute couple?" a researcher asked. You looked at him with disgust as Simon appeared out of nowhere and heard the conversation. The both of you said that you're both siblings without missing a beat and the researcher looked embarrassed and apologised. This news has spread like wildfire to both of your dismay and everyone said that they now see the resemblance. You both had similar personalities, however, the only difference is that although you did study psychology, you were specialised in neuroscience and forensic science.

Dr. Bright It's pretty much obvious that you both were siblings. Similar appearance, humour, intelligence, you name it. Boy only that, you had a bracelet with the same red gem as Jack's necklace. Much like the previous one I’ve mentioned (Dr. Glass) you did study the same subjects as your brother, and yes, you are specialised in a subject in the scientific field, namely biochemistry and mathematics. Not only that, but you’re also the head of the department and is in the O5 Council. Jack Bright was like every other older brother, annoying, protective and funny. As you both grow older, he became even more protective of you as you were one of the only family member left and he doesn’t want you to be in harm's way. He had witnessed too much for him to lose you so he would always accompany you if you were on a mission

(Sources - Pics: SCP 073 | SCP 076-2 | SCP 999 | SCP 682 | SCP 049 | Dr Glass | Dr Bright)

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Hi!! Can I please get wolffe with 1 and 4 smut please!!!! Thank you!!!!! 🥰

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😏 heck yeah you can- but I apologize if it’s bad. It’s nearly 1am, I’ve never written anything for Wolffe before and I started writing another story halfway through the smut??? So if you get lost, I really do apologize. I think I fixed it though. I had to reread it a good three times lmao.

A small PSA to the others who requested, I see em all and I will get to them when I can. I start a job on Thursday so stories may be a teensy bit delayed from my posting at least once a day ordeal!

Wolffe x Reader: “It’s okay, just pretend to be my date until they leave,” and “your hair is so soft...”

Warnings: Sexual content, language, female receiving, protected sex because it is frowned upon using kids as distractions during war.

You sat at the bar with Wolffe and his brothers. 79’s was slowly starting to get more crowded. You wouldn’t really mind if the moment Wolffe walked off someone hadn’t stole his spot at the bar next to you and began hitting on you. “What’s a pretty gal like yourself doing in a joint like this?” He wasn’t a clone, but even if he was one. You still wouldn’t be amused.

You were a Jedi. Trained by General Plo Koon himself. Which was how you were so close with Wolffe— yet it still took everything in you not to knock the guy next to you off the bar stool and walk out. “I’m here with some friends.” You told him, truthfully. The man snorted, and you frowned. “Where are they then?” You motioned your head to Boost and Sinker, catching a glimpse of Wolffe heading back your way. Eyes locked on the intruder in his seat.

“And him,” you spoke. Pointing off towards the commander with a small smile and a wave. The guy turned. Flashing a glare to Wolffe then looking back to you with a dopey smile. “Well, doll, if you want to hang out with a real man..” you glared. You couldn’t stand random people giving you pet names. “I’m just over there,” he pointed to a table with a few other guys. Who all looked away when you looked over.

Wolffe finally made his way over and stood next to you. Practically towering over the man. Eyes still locked on him with a look that could kill. “Is he bothering you, Cyar’ika?” He asked, then glancing to you. Gaze softening for a second. Before hardening once he looked back to the other. “Who’s this, your boyfriend?” The guy snorted, and you grabbed your drink, taking a sip to try and calm yourself down. “I’m whatever she wants me to be, now get out of my seat.” Wolffe growled, and you glanced over to him. Brows a bit raised. Smirking behind your glass and the man cowered away.

Wolffe sat next to you with a sigh, and you leaned over. Pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Wolffy.” You teased. You were the only one that was really allowed to call him that without him getting pissy. “Anything for you, general.” You snickered, watching as his face heated up a bit. It wasn’t the first time you’d kissed his cheek before, but he always acted so nervous. Even if he knew you just meant it in a friendly manor, or so he thought.

“Wolffe, don’t call me General when we aren’t on the field. I don’t like it when you call me that. Makes things feel, too formal.” You told him, and he nodded. Sighing, and glancing over to you with a small smile. “Yes, y/n.” “Better.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, watching him with a grin. Wolffe looking back to you with furrowed brows. “What?” “So you’re my boyfriend, hm?” You giggled as you watched his eyes narrow on you, then widen in realization. “I was just trying to get him to leave, I didn’t mean-“ you interrupted him by raising your fingers to his lips. “Wolffe, it’s fine.” You spoke with a small smile. “I really do appreciate it, if it weren’t for you they’d probably be waiting for me outside for when I left.” Wolffe looked back to the men at the table. Then moved his attention back to you. “Well..” he started in, “if it’s okay, just pretend to be my date until they leave?” He spoke, and you were the one to shyly look away now. “I’d appreciate that.”

