#Sad as I am to say that I never knew him close enough to properly mourn but I'm nostalgic for a generation

[marietheran]

It's so odd though, being in Warsaw and seeing the innumerable plaques on every street that say "X number people were shot here on Date (Somewhere between 1939-1945)" and know that soon enough everyone who remembers will be gone and those plaques will be all that is left.

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: Onyankopon x black!reader

warnings: beach sex, fluffy

a/n: this was something i quickly put together bc guess what y'all. a bitch turns 22 today!!!! AHHHHHH. ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ we'll see if im sober enough later to share some pictures, but i do hope yall enjoy this fic. she's very cutesy

Birthday wishes

Loved. That's the feeling coursing through your body as the ones you loved sang you happy birthday. Your cheeks hurting from the attention and laughter due to Jean and Eren's off key singing.

Looking up from the dessert decorated with flames your eyes scanned the tent before landing on him.

The single dimple decorating his left cheek was prominent as he happily sang along with the group. The most handsome smile being sent your way as your eyes locked, giving you a full display of his gold grills decorated with your initials on each upper canine.

To say Onyankopon was a good boyfriend was an understatement. He was everything and more when it came to your wishes in a man. He was respectful, kind, passionate, extremely handsome, and the most caring man you had ever met.

Birthdays had never been your thing due to something always going wrong leaving you sad at the end of the night. However, with Ony he made it his mission to have you feel properly celebrated, always leaving you feeling like a princess by the end of the night.

Throughout the entire 3 years of your relationship, he seemed to make each birthday better than last. This year being a surprise trip to Bora Bora.

Forcing yourself to break eye contact with him you looked back down at the dessert just as the song ended.

“Girl, make a wish. I'm hungry” Sasha blurted out immediately, earning a chorus of laughs and a light shove from Mikasa.

Quickly thinking of a wish, you lightly blew out the candles and basked in the cheers and applause sent your way.

After hours of having all attention on you, there was finally a time when you and Ony could run off together.

Silently the two of you walked hand in hand as you listened closely to the crashing of the waves.

“You having a good day?” He broke the silence once no longer in the eyesight of your friends

“I am” You smiled brightly as you stopped to admire the sunset “I can't thank you enough for doing this, Ony”

A small chuckle escaped him as he stopped to look at you.

Unable to tear his eyes away from your face as his heart melted at the glow the orange hue dancing on your face gave you.

God, you were just so beautiful to him. The way you smiled down to the way the soft breeze lightly blew your sundress was enough to make him fall in love all over again.

“Don't thank me, princess. You deserve this and more” He voiced as his large hands gripped your waist, a gentle hum leaving him as he finally felt satisfied with the feeling of your body flushed against him.

“I’d do anything for you. I'm just blessed to have you in my life” He admitted, voice softer than before.

Leaning down his lips brushed over the sensitive skin of your neck before trailing up to lightly place a kiss on your lips

Before you knew it you were staring up at the colorful hues of the sky as he delivered slow and passionate strokes

“Ony” You mewled softly, nails scratching across his back as he practically laid on top of you.

"Mhmm?" He murmured, his voice vibrating against your neck before lifting his head to stare into your eyes

There was nothing you could do but drown in those chocolate brown eyes. Complete bliss surrounding you as the waves seemed to time perfectly with his delicate movements.

“I love you so much” You finally gasped out. Voice wavering due to the intense amount of love and pleasure coursing through your veins.

“I love you too, mama” He whispered, strong arms reaching down to hook under your leg, giving him a better angle

The moment was perfect. The crashing of the waves, transition into nightfall, and grunts that slipped past Ony’s lips

You weren't exactly a true believer in wishes but at this moment in time you were the biggest believer of all.

[eruherdiriel]

Not all tears are an evil

Jonsa ficlet Rating: T Universe: Post-canon, bookverse Other: Fluff and a bit of sadness, Jon POV, King Jon

Also on AO3.

“Why are you crying?” Jon asks.

Sansa is standing by the window of their bedchamber, wrapped in a large fur despite the warmth of the room. Outside, the sun has risen on what might be one of the final summer days before autumn. It has been a good season, bountiful and warmer than Jon remembers summer being when he was a boy.

“I am not,” she lies.

The truth is in the thickness of her voice. Jon hadn’t noticed the signs at first, when he opened his eyes to find her gone from their bed and then rolled over to see her by the window. There was no shake of her shoulders or sounds of weeping coming from her, not until she sniffled. That is when he knew.

Tucking his legs up and settling his feet on the floor, Jon reaches for his sleep shirt and pulls it on over his head so he is not entirely bare when he crosses the room. When he reaches his wife, he wraps his arms around her, her back against his chest, and presses his cheek to the side of her head.

He wants to ask again what upset her. She was coy but elated last night, when she told him of the babe, and then eager in their lovemaking when he did not know how else to properly convey his own happiness.

Did he miss some sign of her distress earlier, or did the feeling come after? He wants to ask. 

Instead, he waits.

“I was thinking about how my mother is not here to tell me what it is like,” Sansa says finally. “Having a child, being a mother. And your mother is not here either.”

“There are plenty of women at Winterfell who have had children. And Maester—”

“It’s not the same.”

It is not. He knows it, but he cannot take this reality from her, from both of them.

One of his hands drops lower from where Jon has his arms wrapped around her, and he splays his fingers across her belly, feeling what is not fully there yet.

“I wish they were here,” Sansa says. Fresh tears have sprung from her eyes, and desperation coats her voice. “All of them. Everyone we have lost.”

“As do I,” he murmurs into her hairline.

She twists in his arms until they are facing each other, then presses her forehead to his. She is so close that he can smell the salt of her tears. 

“I feel torn in two. I have you and now this child, but so many we loved are dead. It has been years, but it still hurts, and … those wounds may never heal. Every moment of joy will be tinged with loss, won’t it?”

Yes, he thinks, but Jon wants to say something more, something comforting. “At least it will be a shared grief. You do not have to endure it alone.”

This has happened before, he realizes. The day of their wedding, she had cried as they said their vows beneath the heart tree, and when Jon asked what was wrong, she said they were happy tears. He wonders now if the truth was more complicated, that despite their love for each other, she did not know or trust him well enough to speak the whole truth back then.

“I should be happy,” Sansa insists.

Jon lifts his arms so he can take her head in his hands, then leans back slightly so they may see each other better. “It is not wrong to feel sorrow. Or to feel two things at once.”

His own life has always been full of contradictions, so perhaps he is more accustomed to the feeling than his wife is. Highborn, but a bastard. Loyal to his brother and the Starks, but jealous that Robb was to become Lord of Winterfell and then was raised up as King in the North. And when Jon found out who his parents were, it stole from him Ned Stark as his father and Robb, Arya, Bran, and Rickon as his siblings. But it gave him Sansa as a cousin, then as his love, and finally as his wife.

Two things can be true. Joy and sorrow take flight together.

“You do not find my tears frivolous and weak?”

“Never,” he says, almost too sharply. “They speak to what we have lost. What you survived but did not let steal your tenderheartedness. Whether happy or sad, your tears are your strength, Sansa.”

A small laugh leaves her, then she leans closer and nudges his nose with hers. “You say the most beautiful things sometimes.”

At his look of surprise, she sighs and adds, “You don’t even realize when you are saying something sweet to me, do you?”

Whenever he tries, the words come out wrong, ungainly and inelegant. And while he was attempting to reassure her now, he was not trying to be romantic or sweet, yet that seems to have been what she heard.

“The other day, Arya told me you and I were perfect for each other because we are both romantics.”

Jon scoffs. “She did not.”

It has been three years since they wed, but Arya can still barely look at Jon and Sansa when they are at all affectionate with one another. She keeps a neutral face in public, savvy enough to understand that any derision toward their marriage could be disruptive to Jon’s rule, but as a family, she lets her true feelings be known. It is almost a joke now, and he wonders if that is part of why she keeps up her exaggerated gags, rolled eyes, and disgusted faces.

“She did. And she called us dramatic. The dramatic romantics.”

“That sounds more like her.”

Sansa smiles for a moment, then the edges of her mouth tip down again. “I wish you could have known your mother. She would be so proud of you, Jon. I never meant to suggest that my loss is greater, or that I think about it more.”

“I never thought you did.”

“Whatever we are, whatever we feel, we’ll do it together?”

“Always. Happy, sad, or both,” he promises. “Now come back to bed.”

Her head turns back to the window where the sun stretches over the castle walls, telling the time. “It’s late. We both have much to attend to today, my king.”

“As we do every day. Duty can wait for once, Sansa.”

She looks back at him with a lifted brow. “Can it?”

