#You shouldn't have left me alone to fend them off

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Man, trying to grind for Larry and Lawrie mastery in any mode is gonna be such a chore to do

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

levi drabble? no. 12 please <3 ooh but flip the tables, its levi saying it or dont- okay i cannot decide-

I LOVE THIS???????

also i hope i characterized him okay enough lol. i'm writing this at work in between clients soooo

come torture me with this drabble challenge!

#12: "i wish you wanted me"

Want | Canonverse Fluff Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 1k ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, captain!reader, mutual pining, this accidentally turned into a oneshot lol

"Captain? Captain, your orders?"

The scout's voice seemed muffled. All of Levi's senses seemed muffled. His gaze was only fixated on one side of the forest, desperately trying to pick up any visual or auditory cues.

"Captain?"

Levi finally got dragged back into reality with that third prompt from his subordinate. Having been fixated on only one thing, anything discussed within the past 5 minutes had been completely disregarded.

"What?"

"Your orders? There are Titans approaching from the left and right flanks," the scout said nervously.

It wasn't like Levi to be this scatter-brained. He always knew what it was that he had to do and he most certainly never missed out on vital information that was being told directly to him. He was overly distracted and it was affecting his ability on the field.

You were currently fighting on the left flank. Another newer squad was fighting on the right. He knew which side he had to go to for reinforcements.

He desperately wanted to go to yours. He wanted to make sure you were safe. He knew it wasn't anything other than a foolish, selfish emotional whim. You were more than capable of taking care of yourself and your squad. Strategically, he had to go to the right flank to maximize their chances of survival.

After clearing out the Titans, the Survey Corps formed a small fortified camp to rest and patch up any wounded before continuing the expedition.

You were currently in front of a campfire with your cloak and uniform jacket thrown off to the side. The only thing you kept wearing was the tank top that was usually underneath your uniform. The only reason for this was to expose your right bicep, which had gotten deeply scratched during your battle fending off the Titans. You had spent the last hour having Levi patch it up after he noticed you struggling to do it on your own.

He was awkwardly quiet the entire time, as if something was deeply on his mind.

"Did your squad do any better?" you asked, breaking the silence.

He grunted. "Not really, but at least no one died."

Simply being able to come out of an expedition without anyone dying was a miracle. Although no one on your squad died either, it was primarily because you had to go in multiple times to save them yourself. It probably would've been more efficient if you went in alone.

"You should really re-evaluate your squad," Levi said bluntly.

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you scowled at him.

"Don't be so arrogant," you scolded. "Not everyone has the advantage of your bloodline."

"Tch," he responded in irritation. Every single time someone attributed his capabilities to his Ackerman heritage made him want to punch something.

"It's not that," he said, matching your tone. "My squad doesn't need me to constantly risk my own ass to save them."

You rolled your eyes.

"Well, good for you, Levi. I'm glad that you're satisfied with your subordinates," you said dryly. "Can you quit being dissatisfied with mine?"

He let your arm go and set the bandages off to the side, irritated by your unexpected commentary.

"I'm not joking around, _____. You shouldn't have to be constantly risking your life out there because of your subordinate's mistakes."

You groaned and slightly pushed him away now that he was no longer treating your arm.

"Why the hell do you even care so much?"

Deep down, you knew. Deep down, he knew. It was quite a while ago, but you both could recall a time in which you two were dancing around the concept of romantic feelings for each other.

Of course, it never progressed to anything. It wasn't appropriate and you didn't want to start a scandal. He was still your superior at the time.

Levi parted his lips to speak, but it took a few seconds for any words to come out.

"I can't stop thinking about you when you're on the field," he said quietly. "And it's a pain in the ass to not be able to focus."

You blinked at him, confused as to where he was going with his comments.

"Why?" you asked. "Am I doing something wrong? I'm not your subordinate anymore, remember?"

He exhaled in almost what seemed like a defeated fashion as he looked away.

"I just," he said with his voice barely audible, pausing as if he was unsure if he should mutter the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"I wish you wanted me."

Your eyes widened as those deeply buried thoughts and feelings were brought to the surface. You had assumed that he had moved on. After all, it has been some time that you had been promoted to a Captain yourself, yet it was never brought up.

You looked down and shuffled a bit, adjusting your position to be a bit more comfortable.

Finally, you looked up at him, seeing that he was now glancing at you too.

"Who says I don't?" you said quietly before shooting him a small smile.

You saw a sight that you never thought you'd see.

Levi Ackerman was paralyzed. He looked like he couldn't move. He looked like even if you reached out and pushed him off the seat that he'd remain unmoving.

Levi was not expecting your response. He had continuously told himself that you weren't interested and that anything resembling a confession would be a waste of time and would only bring him shame. He wasn't expecting anything good to come out of it.

"I'd be lying if I said that I never thought about how much I want you to want me too," you said, shifting a bit closer to him, placing your hand on his.

Feeling your touch oriented him back to reality as he looked into your eyes. He didn't know how to process this. He had held onto that feeling of rejection, telling himself that he never wanted to feel that way again and that he wouldn't put himself in that position again.

He never expected anything good to come out of those words that he had muttered—but it did, giving him something new, fresh, and hopeful to hold onto.

A/N: this is the pouty face i imagine him making as he says the line ;aljf;alksdf he's so cute i can't

[rrxaiky]

"𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" - 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

CW. TW - Character death (Implied: Silver, Malleus, Lilia) , angst (all), breakdowns (Malleus, Silver), breaking up (Sebek) , murder (Lilia), suicide (?, implied: Silver) GN reader- They/them (Malleus, Sebek) + No pronouns used. (Lilia, Silver)

A/N: Possible last post before finals.

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⧉ 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

How could one be so attached to another that he was willing to keep a withering body? As Malleus was always, always, no matter how hard he tried... He'd scare anyone near him away... He was unable to make friends... Until he met them. A kind, loving soul that was willing to stay by his side who he had dreamt of not only taking their hand but for them to be by him for eternity.

Yes... He could have both. A selfish, selfish desire. Just with a little magic... Just with a little power... He could preserve their once rotting body for as long as he lived.

Malleus held their hand in his, looking at them with a thin smile he could reveal to only them after their death. Eventually, after staring at their closed eyes, his expression grew to be pained, distressed.

He was supposed to be strong.

Droplets of tears fell from his eyes to their cheeks, and he cried out, "Give me my (name) back..." under his breath, chanting it with broken sobs in between. He didn't know how many times he had uttered those few words, but at last, he had found his voice strained, and he finally knew no matter how much he cried or wailed... He had already lost them.

⧉ 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞

Ahaha... This couldn't be true. It can't be. He was just in a nightmare... Right? Right?!

He knew he shouldn't have turned his attention away from you. With the chaos that had arose overtime, he needed to protect everything around him, and he had been doing well... Until he saw you being mercilessly killed by an enemy.

His eyes widened as he tried his best to fend off whoever was trying to fight him, his guard lowered a little after witnessing what had happened. Everything around them had darkened. Was it nearing night? The moon hung high in the sky as screams continued to fill the area, Lilia occasionally snapping his head towards you to see your lifeless body on the ground.

If he only had paid a little more attention to you... You wouldn't have had to suffer like this, he thought. And if only he hadn't thought such.

Just seconds after he turned his head, he felt a piercing pain in his abdomen, and the object piercing him left his body and abandoned him to fall onto the ground. Eyes shaking as he stared at them and as the clouds covered the light of the moon from shining down at the warzone...

He knew he had lost his moon.

⧉ 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤 𝐙𝐢𝐠𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭

If he didn't focus so much on being a knight... If he wasn't so loud... If he didn't act before thinking, would he still be with them? He could only blame himself for losing them. He was the one who broke their heart first, not them. They tried their best to be supportive, cheering Sebek on whenever they could.

Now, whenever he was training outside of with Silver or Lilia... He'd find everything so much more exhausting. He no longer had someone watching at him with soft eyes, or sometimes reminding him to take breaks.

He hated every second of it, no matter how much he tried to deny it.

He hated himself for letting them go. Why didn't he realize earlier that he loved them so much? As a human, as a friend and as a lover. Sebek was sick of training. He didn't want to train if they weren't with him anymore, and although it hurt him to see them so happy without him, they were now freer than a dove. In fact, a dove so free that could easily fly high up into the azure sky to be left alone by other beings...

Beings like him.

⧉ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫

"I don't want to do this." Silver mumbled, the tip of his cold blade just barely pressing against your chest. Why couldn't someone else do it? Why was he the one who was tasked to kill you... Why did the both of you have to suffer? Maybe you deserved it as a traitor... But he was innocent. He didn't deserve to feel what you had in your heart.

You reached your hand out to touch one of his cheeks, and Silver felt his heart break, bit by bit, knowing that that was the last time you'd ever touch him so warmly. You couldn't live. You betrayed all of them...

"Don't be sad... You know you have all the rights in this world to be mad at me." "I lied to you, so just kill me already."

How could one just... Say that? He knew you wanted him to quickly end it all, but he just couldn't, not for the life of him. The strong feeling of guilt, anger and emotions that would take over his body if he did was too much to handle.

Seeing this, you lifted your hand from his cheek, gabbing onto the sharp sides of the blade, blood being drawn from your hands.

"Hey Silver... If you don't want to do it, I can do it myself, you know." Silver opened his eyes as soon as he heard you finish your sentence. His expression only made you tighten your grip on his sword.

"What...?" Silver managed to choke out. "You heard me, and you know what I mean. You don't have to kill me if you don't want to..." You continued on, and he felt everything go silent. He heard it right both times.

"So... You don't need to tell them you didn't kill me."

"Just say the job's been done... Okay?"

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Pacify Her

*dark AU: Hobie is psychotic and obsessed with Miles. Not fluff-and not for the faint of heart. So yeah, trigger warning!

Tired, blue boy walks my way

Hobie leans against the wall in the hallway in HQ, his dark eyes stares far watching Miles along side with his girlfriend, Gwen. The two were spending time together, it irks the punker so much.

Holding a girl's hand

His eyes glares at the two holding hands, he inhale his cigarette before exhale a long grey smoke. The feeling in his chest is pure jealous, green with envy glint in his narrow eyes.

Each step he made, his heavy boots clicks by the amount of accessories he carries. Following the two from afar without their Spidey Senses warning them. He's their friends, they would never think Hobie would hurt them- well, Hobie's eyes on Gwen.

Boy does he want to bash her brains with his guitar. The little weak insect touching his little prey, his little Miles. The Latino laughs along with Gwen talking about something. He didn't care, he only wants to see Miles' smile. That beautiful wide smile like beaming sunshine all warm, all too perfect. He wants his Sunflower.

The blond Spider-woman giggles as she lay her head onto her seventeen boyfriend. Hobie scowls with disgust at the little cunt touching his Sunflower. Someone so tainted and broken shouldn't touched his Miles, not even Gwen.

The little traitor with her stupid emotional pathetic life. He only took her under his wing so he can use her. Good thing, he did. She was able to paint this perfect picture of Hobie Brown, Spider Punk. The cool Spider-man who does whatever he wants.

To say the least when he heard Miles, he thought he was weak too. A lad coming from a perfect home, middle class family with a dad that's Chief of Police. Massive eye roll the way Gwen talked about him. He assumes he was a white boy like Peter Parker- Oh boy was he so wrong.

Hobie's happy he's wrong to say the least. Seeing Miles being powerful, strong never forgetting who he is- it's enough to get his crotch aching in his skinny jeans. He lick his lips thinking about how he saw Miles in a wave panic was able to fend off all of Spider Society by himself.

Such a golden boy, so much so Hobie wants to break him. Make him his. To keep his Sunflower looking at him and only him.

That basic bitch leaves finally

Black eyes watches Gwen leaving Miles alone in the cafeteria. A wide smirk appeared on his face.

He watches her leaving into the left exit having to put on her Spider-woman mask being in a hurry. Perfect.

Now I can take her man

Leaving Miles all alone. He appeared in front of his Sunflower being laid back. "Peter Pan, what's up, mate?" He asked.

Miles lift his head up from drawing Gwen while eating his lunch, "Hobie, my man. What's up?" A wide bright smile on his face looking so joyful to see him.

Hobie likes Miles- no like is what little sprogs say when they play stupid games like Cooties. Hobie is infatuated with Miles, obsessive to the point he knows Miles' breathing pattern.

Only Miles know how to claw their way through survival. To proven themselves to shitty people that wank themselves the moment they see a poor bum staring down. The amount of power to show and never give up. Hobie wants him.

"Nuthin' much. Where's Gwendy?" Hobie asked taking a french fry from Miles' basket of fries. "Saw you two snogging."

"Oh, she went to the restroom. I'm sure she's fine." Miles happily said. "Hahaha, we weren't snogging, man. We were holding hands."

"You're a virgin, mate. You need to be forward." He knowns Miles is the type to take his time, romantic at heart. The poor lad doesn't know Gwen isn't one to wait.

He should know, Gwen had a crush on him when he took her under his wing. She would casually flirt with her disgusting awkward flaunts or being touchy.

Of course, Gwen had to agree to be with Miles when he asked her out. She's the kind that never wants to hurt her friend's heart. So the poor lad living in this lie.

"Me? Nah, I like to take my time." Miles being bashful.

Hobie grins at him, "Oh yeah?" Hobie turns pinks whenever he sees Miles, that's what people say. At first, he noticed his universe style and learns to use his emotions to his benefit. When he sees Gwen, he thinks of something nice so his true colors aren't show. At first it was hard but he got the hang of it.

"Yeah?"

Miles shyly nodded.

Just then Gwen appears to kiss Miles on his cheek. "Hey bae, I'm back." Happily sitting next to her boyfriend.

Hobie's eyes carefully side eyes her, his jealousy almost peek through. Then he calms down when he saw Miles' smile. "Hey bae! How was the restroom? Wasn't pack?"

"Nah, it was fine." She noticed Hobie happily said, "Hey Hobs, what's up!"

Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours

"I'm good, Gwendy. Just talkin' to Peter Pan, here about sex." Hobie casually said.

"Ohhh, wow. Miles, look at you." She said out loud.

"Hobie!" Miles looks a bit flustered, then gave a weak smile when his doe eyes glanced at the punker.

Hobie only winks at him.

But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?

"Ho-oo-oo-bie!" Miles came crying to his punker.

Pavtri was chilling with the punker on his houseboat. The two were hanging out until Miles came through the portal in full tears.

Hobie stop what he was doing to calm the Spider-man down. Pavtri made chai for Miles to calm his nerves. "Dude, what happened?" Pavtri asked

Miles sniff, "Gwe-Gwe-Gwen broke up with me!" He cries into Hobie's arms, "Sh-Sh-She said she was sorry and couldn't do it anymore!"

"Awe, man. That's terrible." Pavtri said out loud.

"Yeah, bruv. Why would she do that?" Hobie fake gasp, he knew Gwen wouldn't last with Miles. She's too problematic.

"I-I dunno 'no!" He looks up with his puffy eyes and pouty lips, "I think it's because she wanted sex, but..."

Pavtri rubs Miles' back, "But?"

"I'm Asexual!" Miles came out being in full tears. "I-I-I don't want to have sex..."

This caught Hobie off guard. What a beautiful secret! His perfect Sunflower became even more pure to him. Knowing that virgin hole will never be touched, those puffy pouty lips never sucking dick or pussy. To see such lovely supple skin in sweat- Oh no, his Sunflower is so pure.

Hobie's body for the first time turned vibrant pink with hints of red. Pavtri noticed being surprised. Miles didn't noticed being too much in tears about his break up.