You had to remind yourself throughout the night that you two weren’t actually on a date. You were just being friends. You’ve known one another since General Plo got Wolffe in his Battalion. It was nothing new for the two of you to hang out outside of work, but you wished it was more than just in a friendly manor.

You sighed, the guys had left a while ago, yet you still felt on edge. Turning to Wolffe, you tapped his shoulder to get his attention. Since he was talking to one of his brothers. You could tell he was frustrated by the way his shoulders tensed when you touched him. He quickly relaxed though once he realized it was you. “I think I’m gunna head,” you spoke, and he turned around fully to face you. “Oh okay, you want me to walk with you back to your quarters?” He asked, and you nodded. “If you could, please?” He smiled, you were one of the few that were able to make him smile by just offering softly spoken words. “Plus since you’re my date, it’s the right thing to do.” You shot the tease at him. Snickering at his signature eye roll.

You jumped from the stool, landing on your feet. The two of you, well mainly yourself. Said your goodbyes to the others left in the cantina. Then off the two of you went. Wolffe holding the door open for you, and following you out.

The two of you walked down the street a ways until you could find a cab to wave down. Climbing in and heading back for the hanger. The ride wasn’t really too long, though it was quiet. You were thinking of what you could say to him. What you could do to maybe tell him that you wanted to go on a real date sometime, but before you could. The cab was stopped and you had reached your destination. Wolffe paying the fee and the two of you climbing out and heading back for your quarters,.

You walked the halls in silence, as usual. Though you really didn’t hate it. You weren’t too fond of silence when you had so much to say all at once. “Thank you again, for tonight.” You spoke the first thing that came to mind. Once the two of you reached the door to your room. He gave you a bit of a grunt, and nodded. “ ‘f course.” He spoke, hands resting at his side. You reaching over and grabbed his one hand. Both of you watching your movement closely. “I mean it.” You spoke, the two of you catching one another’s gaze. “For a fake date, I enjoyed every second of it.”

Wolffe was practically staring into your soul at this point. You squeezing his hand, and then relaxing your fingers in attempt to let go. Thinking you upset him, but he had a firm grip on your hand. You weren’t complaining though. “I enjoyed it too,” he murmured and you bit your lip. Glancing to the side, then back to the commander. “Did you wanna come inside?” You nearly whispered, and he nodded slowly. You opening the door to your room. Then pulling the male in behind you.

He paused for a moment, and so did you. You both back in the same position you were in in the hallway. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, and your breath caught in your throat. “Yes,” you said, nodding your head along with your words. Freezing up when his calloused hand reached up to cup your face and stroke your cheek with his thumb. Leaning down to press his lips against yours.

You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever. You’d dropped hints, kissed his cheek, hugged him, held his hand, everything that you thought he would notice. Since he wasn’t the best with understanding flirting. It flew over his head half the time anyways.

He pulled back after a moment. His fingers moving to trace your jaw. Whimpering a bit and your eyes fluttered open. Just in time to see a switch flip in his eyes. He pressed you up against the wall. Kissing you again, though this time it was rougher than the last. You yelping into it when your back pressed against the surface. Arms moving to wrap around his neck. Moaning into his mouth when he shoved a leg in between yours and up against your warmth.

He took this to his advantage, shoving his tongue into your mouth and the two of you battled for victory. Though it was stupid of you to even try. He was winning from the beginning, and soon his tongue was roaming every inch of your mouth.

You brought your legs up to wrap around his waist. Hands moving to undo his upper armor and he helped you out. His top half now left in his blacks. As his armor fell to the floor with a clank. Now it was your turn. Wolffe pulling the little armor you wore off, and the two of you were ripping each other’s shirts off like that was your jobs.

His mouth traveled to your neck in nearly an instant. While your hands roamed his exposed chest.. Moaning when he sucked and bit down on your skin. Thankful he was leaving most of the bigger marks where you could cover them. You’d have a lot to explain to the council if they found out you were sleeping with the commander you were occasionally the general of. When Plo needed the help or was off doing something else.

You ran your fingers through his hair. Tugging a bit when he moved down to your breast. One hand squeezing while his mouth sucked. Making you squirm, especially when his mouth swapped over to the other and your ignored one was left with cooling saliva.

It wasn’t long before he was peeling you from the wall and slamming his lips back against yours while walking you to your bed. He placed you down, parting from you for a second so he could remove the rest of his armor. Which he did effortlessly. You doing the same, slipping your pants off as he did as well. The two of you left in nothing but your underwear now. Eyeing one another like you were starving and each other’s bodies were the only thing that could feed you both.