“Aye.”

Bending at the knee, he scoops one arm under her legs and the other around her back, causing his sweet wife to gasp in surprise. Her hands grab at him, and the fur around her shoulders slips, revealing more of her pale skin.

“Why bother being a bloody king if I cannot decide how to pass my days every once in a while?” Jon says as he carries her to the bed.

“That’s precisely why you are a good king! Sacrifice … being selfless … putting the people’s needs above your own desires.”

He frowns as he sets her on the featherbed. The fur falls all the way open. “A king must bring stability to his realm. Heirs are one part of creating that stability, and you are newly with child, my lady. Ensuring your health and happiness is critical.”

His queen is laid bare before him, but it is her eyes he cannot look away from as he braces himself above her—the deep blue of her irises even more pronounced by the red lines that run through the whites of her eyes, evidence of her earlier tears. “You might even say that it is my duty to the people to spend the day with you.”

She shakes her head and laughs, but when he kisses her, she kisses back, all her protestations gone.

[lucywritesagain]

Broken mirrors

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Please note that this story is a repost from my old blog @lucywrites02.

Summary: During one of his depressive episodes Loki wonders if someone like him would ever be worthy of you. Will your love be enough to keep him alive?

Word count: 1.1k

Loki was standing in front of  the mirror that was in his room. He was supposed to accompany you to Tony's birthday party but here he was, blue skin and red eyes, watching his reflection with disgust on his  face. He couldn’t understand why you would ever want to be with him. He promised  he would talk to you if he was having another depressive episode again but you were so excited to attend this party. He didn’t want you to stay because of him. Since the two of you got together all he has wanted was to make you happy. But would a monster like him ever be able to  make you happy?

“Nothing but another stolen relic”  

“Your birthright was to die”

Those words were all he could think about at the moment. The sadness and hopelessness  he felt only seconds ago turned into anger.  Loki looked at himself one more time before shattering the mirror into small pieces. He had no idea when that happened. He can’t remember when his fist decided to crush into it. Seeing his blue hand covered in blood Loki felt empty. He was so caught up in this moment he didn’t even hear when the door opened.

“Loki! I was looking for y-” seeing Loki’s blue face you stopped in your tracks and went completely silent. You then noticed the pieces of, what you assumed, used to be his mirror.

 You knew he was a Jotun but you have never seen him in this form before. Loki didn’t have any time to hide as you barged through the door. He had no time to cover his face or change back to his other form. It was too late for that. Not wanting to see as you fled from the room in terror, Loki closed his eyes and held his breath. But that never happened. You didn't scream nor have you called anyone to help you. He never meant for you to see this side of him. This beast he tried so hard to hide from you. And he ruined it all. You have seen it, there is no going back now. He tried to say something but no words would come out of the gods mouth. Will you leave him, now that you know that he’s a monster? Will you ever speak to him again? The trickster didn’t even notice when the tears started pouring out of his eyes. He couldn’t live knowing you hate him. 

“I didn’t mean to barge in like that,” you said softly “I’m sorry if I scared you” he looked at you confused. Why were you apologizing to HIM? Loki was the one who should be begging for  forgiveness on his knees.

 You knew how hard it was for him to accept his heritage. Wanting to comfort him you put your hand on his shoulder but Loki jumped away from you as if your touch was burning his skin.

“Please don’t touch me! I don’t want to hurt you” he shouted and walked backwards until his back hit the wall. “I-I never meant for you to see me li-like this. I-I’m so sorry”

 Your heart broke when you noticed how terrified he was. His red eyes were glassy because of the tears and his hands were shaking. The trickster started to feel dizzy and he couldn’t breathe properly. He hadn’t had a panic attack in a while and this one felt particularly bad. Noticing the sudden change of his body language you quickly figured out what was happening. The god collapsed on the floor and hid his head between his knees. You walked to him and kneeled down. You have seen him having an attack like that and knew what he needed. 

“It’s ok,” you said gently embracing him. He was still too afraid to touch you and stiffened at the contact of your warm body. “I know what you are thinking about and I want you to know that I am not afraid of you. I need you to breathe, ok” he closed his eyes again and nodded rapidly.

It took you some time to calm him down but after a while his breathing went back to normal. You knew how much he loved it when you played with his hair so you started to comb his raven black locks with your fingers. You two stayed like that for a few minutes until Loki spoke again.

“How are you not scared?” he still wouldn’t look you in the eyes but  was watching your every move. “I’m a monster! A beast! People on Asgard tell their children how terrible and scary we are! Could you ever want to be with something like me?”

“Loki, I will always want you,” you cupped his face with your hands and made him look at you “I know we haven’t been together for long but I want you to know that I love you, Loki” you confessed, softly caressing his cheeks. “I love you no matter what gender or colour you are or from which planet you came from.”  Trickster’s eyes were once again filled with tears but this time there were the tears of happiness. He knew you cared about him but he has never dared to dream about love  “You see this?” you asked taking one of his blue hands in yours “You can’t hurt me, Loki. I know you would never do that to me. And believe me when I say that you are no monster.”

“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that.” he said and hugged you tightly. “I love you. More than you could ever imagine….” he whispered and the two of you stayed like that for some time, silently crying in each other’s arms. You slowly pulled away and wiped your tears.

“By the way, it really suits you.” you announced with a smile

“What do you mean?” Loki asked confused

“The colour blue,” you said as your index finger was gently tracing the markings on his skin. “it really suits you. Especially since your eyes are red. They are a great combination” he looked at you with love and adoration. 

“I was wondering,” you continued, “do those markings mean something? They are exquisite. And do your eyes somehow help you see better in the dark? Do you have a night vision or something like tha-” you stopped talking when you felt Loki’s lips on yours.

 Putting your hands around his neck you deepened the kiss. His hands were softly caressing your back and pulled you as close to his body as physically possible. Although he radiated cold you didn’t mind at all because you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You didn’t know this at the time but that night you saved his life and gave him hope. With that single confession you made him want to live again...

[weralika]

i would also love to hear your thoughts about kandreil being codependent and toxic please and thank you 🙏

SORRY I MISSED YOUR ASK SOMEHOW!!!

so lemme begin 🙂🙂

the most dependent one is kevin, obviously, because of raven's partner system and everything. when he transferred to psu, Andrew (whether he wanted that or not) became his partner and Kevin would be so broken when Andrew starts to spend time with Neil more than not.

Andrew is angry about that!! because yes, he wanted to save that stupid boy, but he didn't know Kevin would never learn to be by himself, Andrew would never treat him with that kind of caress (I dare say) if he knew Kevin would become addicted.

so yes, Kevin is addicted

there we can imagine Kevin leaving PSU and crying in his bed with dirty sheets because he misses them so much he can't even do the chores properly (same bro)

Neil is the smartest one 🙂 he quickly realised that they have a strange kind of friendship and he knows that their tension is mutual (somehow??? he was oblivious with Andrew I know, but he just knows they like each other)

he still feels some awe when talking to Kevin because wdym KEVIN DAY is training ME??? is that a dream? wtf

so he would never cross the line!! because of Andrew he learnt the concept of consent and now he's afraid to make a mistake (he is 99% sure that Kevin wants to kiss him but that 1%)

their relationship starts when Kevin gets so jealous he almost tells them to stop flirting and fuck already (bc he knows they do fuck. he has ears, unfortunately)

he only tells them to be quiet bc he has a lot of homework and Neil strikes with "I'm not your homework, but you can do me" like maaaan wtf is that (Kevin blushes, Andrew asks if they want him to go away and then long conversation about kevin not being gay and not being in love with them)

almost instantly they become a wreck!! because Kevin needs so much attention that sometimes he tries to ignore their boundaries!! he is stupid and wants to kiss!! he feels guilty as fuck after being scolded he almost cries (sorry is it too ooc???)

he learns how to be not that demanding (imagine having 2 boyfriends and still it's not enough) and Neil tries to help him (he hugs him actually)

when they are apart, Kevin is sad as fuck but when together he is a little nervous most of the time, because he is too afraid to ruin everything (like he checks if Neil really wants to kiss him)

also this post became just my rant about Kevin but he's really terrified of being a third wheel and tries to give them time alone even if he's so hungry for their attention he has to grit his teeth after saying "I'm going for a run alone because I don't want to interrupt your crazy chemistry"

Andrew is afraid of losing them!! he thinks he's not enough for Neil and Kevin, he's not even so interested in exy and they have so much in common and he is just stupid traumatized boy who can't show affection when Kevin needs it, he's so useless that they don't even ask him about going pro anymore, they do not imagine their future together like andrew does.

they do.