The punker is know to be a lad that loves sex. In the beginning, he did it for survival, but he does it for fun. Sex would mean nothing to him from time to time. Flaunting it never impresses him, but this!

Miles being a beautiful virgin, it gets him going. A huge bulge from his skinny jeans formed. "Shh, it's okay, luv." Hobie made Miles sit on his lap almost straddle position.

Miles sniffs so cutely with a pout, "Bu-bu-but Gwen?"

"Sh-sh-sh, you just lay here and calm down. I'll never leave your side." Hobie hums.

Pavtri watches the two feeling very weirded out by Hobie's flirts. He thought it was a low blow to be after Miles after a break up. But the Indian Spider-man stood quiet.

Miles nodded with his arms around the punker's neck, "Okay. Like this." He lays his head on Hobie's chest.

"Yes, luv. Don't worry... just be here with me. I'll protect you." His voice lingers on. His eyes on Pavtri gave an indication for him to leave. The Spider-man rushed out without another sign.

"Okay..." His Miles rest with him, "But Hobie... what's this?" Feeling something poking his bottom.

"Nothing, luv."

Pacify her

Hobie saw Gwen in her Spider-woman swinging from building to building. It's a cold night in her world, she was doing her parol to make sure her city safe. When she got on top of one building she checks on her watch, "Hmm... no drugs here?" She looked confused by the news through a mysterious email she received.

Unaware of the stealthy punker coming behind her, he took hold of his guitar the closer he got to Gwen. His eyes saw red, no one hurt his Miles.

When Gwen's Spider Sense kicked up, she quickly turns around only to say, "Hobie?"

She's getting on my nerves 

"Hey Gwendy!" A sinister smile appear on his face with a sadistic eyes gleaming in bright red. Gwen stood with wide eyes before able to process that her friend slams his guitar against her head.

The Spider-woman fell on the floor feeling her nose bleed, "Wha-Why?" She cries with her blue eyes pleading for help, her jaw broken. Too freaked out from what happens.

Hobie licks his lips, "This for Miles, Gwendy. Don't worry, I'll take good care of him." He lift his guitar one more time with one harsh swing.

*WHACK!* *CRUNCH* *THUD*

The sound of his guitar bashing into Gwen's limp lifeless body over and over again only leaving a mush of meat and organs. Hobie darkly chuckles having some of her blood on him. Finally the pest is gone!

Now it's time to hide the body... where to, where to? He stood smoking his cigarette. Hmmm...

You don't love her

Been weeks since friends of Gwen saw her. Miles been trying to contact her but nothing. No one knows where she went too. Hobie watches as everyone were so confused about her disappearances until Miguel made a comment about Spider-heroes always coming and going.

"But-but she isn't the time to just leave!" Pavtri said to Miguel.

Miles nodded, "Yeah! She was-" Miguel cut him off, "Miles, aren't you two broken up?"

"Yeah?"

"Then, she's off to be on her own. Many Spider-heroes do that." Miguel looks down at Miles.

"But-" Miguel cut Miles, again which pissed Hobie off. "Morales, don't you think it's better to get away from it all?"

Miles frowns, "Yes, sir."

"Anyway, I'm sure she's fine. Now, can you all leave me alone." Miguel said out loud.

Miles looks down with worried with Pavtri hugging him, "Come on, Miles. We'll go drink a cup of tea."

Hobie was about to follow them until Miguel commented, "Not, you Brown...."

"Hmph?" Hobie saw Miles and Pavtri leaving the room. Then his heavy boots thud every step toward Miguel.

"I did my part in saving you hind. Now, you keep your part." Miguel's red eyes glaring at the punker in front of him.

"Yes, boss-man!" He tosses Miguel the flash drive, "We don't want anyone knowing there's two killers around- two serial killers."

Miguel catch the flash drive, he crushes it with his hand. "Good. Next time, I won't be so kind."

"Heh, next time don't fuck up, mate." Hobie grins darkly, "I saw your eyeing on Earth 9916, looks like your planning to having another sprog?"

"None of your business. Now leave or else," Miguel licks his lips, "I'll take your Sunflower. He looks pretty easy to fuck with." His red eyes gleams with lust.

Oh how he hate that fucker. But a lass, he needs his fellow killer acquaintance, they need each other to maintain this foolish propaganda of being great heroes to get what they want.

Hobie chuckles, "Watch it or I'll bash your lil kid's head- not the first time, I've done it." The two were having a stare down.

Miguel finally said, "Leave, Brown."

"Already doing that." Hobie was already out the door.

Stop lying with those words

Miles took a small bite of his burger as him and Pav went to hang out with Hobie on his houseboat. "So, what did Mr. Grumpy pants say?" Pavtri asked.

Hobie shrugs, "I dunno. I don't listen to shit." He wore his black ripped tank top having a bucket of red chum getting ready to dump it out of his boat.

"Mmm, I'm sorry, Hobie." Miles finally said, "Miguel must've been mad at me and took it out on you. I went to him for help but he seems so annoyed."

"More like too touchy. You saw how he keeps touching our shoulders so much." Pavtri shudders with disgust.

Miles took another bite. "Mmhhmm, I felt his eyes were on me for too long."

"Is that right?" Hobie asked putting on a fake smile as he stir the chum, "Looks like I have to give him a piece of my mind."

"No, Hobie. It's fine. I can handle myself." Miles being proud. "I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Nah, luv. I promise to protect you." Hobie turns to him.

Pavtri eyes on the red chum, "Um... Hobie why is that chum so red? Like it's not from your world?"

"I like to grab other world's crap to feed the fishes here or feed it to my dog." Hobie toss the bucket of red chum in the ocean as the fishes come by to eat. "See!"

Pavtri saw the way the chum looks too meaty red, then again he always thought chum always looks red. He shrugs it off. "Miles, your not hungry?"

"I'm sad Gwen left us. I hope she's okay." Miles pouted, "I hope her dad is fine. I never knew she would runaway, again."

"She's always running. Let her be. It's no use if she doesn't want help." Hobie coldly said then turn to his friends, "Oh, I almost forgot gifts for you two!"

"Gifts! Really? Wow!" Pavtri said out loud.

Miles said, "Wow, Hobie. What's the occasion."

"Nothing big." Hobie gave the two handmade necklaces with a small bottle filled with white dust?

"What's this?" Pavtri asked holding the necklace seeing the tiny bottle.

Miles puts the necklace on, "It's cool. I like it."

"Ohh, it's dirt from when we first met. Thought I made it... Gwen always had that idea." His eyes gleam seeing her bones dust being useful. Then he gave Pavtri a band shirt using Gwen's old Spider-woman's suit, "Try this on. I used old Spider-man patches from all of us..."

"Ohh, so cool!" Pavtri put on the shirt seeing the patches of their Spider-man suits even Gwen's on it. "Sweet! You can see the wear and tear!"

Hobie turns to Miles to hand him a shirt, "Here you go, luv."

"Oh thanks, Hobie. I'll keep this forever and ever." Miles happily puts on the shirt.

"Hey what's that jar?" Pavtri asked.

"Oh this is red paint... I'm going to write Poly's name."

"Oh you finally gonna write your Houseboat's name! Can I help?" Miles asked.

Hobie's lips twisted to an eerie smile, "Sure, luv. I made the paint myself. So I used a dry pigments that smell like iron... so its bit funky."

Pavtri said, "Miles should make some cool designs!"

"Ohh, can I?" Miles doe eyes on the punker.

"Yeah, whatever you want. Make sure you have fun with it." Hobie playfully dip his finger in the jar of red paint, then pull it out to tap on Miles' nose. "Okay, Sunflower?"

Miles giggles, "Okay, Hobie." The punker smirks widely having his Sunflower completely his.

Pacify her

[kaylatoonz]

Partner in crime

Some people argue if there is room for Amy or Rouge in the next film, pinning them against each other.

I say why not both.

Maybe they can be introduced at the same time like tails and knuckles but with a twist. They’re both very familiar with each other in fact they are partners in crime and sisters. They don't always see eye to eye (Rouge being comfortable with their lives as thieves while Amy wants a different life) but they care about each other and always get the job done. That is until they get separated when trying to steal the master emerald from team sonic.

Amy gets captured by Sonic and the gang, while Rouge gets taken in by G.U.N or Dr. Eggman(or Agent stone, not sure if Jim Carry is returning or not). Rouge at first uses Shadow and others to her advantage to get back what is hers, the emerald, and her little sister. She later bonds with Shadow (and later Knuckles) but both are too dead set on what they want. Amy, on the other hand, realizes there's something bigger going on and it's her time to change her path. She also bonds with the gang (especially sonic), earth, and the people of earth/green hills. She eventually can't see herself leaving this planet especially when it needs their help.

When they meet again (maybe G.U.N or Eggman capture Amy for Rouge) Rouge feels betrayed due to Amy not wanting to finish the job and leave earth to fend off their own problems. Rouge just wants things to go back to normal while Amy wants things to be different (she wants to help others). Some things are said between them that shouldn't have been said and Amy is left alone in containment until the job is done.

Shadow checks up on Amy to make sure she doesn’t try anything funny but in reality, he can't stand seeing her upset for some reason. Mistaking Shadow for Sonic (the room is dark no Amy is blind jokes please😑) thinking she was saved she rush in for a hug. Shadow freezes but can't help but smile at the comforting yet familiar feeling. Before he could put together what that feeling was, Amy pushes Shadow away realizing her mistake (when she gets a better look at him in the light). Shadow is left shocked because; 1. She was able to push Him and 2. she look more embarrassed and apologetic rather than scared of him. He's again shocked when she asks if he’s ok. He tells her he's fine and let slip that he is just used to other seeing him as a monster or weapon. Amy argues that he's not a monster or weapon but shadow ignores her and asks why she's not afraid. Amy rushes in to give him another hug and tells him "All I see is another hedgehog like me who wrap up in something they can't control but you have the power to change that. And someone who needs more hugs than I can count." Shadow leaves Amy to continue "his" mission but Amy's word linger in his mind. (this unintentionally turned into a Shadamy moment👀).

Eventually Rouge learns to let Amy go and that there’s bigger enemies to fry when she encounters Knuckles again (he knocked some sense into her😭).

(this doesn't mean her thieving days are through😉).

Amy has her scene with a Shadow.

The day is saved (not sure if Shadow will die or not👀)

Rouge and Amy probably would go their separate ways. Amy joins the team and stays in green hills while Rouge travels to earth to see what other jewels they have to offer.

I think this way would allow the film to switch between what going on with Amy (and sonic heroes) and Rouge (shadow and the villains). Hopefully, they would have balance screen time this way.

Bonus:

When team Sonic had Amy captive I think it would be funny if they played good and bad cop. Sonic fails at both roles because he’s too excited about meeting another hedgehog that technically didn’t try to kill him.

Knuckles: Hedgehog we are not here to mingle, you need to play your part to find out what they are plotting.😡

Sonic: Hey! you wouldn’t be any better at this if we got the bat instead! I saw the way you looked at her.😙😜

Knuckles:😳😡

Amy:🤨

Tails:🤦‍♂️

Later when things are patched up between Rouge and Amy

Rouge: If you put in the good word for me with Big Red over there I'll get you set with Blue.😏

Amy: ROUGE!😳😡

Rouge: 😉

[hopefulstarfire]

Day 6 of my valentine ship prompts!!! Y'all I am so excited for this prompt. I've been waiting patiently because I knew exactly who I was using for this and you all know my brain rot for them is REAL.

Prompt 10: Soulmate.

Obviously of course I had to do starcrossedshipping for this. Because they're that. They're THE soul mates out of any ship I have okay. I just love them. I love them a lot.

Previous Prompts

Day One || Two || Three || Four || Five

I hope you guys enjoy!!!

Bakura had met her by chance when they were still children.

A young orphan girl on the streets, trying to find any way to get coin to help her ailing sister, not caring if she herself was able to get any assistance. She turned up her charm, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she came off as sweet as could be. He had seen what she was doing, what she was failing at in this village -- they didn't seem to care much to offer a kind hand to a random child -- and, by all accounts, he shouldn't have helped. He had to worry about fending for himself out there in the world as he trained to get stronger.

Yet, even still, he stole two extra loaves of bread for her. He didn't know at the moment if her ailing sister story held any weight to it; he didn't until she offered to let him come over and he saw the older girl. They had no parents, only each other, their parents having been taken and possibly killed, accused of crimes they did not commit.

He felt a kinship towards them. He told himself that was why he kept coming back to them every day, using the chance of stealing food and medicine as a way to train himself as a thief. Even then, his Kema still tried to deposit any spare coin she had when he did, to try and help others who were suffering; and Gods did she get upset when he tried to steal some beautiful little trinket for her to wear, as somebody worked hard on those.

The sisters had become his world.

Then, he had to leave town for a few days, being tested by the very Dark God that offered him the chance for vengeance; something he wished later that he wouldn't have done. For, when he came back, Safiyyah was buried and her younger sister was gone, taken for her potential in magic.

He didn't see Kema again until years later, when he had become a man. No, he had become more than a man; he was the King of Thieves himself.

And she was a priestess in the Pharaoh's court.

That had cut like a knife.

He came to her in the dead of night, luring her out of palace walls for answers. She had told him that after her sister died, she'd displayed a great deal of magical potential and this had been noticed by members of the Pharaoh's inner circle. She didn't have much choice in joining their ranks as a student and later high priestess and magician; and, moreover, where did she have left to go? She was alone in the world, with no telling of when the only person she had left would be back. She wanted to wait for him but they whisked her away before she even had time to try and leave an explanation for him to find.

"Would you have stayed if you could?" He asked her, his tone strained. "If I had come back sooner, or if you had an option, would you have chosen me and not the damned nobility?"

In any other case, it would be a selfish question to ask. She had been able to have food and shelter consistently there. She has probably been treated well due to her gifts.

Her hands found his face all the same, her touch as gentle and soothing as he remembered.

"In every lifetime I have, in any and every point of time, until the end of days, I would choose you every single time," she promised and her voice was honey to him. 'I've wanted nothing more than to be by your side again for the rest of my life."

That was the night he told her the truth about his quest; of the Kul Elna massacre and the horrors the royal family and their soldiers had wrought. He told her of his mission, his drive and the dealings he was making to bring those responsible to justice. If there was one person in this world he felt he could trust, it was her.

She proved him right.

Her hand found his, even as a look of pain crossed her face at the revelation; for both the agony she knew it had to have caused him and for the realization that the man who had taken her to the court, had set her up with her lessons and had promised her a future place within the court, of a hand in marriage she didn't truly want, was the very man who had robbed him of his world.

Even still, she swore to him she would fight by his side and act as a spy on the inside.

That night led to many firsts for them, but none had been more important to him than their first kiss and the first utterances of I love you.

She was his queen, his wife, from then on. It didn't matter they had no home to move into together and make it official, but he promised they would. Once his quest was complete, once the spirits of his people could know rest, and the damned Pharaoh and Aknadin and the rest of that despicable court were dead and devoured by Ammit, they could put everything else behind them and move elsewhere. They would have a home, live the life together that they deserved; one free of strife, free of anguish and struggle, one their future children could blossom in and that they could grow old and weary in together.

Their plan would take time. He needed to gather his resources, strengthen his numbers and his connection to both Diabound and to Zorc. She needed to find the perfect night to strike, plot the perfect routes and gather everything she could on their targets, namely any changes to their routines or to see if they would slip and let their guard down around her or place further confidence in her. Aknadin wanted her to inherit one of the Items; if she could secure one, that would make one step easier.