He climbed back over top of you. Eyes roaming your skin, then moving back to your face with a lust filled gave. Though he had a look of admiration as well. “We can stop, whenever you want,” he assured you, and you nodded. You knew he wouldn’t force you into anything you didn’t want, but the words were still so sweet to you. Reaching up to hold his face with your hands, and pull him down for a short kiss. Pulling back and he was chasing your lips for more. “I can assure you I’ve wanted this for longer than I’d like to admit.” You spoke, and he smirked. “Good to know I’m not alone.” He nearly growled. Beginning to trail kisses down your body once more.

You were squirming so bad. Needing some sort of friction and attention. Basically shaking as he licking and bit your skin. Panting like a dog in heat when he moved to your thighs. Now pinching along your sensitive skin. “Wolffe, Kriff, please,” you mewled. The commander smirking as he moved his fingers to lightly trace over your underwear. “Please what?” You were going to get him back for this, but right now you couldn’t think clearly. “Please touch me,” you huffed, and he listened.

He pulled your panties down your thighs, bringing his face even closer to your entrance. Arching your back when he blew against you. You were already so sensitive and you needed some form of release. Wolffe moving his fingers to rub against your folds and then up to your clit. Flicking his tongue out to imitate the same movement his finger did. Which had you unwinding. Hands moving to tangle in his short locks while your legs wrapped around his head.

He continued licking you and sucking, like you were all he wanted to eat. Fingers pushing in and out in an upbeat tempo. Your body beginning to shake as your climax started nearing, “oh Kriff, Wolffe.” You gasped, and he could tell you were close just from the shake of your voice. Pulling back and you let out a whimper. Looking up to him with a pout, and he grinned as he kneeled between your legs. “I’m not done yet,” he assured. The gruffness of his voice making you shudder.

He pulled his boxers off, and readjusted himself between you. You eyeing him for a moment, and watching as he held something between his fingers. Then slipped it over his dick. You weren’t sure how he was keeping a condom hidden, but you weren’t about to ask. You were just thankful he wasn’t about to unintentionally knock you up.

“Did you have this idea all along, or were you planning on taking someone else home.” He chuckled at that. Leaning down to kiss your cheek and press the head of himself against your entrance, making you squirm again. “I’ve had this idea for a while, but never had the chance to act upon it til now.” He murmured against your skin. Kissing your temple, then down your face to your lips as he pressed inside you. Your arms and legs moving to wrap around his body.

He was a lot to take in all at once, thankful he moved in slowly. Thankful for the kisses and sweet nothings he used to help distract you. Once you were finally ready though, you moved your hips up a bit. Nearly melting at the feeling of pleasure that coursed your body. Wolffe obviously feeling the same by the grunt and the way his nose scrunched.

His one hand held onto your hip while the other was pressed beside your head on the bed. Rocking his hips while your finger tips pressed into his back. Eyes locked on one another. Giving him a nod and he picked up the pace. The sound of skin on skin and your guys’ short and ecstatic breath filling the room. Both your eyes falling shut as your both neared the end. “Kriff-“ Wolffe grunted, and you leaned up to burry your face in the crook of his neck while his thrusts quickened. Getting sloppier and more uneven as he chased his orgasm and pushed you to your own.

You let out a small cry, muffled by the skin of his neck as you reached your limit. Your walls clenching around him was enough for him to topple over as well, letting out a cry of his own. Riding out his orgasm with a few more sloppy thrusts, before pulling out of you and rolling off of you with a groan. The two of you laying on your backs panting. Trying to live out your highs. Once Wolffe was down from his he moved to remove the condom, tying it and tossing it in the bin next to the bed. Then climbing back next to you in bed.

He lied on his side, facing you. Unsure if he should touch you or not. Both your chests still heaving and sweat was beading on your forehead still. “You just gunna.. stare at me?” You asked, turning your head to look at him, smiling tiredly as a small lop sided smile crept onto his own face. “Wasn’t sure what else to do,” “you can hold me, for a start.” You didn’t have to tell him twice.

His arms reaching out and pulling you close to his body. You pulling the covers over the both of you, since the cold was slowly staring to creep up on you. Humming a bit when his hands repay through your hair. “Your hair is so soft,” he muttered. Making you smile, kissing a few of his scars on his chest while you cured up next to him. “Maybe I’ll let you use my conditioner in the morning,” and you did. He loved it, too. Because each time he caught a whiff of the shampoo and conditioner out on the field, all he could think of was you. Which was enough to keep the commander fighting, for you.

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