Neil is just a stray kitten in a warm house who thinks he would not spend another night there :D so he tries to make the most out of their relationship! he kisses Kevin 70% times he wants to be kissed, and other 30% is Andrew or no one because they're not in the mood

it turned out not toxic or even codependent I'm sorry ☠️☠️ but I tried to describe my vision or them close (as I can) to canon, not some ugly shit I have in my brain about andrew being (a little) abusive or Neil being a fucking cheater which I am guilty of thinking about!

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Coffee for your head | Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: Eddie is in his death bed... He has so much to say...

Cw: Major angst warning!! Major character death, sad topics, illness, death bed, agonizing, little smut

Writer's note: This is based off Death Bed by Powfu. I was listening to it when coming home from work, and I wanted to write it as Eddie and you

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

"I'm sorry, you don't have long enough... Maybe, 4 months"

That was the moment their lives changed

Only at age 25 Eddie Munson has been diagnosed with lung cancer, terminal, there was nothing the doctors could do to safe him

"Eddie... No..." You had whispered grabbing his hand

A lonely tear had left his eye without him noticing, he just let out an anguished breath

Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep, I don't wanna pass away

I been thinking of our future, 'cause I'll never see those days

I don't know why this has happened, but I probably deserve it

I tried to do my best, but you know that I'm not perfect

"I would recommend enjoying the last moments you have together, do the things you love, eat what you like, just, make good memories in the mean time"

The couple had gone home in silence, quiet sobs being heard from her as she held his hand during the ride home

They had moved together 3 years ago, making a small apartment their safe home, but now it had became all moody and sad

It was no lie that Eddie smoked a lot, since he was a teen, but his cancer had been too aggressive and it was taking him out really fast

"What am I gonna do without you Eddie?" You said sobbing into his chest as he held you close to him

"Live..." You cried even harder

"I can't live without you Eddie, you're my whole life"

I been praying for forgiveness, you've been praying for my health

When I leave this Earth, hoping you'll find someone else

'Cause, yeah, we still young, there's so much we haven't done

Getting married, start a family, watch your husband with his son

That night he tried to calm you down my making love to you, slow and tender, with lots of love in each move he made, his kisses filled with sorrow and pain, he knew he didn't have long to do this so he had to enjoy the moments he had you

During the days his health went downhill, he couldn't move a lot, his breathing would be different during the night, you prayed every night to whoever was out there to save him but they never seemed to answer back

Soon he had to use oxygen to breath properly, moving out of the bed was too much work as time went on

"It's almost time for me to go baby..." He had said to you one day

You had cried onto his chest, begging him not to leave you

I wish it could be me, but I won't make it out this bed

I hope I go to Heaven, so I see you once again

My life was kinda short, but I got so many blessings

Happy you were mine, it sucks that it's all ending

"I love you so much Y/n..."

"I love you too Eddie"

"You'll find someone else baby, someone who will love you so much" you shook your head

"I only want you, you're my only love"

He caressed your cheek

I'm happy that you here with me, I'm sorry if I tear up

When me and you were younger, you would always make me cheer up

Taking goofy videos and walking through the park

You would jump into my arms every time you heard a bark

"Remember that day at the fair? When you got lost and I found you near the fountain?" You nodded "I'll find you again in another life baby"

Cuddle in your sheets, sing me sound asleep

And sneak out through your kitchen at exactly 1:03

Sundays, went to church, on Mondays, watched a movie

Soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me

"You can go Eddie... Rest my love" you had finally accepted what was to come

"I love you..."

"I love you too..."

With one final smile he closed his eyes and finally left this world...

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

[madeintheniamh]

can we please have a dadrry one shot of tilly maybe getting rejected by someone she likes at school and harry comforts her? 💞

sorry this has taken me so long!

late night (boy) talking

stmf one shot #12

a/n: late night talking, but it's actually late and harry is having a detailed convo about life with his teenage daughter.

warnings: fluff. boy talk.

song: cardigan- taylor swift

Tilly had always embraced routine. Whether it was her skincare routine, her warm up routine for gymnastics, her morning routine or her night routine- she couldn’t go without them, and had been this way since she was as little as you both could remember, Lottie surprising you by being the complete opposite and doing everything on impulse in the same way that Harry did. He had just finished up a long song-writing session and was making his way out of the studio you had set up for him downstairs when he noticed the light shining through the small crack between Tilly’s bedroom door and the doorframe, along with the soft hum of a sad song coming from her laptop speakers, and he knew something was off. He always knew when something was off with his girls, it was just his thing, as if he was constantly in tune with their emotions and had some telepathic link to them. He peered down at his watch, his reading glasses slipping slightly further down his nose as he did. Tilly was never awake past midnight, yet the dainty hands told him clearly that it was close to one in the morning. He scratched at the patch of stubble beginning to grow on his chin, because he never shaved when he was hyper-fixated on writing new music. Or cut his hair for that matter, which was touching his chin again. His cheek was now rested against the doorframe, and he knocked softly, before letting himself in.

Her room was a mess- completely different from the neat and ordered state she religiously kept it in. Although it was barely illuminated by the soft glow of her bedside lamp, he could see clothes scattered all over her pink window seat, pillows strewn all over the floor, six different half empty bottles of water on her bedside table, tissues scattered across her bed and finally her, wrapped under the covers dressed in one of his old hoodies.

“Go away, Lottie,” She hissed, her words muffled slightly as her head was buried into her pillow.

Harry snickered a bit at that, putting on a high-pitched voice in an attempt to mimic his youngest daughter. “Fine, I’ll go, god you’re so mean,”

She lifted her head up slightly as soon as she realised that it was him, revealing a huge black mascara stain on her pillowcase as she did. As soon as she saw him smile hopelessly at her, she burst into tears yet again, coughing slightly from the force of her sobs.

“Hey baby,” He whispered, holding her shaking frame in his arms. “What’s got you all upset, hmm? You’re going to make me cry,”

“Daddy, I can’t, I just, I-”

“You take your time, sweet angel,” He soothed, rubbing his hand in circles across her back. “I’m here to listen when you’re ready,”

“He said no,” She sobbed. “He said no, in front of everyone,”

“You’re joking,” Harry cackled. “How could anyone turn you down?”

“Well, obviously,” She began to catch her breath again. “I’m not pretty enough for him. He probably thinks I’m ugly, because I am,”

“Whoa, hey,” Harry warned, taking her chin in the palm of his hand and forcing her to look at his eyes. “Don’t you dare say that about yourself, Matilda Gemma, because you know it isn’t true,”

She scorned slightly at hearing her full name. “But it is true,”

His eyebrows raised further up his forehead, a line forming in the middle of them like it always did when he was irritated.

“I think we need to look at getting you another eye test,” He sighed. “You obviously can’t see properly, if that’s what you believe,”

“I can see, Daddy,” she snapped. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better, like you always do,”

“You know that’s not true,” He replied, sweeping a strand of blonde hair from out of her eyes. “Do I ever lie to you, baby?”

“Sometimes,” she began to smile slightly. “Last time we went to the dentist, you said it would be fine, and then they said I needed a filling, remember,”

He almost snorted at that, but put his hand over his mouth to avoid you getting out of bed to moan at him about keeping you up so late. He held his hands up in defeat.

“You got me, Tilly Gem,” he giggled. “But I mean about serious life things.”

“That was serious!” She moaned, her lips pouted slightly.

He had stopped himself from laughing now, but his dimples were still showing.

“I know, I know,” he replied. “But teenage boys are stupid. I mean, I know, I was one, many years ago,”

“When you had that stupid haircut,” She mocked.

“Yeah, maybe- actually, that’s quite rude, you know,” he scolded, but his lips were still set in a smile. “It wasn’t my best haircut, but I had more hair than I do now, so that’s something,”

That made her laugh, and as she did, he reached down to swipe the leftover smeared mascara from under her eyes.

“Why do you need a boy to tell you you’re pretty, hmm? What makes this ‘rupert’ or whatever his name is, so special? I bet he’s punching,” He laughed.

“But Daddy, he plays rugby,”

“Ooooh, he plays rugby,” he cackled. “But is he going to write you songs, like your Daddy does? Can he even sing like me?”

She stared into space for a second, trying to justify all her reasons for being upset, but they were beginning to fall away.

“That’s not fair, Daddy,” she sighed. “No one sings like you,”

“That’s very kind, Tilly Gem,” he smiled. “But you shouldn’t like a boy because he can sing, or because he can play rugby, or because he drives a Mercedes, or any of those things. You should like him because he’s nice to you, and he cares about you, and he treats you like you’re the most important thing in his life. That’s what you deserve,”

Her eyes lit up slightly, although they were still glossy. “Do you think?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “And if he embarrasses you in front of people, or he makes you upset, or he makes you feel like you should change things about yourself, then he’s obviously not the right one, is he?”