They played their cards right. He waited for the night to rob the tomb, on the day before some grandiose event or another where the Pharaoh would hold his court. He displayed his skill, made his intention known, made fools of his court (and especially that damned Priest Set; he knew of the intentions Aknadin had for Kema and him). Having to face the Gods wasn't something he prepared for, but it had been a challenge he nevertheless faced with courage. Kema had her duties; perform her magic to try and weaken their defenses from the shadows, to keep them stumbling and keep a route secured for him to break into the palace later.

Their plans were going well. They were showing promise; they had a chance to reach their goals and it was just within reach.

...He shouldn't have gone for the Ring. He shouldn't have gone back into the tomb to fight off against the stray priest and take the Item.

She had run to get there and stop him. She was determined to save him. She had gotten into the tomb before it was sealed, waiting in the shadows to see what would become of the battle. Kema always had faith he could work things out and come out on top, but it never stopped her from worrying nor did it keep her from wanting to protect him from more damage done to him.

He was reckless.

Everything had crumbled around them and she made sure he got out after he fell, before everything tumbled down completely. She shoved him out to where he needed to survive and when he tried to reach out for her, to pull her --

"If one of us survives this, habibi, I'd rather it be you."

He hadn't screamed that loudly or in such a deep anguish since after the soldiers left Kul Elna. Losing her was the pain that caused him to begin to fully lose himself to the darkness that Zorc and the items promised him.

°°°

3000 years. 3000 years and he didn't think he'd find her again. The Items had been locked up, guarded, kept out of the hands of most for that long; no one dared to put on the Ring, even as knowledge of what was held inside of it disappeared entirely.

Ryou Bakura was nothing more than a vessel for him to now have to grow into, but, he served his purposes. Meeting Yugi and the gang years later served him the knowledge that the time to re attempt his plans soon.

He worked even harder; after all, he had millennia to strategies strategies come up with an alternative way to win. It served as motivation to keep his spirit strong. The Zorc side of his personality was quite pleased by this and the side of him that was still truly Bakura had become numb; all that mattered at that point was getting vengeance and ending everything.

Then he found her.

She looked different, but, then again, it was a new life. He didn't know how many she had to have cycled through, nor could he know if she truly had waited for him in every lifetime and if it had caused a lonely heart.

Her long brown hair draped down her back, a pink ribbon hanging in from the side. She dressed in pinks and creams, a golden locket with roses hanging proudly around her neck while a German Shepherd stood at attention to guard her. Freckles danced across her cheeks and her nails were perfectly manicured.

But those green eyes he'd fallen for were still the same, as was the smile that graced her lips and that heavenly voice of hers.

His Kema was back to him, only now she went by Kat.

If he had a pulse, it would be going 800 miles a second and his heart would clench. He didn't think it was possible. Yet, there she was, defying anything considered impossible.

The Zorc half of him was growing frustrated.

The Bakura side of him, the real him, longed to hold her in his arms and kiss her over and over again.

Night came quickly after she joined with their little group. He waited until everyone was distracted and slipped into control unnoticed. All it took was asking her for help and, next thing she'd know, they were quite a ways away from their camp.

"Ryou?" She asked, stepping closer. "Ryou, are you sure you're okay?"

"Never better," he admitted. The hair began to spike up, his eyes, usually full of anger, softened and he held out his hand. She still hadn't figured it out yet and he couldn't be sure she ever would. But it would never stop him.

He takes her hand and kisses it; there's a look of confusion that crosses her face, but a flash of something in her eyes; like her brains trying to push her to remember what once was. "Hello, rouhy."

[wonderlandleighleigh]

I live for Lenny and Rose content

It's certainly a strange arrangement, and at first, Rose had certainly been wary.

Miriam is going out of town on tour, and Abe is going to the premiere of some big Hollywood film, covering it for the Voice. There hadn't been enough money for them both to go, and Joel and Mei can't take the kids for that long in one stretch, so Rose is staying behind.

She has matches to make anyways, but it's very rare that it's just her in the house. Certainly there's Zelda some days, but she hadn't been comfortable staying with just her and the children, all alone.

And she doesn't even know why. She'd lived alone in Paris...but not really. There had been Marie and the boys she'd shared the bathroom with. There had been a community.

This cavernous apartment feels like an Island.

"Lenny can stay with you," Midge offers, causing all parties to turn to her, looking a little surprised.

"I..." Lenny blinks, obviously trying to come up with some reason he shouldn't or can't, and he comes up empty.

"Sure!" Abe cries. "He can sleep in Miriam's room, help with the children. Eat dinners with you some nights. It'll be fun! Lenny is a wonderful conversationalist."

"A little vulgar," Rose points out.

"Thank you," Lenny says, causing Midge to nudge him playfully.

And so it came to be that Lenny spent a week at Riverside Drive.

*****

The first thing Rose notices is that he's a quiet man. He isn't like Miriam. He doesn't tend to fill up silences when there is little to say.

At breakfast, we walks out, his hair combed (if not styled yet), wearing his robe over what she assumes are pajamas, and sits down with the newspaper and a pen, making notes as he flips through the pages and eats some toast.

"What are you doing?" Rose asks curiously.

"Oh. I uh...I read the newspaper every day and I make notes on interesting or upsetting things that I can use in my act," Lenny explains as he sips his coffee. "I remember better if I mark them, and then I can spit 'em out on stage."

"Oh."

"Shit, did you want the paper?" Lenny asks, looking a little guilty.

"No, no," Rose waves a hand. "I rarely read anything other than the Style section. Abe usually reads the entire thing and then complains."

Lenny grins. "Yeah, Midge always steals the Style section."

Rose smiles. It's nice to know some things about her daughter haven't changed.

They settle back into silence.

*****

She spends the day working, making matches, talking to potential clients, and when she gets back, there's shouting from the living room. When she steps in, Lenny is play wrestling with Ethan, the little boy having him pinned to the ground.

"Help!" Lenny laughs. "The kid said your money or your life!"

Rose chuckles softly and shakes her head before heading to her bedroom.

*****

On Zelda's night off, they eat dinner in the kitchen with the children. Rose is an awful cook, but Lenny seems to know his way around some basics. He makes them a potato kugel with some steamed broccoli on the side, and it's not bad.

"I learned a little when I was a kid," he confesses. "I was alone quite a bit, so I had to figure it out."

Rose nods as she listens. It's a foreign concept to her. Her children had never been left alone for so long that they needed to fend for themselves that we, and she certainly never had. If her parents weren't around, there was always a maid or nanny on hand.

She watches as Lenny leans in to wipe some food off of Esther's face, proclaiming the little girl silly and poking her in the nose playfully, making her giggle.

"How is your daughter, Lenny?" Rose asks.

He nods. "She's good. She's learning to ride a bike. Ma sent me a photo that's real cute. Helmet and everything." He reaches into his pocket for his wallet and pulls the photo, presenting it to Rose.

"How sweet," Rose beams as she looks. The little girl is blonde, and very pretty. Rose hopes Esther is half as pretty as Kitty is one day.

"Yeah, she's gonna be six this year," Lenny says, taking the photo back and stowing it away again.

"Are you going out for her birthday?"

"Hope so. Depends on work."

"Well, perhaps she could come here," Rose suggests. "Miriam throws some very good birthday parties."

Lenny chuckles softly. "Maybe."

*****

She finds him much later that night, scrubbing the dishes far too vigorously. They're not that dirty, but there he is, steam coming from the tap from tremendously hot water, scrubbing away, hands read and painful looking.

"Lenny? What are you doing?"

He looks up, and there's a brand of stress on his face that Rose hasn't seen in quite awhile. A haunted kind of stress. The kind that you try to keep at bay anyway you damn well can.

She doesn't say anything after that, just shuts off the water carefully and takes his wrist, guiding him to the kitchen table and making him sit down. She disappears to her room for a moment, gathering some ointment and some scentless lotion she keeps around for when Abe's hands need it, and sets them on the table, sitting with him.

He doesn't move.

"Lenny."

"It's fine."

"Leonard."

He looks up at her like a guilty child.

Miriam had, thankfully, confided in Rose about Lenny's addiction troubles. That this is a battle that he is fighting and often refuses to let her help him do it. Something about not wanting Miriam to be pulled into it all, and it's noble of him, but ultimately stupid.

Men are so stupid.

She sighs and picks up the ointment, opening it up and squeezing a little onto her own fingers, taking his hand and rubbing it into the red spots she finds, as if he really is a child.

"It must be very difficult when Miriam is away," she says conversationally. "I know how diverting she can be. God knows she's distracted all of us from our troubles over the years. Noah broke his arm once, when they were children. He feel out of a tree once at Steiner's, and he spent most of that summer in a cast. He was very put out. Gloomy. And there was Miriam, every day, thinking of things to make him laugh. She would tell silly jokes and make silly faces. She would try - and fail - to stand on her head and then fall over. She once ran into a wall when nothing else was working, and she nearly gave herself a concussion."

Lenny chuckles softly at that as Rose finishes with the ointment and then hands him the lotion, which he awkwardly takes and uses.

"Doesn't smell," he comments.

"I keep it for Abe and Ethan in the winter," Rose explains. "Zelda can finish the dishes tomorrow."

He nods. "Thanks for this," he says awkwardly. "Sorry for..."

"Everything is fine," Rose tells him.

"Yeah." He hands the lotion back, still looking awkward.

"Why don't you go find something to read?" Rose suggests. "Abe has lots of books, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

Lenny nods, looking a little more with it at the idea of someone else's book collection and heads off to do just that while Rose gathers her supplies to go to bed.

*****

Joel has the children, and Lenny has a show, so Rose goes downtown to see him preform and it's awful. Vulgar and filthy, but he does make some interesting points, so she has a few too many martinis and when he walks over to her after he's finished, she lifts her glass to him.

"That was awful," she announces.

"Thanks," he chuckles. "You wanna go home?"

"Yes."

"C'mon."

*****

She walks into the apartment a day or so later and he's on the phone.

"Kids are with Joel today, so things are pretty quiet," Lenny says. "I think your mother just got home. Yeah, things are going good. She hasn't killed me or had me arrested, so..." he laughs softly, in a way Rose has never heard before. Soft and spontaneous and light. "No, Zelda's still doin' most of the cooking. I made a potato kugel the other night, though. Yes. Yes it was good. No I didn't burn the kitchen down. I did not ruin your Pyrex, Midge, I promise. I will make you a welcome home kugel upon your return..." his voice goes quieter then "Yeah, me too. Just another week though. It'll go fast. Gigs goin' good? Good. Yes, I did see you on TV the other night, you looked stunning. Well, yes I would like into your panties, but it's not my only reason for saying it."

Rose steps in then, tilting her head, and Lenny looks a little panicked at the idea that she heard that.

"You wanna talk to your mother?" He holds out the phone. "Midge."

Rose grins and takes the phone. "Hello, Miriam."

"Hi, Mama. How are things going?"

"Fine. I made a successful match today," she says. "I think we'll be hearing wedding bells very soon."

"That's great! Kids okay? Lenny behaving?"

"The children are fine," Rose tells her. "And Lenny is very pleasant, if a little more quiet than I'm used to."

"Yeah, you wouldn't know it to look at him," Midge smiles. "The tour is going well. Susie hasn't murdered anyone, and I should be home a week from Wednesday."

"That sounds fine," Rose nods. Goodbye, Dear." She hands the phone back to Lenny and steps back out of the kitchen.

"I am not creepy quiet, you just can't fucking stop talking," Lenny protests with a laugh into the phone.

*****

Abe gets home and they all have dinner together, and Abe regales them with stories of Hollywood and interviews and the movie he saw, and it takes up the entire night, and that's fine. Rose has missed her husband terribly, and she's happy that he's so excited. Lenny looks interested too, asking questions and laughing at Abe's jokes.

And it dawns on Rose that she has spent an entire week with Lenny in the house and she didn't mind at all. That he will, eventually, she thinks, make an infinitely more tolerable and pleasant son-in-law than Joel ever was.

When Miriam comes home, another week later, Lenny does make her the promised kugel, and Rose accidentally catches them in an intensely passionate welcome home kiss, which she does not interrupt or comment on later.

"I'm glad things seemed to go so well with Lenny," Midge tells her as they clean up after Dinner. Lenny will be headed back to his own apartment in the morning.

"He's a nice boy," Rose comments. "I didn't expect that."

Midge smiles happily, but doesn't comment.

"So. When are you getting married?"

"Mama!"

A mother has to ask.

[chirurgy]

OK NO FUCK IT, I'M GOING OFF

I love Maria's and Tomoe's stories in TT or at least I love them together as they tell the story of two different people from two different circumstances struggling with two different things.

LET ME EXPLAIN

First let's talk about Maria Torres, a quick thinking and efficient paramedic. We quickly learn that she used to live in an orphanage. It's never mentioned since when but for me I like to imagine she's been there her whole life, ever since she could recall she was always playing inside the orphanage with other kids. As she watched both kids and volunteers come and go she probably had to fend for herself and be self sufficient. No mom and dad to help her, she had to be her own parent if she wanted to go forward.

She's probably had a fascination with heroes even before the incident with the fire. I think saving Rosalia just cemented her interest even further. Heroes are seen as reliable, the kind that people go to when there's trouble, they could shoulder the world's burdens without much trouble. And Maria wanted to be all that, if she could be like a hero then she'd be golden because you wouldn't have to ask for help when you become the help you've always needed.

Or at least that's what she thought.

Fast forward to the events happened throughout the game, Maria learns the harsh truth that her idea of a hero doesn't exist. You can see her rushing to the scene, pushing people aside, do all sorts of reckless things (RIDING A BIKE WITHOUT A HELMET COUGH COUGH) to save the day but instead you see her fighting with her peers, disregarding hierarchy and coordination and eventually breaking under pressure as she finally trips with her own feet while trying to transport a patient.

And it hurt her. It really did. Seeing someone taking over in her stead was a blow to her pride. In that night, she felt like a failure to everyone, to her peers, to her patients and to herself above all. What kind of hero she was? What kind of hero screws up like that? Tomoe has once expressed concern of her for offering to help after a long shift to which Maria brushed off as nothing. Even Gabriel was offering something when she looked a bit distracted. In her selfish pursuit to become a hero, Maria was probably known to neglect her own needs most of the time.

When she witnesses another accident happen right in front of her eyes, she was once again stuck in a situation where she knew she couldn't pull it through on her own. She grows desperate, she does everything she could on each patient and eventually...she finally calls for help.

And to her surprise, everyone arrives to help her. The same people she pushed aside time and time again, rushing to her side because that's what people do: They help each other. And just as Esha's words reached her ears, Maria Torres finally learned...

That asking for help is not a sign of weakness or failure.

That it's OK to rely on others when her hands are getting full. That she shouldn't be alone in all this.

Granted, there's still a ways to go but with the lessons she's learned in her heart, perhaps someday she will become the adult she always needed in her youth.

Basically, Maria's whole side is her learning to rely on help. As for Tomoe's it's quite the opposite.

Tomoe Tachibana, born in a golden cradle, she was just a baby but the pressuring expectations of her family were already all over her and her childhood memories were of her trying to meet those expectations everyday. Stifling traditions, strict rules, for Tomoe there was rarely a time where she could just be a kid and forget about her duties as the heiress of the Tachibana clan. Her mother was probably of the few people in her life that treated her with kindness so losing her was like losing whatever kindness was left in the world and without her support, it only made things tense with her father.

Tomoe was a brilliant student, top of her class, perhaps even president of the student council as well as representing the archery club of her school. To no one's surprise, her accomplishments would get more impressive as she went to medschool and specialized in endoscopy at such a young age (I ASSUME???)

Yet for Tomoe, this all felt like a farce.

For someone like Tomoe, she had everything she needed. A nice house, probably attending the most pretigious schools, tutored by the best teachers one could ever ask for, food and heat was never scarce and despite the protests of the elders and her father, she was able to pursue her studies to become a doctor.

And it was all thanks to her Tachibana name. It felt like nothing was earned by her own merit. Was she really carving her own path if she was still relying on her clan to get anything? Was she really free from her golden cage when she's obliged to return home to talk about the future of the clan?

She felt powerless. As if she didn't have control of her life. A marionette for everyone to use, to move and talk in her stead while she couldn't do much but watch. Throughout her story, we see a Tomoe that yearned to be free and be relied on and for the first time, we see her do something reckless: We see her stay in the face of danger, an uncertain outcome that could cost her life and she chooses to stay because she believes in the path she's taken.

Tomoe as she was writing a letter for her father, has come to realize there's so much learn in this path she's chosen, but with her newfound resolve it will be a matter of time as she gets closer to become the person she's always dreamt to be.

Both Maria and Tomoe learned different things in that fateful day. For Maria she learned to rely on others, For Tomoe she learned to rely on herself. It's no wonder that they're drawn to each other, I like to believe both Maria and Tomoe see in each other a quality each aspire to have. Maria loved Tomoe's sharp insight, While Tomoe loved Maria's fiery spirit. They really complement each other quite nicely.

And honestly when you think about it, it does give me yu.kichie vibes this whole thing. Both have a girl that yearns to be free and a girl that while a bit violent means well and just wants to protect thus she cares.

ANYWAY THIS IS WHY I SHIP THEM. THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK.

[sighonahurricane]

Okay so this came out to be longer than I expected but whatever I have to get this out.

Now, see, I'll start with lizzie. Lizzie is one of the strongest, emotionally intelligent and patient characters of the entire series for me. Considering that she came from a very humble, and troublesome, background she has been incredibly highly aware of the same along with the knowledge of where her relationship with Tommy stands (I'll elaborate on this later in the post) She has been a trustworthy secretary and became a loyal member of the Shelby clan. And then Tommy marries her (which also I'll write my thoughts on, later in the post) because of their kid etc. Now Tommy is specially very suicidal, very emotionally cutoff, addicted to opium, having hallucinations, too fixed on working to distract himself from everything else. Now if we look at that from Lizzie's pov he's incredibly tough to handle as a husband. if I put myself in her place I would have left him in s5 itself because who says that they pay their wife for sex in their head? Who the fuck behaves like that? If a husband behaves with you like you're just a responsibility and never lets you in on his work, his emotions, his mind, his feelings, what kind of marriage is it really? I'd be sick of mine and let it go. Which brings us to a point that many people raise- "She knew what she was getting herself into" (I'll take this up later on in the post)

Now she still endured it all and then s5 ended with him being vulnerable with her and s6 opens with her giving him the reality check he needs. Somewhere in the four years gap they worked things out etc. Now Tommy is already so changed and even more dead inside than usual and she knows that. She carries on for him and her kids and herself. And then Ruby dies. Okay all she wanted was for her husband and the father of her daughter to be there with her in her last breaths and even for herself because just imagine how tough it would've been for a woman to go through that alone in the 1930s!! But again Tommy is distant because he wanted to try his own ways to save his daughter, and honestly it's a hundred percent valid. The tragedy here is that both of them have different coping mechanisms and approaches to this and they're literal parallel lines. It just is the way it is. And okay she got through that.

But then he left in the middle of the funeral (I do keep in mind how his mental state would've been because he had just come to know that her daughter died because of a deal he did 10 years ago. Atleast he believes that and literally no one came forward to read the speech on his behalf which many people here pointed out too). But Lizzie was there. Again, left to fend for herself, she doesn't;t know what he knows (which again ties back to how he keeps a lot from her) and she knows he's going to do something not good because of how he said that people will pay for ruby's death. And then she gets to know and again getting in her shoes to understand how she must've felt that he killed people in the name of their daughter. Which is honestly, not the best thing a man can do ihmo.

And then he doesn't acknowledge her or his own feelings even, keeping everything on hold for this one deal, which again doesn't tell his wife about. Cut to the scene where he confesses that he shouldn't have put her through all he did and that he loves her. Okay, the first thing I noticed was how she was so confused and had a hard time believing that he actually said that because she's just NOT used to him being so vocal. Ever. And she catches the right vibe there knowing that there is something, there's a to-do list he's ticking things off of but not telling her. Which again, from her pov is sooo sooo irritating. She pushes through and trusts him to "tell her everything" but again the last bit of whatever patience and whatever endurance she is left with for this relationship and for him is cut off and breaks when she comes to know he slept with a nazi

Now if we take all this into account her leaving him is a hundred percent valid. Why wouldn't it be? Her daughter died, her husband slept with a nazi who is their enemy and he is not at all emotionally or physically there with her. ever. he's doing something she has no idea about so we can't really expect her to be all understanding because at one point she will want to know. And honestly if she would've still carried on it would've maybe looked quite unrealisitic because literally no one can endure that much and also considering that she felt insulted, one thing that she wants to shield herself from because people bring her past up and she wants to leave it behind but somehow can't, and even her own husband doesn't let her forget about it (s5). She felt immense insult when Diana said that in front of people.

Imagine being a woman who just placed all her remaining trust and endurance in her husband by telling him that she'll wait for him to tell her everything when he wants to and then you get another devastating news within a few hours (or maybe minutes) considering that not more than 10-12 days have passed since you lost your daughter and your husband has been the emotionally cold and distant. it is bound to shatter all the endurance you have in you.

Also why she reacted like that was the last thread of hope she put in him was not because she was upset about him sleeping with a woman (she kinda knows he's not monogamous, but that's my owntheory), it was the fact that a) they were already mourning a death b) she has no idea why he did it c) he didn't confide in her enough to have told her beforehand. I still feel like if tommy had told her beforehand and if he had done it later on, maybe a month or two later, while keeping her in the loop, it wouldn't have been as devastating because she would've understood (so much for her endurance to bear his bullshit)

Now the problem here is how he repeatedly underestimates her endurance and her loyalty, from her pov.

Now coming back to how she has always known her place in his life. She actually has whether you believe it or not. If she didn't she could've pulled a pregnancy card way before s4, because they fuck a lot come on. By s4 she probably just wanted to have a kid of her own and I still believe she didn't ask him to marry her. He married her for his political image most probably. Which brings us to "she knew what she was getting into" theories. Listen, as a woman in 1930s who literally has been loyal (and employed) to just one man for the past, what, ten years and has known the family and has literally depended on them for her income etc, and with a past like hers, what would you do if that exact man wanted to marry you? She has been a survivor and she chooses her own ways to survive. Tommy wasn't as bad in s4 when he actually would've asked her for marriage. Plus he is brutally honest with and kind of has a soft spot for her. Like I always say, it's just absurd how there is absolutely no bridge between season5 and 4, so we don't know what went down that he became addicted to opium etc and became so horribly distant that his own kids were afraid of him. So it must've been tough for her to handle as well. And it was then that she must've come to know that kay maybe I shouldn't have done this. But again she thinks about her daughter and she thinks it's better to be here than out there. (it's 1930s) So she carries on.

Now that she's gone there are a lot of ways that steven knight can chose to go with this. And I honestly do have some ways in my mind but that's for another post. what I want to say here is that maybe, just maybe, staying away from each other might give them clarity about things. And that he might consider going back just to "tell her everything" and leave it at that and let her make a decision.

Tommy clings to her throughout the show for support and she knows that. She gives it to him when he asks and steps back the other times. She gives him the reality check he needs, ALWAYS. Tommy IS in the wrong when he doesn't tell her things on his own. When she has to literally beg him to tell her things. Now there's the prospect of how she reacts when (and if ever) she comes to know about tommy's apparent illness. And that again is very open ended

and now i'm tired of typing so much lol I'll add more if I have to in some time.

[caesthetix]

GREAT DESCENDANT — Pt. 2 Extra Bread

↪Attack on Titan series

↪content; warrior!reader, aged-up character, graphic description of violence, slow burn, season 4 spoiler

"T-Thank you, sir!"

He stuttered out and bowed a little to the soldier who gave him five loaves of bread. Though the older man did not acknowledge his gratitude at all, instead he just sneered at him, making him flinch since he was reminded of the fact that this island filled with demons.

His long feet stride out from the line, wanting to get back to where his friends waited. Today it was his duty to get the food for his companions, and it needed all of his courage to utter how many people in his family were left when the soldier asked him.

Four, it was the right answer that he was supposed to say. But he couldn't help but stutter five instead. It had only been a few weeks after they breached the outer wall, Maria, and yet he still couldn't believe that it was only the four of them now.

Each of them was grieving. Annie would now scowl a lot and buried her face in her hands, not wanting anyone to see the vulnerable look on her face. Reiner was different, he tried to act tough despite the nightmares that often accompanied him in his sleep. While him? He hid his sadness and pain deep inside his heart because he knew that someone suffered more.

You, you didn't talk at all for days as if you were just their shadows. Annie made sure that you were not hurt when he and Reiner crushed the gate. And even though you were not uttering any words, you could do your task ideally without a hitch, and that was to sneak inside with battered clothes, acting like a child who lost everything.

But maybe you were indeed lost everything, that was what he thought when he saw you just staring into spaces without any expression on your face. The bubbly and warm person that he met back then in Marley was nowhere to be found at this point and he hoped that someday he could meet her again.

When his pale green eyes fell to the familiar strands of your hair, he started to run, wanting to give you the bread for today since the sun was up for hours yet no one ate anything just yet. The shelter where all of them were hiding was an abandoned barn just outside the main city, no one knew who the owner of it was, but when Reiner found it empty, they decided to use it as a temporary house.

They just needed to survive for a few years and they could enroll in the military after that. But now they had to make a plan about what they should do in the meantime. Now they were just four orphans who lost everything from wall Maria. A few days ago a soldier gave them a form to fill out, consisting of some questions about names, birth, and the residence they used to live in before.

And that was the first time he heard your voice after weeks wallowing yourself in silence. When Marcel was alive, he told you that you needed to change your last name. Just for a disguise, it was the safest option because who would have expected if someone knew the weight of your name.

"No." You whispered out, one hand scribbling down the paper to write your name. "I am not going to lose my identity. No." There was a lingering pain in your voice that everyone could notice. "I will do anything, Reiner, but not this. This is my last name and I will lose it if someone takes it away from me."

The blonde frowned when he heard your rebellion, you seemed fine when Marcel asked you to do that back then, but now you changed your mind and he wished he knew the words that could sway you. You continued to write down your information without stopping while the boys stared at you with wonder.

Annie knew that you couldn't be forced to do something that you wouldn't do, so she just shrugged it off and focused on her paper, not wanting to spend her time filling forms if she could do it fast. She really thought Reiner would drop it after hearing your statement, but sometimes he just didn't know when to stop.

"Hey, but Marcel would tell you to do the same."

Bertolt could imagine his friend getting beaten up again at this point. But this time not from Annie, instead, he would get it from you who was now gripping so tight on the pencil that he was afraid you would stab the armoured titan inheritor on the neck with it.

"That's the thing, Braun." You gritted your teeth, avoiding yourself for kicking him on the face. And when the poor boy heard you called him by his last name, he knew that he was done for good. "Marcel is not here anymore, and you are not Marcel."

Bertolt made a note on his head that he would never want to get on your bad side. He felt a shiver down his spine at that time when you completely disregarded Reiner, and those words were not even for him. He couldn't imagine what his friend felt, must be hell for sure.

"Hey, I-I got the food for us today." Stopping on his track right in front of you. You were currently cleaning up the dust on the window, he recalled you said that you despised dirty windowpane last night, and he raised his eyebrow since he wondered how you got some clothes to clean it up with.

"Thank you, Bertolt." You gave him a soft smile, and from just that gesture he could feel his cheek burning from — goodness, he didn't even know what he was feeling right now. "Oh? You got five? How?" He was still in a trance when you threw the question, making him baffled for a second there.

"I said that there were five members in my family." He averted his eyes, ashamed to confess that to you. That and the fact he would see the sadness inside your eyes if he did so."I didn't mean to, really, b-but I only realised it after the soldier gave the portion to me."

"Oh, Bertolt." You let out a long sigh and grabbed two pieces of bread from his hand. "You know you could correct yourself after that, right?" He knew that you were scolding him, but with how soft your voice was, he just accepted it, not even once trying to correct himself. "I will give it back to the soldier, okay? You go inside, Reiner and Annie are waiting for you."

"But shouldn't you eat first?" He was concerned for sure, and despite knowing the fact that you could handle this harsh world by yourself, he was not sure if it was the right choice to let you go alone. "I can drop this off to them and I can accompany you, right?"

You chuckled at this, and his pupils widened at that since it was the first time you expressed some kind of joyful gesture since Marcel's incident. Your eyes closed as you chuckled at him, he didn't know what he did to make you like this but his brain short-circuited to even think about it. He just stood there with mouth agape, enjoying the pure, melodious giggle that slipped from your mouth.

"Bertolt," And how much he loved his name rolled down your tongue was uncanny. "It's okay, I will eat mine on the way. And I can handle myself, I am going to be back before you know it! You don't have to be concerned about me." You gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder, and his body went rigid at that. "See you later, tell the others where I am going, okay?"

He was too frozen in the spot even when you already strolled down the street with the loaves of bread in your hand. There was no time for him to answer you, and he felt like all the words were stuck in his throat. You just touched him, that was the only thing that he could process right now.

Yes, it was nothing special since you always held Pieck's hand back then or gave a pat to the other warrior candidates (especially Porco, for as long as he remembered even though the boy seemed to dislike your presence and unfazed by it), but to him, feeling your touch like that was everything.

It gave him some kind of boost, maybe it was the warm tingle that he felt whenever you were around or the fact that your existence just screamed comfort — he didn't know exactly what caused him to treasure your touch. What he knew for sure that in the end, he enjoyed your company.

"Oi, Bertolt! Why are you standing there like a statue?!"

"S-Sorry, Reiner—"

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The wind caressed your hair as you wandered down the street, turning left and right to the alleyway that would lead you to the plaza. This place had been your home for a few weeks now, and you started to enjoy living here, greeting some people here and there despite how many times Reiner told you not to.

They would ask, of course, where you were from. And you always answered it without hesitation, without a pause, as if the one who talked was an entirely different person with how you always lost all the light in your face when you gave them your answer. They would sympathize, and you took their pity and kept acting it out.

You had a different approach in this mission compared to the other warrior. While they decided to keep a low profile, you were going all out and showed yourself as a victim from the fall of wall Maria. Lots of benefits coming your way with how some adults asked you to move in with them or offering you a job so you could fend for yourself.

Their offers were always so sweet, but you didn't want to leave your friends inside a cold barn with nothing to lay on except the pile of hay. You always ended up cuddling with Annie, not caring that she wanted to kick you on the face at first for not giving her enough space, she ended up liking to sleep in your embrace days after that, so for you, it was all worth it.