“Maybe you’re right,” She leaned into his arms, feeling his stubble scratch against her cheek.

“The right guy will come, baby,” he smiled. “Don’t waste your time on guys who make you feel like shit, you’re too young for all that rubbish,”

He tucked the covers in over her, making sure her shoulders were fully covered, before reaching over to switch off her lamp.

“And you should really wear your glasses more,” He giggled, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead, before approaching the door. “Because you and Lottie are the most beautiful girls in the world, and the best thing that has ever happened to me,”

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HARRY LOVES HIS GIRLS. HE LOVES THEM. NO MAN WILL MATCH HARRY. i said what i said

i am still taking requests for my dadrry series! if you have anything, literally anything, if you think it's weird, too vague- send it over and i will try my best. i always love writing using your prompts!

if you liked this one shot, the link to the slipping through my fingers series masterlist is here...

i am going to bed now bc it's 1.30am. goodnight x

[sleepy0s]

got distracted, enjoy.,

Grian sat in the rain watching Sam and Taurtis attempt to sell a local gang some “Goods”.

His clothes were drenched, sticking awkwardly to his skin, his hair darkened with water and flat against his head. The stairs were cold. His ears were waterlogged and all he could hear was the rain splatting on the stairs. The rain which was usually so comforting but now felt like a reminder of everything. A reminder of where he was. In Tokyo, watching his friends sell drugs. 

Sam eventually returned, leaving Taurtis with the group. Taurtis was always better at selling things. Sam looked high. And drunk. Maybe both. Probably both. He sat on the step next to Grian, not sparing him a glance. 

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Sam suddenly spoke up. 

“We’re not friends.” Grian didn’t respond, eyes locked on a puddle in front of him. “Maybe once, when we were little. Maybe then we were friends. But not anymore, we haven’t been friends in a long time.” Grian didn’t respond again, which agitated Sam. The bunny hybrid turned to look at him.

“Answer me goddamnit!” He yelled into deaf ears. “GRIAN ANSWER ME.” Sam screamed again., this time forcibly grabbing the avian by the chin, forcing him to look at him. Grian chuckled, of course the one time Sam says his name properly and he's high out of his mind and angry. 

“We are not friends, Grian.” His grip was tight, squeezing Grian’s face.

“I know.” His voice was quiet, a whisper among the rain.

“What?” Sam let go of his face, leaning back again.

“I said, I know.” 

“Is- is that all? No, no sadness? ARE YOU EVEN UPSET?” Grian didn’t get why Sam was so angry, honestly, he never knew why Sam was upset. Sam was the one who just said they weren’t friends? What, don’t say he was expecting Grian to beg for forgiveness. Grian looked at Sam, wiping Rain off his face. “Should I be upset?” This seemed to hit Sam hard. The bunny hybrid going quiet again, tears might be streaming down his face but the rain hid it well.

The rain got worse, lightning strikes occasionally, and Grian hoped that maybe he was lucky enough that it would hit him. It’s funny isn’t it? When they were younger the three of them would run around in the rain, all in good fun. Screaming in joy every time a flash of light went across the sky, joking about how unfortunate it would be if one of them got hit. Now Grian was here, bloody wishing it would hit him. 

Sam spoke again, “Don’t you care?”

 Grian didn’t understand, watching the cars that drove past occasionally. “Pardon.?

“I said- don’t you care that we're not friends..?” He hiccuped, “Does- does it matter to you.?” Grian thought about his words carefully, before answering simply. “No, should it?”

“Well- Yea!” Sam spluttered out, “I- I want you to care! I want you to be upset!”

Oh. So that's what this is about. Sam doesn’t want to be friends with Grian, yet expects Grian to care, he fucking wants Grian to want to be his friend, just so that Sam can deny him. 

“Well- well, why are you still here then!? Just go home, Grian. Go back to your dumb house in London.” 

“No.” 

“What?”

“No. I’m not staying here for you Sam. I am here for Taurtis because somebody has to look after him. And it sure as hell ain’t you.” Sam didn’t get it. He could look after Taurtis fine, he didn’t need Grian’s stupid help. They would be fine without him. “I can look after him. We don't need you, Grian.” Grian laughed, turning to look at Sam. “Why are you laughing?”

“You can look after him? You have left him all alone in a room with the bloody mafia. And you have the guts to tell me you can look after him?” Grian’s voice stayed calm, not raising at all or showing any emotion. Sam didn’t respond after that and the two went back into an uncomfortable silence. Sam shuffled over to Grian, leaning his head on his shoulder as he passed out, probably from the drugs getting to his brain. “..m’ sorry gree-on..” he mumbled before he closed his eyes. Leaving Grian all alone, in the storm waiting for Taurtis with a hopefully dead Sam.

[kaiba-cave]

Guys. I had a crazy day earlier. 😭 Me and my mom went to get food and once we got it we were just sitting in my car for a minute when we saw this guy stumbling down the street. And at first we were just watching him like “ah, so sad, another drug addict on something”.

But this dude freaking collapsed on the side of the road. On his back, arms out, not moving. He was OUT. So we were like uh. We should call 9-1-1 probably?

I called 9-1-1 and I don’t know why but I wasn’t expecting the dispatcher to want me to check on the guy (I don’t know why I didn’t think that like, duh they’d want you to check) so we got out of the car and I went over to him and yeah, he was completely out. No response at all to anything.

And I am NOT the type of person to take charge doing anything. Usually I would’ve even made my mom call 9-1-1. But for some reason I started talking when the dispatcher answered and once I got out to check on the guy I was just focused in on trying to do what the dispatcher told me.

Dispatcher told me to watch his chest super carefully and put my hand near his nose/mouth to see how often he was breathing. And I was like. I don’t think he IS breathing. I could feel a super fast heartbeat but his chest wasn’t rising and I didn’t feel any air. The dispatcher was starting to walk me through how to do CPR, like I had my hands on him to start chest compressions when this guy ran over out of nowhere like “I’M AN EMT, MOVE!” and he took over the chest compressions. Thank god.

Before the EMT got there the dude on the ground was making this weird gargling/gasping noise and I couldn’t think of what it was called at the time but I’ve listened to enough true crime/911 call podcasts to know that it’s BAD. The type of breaths you take when you’re dying. The EMT guy called it agonal breathing after and I was like yes, I knew it was bad I just couldn’t remember what it was called.

But when the actual ambulance got there they said he had a pulse, so thank god for that guy. If I had to do it myself I don’t know if he would’ve had one tbh. I know how hard it is to do chest compressions, how tiring it is and how hard you have to actually press for it to work properly. Hard enough that you can sometimes break ribs doing it. But I’ve never taken a class or anything for it so I was freaked out. I was going to try, but holy crap.

My mom on the other hand was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, lmao. The dispatcher told me to ask someone to get a defibrillator if I could, so I told my mom to go to the pharmacy that we were close to and ask them, so off she went and after that I was so focused on the dispatcher and doing what he was saying that I don’t even know where my mom was for most of it. I think she went into like three different stores before anyone else bothered to come help and by then the ambulance was there.

And when he first fell, this guy had two friends walking with him. They literally just ignored him and kept walking. I saw one random guy just walk right past him. Another one walked up to him and sort of smacked him in the face but when he got no response he just left. So by then we were on the phone with 911 and getting out of the car to check on him.

I think eventually one of his friends came back? I guess, because he had a big cup of water from the 7/11 and he was pouring it over the guy’s face and kept repeating to me “I told him not to do that stuff, I told him not to do that, I only did some weed but I told him not to do that stuff”. But I was basically ignoring him because I was trying to listen to the dispatcher who I had on speakerphone. And by the time the ambulance came that guy was long gone, so I guess it was his “friend”, but he wasn’t gonna stick around to talk to the EMTs or the cops. That’s the main reason I’m sure it was an overdose. Plus this guy was maybe mid-20s. He wasn’t like an old man that maybe had a heart attack or something. Like I know that stuff can happen to young people but… no.

Anyway, I made sure to thank that random EMT guy before he left because damn. Lucky he was there.

Once it was over and I was back in my car I was trying not to cry, I think just from the adrenaline lol. It’s so weird like as it’s happening, it’s like you’re in your own world. I didn’t know where my mom was and didn’t care, I wasn’t listening to that guy, I was just focused in on listening to the dispatcher. It didn’t even feel like it took that long for the ambulance to get there, which in that situation you would think usually it would feel like they’re taking forever even if they aren’t, but by the time I heard the sirens I thought “wow they got here fast”.