Maybe though, their offer about working for them could help you. There were some of them and you sure at least one of the jobs had good earnings. You could buy food for your friends if that was the case, all of you didn't have to rely on free food anymore. And so, you decided that you would go to the adult near the plaza after this, asking if the offer was still up.

"I am sorry! It was already late and there was only one bread left for us!"

Your ears caught the distressed tone that came from the alleyway near you. The plaza was empty now since it seemed like the ration already finished for the day. To know that a lot of people couldn't even have one bread to eat made your stomach churned with guilt and anger for yourself.

"It's alright, Armin. We can share it."

"Yeah, it's not like I eat a lot anyway."

There were three of them, three children that looked like they were the same age as you, and they only got one piece of bread for the whole day. Knowing that the soldier was not there anymore and the commotion already dispersed, you decided to give the bread to them instead.

Your tiny feet waddled toward them, they were currently deep in thought about how to divide the food fairly. And you were thankful that you haven't eaten your fair of bread, so now each of the kids could have one.

"Excuse me," You interrupted their discussion, three pairs of eyes immediately turned to face you. Two of them looked at you with confusion while the other one had her eyes filled with caution. "I am sorry, I heard about your problem before, and I have two extra pieces of bread that you guys could take."

The two boys, one with blonde hair and the other with short dark brown hair — looked at each other without saying anything. It was like they had this kind of bond, talking through their minds before giving each other a nod. Maybe they were debating if it was alright to accept your hospitality or not.

"It's fine, but is this bread really alright for us to take?" The boy with the ocean blue eyes spoke up, taking one step forward to your figure. "What about you then, have you eaten yet today?"

"Yes, it's fine. If not, I am not going to offer it in the first place." You gave him a gentle smile before answering his next question a little bit too quickly to your liking. "Don't worry about me! I already got breakfast before and ate mine. You don't have to think—"

"You are lying." The girl that had been silent the whole time suddenly cut your sentence. "Don't tell me I am wrong because I am sure that I am right." She didn't sugarcoat her words at all, and you couldn't understand anymore if her words mean good or bad. Because surely her onyx orbs looked at you as if you were a threat.

You closed your eyes and exhaled loudly, knowing that you couldn't lie anymore with how sharp the three of them were. But this fact wouldn't stop you from wanting them to take your fair.

"Well, yes, I haven't eaten." Surrendering yourself to honesty, you continued. "But I am going to be fine, an adult in this shop near the plaza offered me a job and food, so I could get it from them after this." You explained truthfully, handing them the bread thereafter.

"Then how come you had extra bread in the first place?" The short-haired boy now squinting his eyes, wanting to understand your hidden motive in case there were any. "You had one for yourself too despite knowing that you could get food from this adult you told us about. So why should we trust you?"

"Eren!"

Ah, so the boy's name is Eren. You thought, couldn't believe that someone would even doubt the others for giving free food. But then again, you couldn't blame them for being extra cautious. No one knew what could happen inside these walls. The worst-case scenario from this was that you poisoned them to get rid of another life to prevent any more hunger.

"You don't have to trust me, of course." You answered him with a soft and calm tone, something that you learned from your house back in Marley. That even when someone raised their voice at you, you needed to handle them with care. "My friend was the one who got the food from me, and he didn't check that he got extra food, so I am here with the first mission to give it back to the garrison soldier."

You gave them the answer that they want, both hands still pushed forward, waiting for them to take it. "Promise I wouldn't disturb you anymore, I just want to make sure you guys get enough food. That's all."

There was a long silence engulfing the four of you. That was until the blonde took the bread out of your hand and gave you a smile of gratitude, which you answered with the same gesture as him. The other two were now looking at you with a softened gaze, finally stripping away their caution towards you.

"I am sorry that I sounded rude before." The brunette started, giving you a cheeky smile as his ears tinted with a pinkish hue. "I just need to be careful around strangers, everything just messed up at this time, you know?" He chuckled bitterly, his eyes darkening as if a terrible memory fleeting through his mind for a second.

"It's fine. I know where that thought is coming from." You kicked the pebbles near your foot before, making it bounce to the wall as you looked down. "Everything is just a nightmare after the breach." And you tried so hard not to break down, not in front of anyone, especially those who were the victim of your action. "All of you — didn't deserve any of it."

Your voice that was so warm and comforting before now turned into a completely different tone. There was sadness, at least that was what they could hear from you. They couldn't see the expression in your eyes since you persisted in looking down at your feet, avoiding their gaze at all cost.

"And you didn't deserve it too."

The blonde, that if you recalled from before was called Armin, telling you words that you thought you wouldn't need to hear. "No one wanted this to happen, no one deserved to live like this." He continued, and you were ready to crumble even more. "But this is our life, for now, so we can't do anything else but move on."

You wanted to get down on your knees, hugging his legs as you begged for forgiveness. Just like what you saw in some of the memories from your ancestors, there were just normal human beings inside these walls. Just like in Marley, just like on the other continent, there were good and bad people, and nothing differentiated them except the fact that they had a titan's blood flowing inside their veins.

Nothing else but that — and the dangerous truth that lies within the walls.

"It's called rumbling, right?"

Just one month from now, you were going to inherit the war hammer titan, and you have been studying a lot, reading the journal that your ancestor wrote. The book was so helpful, preparing you to know the truth that this world had to hide. Sometimes your twelve years old brain could not even understand it.

The past few years you had been training hard privately. You got the best instructor, honing your mental and physical build at the same time. But since you reached the age of ten, your father introduced you to Commander Magath who was in charge of the Warrior Unit, the unit for those titan inheritors.

And you trained with them ever since then. Creating a bond and friendship to those who would fight alongside you in the upcoming battle. The majority of them were easy to talk with like Marcel, Pieck, Zeke, Reiner, and Bertolt. While the rest — not so much.

Annie was fine though, she still talked to you here and there and taught you about some certain techniques of hand-to-hand combat that you deemed remarkably useful. Porco on the other hand, you wanted to grimace at the interaction that you had with him. Yet despite all that, you couldn't stop yourself from smiling for just thinking about him.

But this moment was not the right time to reminisce about the warrior training, not when a few months from now, you would embark on a mission to reclaim the founding titan.

"Yes, when the founding titan decided to unharden the walls and released millions of colossal titan, it was called rumbling." Your father sat across from where you were, filling out papers from the military about you. "If that happened, the whole world would turn into nothing."

You gave a nod of acknowledgement, fingers tracing the ink that seeped on the worn-out paper journal.

"So it was risky to let the founding titan stay in Paradis since no one knew if someday they would activate the rumbling or not." You stated the sentence as a matter of factly, absorbing the information that sometimes made your head pound. "It was risky since they closed themselves inside those walls and no one knew what happened there."

"Yes, my dear." His voice cracked like any other time, having so much burden for throwing you to the frontline of the battle like that. You, his little star, his precious daughter that he never wanted to turn her into a war machine that could only live for thirteen years. "That is why you need to prevent it from happening."

But it was something that needed to be done — and there was nothing that you could do except embracing the cruel truth like an old friend.

"Yes, you are right." Fixing your composure, you were back to the kind girl from before. "Thank you for telling me that, I think I need it." You chuckled softly, fingers tucking the strands of your hair behind the ear. "I-I will go now, then. Hope all of you survive and continue on living!"

Bowing yourself a little before departing (a trait that you couldn't shake off that easily), you waved at them and turned your heels, walking away from the three children that you really hoped would have a beautiful life ahead, for as long as they could have.

"Wait!" But you halted your feet to move forward when you heard Eren's voice calling out for you.

"Yes? What is it?" You were still not that far from them, so you decided to use your normal volume as if they were still right in front of you.

"We haven't got your name!" Yet despite how calm you were, the boy seemed to choose to shout at you anyway. "I am Eren! This is Armin and Mikasa, they are everything that I had left! Now, what's yours?!"

Hearing how excited he was made you giggle, such a complete opposite for real compared to him a few minutes ago when he looked at you with caution. Now he became the child he was supposed to be, with a wide grin on his face as he just wanted to know the name of his probably new friend.

And so you indulged him with it, answering his question with a clear and solid tone.

"It's (Y/n)!" You decided to shout back, equaling his enthusiasm. "(Y/n), (Y/n) Tybur!"

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the art of delicate hands – pt. i

[ wandanat. ]

College AU.

Multiple part series ;

↳ snippets of their relationship and how I perceive them.

sumary:

wanda doesn't like to talk very much, only to her brother (and sometimes her lovely redheaded girlfriend).

notes:

if anyone international is reading this, ASL is shortened for american sign language (language of the hands).

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this is a revised and edited version from when i wrote it on ao3 in 2018.

The only person that knew was Pietro. It was her little secret, and she could only hope that no one now would find out. She knew she shouldn't be ashamed, it was nothing to be ashamed over. Unsurprisingly however, it became her biggest insecurity – years of relentless bullying ensued that.

Wanda was always anxious. When she was seven she began experiencing panic attacks. The metallic taste of blood in her mouth became familiar over time as her panic attacks worsened.

All because she was mute and didn't feel comfortable to speak to anyone, including her parents. The only person Wanda felt comfortable enough to talk to was her brother (you could say that's because they're twins).

A doctor in Sokovia mentioned to Wanda's parents that therapy may help, that it may get her to speak more than four words a week. So her parents moved her when she was 16 and hoped for the best.

Within a year and a half Wanda was able to develop a clear understanding of American Sign Language. Eight months into the move and Wanda's parents had given up on Wanda ever talking, something that she took personal. They didn't catch on to English as quick as the twins did, their native language stuck closer than expected. Pietro didn't mind learning English quickly as he wanted to fit in school, and he also didn't mind studying ASL to communicate with Wanda on a deeper level.

American high school wasn't much better than her hometown. People talked, whispered and gossiped about her in class, muttered hurtful things about her appearance and the way she carried herself; a shy, quiet, timid girl. The worst part of it was when they mocked her for using a language that was supposed to feel safe for her. Pietro always came to her rescue, shooing people away, reminding them that she's his sister. The silver haired boy had no problem fitting in, it was only when they were apart did people tease the younger brunette.

When their parents died, Wanda took the brunt of the emotional attack it had on the twins. She'd been sitting in the backseat of the car, earbuds in, with her music volume at maximum capacity. Her father had tried to tell her to turn down the music while her mother rest in the passenger seat, window down with her eyes closed. When Wanda didn't hear her father, he reached over, eyes off the road, and tapped her. The second she registered his touch a semi-truck hit her father's door. In a matter of minutes Wanda and Pietro both were left alone to fend for themselves.

Putting the blame on herself only caused her to shut down further. It took over a year for Wanda to speak to Pietro again.

But as per usual, the twins stuck together and finished high school. The only difference was that they lived in foster care, they belonged to the state, up for grabs if anyone wanted them. That came to an end six months into their stay. The foster family proposed the idea of adoption, they had no problem in taking care of the twins for the rest of the time being – or, if they wanted, every day after as well.

At twenty, Wanda and Pietro eventually both went to college and shared a house with a bundle of other people on campus. The younger sibling even found herself a girlfriend within the group, her name being Natasha Romanoff.

Natasha didn't mind at all how little Wanda talked. She was curious, of course, but even before their relationship Nat never pushed her girlfriend into anything uncomfortable. Natasha could tell Wanda always made effort though, that's what drove the brunette into allowing herself a relationship.

When the redhead would sleep, Wanda would continuously practice signing. She'd sign songs and poems, movie scripts and books, everything she possibly could to improve herself. It was a very personal, in touch form of language for her.

Wanda had been with her girlfriend a little over a year and Natasha still didn't know all the unpleasant factors that came about her life. Wanda only told her just enough to get by, and she felt immensely guilty for that. Truth was she desperately wanted to tell Natasha, she just didn't know how. She'd thought about just signing something to her and hoping she would catch on, but figured that would be too much. Anxiety spiked in her chest and in her bones, and she was tired of feeling like a liar.

With a sigh, Wanda plopped down on her bed and pulled her phone out from her back pocket. Unlocking it, she went to her text messages and scrolled to Pietro's contact. When she was sure no one else was in the house, she tapped the call button and listened to the phone ring until Pietro answered.

"You know I'm in the other room, right? You literally could've called my name." He greeted, accent heavy through the speaker.

Wanda giggled as she ran her fingers through her hair. You're safe. Speak, it's okay. She reminded herself.

"Yeah, but are you free?"

"Always."

"Can you come here? I need to ask you about something." Pietro gave out a loud, playful sigh but walked to her room, disconnecting the call on his way in. "What is it, my dear sister? What could possibly be troubling you here on this day? Is it that scruffy redhead?" He smirked arrogantly but sat down in the desk chair across from Wanda, not failing to notice how she rolled her eyes.

"She doesn't have scruffy hair and you know it. It's soft, gentle – and much less damaged than your shit show of an excuse for bleached hair."

"Whatever you say, little chaos."

Wanda groaned, "Why must you still call me that?"

"It suits you well."

There was a shared moment of silence between the two before Pietro spoke up. "What was it you wanted to ask me about?" A small frown was plastered on Wanda's face and Pietro found himself wanting to know even more now. Wanda waited another minute before finally answering. "Should I tell her? You know, about..."

A huge smile took over her brother's face. He was ecstatic that she wanted this for her girlfriend. "Of course you should! I really think she'd be interested to know more about you – y'know, since you don't ever tell her anything."

"I tell her things!" Pietro shook his head, "Does she even know your birthday?" Wanda nodded and turned herself away from him. "I just don't know how to do it. I mean it'd be kind of heavy just taking her out to dinner only to tell her my deepest, darkest secret afterwards. I'm scared she'll hate me, Pietro! And I've never even spoke. More than like, 12 sentences all at once with her!" He softened knowing how much trouble one past  had caused his little sister. "Write her a note?" He suggested, but she shook her head. "I want to tell her, not write her."

Right before he was about to speak again there was a knock at the door. The pair looked up to find Natasha standing in the doorway smiling down at the two. "Am I interrupting?"

Wanda froze while Pietro arrogantly raised his eyebrow and announced his answer. "No. We were just finished talking."

Confusion was written on Nat's face and she stood there until Wanda shook her head and muttered a small "No," giving her the signal that she could come in.

"I'll be in the other room if you need me." Pietro got up, despite Wanda's silent plea for him to stay. He gave her a thumbs up and left the room.

Natasha closed the door and laid next to Wanda, wrapping her arms around the younger woman. "You okay?" Wanda nodded in reply and Natasha knew not to push. For now she'd just keep an eye on her, reassuring her that she could talk to her if need be.

Over the next few days Wanda seemed to be doing better. She was supposed to go to a party with Nat, but opted out to study for classes instead.

"Be safe," she whispered and planted a small kiss on Natasha's lips.

Everyone else went to the same party, leaving the house to just Wanda. She sent out a group message telling everyone to text her or ring her (at the very most importance) if they needed a ride. Wanda didn't drink much anyways so she didn't mind being the designated driver of the bunch. And besides, she didn't mind having some time alone, it gave her the absence of the boys so she could study.

However, after over an hour or so of studying Wanda was beginning to feel stressed. Her nerves were building and she could feel her jaw clench.

She needed a break.

With a small sigh, she got up and connected her phone to her speaker. After scrolling and clicking on her song of choice, Wanda found herself signing the words to a Modest Mouse song.

Green eyes closed as her hands began to string along with the words of the song. It was rather fast paced, but Wanda was able to keep up fairly well thanks to years of practice. Lyrics flowed through her fingertips and in the palms of her hands, her stress levels immediately decreasing as she went on.