We can get free NARCAN kits from pharmacies here too. Every time I get my prescriptions I see the sign there that says to ask about their free NARCAN kits and I always think about it but never do. Well now I’m going to. Because it would’ve been handy to have today.

I hope dude ends up okay. It’s sad how many people just ignored him while dude was literally dying on the side of the road. And yes, me and my mom assumed he was a drug addict too because of how he was stumbling around before he fell. But damn, I wasn’t going to just leave him there and drive away when we watched it happen. :/ It’s like some people just think eh another druggie, leave him be. He was also obviously not okay, it wasn’t like he was sitting against the building half asleep or something so you could maybe think he’s just high or whatever. He went down on the side of the road and you could tell it was bad. And like I said before, he looked maybe 25. He was young, he had a skateboard with him. And when the ambulance got there, they didn’t even seem to be in a rush when they got out. Like they were so used to this type of call it was just another normal day to them. ���

Anyway. After that we all just went about our days. Don’t even know what his name was but hopefully he makes it.

[carelessflower]

consort 101

Alec dreaded his daily court-holding.

He knew his duty as consort, to look over and manage the royal harem. And what is a better way to do it than hearing the same people arguing over who had the best gold embroidered silk fan collections?

Alec took a sip of his tea, not missing the eyes that traced his every movement. Of course, many were convinced he had enchanted Magnus using a dark magic love spell. Magnus had laughed hearing that once. Then promptly demanded Alec to properly enchant him with his love spells this time. Alec's sore back the next morning did not help much with Alec's enthusiasm to deal with the harem. Many concubines were nice, but the one with the most to say always went out of their way to annoy Alec.

"Oh, your majesty. I haven't noticed how dowdy you look this morning." As if on cue, Jasper stood up and didn't even bother for a decent attempt of worry. "Please forgive me for my oversight." He was on his way to kneel, and it was obvious from the speed he didn't intend to go through it.

Alec smiled faintly. "That's alright. Please stand up. I appreciate your concern, but I am perfectly well."

"Really?" Jasper continued after returning to his seat, not caring at all about Alec's no desire to engage in whatever imaginary feud Jasper was having in his mind. "I thought- Well, you don't have to hide for our sake."

"Our king is a generous lover. Surely you understand that, your majesty. There's no need to be sad." Another concubine giggled.

"The consort will never. Jealousy is frowned upon in the harem. Your majesty knows it better than us."

"That's right."

"In fact, I'm sure the consort is happy for the king. The consort must be tiring himself out taking care of our majesty, and now he has someone to share that responsibility with him."

Voices laced venoms, the room hid the weapons underneath those smiles. Alec already knew the culprit for all of this. Victoria stood still, dress newly made and of the finest quality, all lace details and trim. Alec recognized the fabric. Magnus gifted it to her, and everyone in the palace was under no illusion how much her dressmakers went through for the gown to be a week-done affair.

He felt her staring at him, smugly proclaiming her win over Magnus's heart.

Usually, Alec would let this slide. Arguing with anyone who equated material gain to love was a waste of time, he would rather spend it to force Isabelle's stew not to poison every living creature in close proximity. But today, Alec was feeling a bit mischievous. And curious too. It was a unique combination.

Using the teacup to disguise his next move, he undid the first front lace on his robe, enough to reveal what was underneath. Magnus's marks were a stark reminder of what they were doing with the silk the night before, dotted on the pale column of Alec's throat, down to his collarbone.

"Concubine Johnson got it wrong. How can being with the king ever be tedious?" The chaos from the room erupted even more with his sentence.

"I thought the consort had fallen out of favor."

"How indecent! Showing off those things."

"The consort is so selfish, he's hoarding our majesty and bragging to us."

"Wait, haven't you been begging for that ruby pearl choker foreve-"

"Shut up!"

A range of emotions flashed and switched like rapid flames across many's faces. Alec hid the smirk to himself.

@dustandducks happy birthday lys you're absolutely talented and amazing legendary human being keep excelling always!!!!

[horrorslu7]

can you make a gunnar albright smut plz

Helloooo, of course I can! Turned out a bit angsty and very long sooo there's that. Hope you like it, though 🩷🫶🏻

Why'd you only call me when you're high?

Summary: You weren't good enough to be Gunnar's partner, but you were good enough for him to call you at 3 am after throwing a party.

Pairing: Gunnar Albright x Fem!reader.

Trigger warnings: Toxic relationship.

You met Gunnar when you started going to his prestigious private school like a year ago.

Your parents were rich but they were "new money" rich, obviously to you that didn't matter. Money is money and you must definitely had way more than before.

The people at your school had this general idea that almost everyone seemed to share that you might be like them economically wise but status wise you weren't even close, whatever that meant.

And by most people at your school I mean all of Gunnar's friends. He said he thought the same, and at the beginning he did. He looked at you and saw a rich but most definitely "inferior" girl.

You couldn't give less of a fuck being completely honest, you were too busy trying to adjust to this new world of money and better education to care about what some rich pricks had to say about you. But eventually, it caught up to you.

They weren't mean to you directly most times, but you could hear the laughs when you walked by and heard the whispers they said behind you in class. And let's not forget their disgusted glares directed at you when you walked in any room they were in.

Gunnar didn't have any intention of having a friendship with you, let alone having feelings for you. But you can't help who you fall for.

And you weren't happy about liking him either, but sadly, you did. And if someone ended up the most hurt out of your "relationship," it was most definitely you.

You and Gunnar first interacted directly because of a history assignment. You two had a presentation to make together and sadly had no other choice but to hang out in order to do it properly.

Gunnar invited you to his house, mainly because he didn't want to go to yours, and he ended up quite captivated by your personality. You seemed quite sensitive but also straightforward and quite careless in some aspects.

You were different from his friends and he quite liked it. With time, you two ended up having a bit of a hectic, secret, and mostly painful relationship.

If you could go back to that night, you two went to the bathroom of a party to make out and stop yourself, you would if it meant that now, you wouldn't be feeling sad and insecure.

One thing is knowing that some stupid pretentious rich kids don't like you and would never hang out with you, and another completely different thing is knowing that the boy you sneaked into your room late at night and talked about everything and anything for hours on end didn't want you to be seen with him. He made you question yourself all the time.

Was it really just the status that you lacked? Or did he not want to be seen with you for something else?

Every saturday night was the same, Gunnar would throw a party, he wouldn't invite you and you would find out because one of your friends, you wouldn't go even if you knew about the party and after it ended Gunnar would call you to invite you to his house or ask you if he could go to yours.

And you always told yourself that this time it would be different and it never was. At the beginning you would tell him no and that you're tired but he would insist and tell you how much he wants to see you and how parties don't mean anything if you're not there at the end.

But this time it was really different.

It was currently 3 a.m., and usually, Gunnar's parties wouldn't end this early, but this time it seemed to be different. He has been calling you for thirty minutes now.

It was kinda funny to imagine his face when you didn't pick up and imagine how angrier and preoccupied it got with every call. And also with every text, which weren't just a few.

You have been in your living room watching movies since midnight, when your parents left because of some party a friend from work was throwing. Your phone was next to you on the couch on silence mode. You have grown tired of your ring tone on the 4th call, and vibration mode got tiring in the 7th call.

You had one foot up on the couch and the other hanging, not quite reaching the carpet. Your eyes were fixated on the screen, but your mind was somewhere else.

That was until you saw a light reflect on the shut curtains of your living room along with an engine of a car getting closer to your house and then stopping completely.

You got up thinking it must be your parents, hearing the quite aggressive knocks on the door once you got closer, you opened it being a bit weirded out and upon seeing Gunnar your face completely changed.

"Good to know you're still alive." He said with venom laced on his words when you opened the door. His gaze was quite dark.

"Yeah, well, I don't stop living when I'm not talking to you, much to your disbelief." You said with the same venomous tone.

Seeing Gunnar angry made you have this weird feeling in the pit of your stomach, but you were too mad to think about that.

He rolled his eyes at your words and entered your house, pushing past you. "I was concerned, you know? Why weren't you answering my calls?"

"Why do you think you have the right to enter my house uninvited?" You asked and then hesitantly closed the door.

"When you sneak me in, I'm also not invited, and you don't seem to care." He smiled at you with that little smile he did when he was right and wanted to rub it in your face.

"Yeah, but those times I want to see you, and right now I don't, in case you didn't get the memo." Your eyes full of resentment never left his.

"I know that, I would like to know why if you don't mind."

"Because I'm tired of you being ashamed of me. You think you have all the rights in the world to just use me whenever you want and then pretend you don't know me in front of your friends? I'm done." It felt weird but liberating to finally say that. It has been bottled up for so long that you even got used to not saying it.