Unbeknownst to her, however, Natasha was standing in the doorway watching her every move. She was absolutely mesmerized by Wanda's hand motions. Her finger spelling was very fast, and Natasha was curious to know how long Wanda had known ASL.

When the song was over, Wanda stopped her music and moved herself so she could study again. She grabbed her pens, pencils and highlighters, along with her textbook while her back faced Natasha.

"I didn't know you could sign." Natasha commented. A mix of shock and uneasiness quickly took over the calm look on Wanda's face.

It wasn't until then when Tasha put two and two together. She quickly rushed over to her girlfriend, and carefully engulfed her into a hug.

"Hey, no, I think it's really cool. You don't have to worry now, your secret's safe with me." Wanda began to shake in her grasp, tears forming in her eyes. She backed out of the embrace and against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest.

"No, you're supposed to hate me, laugh at me. You're supposed to be anything but be cool with it." Natasha tilted her head, "Is that what they did to you?"

Wanda peaked out from underneath her arms, the confirmative nod sent Natasha's heart well beyond sinking. She’d never understand how people could willingly be so cruel.

"I'm here to listen, not judge." Her words softly echoed in Wanda's mind, and she watched Natasha carefully to see if she was lying. When she didn't make any remarks or snide comments, Wanda knew it was safe. Accent heavy, she began letting words slip from her mouth.

"I have really bad anxiety when it comes to talking, so I just don’t. Asl makes it easier to communicate, but growing up I was often teased for it. You’re really good at reading me without it, so I hid it from you. Guess their words still haunt me...” Wanda finished, giving Natasha a little more insight on her life.

Natasha moved closer to her girlfriend, bringing Wanda’s shaking body into her embrace. She then kissed the top of her forehead.

Wanda looked up to see Natasha thinking, her eyebrows scrunched together and she was chewing on her lip. She nudged her.

“I think it’s quite beautiful if you ask me.” Wanda cracked a smile and rest her head on Tasha’s shoulder. “Beauty comes from pain, I guess.”

But Natasha shook her head, “No, No, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” Wanda nodded. She understood what Natasha was saying, she just didn’t believe it to be true when it came to herself. Nonetheless, she spoke the words, repeating the mantra so that maybe she could start to feel a belief in them.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

[1a-imagines]

A knights promise (part 2)

(Knight!Midoriya x reader)

↬Warnings: smut

↬Summary: After finally running away so you can be together, you find travelling isn't as easy or fun as you first thought. Luckily you have someone to take your mind off it.

↬A/n: This is day 18 of the Izumonth collab! You can find the collab post here.

This is a part 2 if you want to read part 1 you can find that here! But honestly, this one is mostly just smut so i guess you don’t really need to read part one. It just gives a bit more insight into their relationship and goals.

Also the art is mine, I'm really nervous to post my art, especially since its kinda old art and my style has changed a lot, so I don't love it. But I drew this awhile back and thought it would go well with this fic since its fantasy izuku. Anyway! Hope you enjoy ^^

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You shuffled closer to Izuku's side, half hiding behind him, hoping his body would act as a shield against all the wildlife.

Izuku couldn’t help but chuckle at the way  your nose crinkled up at the new environment.

"Have the forests always been so-..." you paused thinking of the right word to say. "disgusting?” you asked as you stepped around yet another puddle of sludge. Your hands tightened around his arm. The forest was indeed a beautiful sight from the palace windows, but now you were trudging through mud and wet grass, your boots already caked in dirt, it wasn't as enchanting as you thought it would be.

Izuku gave your hands a light pat. “I know you’re not used to these conditions yet, but I think you're overreacting a bit, princess. It’s just a bit of mud.” He giggled at your sour expression. Truth be told he expected you would be a lot more enthusiastic about the whole situation, finally having freedom, getting to date him without worry, travelling to far off kingdoms and learning new things. You had always dreamed of such a life.

Though it seemed you never thought through the possibility that not everything would be easy and perfect.

"Still, had I have known it would've been this bad I would've brought bigger boots." You muttered. So far this whole 'adventuring' thing has had its ups and downs, like yesterday when you both found that hidden waterfall, the water was sparkling in the sun, vines the trees hung low to keep it hidden as flowers bloomed around the edge of the lake. It was lovely, you both got to splash around in the sun, make a campfire and sit under the stars when night came. It was amazing! One of the most beautiful nights of your life in fact. However, walking through blank fields filled with nothing but muddy sludge wasn't so magical.

A yelp escaped your throat when you were suddenly lifted into the air. You instinctively wrapped your arms around Izuku’s neck as he carried your bridal style. With raised eyebrows you turned to the man who held you in his arms. "What are you doing?" You asked Izuku who grinned in response, "The mud is bothering you right? And as your knight it's my job to protect you even from nature!" He declared, you couldn’t help but smile at him.

"You're not technically my knight anymore, I ran away, remember? So I'm not royalty." While his logic confused you, you weren't about to complain that you were his arms. "I'll always be your knight, royalty or not, I'm always going to protect you." His smile melted your heart, like the sun beaming down on an ice cream cone.

You pressed your flushed face into his shoulder, deciding not to reply. He looked so determined there was no way you would win this argument.

He carried you for hours, and with every step he took guilt stacked another brick onto your heart. Weren't you getting heavy for him. Surely he must be getting tired? He was strong, no doubt. He had trained sith the royal guards, as well as in his spare time, for years! But carrying another human in your arms for hours!? Even the strongest of men would tire eventually.

Catching your eyes he smiled at you, silently reassuring you that he was ok. You purse your lips in response, not believing him, you had already asked him countless times if he was tired, you had told him he could put you down whenever he wanted, but it seemed like he was pretty content with you in his arms.

The more he walked the denser the forest grew. It was a nice day, the sun's light caressing your skin in the best of ways, the breeze brought a refreshing chill every now and then, you could have fallen asleep in his arms then and there. "I don't think we're going to make it to the next down by sundown.." He muttered, shaking his head with a sigh.

"Then maybe you shouldn't have carried me so far, we left the muddy field hours ago and you still won't put me down." You giggled, playfully poking his cheek with your finger. . He blinked, a blush coating his cheeks. "I-I just like holding you!"

He was indulging in the fact he no longer had to hide his love and affection for you, carrying his princess in his arms was just another way to show the outside world who you belonged to, despite having passed no people at all. It was more for his own satisfaction.

"There's a cave over there! We can rest there for tonight!" Your voice snapped him from his thoughts. Your finger pointed out to a lake with a waterfall. It was hard to see but there was a small, circular, opening in the rocks of the cliff. "Good find!" He smiled at you as you jumped from his arms and hurried towards the cave, you wanted to make sure it would be safe enough to sleep in tonight. Izuku pouted as you ran off, already missing the warmth your body provided.

He followed you into the cave, it wasn't big

but it was dry and would keep you hidden from the dangers the night brought. "This will do for tonight, from the looks of the clouds over the mountains it's going to rain soon and we don't want to be stuck outside when it does. That would mean more mud." He grinned at you, nudging you with his elbow. You flushed at the jab he made and turned your head away.

What a tease.

You both took off your bags and placed your items down, Izuku went off to collect sticks to make a fire and you began to roll out your sleeping bags. You kicked away all the stones and dirt before placing them down next to each other. You made sure there was enough room for the campfire, you weren't working with a whole lot of space and the last thing you needed was for your beds to catch fire.

You finished your task relatively quickly and decided to walk outside to the lake's edge. There was a small pathway around the water leading to your cave. It was narrow, meaning you both had to shuffle along sideways to get in and out of the cave,

but it also meant the likelihood of others finding or walking into your cave was very slim.

You took your shoes off at the entrance of the cave and sat down, dipping your feet and lower calves into the water. You closed your eyes and leaned back onto your hands, taking in all the sounds of nature. The rusting of tree leaves, the calls of birds singing with each other, the sloshing of the water as you gently kicked your legs.

Izuku found you peacefully becoming one with nature, a smile made its way to his lips. He figured it would be hard for you to adjust to such a big lifestyle change, going from silk sheets and servants tending to your every need to sleeping bags and having to fend for yourself wouldn't be easy for everyone. You certainly struggled with some of it but at times like this, when you were soaking in the sun, and allowing your surroundings to bring you peace he couldn't help but feel pride for you.

You were doing your best to enjoy this new lifestyle, no matter how much of a shock to your system it was.

He left you alone for now and got to setting up the fire, it took about ten minutes to get the fire going, just in time for thunder to roar from over the mountain tops, a cry of war directed to nature.

You walked back into the cave to avoid being caught in it. Izuku handed you some fruit to snack on, he wished he could offer you a nice meal but when travelling, it wasn't that easy.

“Stop pulling that face.” You said as you took the apple from him, and took a bite.

He blinked, looking up to meet your eyes. “W-what?” You frowned, sitting down beside him, the fire crackling before you both as raindrops began to fall from the sky outside. "You keep pulling that face, as though you're afraid you're not doing good enough."

You could read him like an open book. Granted he never tried to hide his feelings from you. He just wanted to make you happy, you must be so used to your lavish lifestyle, but now you're stuck trudging around in mud and living off apples for every meal. He looked down at the ground, his lips parted as he tried to speak but no words came.

"You already know why I left, but allow me to remind you." You flicked his forehead, a way to get him to look back at you. He frowned, rubbing the sore spot on his head. "I left because I want to be with you, no matter where we are. Whether I'm sitting in a palace eating a piping hot meal or in a cave eating an apple. None of that matters to me, what matters is that I have you by my side." Your hand came up to his cheek, the pad of your thumb brushing over his red cheek.

He half smiled at you, there was still some uncertainty despite your words. However, he wouldn’t be Izuku if he wasn't always worrying over all the little details. You chose to be with him, and he was determined to give you the best life possible. Even if he had his worries he always appreciated you trying to reassure him. He was so lucky to have someone like you in his life, someone willing to give up everything for him. He silently vowed to give you the rest of his life in return. He nuzzled into your hand, pressing it closer to his face. “I love you.” he whispered.

“I love you too.” You smiled, brushing some hair from his eyes before moving in as he did to join your lips in a sweet kiss.

What was meant to be a reassuring peck quickly turned into tongues dancing and hands fumbling. A kiss that stole your breath away. Your hands trailed from his cheeks, down his neck to place on his shoulders. He shivered at your feather-like touches that glided across his skin. His hands pulled you forward by your waist bringing you to his chest.

Your head titled as his did, deepening the kiss. You hummed as his tongue traced over your lips, desperate to feel more of you. You parted your lips, getting up on your knees, never breaking the kiss, and shuffling forward until you were close enough to straddle his lap. He felt him smile into the kiss when you sat on him, like he had gotten his way. His skin was already tingling despite the layers of clothes in the way.

Your fingers tangled into his hair, tugging at the locks, wordlessly begging for more. He got the hint, his hands pushing under your shirt and taking it off in one movement. His scarred hands began tracing shapes into your back as you began gasping for air. He pulled back from your lips, teeth gently tugging at your lip as he did so.

When you looked into his eyes you saw them burning with desire and that alone was enough to send a pool of heat to your core. He moved forward again, lip connecting to your neck, his hot breath fanned against your skin sending shivers down your spine, a small hum escaping your lips as you pulled his head closer.

He left marks all over your neck and collarbone, sucking and nibbling at your soft skin. He soon trailed down to your chest as he unclasped your bra and moved it aside. His eager lips attached to your breast, and while his mouth began to suck on your sensitive buds, playing and groping with the mounds of fat as his hands rolled your hips forward. A groan echoed through the cave when he felt your clit grinding against his growing erection. You moaned, taking the hint and grinding against him creating a heated friction between you. The way you hugged him closer, begging for more, how your hips desperately rolled forward to feel more of him, it turned him on so much he could feel the blood rushing to his throbbing cock.

He pulled away from your breasts, his hands fumbled with your pants. He did take a second to catch his breath as he pulled your pants off leaving you only in panties. He took a second to admire your body, hands caressing up and down your sides as his eyes drank you in. "Gods… you're so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?" He smiled, pressing a loving peck to your bare shoulder. He was always so sappy, even now when you were grinding against him.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek and yanking on his hair. You were desperate to feel more of him, you needed him. He got the hint and pulled off his own pants, throwing them to the side before taking off his shirt. You looked over his scars, pressing kisses to a few of them.

Once you were both rid of all the clothes that kept you apart, he picked you up bridal style, carrying you over to the fur sleeping bags. He lay you down, coaxing your legs apart so he could get between them, your lips locked again, your naked bodies rubbed together, it felt so much better without the clothes in between. He moaned, getting up onto his knees and fisting his hard cock in his hand.

He gave you an expecting look and you crawled forward. You sat back on your knees when you reached him, looking up at him through your lashes, pupils dilated. He smiled down at you, one hand petting your hair as the tip of his cock traced around your lips. "Open up, princess." He whispered and you obeyed.  

He pushed his hips forward until his ball hit your chin, tears peaking at the corner of your eyes as you swallowed his length, the tip hitting the back of your throat. He wiped them away for you, "Suck on it for me princess." He muttered breathlessly.

Your tongue circled around the tip, the salty taste of pre cum hitting your taste buds. You bobbed your head up and down, impatience  making your actions erratic. He breathed out, eyes sliping close as he marvelled in the feeling of your hot mouth around his aching cock. It took everything in him not to start thrusting forward into your mouth, but he didn't want to hurt you.

You grabbed onto his hips for better leverage, quickening your pace. Saliva began to drip from your mouth, onto your bouncing tits. "Mhh, yeah, just like that baby." You removed one hand from his side and slipped it between your legs, his loud moans and words of praise were too much for you, your ever growing heat needed to be tended to.

Izuku opened his eyes to see where your hand had gone, and upon seeing you pleasuring yourself as you sucked on his member got too overwhelming. His head went back, toes curling as he inhaled a sharp breath. "P-princess i'm going to cum!" he let out a strangle moan, his body curling forward as he released his hot seed into your mouth. He panted as you pulled away, cum covered your lips. Your tongue poked out to lick up every drop as you stared deep into his eyes.

His lips parted at the sight of you greedily lapping up his cum. You smiled at his reaction before laying back down on the sleeping bag. He smiled back, crawling over your body. You were far from done.

He connected his lips back to yours, noses clumsily bumping together, he could taste himself on your tongue, it boosted his ego. Your hips began to rock against his, your slick coating his cock as it slipped between your folds. You sighed into the kiss, grabbing at his hair and neck to pull him closer.

His lips started to trail back down your body, this time going further than your breasts. He kissed his way down your stomach, soon his face was between your legs, he could feel your heat, see your dripping arousal. He licked his lips, squeezing your thigh before diving forward. His tongue pushed inside your hole, lapping up your juices, his nose buried deep into your clit.

You gasped, back arching and toes curling when your aching core finally had some attention. He moaned at your taste, sending vibrations down your spine. Your beautiful noises of pleasure bounced off the walls of the cave. Neither of you had to be quiet anymore, there were no guards, no servants, not even family to be careful of, and he wanted to hear you scream out his name.

"Fuck! p-please. Just fill me up already." You mewled. He looked up at you with a grin, pulling away from you as he licked his lips. You'd never seen such an animalistic look in his eyes. It was like a lion stalking in on his prey.

He got onto his knees, grabbing your hips and pulling your forward. He pressed the tip of his cock to your clit, teasingly rubbing it up and down, slapping it a few times. You whined at his teasing before finally pressing it into your hole.

You simultaneously released low groans. Your hands grabbed at the fabric of the sleeping bags as his fingers dug into your hips. A trapped sigh escaped his lips once he was fully in. He gave you a few seconds to adjust as he put your legs over his shoulders and leaned forward so he could grab and hold one of your hands.

"M-move- fuck~ please!" You moaned. He didn't need to be told twice. He began to pound into you without hesitation. Each thrust of his hips made you whimper and whine, you squeezed his hand as the heat in your core grew.

"Mmh~ you're taking me so well. G-Good girl." He whispered, his hips quickening at the sound of your squelching pussy. He moaned, his cock going sliding into deep. As much as his body wanted to throw his head back he fought to keep it forward. He didn't want to miss a second of your expression. You looked so beautiful, your hair falling around your head like some sort of halo. The way you bit your lip, your eyes rolling back as those blissful, slutty moans left your parted lips.

It was all too perfect.

He took his hand from yours, sitting up and changing the position. He bent you over, ass in the air and your glistening pussy on display for him. He moaned at the sight before slipping back inside of you. His hands clamped down on your waist, pulling you back into him. It was so much faster, harder, you were both screaming out in pleasure at the new position. His cock reached new places.

You rolled your hips against him, eyes rolling back into your head as you desperately grabbed for something to hold onto, fearing that you were already about to come undone around him. You felt his hands rub at your ass cheeks, his eyes admiring how perfectly round and plump they were.

He leaned over your body, chest against your back, one hand holding him up as the other moved around to your swollen clit. He drilled into you as his fingers rubbed circles into your clit. His lips leaving small kisses to your bare shoulder in between his moans.

"Oh.. oh, Y/n~ princess." He panted into your ear. "Are you ready to be filled?" He asked, nuzzling your neck with his nose. His toes were digging into the floor as he felt his throbbing cock ach for release. He wanted to stuff you full of his cum as you screamed out his name.

You nodded, moaning out a string of yes's. You pushed your hips back, keeping up with his lightning speed, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. He closed his eyes, back arching as he felt his hot ropes of cum spill inside of you as you cried out his name, your juices spilling over his hand. Your body curled in on itself as the pleasure washed over you.

He fucked you through your orgasms, only pulling out when his cock had stopped twitching.  

You both collapsed onto the fur. He wasted no time pulling you into his arms, hand moving around to massage your hips as he always did. You did your best to ignore the feeling of his cum slipping out of you and dripping onto your thigh.

With a light kiss to your forehead he pulled you to lay on his chest. "You ok, princess?"

You giggled at his concern. "We've done this so many times now and you still worry about hurting me?" His face flushed red, eyes turning away to look at the pouring rain outside the cave. "I-I would never want to hurt you." He confessed.

You took his face into your hand, turning him to look at you. You pressed a kiss to his lips and lay your head back down. "It was amazing as always. Don't worry."

He nodded, both of you laying in silence for a while as you enjoyed the sounds of nature. The calming sounds of rain showering down from the sky, the cackling of the fire that kept you both warm. It was so peaceful. There were no other people in sight, no guards, royals, townspeople. It was just you two, alone, how you both had always wanted it to be.

"You never told me what your mom said when you told her we were leaving." You turned to face him again, resting your chin on his shoulder. His hand ran through your locks absentmindedly.

"She was happy for us. She said she was glad i was following my heart, that i found someone who loves me enough to give up everything they have just to be with me." He smiled, recalling her reaction. "All she asks is that we come back to visit every now and then, and when we eventually find a good home to settle down in, we have to send her a letter telling her our whereabouts so she can come visit us too."

You smiled, it would be so nice to have her visit your home, to be able to cook for her for once. She always took good care of you whenever you went to visit. You couldn't wait to return the favour. "That sounds nice doesn't it?"

He hummed in agreement, the image of you both living in a cottage, somewhere in the forest. Not too far from civilisation but enough to have your own space. No one to bother you, everyday would be peaceful. You could have spare rooms for guests. Maybe a family and pets someday.

"Yeah, that sounds amazing." He smiled, looking at you. His one and only princess, his first and only love.

He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

[cassicuterat]

FEBUWHUMP DAY II: FAILED RESCUE (KIRIL)

He can't bring himself to look Aeron in the eyes, instead choosing to focus on the burn of the antiseptic as he cleans the cut on his neck.

'So,' Aeron begins, moving towards him. 'Want to tell me why we just had to fend off your old buddies after you swore up and down that you left their organisation?' Kiril winces at the tone, but stays silent.

The quiet stretches between them for several seconds, only broken by Aeron grabbing his hair and pulling his head up to force him to look up.

'Well? Anything to say?' He doesn't let go, grip tightening until a sound of discomfort escapes Kiril's mouth. 'You know, it would have been so easy to just let you go with them. I don't want you here. None of us do.' Kiril's attempt to look away is only met with another violent tug, forcing his head back. 'Enlighten me. Why shouldn't I assume you're a spy and kill you?'

'I told you; they already know about-' He's cut off by the solid thud as the back of his head and the concrete wall behind him collide. The chair screeches as it slides back, so loud a couple of concerned murmurs arise from a few rooms down.

'Bullshit.' The pain blooms quickly, running down his neck and forcing his eyes to shut. 'Don't you dare look away.' Aeron takes a quick look behind his shoulder before getting uncomfortably close to Kiril's face. 'I won't hesitate.'

He stays there, inches from Kiril's face, until the silence is interrupted by a shuddering breath.

'I didn't know they would come. I thought they'd just leave me alone.' Aeron barks a short laugh, loud enough to drown out the ringing in Kiril's ears.

'Do you really think I'm that stupid?' He lets go of Kiril's hair, instead wrapping a hand around his neck, pulling at the cut until another drop of blood rises to the surface of his skin. He watches it drip down, watching his chest stutter as the blood soaks into his shirt. His heart is pounding against Aeron's hand, and his vision swims as he's pressed into the wall again. 'You should know better than to lie to me.'

The pressure releases, and Kiril's chest heaves at the sudden freedom. Aeron turns around, quietly locking the door and picking up something just out of view.

'Don't worry. I have something that'll definitely motivate you into telling the truth.' Kiril doesn't see what it is until it whistles through the air and connects with his side, searing pain instantly burning through his skin. 'Why did they come?'

It's difficult enough to breathe as he doubles over in pain, but Kiril is too worried about when the next blow will land to care about if he'll have enough oxygen to be conscious for it.

'I don't know.' The next hit comes down on his back, and he has to bite down on his lip to muffle any sound. 'Please. I don't.' He shuts his eyes as Aeron walks past, silently bracing himself for the hit. It cracks across his shoulders, and despite his effort to stop it, a cry escapes.

He doesn't ask any more questions, instead bringing the metal down onto his back a fourth time, then a fifth, then a sixth. By the seventh hit, he doesn't move, frozen by fear and the knowledge that any punishment for moving would be worse. His entire back burns with pain, enough to make him consider making something up just to satisfy Aeron and end it.

He can barely breathe from the shuddering of his chest, and the vaguely conscious part of his brain hopes that he'll pass out and miss even one or two hits.

The caning continues until blood oozes freely from Kiril's convulsing torso, only coming to an end due to Aeron's wrist tiring. His breaths are short and rapid, closer to sobs than anything else. Aeron drops the metal cane, then leans close enough to Kiril's face to hear him working his jaw to prevent the tears from flowing.

'You'll tell me eventually.' This time, he doesn't intervene when Kiril squeezes his eyes shut. 'Get some sleep.' He leaves quickly, draping a hoodie over the table by the door before closing it.

Kiril doesn't move for what feels like hours. It takes long enough for his breathing to slow to a point where he'd be able to sit up, then even longer before he can bring himself to try. He pushes himself upright slowly, forcing himself to breathe through the excruciating pain as he straightens. His hand shakes as he reaches for the hoodie, and he can barely stifle the groan of pain as the fabric grazes over his back.

When he finally manages to open the door, Kreso is standing in the doorframe separating his room from the hall, watching him concernedly. He doesn't say anything, though, only watching as Kiril makes his way to the room that's been assigned as his own. The quiet click of the door shutting is the only noise in the corridor, and as soon as the door closes, he collapses into the shower and stays under it until the water runs cold and pink.

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febuwhump prompts by @febuwhump !!

[annaphoenix1994]

Colter - Eastward Bound

Arthur had never been so happy to be moving. He, as well as the rest of the gang, were sick of the snow. The numbness, the insomnia, the brink famine, was all about to be left at Colter. His body craved sunshine and whiskey, which he hoped a town was closeby wherever they were going. He dismounted his horse as he met up with Dutch to discuss further plans.

"Oh, for Lord's sake! Put that book away and go help!" Miss Grimshaw barked within Arthur's earshot. It didn't take him long to figure out that she was scolding Mary-Beth Gaskill, one of the women in the camp who reminded him a lot of Lenny - she preferred reading or writing over robbing and killing, but could do so if need be. She was also one for romance, taking a liking to Arthur in particular, at least, that was the rumor. He had always thought that she liked how nice he was to her and nothing more than that.

"So, we getting out of this Hellhole?" Arthur asked as he joined Dutch and Hosea.

"We're gonna try, weather seems stable," Dutch assured.

"And we just robbed a Leviticus Cornwall train," Hosea added.

"We got money in our pockets...the worst is behind us, gentlemen! So the question is, where now?"

"I know this country a little," Hosea assured the worried leader. "I told you, we should set up camp in Horseshoe Overlook near Valentine. We'll be able to hide out there no problem as long as we keep our noses clean."

"Well then let's go! Clean noses and everything else!" Dutch commanded as he watched the rest of the gang load up the caravan. "Arthur, you're in that one, bring Hosea, I know you two like to talk about the good old days and what's wrong with old Dutch."

Arthur chuckled as he shook his head, following Dutch's orders as he loaded himself up onto the wagon, Hosea alongside him.

The caravan made its way slowly down the trail. The scenery of lush, white snow slowly turning to dewey green grass. The wind was still cold, though, as it still had a strong breeze, but to Arthur, even that was warm. He let his mind wander to where they were heading. Was there a town where he could have a hot meal other than Pearson's stew? Was there whiskey? Was there laying low for a long while instead of running? Was there hunting ground? Was there any more chances to run into Minnie Barlow? He shook the last question from his head, scolding himself for thinking of her and how he shouldn't think about her, but his mind continued to wander. There was something about her already that he needed to reassure himself on.

Arthur's thoughts were quickly interrupted by Dutch shouting from ahead, sighing a breath of relief that he was only shouting for Lenny and Micah instead of announcing there was trouble ahead.

"Lenny! Micah! Get over here!"

"Yes, boss?" Micah replied as he obeyed Dutch's command, along with Lenny.

"You two ride up ahead, make sure there's no surprises," Dutch ordered. "We've had enough of those."

"Me, with the boy?" Micah responded, almost insulted.

"Just go!"

"Come on, kid," Micah sighed as he spurred his horse into a lope. "You can buy me a whiskey!"

"Get us out the stream!" Hosea panicked as he felt the wagon shutter as they had now crossed into New Hanover. Arthur repeatedly tapped the harness leather across the horse's backs as they pulled the wagon through to the other side, only to be stopped by the rear left wheel buckling and keeping the wagon at a halt.

"Ah, shit!" Arthur shouted.

"Okay, let's take a look," Hosea sighed as he lept from the wagon, walking around the back.

"You alright back there?"

"Does everything look alright?" Arthur argued as he too dismounted from the wagon.

"Well, what's goin' on?" He heard Javier ask.

"I broke the goddamn wheel!" Arthur shouted, scolding himself.

"Alright, let's get it fixed!" Hosea assured him as Charles rushed over to help, pairing with the old man as they lifted up the rear of the wagon as best as they could as Arthur rushed to push the wheel back into place.

"You still strong enough to hold up a wagon?" Arthur teased as he tightened the joints.

"Shut up!" Hosea replied gruffly.

"I'm just sayin'!" Arthur replied.

"Well, say less!"

"See, you ain't so useless after all!" Arthur teased as he helped Charles and Hosea pick up the items that had fallen off.

"Not quite!" Hosea chuckled as he picked up a suitcase, seeing that Charles had noticed the other eyes that were on them, watching from the cliffside ahead...

"What you think?" Arthur asked hesitantly.

"If they wanted trouble, we wouldn't have seen 'em," Charles assured the two as Hosea waved a sign of peace to them. "Poor bastards... We really screwed them over down here. Come on, let's not push our luck,"

"What happened?" Arthur asked.

"Well, get in, I'll tell ya on the way," Hosea said as the men quickly loaded themselved back up onto the wagon. "Not too far now, stay on this trail. We'll follow the river then cut left inland," Hosea directed. "So... Yes, the Indians in these parts got sold a very raw deal. This is the Heartlands we're going to, good farming and grazing country, they lost it all. Stolen clean away from them it was, even every blade of grass. Killed or herded up to the reservations in the middle of nowhere." Hosea explained.

"And how's that different from everywhere else?" Charles asked.

"Well, maybe it's not. I just heard some of the army out here was particularly, uh, unpleasant about it."

"Unpleasant? How do you rob and kill people pleasantly?" Charles questioned. "We don't, in spite of Dutch's talk."

"I fear I was perhaps trying to simplify something more complicated for the benefit of our blockheaded driver here." Hosea teased.

"Hey, don't blame it on me!" Arthur replied. "Never forget, this here's a conman, Charles, born and bred. Just 'cause it sounds fancy don't mean he knows a damn thing about what he's talkin' about." Arthur explained.

"Oh, but I sure know about that there 'wanted' poster you're keepin' on you," Hosea chuckled. "You plannin' on goin' after her, aren't you?"

Arthur scoffed, "No. Like I said, you don't know what you're talkin' about."

"Are you still talking about that Minnie Barlow woman? What's the deal about her anyway? Lenny told me that she saved your hide back on that train." Charles intervened.

"Oh, did she now?" Hosea asked, raising his grey brows. "I didn't know about this!"

'Shit!' Arthur thought to himself. He was now going to have to talk about her. He looked at the smug grin on Hosea's face as he loved to try and land him a relationship that he would never settle for. He had already tried with Mary-Beth, which now made things almost awkward in camp. "I don't think it was her," Arthur grit, tapping the harness leather harder on the horse's backs.

"Yeah?" Hosea questioned. "Anyway, Charles, Minnie Barlow is known as Bandit Barlow around here. By what I've read, she used to work for some feller who is employed with the Pinkertons. Apparently, she knew too much and her supervisor tried to get her killed. After she found out about it, she turned around and robbed him, then became an outlaw!" Hosea explained, chuckling.

"Does she have a gang or what?"

"No, she runs alone," Hosea replied. "I reckon she had a small gang a few years ago, but they knew about her bounty and tried to have her captured for the payment. According to the poster Arthur is dearly holding on to, she has eight-thousand dollars for her head," Hosea snickered. "I don't know much about her past, just by what I've read or heard, but I do know she robbed the Lemoyne National Bank in Saint Denis, robbing a well-known tycoon as well. Some Italian feller. Robbed him and that bank in broad daylight and nobody knew until she was long gone,"

"Sounds like I need to buy her a drink and have a few hours of her time just to hear the stories!" Charles replied, intrigued. "When did the bank robbery happen?"

"A couple of years ago," Hosea replied. "By what I read, the robbery took up to three months to do without anybody knowin'. She got a job there, made it well with the bank manager over time, and got a promotion to a loan manager position and the fellers she was runnin' with would come in every few weeks to "take out a loan" of a few thousand dollars when she would just walk into the safe and give them as much money as she could. After the bank was running low on funds, they didn't question her as she covered her tracks. Once time got scarce, she had one of her boys take out another big loan before she made a break for it."