His gaze softened, and his eyes went from being full of anger and concern to being full of guilt and regret.

"I'm not ashamed of you, I just don't know how to tell them yet." He went silent for a second. You could see his eyes study you silently as his brain debated on what he was willing to do. "If what you really want is for me to tell them that we're together, then I will."

You scoffed. "And why should that mean something? You always say that Gunnar, and you never tell them."

It was true. The topic has come up on conversations before, and he always said that he would tell his friends about you two, but he never did. He would just participate less and less in the hate his friends would direct your way in conversations.

And you always thought maybe he'll actually come clean, except this time. And he proved you wrong.

His hands went straight to the pocket of his jeans reaching for his phone. Taking it in his hands, he opened the group chat he had with his friends and started typing.

Your expression changed to a puzzled one since you couldn't really see what was on his screen. "What are you doing?" You said in a much calmer tone that before but still with this hint of anger notable.

"What I should've done before." He said, finishing the text and sending it.

After that, he showed you the screen where you could clearly see the name of the group chat and his text, which said that you and him were dating for a while now and he didn't care if they wanted to stop being friends because of that but thought they should know.

"Here, you can see for yourself who's in the group chat." He pressed on his screen, and before he could show you, you kissed him passionately, placing your hands on his face softly.

The kiss caught Gunnar out off guard, but he quickly kissed back and shoved his phone back in his pocket so he could place his hands on your waist. You could taste the trace of liquor on his lips, but you didn't really care. It kind of added to the heat of the moment and turned you on a bit if you were being honest.

Slowly, he started to guide you to the living room. The back of your legs ended up pressed in the corner of the sofa that you were sitting on a few minutes ago. He pushed you softly, making you fall to the sofa, your head ending a few inches away from your phone.

Gunnar looked at it and then took it. "I thought you may have thrown it away." He joked and looked at you with a smirk on his lips before throwing the phone at the coffee table carelessly.

Your eyes kind of popped in surprise. "Hey! Be cautious, I still need that thing." You said, looking at him with a half joking half serious look.

"I can always buy you a new one." He joked cockily before kissing you again.

One of his hands was next to your head on the sofa while the other slowly made its way from caressing your cheek to hugging your neck. Your hands also traveled his body, going from his neck and the back of his head to his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it.

Your skin was way more warm than his, and his cold touch made you shiver slightly as it made his way down your body. He moved his hand from your neck to under your pj's top, caressing your ribs slowly, and then moving to play with the waistband of your shorts.

He played with them for a bit and then looked at you for approval to keep going. You looked at him with pleading eyes and with a breathy voice asked him to please not stop.

So he obeyed. He took off your shorts and then went back to your top, also taking it off.

His familar and very slightly dry lips from the cold left kisses on your chest, and then leaving meaningful hickeys on your chest, clavicle, and neck. He wanted everyone to know someone marked you, and he would make sure they knew that someone was him and no one else.

He lowered himself slowly, leaving behind a trail of kisses from your gorgeous chest, passing your abdomen, and then getting to your hips. His hands circled them quite harshly, probably leaving bruises for tomorrow, the slight pain making you more excited and full of anticipation.

Gunnar ended up kneeling on the floor, his face in between your legs, which he opened slowly after taking off your underwear. His kisses now went from the inside of one of your thighs to the other.

It was quite a sight to see. His hair was messy thanks to your desperate hands, his shirt almost completely unbuttoned, his veiny hands caressing your thighs, and his eyes going from your face to in-between your legs.

He started to accelerate his pace, making you a moaning mess and making you beg for more. The pit of your stomach became tight as your orgasm was closer, and he took advantage of that making his pace slower.

After a few more kisses, when he thought you had enough, he started very slowly circling your clit with his tongue. His fingers slowly entered you, making you moan and throw your head back.

At that moment, you thought you could most definitely forgive him anything. He was the only person who could make you feel that way.

Your moans transformed into groans, and after edging you for a bit, Gunnar decided he had enough for now. And picked up his pace again, making you come harshly moaning his name.

[bi-bard]

Sabrina Carpenter Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd - Jason Todd Imagine [Titans (HBO)]

Title: Sabrina Carpenter Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

Word Count: 1,430 words

Warning(s): author's poor attempt at flirting, mention of sex

Author's Note: Happy thanksgiving to those who celebrate. Or happy Thursday! Here's some Jason Todd fanfiction for whatever you're celebrating today!

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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Bad for Business

Ooh, I'm mad for you It's sad but true and I know it Ahh, you're on my mind You stole my life and it's showin'

I laughed as Jason grabbed my arm and pulled me back toward him.

My back was pressed against the wall just before Jason pressed his lips to mine. I was still laughing as he did, causing the noise sound to get lost between us.

I leaned back a few moments later. "You are gonna get me in trouble."

"I didn't think you minded trouble," he replied, moving to kiss my cheek.

"I mind listening to Dick rant about us being late," I mumbled as he went to kiss my lips again. "Jason, come on."

"We've been training every day for weeks," he sighed, resting his forehead on mine. "Can't we have one day to ourselves?"

I didn't respond to that. Not because I didn't have a response. It was just that anything I wanted to say died on my tongue when I saw his eyes. He had these puppy dog eyes that he could put on that I wasn't even sure he was aware of.

I pecked his lips again.

"Come on," I said, pushing him back a bit.

"No," his hold only tightened.

"Jason... don't make me fight you before we get to the training room," I sighed.

He rolled his eyes at me before leaning in again.

"Guys!"

Jason pulled away enough to allow both of us to look down the hall. It was Dick.

I closed my eyes, just a bit embarrassed.

"We're training, let's go," he instructed. "The others are already ready to go."

"We'll be right there," I said before Jason could snap back at him.

I heard Dick walking away. I let out a laugh before moving to rest my head on Jason's shoulder.

"Told you that you would get me in trouble," I muttered.

"You say that like I don't make it worth the trouble," he replied.

I scoffed and pushed him back. He let me this time, taking a few steps away from him.

"I am worth the trouble, right," he called after me as I made my way down the hall and toward the training room.

"Not sure yet," I shrugged, turning around and starting to walk backward. "You can help me figure that out later."

A smirk pulled at his lips as I winked at him.

He knew damn well that he was definitely worth any trouble I had to face.

Read Your Mind

Decompressing Tryna ease the tension But you got me stressing Feeling like I need to call when you sneak up on me Tell me that you miss me in your life

Jason Todd was complicated.

Many dismissed him as impulsive or reckless. I just saw someone lonely, desperate, in need of someone to properly see him beyond that.

Maybe that's why he latched onto me as fast as he did.

I saw him.

That was part of the problem. I became a source of comfort, but that was it. Jason made it clear that he didn't always need that comfort. I did. I wanted to be able to be with him whenever I wanted... not just when he wanted to go sneak off to one of the rooms in the tower.

I never wanted to bring it up.

I thought that it would all end if I did that.

But there was only so long that someone could do that.

There was one day where I just pushed myself up. I started pulling myself together with no words. I had no desire to entertain the small talk or the brief moment where it felt like everything was true.

"Where are you going," Jason asked.

"My room."

"Why?"

I paused, contemplating lying to his face. "I just... I want to."

"Come here."

"No."

He moved, going to sit on the edge of the bed. His eyebrows were furrowed at me. I couldn't tell if he was genuinely confused or not.

"I'm sorry," I shook my head. "I can't do this."

"Do what," he questioned. "I... Did I pressure you-"

"No, no," I quickly cut him off. "God, no. I meant this... dynamic. I can't do it anymore."

His head tilted at me.

"I like you, Jason," I said. "I really, really like you. But I can't go back and forth. I need more than jumping into bed when you need some company."

He looked down for a moment.

I took a deep breath before reaching out to touch the side of his face, gently guiding him to look at me. "Say the word and I'll stay."

There was a pause. A moment of complete silence that lasted just a little too long. I pulled my hand away and stepped back. I forced a grin, trying to seem okay with his choice.

He grabbed my hand the moment I tried to step away from him.

I stopped again. He was looking at our hands.

"Stay," he said. "Please, stay. I want you to stay."

I slowly grinned before nodding at him. "Okay."

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. His hands touched my sides.

I leaned back. "Move over."

He chuckled before pushing himself back to lie down again. I happily plopped onto the mattress again, curling into his side.

His arms wrapped around me a little tighter. His breathing was more even. He kissed my forehead.

I sighed as I relaxed a little bit more.

I could get used to this feeling.

Looking at Me

Don't just stand there staring, honey Try to move your feet If you think they're looking at you They looking at me

Meeting Bruce Wayne was easily the weirdest moment of my life.

Meeting Jason Todd was easily the most important.

I think the two of them thought that Jason wouldn't be noticed at the event. But I caught sight of him immediately. He was off to the side, seemingly hiding away and not wanting to actually interact with anyone.

I knew that he was probably trying to help Bruce with something, but he definitely wouldn't have admitted that to me.

I had asked Bruce about Jason.

I had asked about him as soon as I spotted a new Robin running around.

During the event, I found Jason leaning against the wall, looking bored out of his mind.

"Hi," I said as I made my way over to him. I held out my hand for him to shake. "(Y/n)."

"Jason," he replied, shaking my hand.

"Care to dance," I offered.

"What?"

"Would you like to dance? With me, specifically?"

He paused.

"At the very least, it'll be a little more interesting than sitting here bored out of your mind."

"You seem pretty certain of that," he chuckled.

"I'm a confident person," I shrugged. I held my hand out again. "Come on."

He seemed to contemplate his options for a moment before finally relenting and giving me his hand. I pulled him away from the wall and toward the main crowd.

I placed one hand on his shoulder and kept hold of the other. His free hand rested on my side.

For someone who had been described to me as cocky and impulsive, he seemed awfully nervous. Not enough control, I suspected.

"Relax," I said quietly as Jason seemed to stumble a bit over his feet.

"Feel like people are watching me," he muttered back, forcing a chuckle.

"They're probably looking at me," I shrugged. "No offense, but I am definitely the more interesting one in this pair."

"Is that so?" he chuckled.

I leaned forward, letting my lips move right by his ear. "One of us is interesting without the mask and fancy suit."

When I leaned back, his eyes were wide and his mouth had opened a bit.

I brought one hand up to push his jaw closed. "Relax. Bruce keeps me updated. Safety protocol."

"Who are you?"

"Dance with me and then I'll give you a hint."

"A hint? Not an answer?"

"You think I got close to Bruce because I was boring?"

He chuckled at me.

"Come on, then," I said. "I want a proper dance out of this.

His smile almost made me pause, but I managed to hold myself together and smirk back at him.

I had no idea what impact Jason was going to have on my life at that point. But I knew there was something different about him. Something that caught my attention.

And I was set on finding out what was so interesting.

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5, 9, 16, 21!

Anon thank youuuu for being patient with me! We can still have a sleepover on Saturday so- let's get to it!

5. Which episode wrecked you the most emotionally?

If we're going based on one single episode, I would have to say 5. There's just so much heartbreak and loss in 5 that I felt like I needed to watch it more than once (after the first time) in order to properly process all of it. The loss of Bubbles, all of the men going down and, at the time you don't know who's still alive and who's not- did John Brady make it? We know he bailed out with Bucky- they jumped together- but that's the last we see of Brady until episode 7. Did Crank and his crew make it? We don't know, so we assume, all are lost. Rosie's just watched all of the forts around him disappear one by one, he's alone in the vast emptiness of the sky with zero protection around him. He looks absolutely rattled to his bones when his feet are finally back on the ground. He just cannot process it.

If we're talking about individual moments that wrecked me, here are some honorable mentions that made me weep:

Rosie's discovery of the concentration camp in episode 9

Episode 6 and it's dealing of grief in three entirely different ways and places between Rosie, Croz & Bucky

Episode 7 when Rosie is watching the ambulances leave Thorpe Abbotts with the bodies of all the fallen airmen

When Croz & Rosie are sitting in the Officer's Club together in episode 9 after Rosie's return from Russia

The end of episode 3 when Buck finally lands in Africa after Regensburg and Bucky is joking about how he couldn't make the runway and you start to see Buck Cleven breaking- you think he's going to be the first to break between the two of them but really, it's Bucky

9.Aside from Buck and Bucky, who is your favorite friend pair on the show?

This is a tie between Rosie & Croz and Blakely & Douglass. I wish we had seen more of both their friendships. I am especially fond of the relationship that Croz fosters with Rosie- after losing Bubbles it cannot have been easy to suddenly have this friend who maybe, slid into the space where Bubbles once was, but I think Rosie did it with grace and Croz was appreciative of it. And that he had someone willing to listen. Rosie represents a part of Croz's life that he suddenly found himself navigating muddy waters, and Rosie was there to help. The two of them in the Officer's Club in episode 9 is one of my favorite scenes in the entire series. It's two soldiers getting to let their guard down for a moment- their emotions are laid out on the table. It's a sad, and special moment.

Blakely & Douglass just did not get enough time on screen in my opinion. They're close, you can see it- where one is the other is not far behind. During the celebration scene in episode 9 they're together, pouring whiskey all over who I believe to be Lt. Colonel Jeffery. They're with Helen and Tattie at the end celebrating. I truly wanted to see more of them and know more about them from the show's perspective. Especially since Blakely is described a lot in Croz's book as the most GI of GI's but someone who knew how to work hard and still have a good time.

16. If you had kids (pets or otherwise), who would you let babysit? Who would you never let babysit?

Allowed to babysit? Rosie. I don't think I need to elaborate on that. He'd be so good to you your kids, or fur babies. He'd play them jazz and teach them about Artie Shaw and Benny Goodman. For more on this topic, you can read Uncle Wosie by the lovely @winniemaywebber.

Not allowed to babysit is James Douglass. He would try to play catch with your kid and drop them, or take them for ice cream and lose them in a crowd because he's trying to woo a pretty girl at the ice cream stand by asking her What's the difference between a Hippo & a Zippo?

21. Which storyline did you enjoy the most?

I thoroughly enjoyed Croz's story the most. There's a lot of development from when we first see him to when he gets on the plane to go home at the end. Even down to the way he speaks, you see him mature- a lot of that is due to the war. It changes men in ways that no one ever really knows. In the very beginning he's so unsure of himself, air sickness plaguing him on almost every flight. He even feels unsure when he's promoted to Group Navigator and he asks Jack Kidd if he's sure he's right for the job- Kidd replies "no." But we see more of that security and belief in himself in 9 when he kicks down the door. When he's flying the Chowhound mission with Buck and Rosie, sitting in the navigator's seat cool and collected, casually leaning back as he drops his pencil into the pocket on the side. Croz definitely has one of the best developments in the series.

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okay but that one episode in House where Cuddy is in the hospital and House couldn’t get himself to be there by her side to comfort her without reaching for Vicodin always makes me tear up so bad

when she finds out she gets pretty pissed

and it was always so fucking sad to me because they both knew that House wasn’t cut out for the relationship, and knew damn well he has a lot of emotional baggage

and it’s okay to hesitate when going into a relationship with such person, you have to be prepared for everything. and it’s hard to be prepared for anything with someone like House [and Cuddy is a perfectionist, she NEEDS to be prepared for anything in order to survive]

anyways, what makes me so upset when thinking of this is:

she knew he’s an addict and yet expected him to *just stop* taking pills cold turkey.

truth is that in my experience this medication allowed his brain to function and shut down his emotion.

i mean

i genuinely hc that he has ADHD

and it’s a very personal HC but i have nowhere to talk about this so yeah

but there was a couple of months in my life when i abused medication. in a pretty dumb way, so i can’t ever say i was an addict, because it was psychiatric medication, if i filled my prescription too soon doctor would know and as a 14-15 yo kid i wasn’t going to explain to my family that i’m abusing medication because my antidepressants never work and the doctor doesn’t bother to listen to me saying that i genuinely think i have ADHD

anyways thing is, when i ran out of the anxiety medication i abused that calmed my brain down (so that i could focus, and not be “dumb” in school)

i didn’t know what to do

so i went for my insomnia medication, since i didn’t have anything else, it wasn’t exactly helping me focus, but it would severely sedate me so that i wouldn’t be able to think about anything and then i could just skip school by sleeping for 13 hours or more

the only reason i stopped was because i was still underage and it’s my obligation to go to school. and i didn’t have an excuse for feeling dizzy other than “i feel bad, i don’t want to go to school” and then i would just sleep

anyways my point is i think it was my way of coping with ADHD, i think very quickly and am all over the place, careless and make mistakes when i need to actually apply the concept i’m thinking of

and it feels similar to why not taking Vicodin would freak him out and make him “a bad doctor”

for me having ADHD is like having a lot of energy that you have to put SOMEWHERE!! whether it be literal physical activity (hyperactive), brain activity (distraction), or both

losing the use of his leg only because nobody would believe him felt unfair, he had no control over it. and the anger (energy) and the lack of ability to let it out (through sports) made him 3 times as bitter, miserable and fucking unbearable (/lh)

also the need to pick up a hobby and putting your everything into learning it but dropping it once you “succeeded” and looking for something else to do hits close home

i mean yes it’s more of a head-cannon but he knows a bunch of languages (at least spanish, hindi and mandarin, the last two of which he is fluent enough in to read and carry out conversations) and its not even that he plans on using them, he just does it for fun, to keep his brain moving; and nothing else

he picks up physics because suddenly he has so much time to spare when he can’t do his work properly and hey, physics is hella interesting, why not learn it as well?

and that’s what i find myself struggling with, when i’m trying to stop emotional eating for example, or when i’m trying to stop overachieving at school for the sake of focusing on what i actually want to do

and that’s why i’m very depressed because i want to do so many different things! but i’m bound to waste 8 hours at school not learning anything because i either don’t care about it or care too much and the teacher can’t do their class without me talking with them all the time

on top of that; Vicodin clears out all the “useless things” including some the fear and distrust he has towards everything and everyone

when he’s sober and realises Cuddy, someone he tried so hard to break down all the mental walls for, could possibly die

it overwhelmed him, because he hasn’t been in a proper relationship in years

and that’s why it was so infuriating to see this

and i’m not defending House, because i know i hated him a lot of times during the time i watched the entire show

but he’s relatable in ways no other character ever was to me

[nyotasaimiri]

Arc Two 104

“So, that’s the gist of it,” Arjun finished, sitting back and tucking his hands in his pockets again. It felt a little odd, like he was giving a report to a professor, which he had never actually done now that he thought about it. But sharing their finds with Esther would be pretty darn close, he guessed. And the little lady, Nyota’s friend. Far as he could tell, Esther was keeping the young lady up to date.

“It must have been incredibly exciting. Is the door still open? Will you be able to go back there? Oh, but I am getting ahead of myself.” Esther Bright took off her glasses and polished the lenses. “First things first, I should congratulate your captain. It sounds like she endured quite the ordeal once again. Where is she?”

“Taking a good long nap,” Arjun said with a flick of the thumb back toward the Outpost. “The others took her home and put her right to bed. Doctor’s strictest orders. She got beat to hell and back by that vault guardian thing. …pardon my language, ma’am.”

“Oh, it’s no bother.” Esther looked over her frames at him, eyes twinkling. “I was a teacher once, you know. Nothing I haven’t heard before. Or said myself, when we get down to it.” The humor vanished under concern as his full statement registered properly. “But she will be alright, I hope?”

“Yeah, she’s a tough nut to crack,” Arjun told her. “Not that it wasn’t trying. Nasty bruises she got out of it, but she was able to walk on her own and everything, and Lumen was still talkative enough. He gets quiet when things are bad.”

“He does.” Esther slid her glasses back on. There was a quiet sadness to her now.

Arjun knew that sadness. He’d felt it too. He reached out, hesitated, offered her his hand. “She’s still here, ma’am. You aren’t the last Protector.”

Esther smiled at him and took his hand. “You can call me Esther, dear.”

*

Mihre sat up as the door creaked open and immediately reached up to hug Marcy as she hurried in, wide-eyed with questions she was afraid to ask.

“Geez, roughest shift I’ve ever had.” She accepted the hug briefly, then pulled loose to take off her uniform jacket. The archives were such a wonderful place, but the stiff, formal clothes were not. She flopped down beside the floran and pulled them into another anxious hug. “Mihre, what happened while I was gone? Are they still in there? Is she—?”

Mihre patted her head until she remembered to breathe. “Is okay,” they all but purred. “The Captain is ssafe.” They passed her the laptop, with the important messages open for her. “Bruises and some cold, but that medic says she will be fine.”

“Cold, huh?” Marcy leaned against Mihre with a soft smile, all the tension melting right out of her. “That reminds me… Did I ever tell you how she came to live with us on Earth?”

Mihre chuckled softly and ruffled Marcy’s curls. “I assumed by spaceship.”

“Hey.” Marcy whacked their leaves. “Literal idiot. You know what I mean. How she came to live with me and my family.”

“Ahh, no.” Mihre settled in more comfortably on the sofa. “You know I like a good story.”

“There isn’t too much to tell,” Marcy said. “She had started working for us a few months before, during the summer. Dad felt sorry for her always having to hide in our air conditioning. Apex and heat, you know.”

Mihre nodded in solemn sympathy. “Thick pelt, not good for sun.”

“Right. She was a good worker. Always showed up on time, figured out the sorting system really fast, even though she wasn’t very good with English or Galactic Common yet. But then she didn’t show up at all one day, mid-December. That’s right before winter on Earth, when the weather started getting really cold.” Marcy stopped and shook her head. “…I don’t know why I’m spilling all this now. It’s been years, and…”

Mihre patted her shoulder. “It interests me.”

Marcy smiled. “Okay.” She took a deep breath. “It’s just… Thinking of her stuck in the cold, it reminds me… It was Isobu who found her.” She managed to keep her voice steady.

Mihre’s hand found hers. She squeezed it, once.

“I hadn’t met him before. He told us he knew her, caught the same transport to Earth with her, back in springtime. He found her curled up in an alley, a few miles from the library. She’d been living there, all that time. Never told us. I think—”

Mihre waited a moment as Marcy stopped mid-thought, then asked, “She was hiding from the Miniknog, wasn’t she.”

“Yes.” Marcy let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. The answer sounded more like a sigh than a word. “I think she was so scared that they would find her. Then she got sick when the weather got bad, and if Isobu hadn’t found her, if we hadn’t looked…”

Her voice trailed off. She started again, much quieter. “I hope she was warmer, this time, and safe, that’s all.” Marcy looked up at the ceiling with odd little smile and another sigh, shaking her head. “I… know what she’s doing is important, and… this is selfish. I finally found her again, and she’s out there somewhere dangerous, where I can’t reach her. I just… I want her to come home safe.”

Mihre nudged her side and she folded into their shoulder like it was a soft pillow. “She will,” they said. “Has a good crew, yess? And my little brother. And she’s strong, you can tell by looking.”

Marcy looked up. “You can? I mean, I know she is. She taught me…”

The floran chuckled again. “She is. I can tell, good floran sskill. So trust your friend. She’s in good hands.”

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Marionette sat at the edge of the lake deep in thought, wondering what the first lesson they would teach Grim and Reaper, they hadn’t taught anyone in years not since the rebellion…. those souls, many that has passed on and lost their lives to her heathen of a creator. They shook their head as to not dwell on it too long. “Seems like you’re stuck again Marionette, would you care for my guidance?” She froze, all her thoughts stopped in that moment, unsure how to feel or what to say as they turned their head to see: Azrael, after so long. He stood before them, smile the soft warm smile he always wore on his face “I know you may think this a trick or possibly a hallucination from your brain with grief but I can assure you. It is me old friend” they were stunned, they couldn’t stop themselves from reacting as she leapt up and hugged Azrael unbearably tight.

“You’re Here! How! Why?!” Is all they could squeeze out “I do not know. I just know I am here now but not for a long time I’m afraid” they stop hugging him, looking at him with such pain and grief “It is a shame… I would like to stay longer with you and enjoy the company of your friends, that Samuel fellow seemed nice” she couldn’t help the tears that burst from her eyes. Azrael wiped away her tears “I want you to know Marionette, my dearest friend, brother in arms, and partner. My death was not your fault. You were in shock and frightened, I was in a compromised position, the stakes were high and knew the risks. It is not your fault Marionette, never was your fault. I am not and never will be angry with you for simply being scared in a very tragic and traumatic moment" she wanted to protest, she to say something but couldn't. Azrael just stood with her until they could calm down

Marionette did eventually compose herself enough to speak again, "Az, I-I- by the strings I missed you dearly... I have new friends now but I still feel alone on occasion. I still miss your guidance when I couldn't follow through or figure out something, I miss your comfort when I couldn't properly manage my emotions. I feel so stuck sometimes without you here, and now with The Grandmaster's return I am so scared, I don't want to lose my new friends, I don't want what happened to you and Hare, and Molly, oh strings Chalice...poor Chalice..." Azrael softly shushed her “Marionette, you did all you could to keep us alive and you’re doing the same now. You are strong determined individual, more than me and Hare. You can and will protect your new friends, you’ve always been a good protector” as he spoke he noticed himself started to fade, his time was coming to a close.

Marionette noticed it as well and while they were distraught to see him go, they knew he had to return to the afterlife and be at peace. “I love my comrade” she said as he faded “I love you too old friend, be at peace Marionette and destroy that demon once and for all” and with those last words he disappeared. Marionette was saddened but she wasn’t as sad as before. They felt hopeful and calm.