"Sounds like she and Dutch would get along," Arthur replied, smirking at the thought of how smart the woman was.

"I'm sure," Charles said. "So, how did nobody catch her?"

"She used a fake name to get the job. The only thing that messed her up was that she got the wrong men for the job. They were giving details to the Pinkertons the whole time. They turned her name in for the bounty after she gave orders to rob a train goin' towards Rhodes. Big roadblock over the tracks, but Minnie took wind of it and made a break for it, leavin' her two guys to fend for themselves. They ended up getting arrested and are now in a state penitentiary. Since then, only her tracks have been discovered, but no sign of her. She's slick, now," Hosea warned.

"Sure," Arthur replied. "I'm sure she won't be that hard to find..."

Hosea chuckled, "Let me know how that goes." He teased.

"So..." Arthur cleared his throat, taking in all of the new information he had just learned of his apparent crush. "What happened to your tribe?" He asked Charles.

"I don't even know if I have one," Charles replied. "Least not that I can remember. My father was a colored man. They told me he lived with our people for a while, a number of free men did, but when we were forced to move from our lands, the three of us fled. I was too young to really remember much. All live I've been on the run. A couple of years later, some soldiers captured my mother, took her somewhere. We never saw her again. We drifted around... He was a very sad man and the drink had a mean hold on him. Around thirteen... I just took off on my own." He explained.

"That was about the age we found young Arthur here, maybe a little older," Hosea said. "A wilder delinquent you never did see. But he learned fast."

"Not as fast as Marston, apparently," Arthur replied, his jealousy spiking yet again.

"Wait... I don't understand," Charles said, confused. "What's the problem between you two?"

"Arthur?" Hosea said, insisting for him to explain.

"It's a long story," Arthur sighed. "We still heading the right way?" He asked, now shifting during the awkward silence.

───※ ·❆· ※───

"You okay, pa?" Minnie asked her father as she woke from a midday nap, something she never did unless she needed it. She gripped her shawl tighter as the wind from the Cumberland Forest engulfed the cabin.

"Somethin' don't feel right," He replied, gripping his rifle as he continued to stare out the window. She knew this wasn't anything new as he had been acting like this for a couple of years, but she too got the odd feeling in her gut. She needed to prepare.

"I'm sure it's nothin', pa," Minnie assured as she stepped closer to her father, patting his shoulder. "Want me to cook ya somethin'?"

"No, I'm not hungry. Night's comin' soon. Best get some rest. I'll be out on the porch."

She nodded and shook her head, not daring to inform her father that it was only early in the afternoon. She went to the chest at the end of the bed, retrieving her gunbelt and tightening it around her waist before walking out of the cabin, passing her father who was sitting in the rocking chair. "I'm gonna go feed the chickens and get the eggs, but we'll need some more food soon. Want me to go into town later?" She asked.

"No need, dear. I will. I need to get out of here for a bit. Those mountains are taunting me." He replied, taking a drag off of his pipe.

"You'll need a horse, take Trace." She suggested as she pointed to her buckskin Quarter Horse.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, he'll take care of you. He always does." She smiled.

"Okay, well I'll take him out first thing in the mornin' to Valentine and get some more food," He nodded, a grin appearing on his face as he was excited to ride a horse again, but the lurking doom he felt coming never did settle in his mind. He didn't want to leave his daughter alone tomorrow, but whatever was coming, he knew they both couldn't escape. At least she had a fighting chance.

[bangtancentricsblog]

Eccentric Halloween Special

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listen up, so this is first and foremost for my amazing friend and bestest hype woman @boymeetsweevil but imma call her my wife from now on because she is my biggest supporter and i love and appreaciate her wholeheartedly! thank you for always being there for me and keeping me motivated to write even when i think my ideas are dumpster fires and not worth finishing.

Warnings: mentions of past emotional and verbal abuse, there is smut (but like ion if everyone will like it lol) sexual jokes in reference to halloween songs, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use (its just weed nothing big) let me know if i missed anything!

there are easter eggs so if you find them/think you found one feel free to come chat my ask box is always open!

The music is loud, bass thumping through the floor and in your ears with what you know to be a kpop song by a boy group that’s pretty catchy and says something about being an underdog. This reminds you of college and even if that shit was terrible and you never finished this atmosphere was very college like. Taehyung had left you alone some time ago whispering a soft ‘make some friends’ into your temple with a kiss, you’d gawked at his back because who did he think you were? Last you checked you weren’t rainbow fucking bright and you’d been dragged to this party for a, as he called it a ‘surprise’. The living room floor was overflowing with girls all dressed as slutty bees and butterflies, slutty anything really and you rolled your eyes because yeah this was exactly like a college party. The jungle juice didn't help, it tasted like ass but it did the trick you guess. You’d caught a glimpse of Jungkook not too long ago his hair had grown out, now long enough that he’d tied it up into a messy bun. He’d been dragging a girl behind him, one you’d seen once or twice wrapped around his form on your late night munchies run to the convenience store. 

He’s a great guy so you’re happy for him, a little too wild but still a great guy. You’ve been here for the better part of an hour just people watching from your seat on a bar stool sitting at the kitchen island of whoevers house this is. It’s a decent spot you think as you catch glimpses of people you’ve met before and have come to call acquaintances, like Lisa who’s laughing with a group of girls in the far corner by the gaudy faux leather couch. Johnny’s here too, body molded to the back of some petite brunette dressed as what you’re pretty sure is an American Horror Story witch. Hoseok is here too swapping spit with his best friend turned girlfriend, and you consider tracking Jungkook down to see if he has any space sticks on him, or at least his pen because this party sucks and Taehyung left you by yourself and if you have to do this alone you might as well be high too. 

The idea is very appealing, you chew on your lower lip weighing your options because there’s a high chance that Jungkook is fucking his cute little girlfriend in the backyard or you could find Jackson and see if he has anything on him even if his weed is shit and makes you feel sick most of the time. You groan because both those options are crap and for some fucking reason Macarena has come on and the drunks on the dance floor have begun to whoop in excitement. You refill your cup taking a sip, the mix is bitter on your tongue and you want to gag a little bit because whoever mixed it was terrible at it. God you miss Taehyung, you really want to go home to fuck him because it’s halloween and your horny but mostly because he’s got a big dick and you like the way he manhandles you. A small whine slides past your lips catching movement to your right, you peek at the couple that's just come from the hallway that you're pretty sure leads to another bathroom and the laundry room. The girl is cute, cheeks soft looking and tinted a lovely shade of ‘my boyfriend just ate my pussy’ pink. The lucky bitch you think with an internal groan. Her hair is done up in pigtails in a style you recognize automatically since Harley Quinn’s been one of your women crushes the entirety of your life, along with Lucy Lui.

Her boyfriend is sporting what looks like mint hair and a smirk you think could rival Taehyung’s. He’s kinda hot if you look closely which you aren’t because his nose doesn’t have the elegant slope that Tae’s does and neither does he have the little beauty mark. It's the alcohol you reason for the way you're comparing this very committed stranger to your very loving missing boyfriend. You just want to go home, and get some dick is that too much to ask? Thriller has played for the third time tonight when you feel the tap on your shoulder cup at your lips. You’re brows furrow,  irritation sweeping over your body at being touched so casually by someone who isn’t your boyfriend or Jungkook. It's the mint haired guy you note quirking your head slightly to better hear him over the music. 

“Hey, you’re ____, right?” 

“Piss off fuck boy, find someone else’s leg to hump.” you say around the lip of your plastic cup. A snort comes from behind him, as Harley Quinn brings her hand up to cover her mouth. He scowls at her pinching her side and she laughs harder smiling up at him, before turning her attention to you instead.

“Sorry, we should’ve introduced ourselves first.” She smiles at you, eyes creasing in a way that rings familiar in your head but can’t pinpoint at the moment. You nod anyways since Taehyung did say to make friends. 

“I’m Sweetpea and this is Yoongi, we’re friends of Tae’s.” she says hand out and you take it shaking it and Yoongi’s before pulling yours back and discreetly wiping it on your skirt. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m ____, Taehyung’s girlfriend.” you say a little sheepish since he’s usually beside you when you meet more of his friends. 

“Is Tae not here?” Sweetpea asks her voice lilting in a way that you wish yours would. 

“He’s making his rounds, I’m just waiting til he’s done catching up with everyone.” you smile it feels forced but you’re really trying.

“Does he still do that, I'd thought he’d stopped by now.” Yoongi says wrapping an arm around Sweetpea’s waist and pulling her close. You don’t mean to be, but you're jealous of Sweetpea right now, her boyfriend holds her so tenderly and the affection in his eyes is evident. Monster Mash has been replayed a second time and you really wish your boyfriend’s monster cock was smashing the shit out of your pussy right about now. Tears prick at the back of your eyes because you just want to go home, and Taehyung has seemingly abandoned you for far too long. 

“What are you dressed as anyways?” Yoongi asks, snapping you out of your little tantrum, your eyes narrowing because is he serious right now? 

“Are you, like, serious?” you say with as much ditsy tv show white girl you can muster. 

“Yeah, don't get me wrong you’ve got a nice face but it’s halloween you didn't have to dress as a nun.” he laughs and Sweetpea gives him this look. 

“I’m not a nun.” 

“Y’look like a nun to me.” 

“But I’m not, I'm dressed as Sypha from Castlevania.” you say with as much annoyance as you feel, but realize that you shouldn't have to explain your costume to him. Your cheeks feel warm with embarrassment because how dare Taehyung leave you to fend for yourself against this douche. 

“I mean anyone with a brain could put that together,” you scoff looking him up and down “what are you supposed to be, bargain bin Joker? Couldn't have mustered enough fucks to at least try?” you spit mentally shriviling up because wow how did you manage to fuck this up? Sweetpea is looking between you and Yoongi and you don’t blame her, here you were a near perfect stranger attacking her boyfriend when they’d been nice enough to pull you out of your little bubble. To your surprise Yoongi laughs, teeth and gums on display. It's kind of cute, you think, his laugh that is not him. 

“Thats a good one, couples costumes are kinda pointless. Tae wasn’t kidding when he said you were kinda surly.” 

“M’not surly, people just get on my nerves.” you pout, reaching across the island to refill your cup. If your embarrassment doesn't kill you this jungle juice will, the cup is half full when you bring it back to your lips, moving to get off your seat. Fuck it, if you have to see Jungkook’s bare ass to have a decent smoke then so be it. 

“Hey, were you going?” Sweetpea asks eyes wide, god she's pretty and she kinda reminds you of Jimin but that can’t be right. 

“Smoke, this was fun and all but my quota for meeting new people has reached its limit. See you around or something.” you say heading into the crowd of people on the dance floor because it was simpler to go through it than around them. Johnny shoots you a wink as you pass while the girl from earlier glares at you. There’s a throb growing in your temple, as the base of a new song vibrates from the floor and through your body. Lisa see’s you waving enthusiastically as you hand her your drink because you’re sure it's the toxic concoction making your head hurt. She smiles gratefully as you finally make it out the back door and much to your surprise Jungkook is seated at a patio set with the girl from the convenience store in his lap. 

The heavy base of Freaks Come Out at Night drifts out the open doors and to your left somewhere you can hear breathy moans, a voice that sounds like Hoseok encouraging his girlfriend. You purse your lips because Hoseok came off as a bit of a prude but hey it's Halloween and at least someone’s having fun. It's much colder outside than it is in the house, but you’ll make due with the warmth of what you can make out is the stench of weed in the air. Jungkook is occupied whispering things into the girls ears as you plant your ass on the chair opposite him, he pulls away from her eyes glazed over and droopy. 

“Hey where you been, we’ve been waiting for ya. You remember Shrimp right?” he asks patting Peewee’s thigh. 

“Vaguely, nice to meet you.” you say and Shrimp smiles over at you, her smile is tight and you don’t want to think too much into it. 

“So what have you guys been up to, you didn't bring her out here in the cold to fuck did’ya?” 

“Course not, too many people inside and we didn't wanna share our chocolate.” he laughs pulling a bag of Reese's peanut butter cups from beside him.

“Kook, you said Tae told you to wait out here.” Shrimp says eyes narrowed and moving to stand from her seat in his lap. 

“Don’t move you’re keeping my dick warm.” he laughs as she smacks his shoulder playfully. You’ve perked up because this is the first time all night you’ve gotten any type of word that Taehyung hadn’t just ditched you at this party. 

“Look here twerp, where the hell is my shithead boyfriend?” you ask and both Jungkook and Shrimp look thoroughly chastised even though you were only talking to the former. He widens his eyes at you tilting his head to the side in a way he does when he wants to pretend he knows nothing. 

“I don’t know what you mean, he’s around here somewhere. I’m sure he is, maybe Hoseok might know?” he breathes eyes darting to Shrimp who sits pretty in his lap like some sort of doll. 

“Okay what the actual fuck? I just wanna go home to fuck my boyfriend and he’s playing some weird game of hide and seek.” you grunt exasperated because this was weird as fuck and Tae and his friends were getting on your last nerve. You don’t mean to cry, you really don’t, but you're frustrated and your period is just around the corner and all your friends are being weird and your boyfriend is being a shithead. 

“If that's all you wanted you could've said so, but that would’ve ruined the surprise.” Taehyung says in that tone he uses when you’re on the brink of tears or already crying. Your gaze shoots over to him in an instant, tears already spilling over your cheeks flushed red in anger. He looks sheepish, but it doesn’t make you feel better. 

“Go away, I don’t wanna see you.” you say planting your head on the table to hide your face. 

“C’mon you don’t mean that.” he says, slowly lifting your face to meet your gaze. He’s standing between your thighs cupping your cheeks before he slowly moves to straddle your lap, a giggle comes from the couple in the other chair. 

“Yes I do.” you sniff the chorus of Somebody's Watching Me ringing in your ears. He chuckles at you tilting your head up, nose nuzzling yours softly before he’s molding his lips to yours. It’s always the butterflies in your tummy that surprise you, because by now you’d hoped to be used to this feeling but you’re not. You’ve never loved someone like you do Taehyung, and it's weird because before him you were sure you just weren’t made to be loved. You’d long since opened up to him of your reasons for being so detached, cold even with anyone and everyone. It’d been hard to trust people after the various years of both verbal and emotional abuse, hell even at home it wasn’t all that great. When you’d moved to Taehyung’s peaceful little neighborhood you had made sure to keep people far away from you, that way they wouldn’t be able to hurt you. No backstabbing friends and no cheating boyfriends, just you all on your lonesome. And yet Taehyung had broken through your walls and made himself a cozy little home in your heart. 

It was because of him that you were able to make progress with your therapist who was no longer your therapist and more a friend. Namjoon was a nice guy and if he hadn’t been busy tonight you would’ve invited him to this party, but he had plans with his girlfriend Bubbles. Hell you’d been shocked to learn he’d gone to school with Taehyung, because by now you were sure he was friends with pretty much everyone in town. He pulls away from the kiss forehead pressed to yours and you whine softly eyes still closed because you were sure you were dreaming. Nothing this amazing ever happened, least of all to you. 

“Ready for your surprise?” he asks breath fanning over your lips and cheeks, your eyes open then curiosity swirling in their depths and it makes Taehyung smile. He pecks your lips a few times before sliding off your lap and helping you to your feet. Jungkook and Shrimp are no longer sitting in the chair, the music has stopped too and it unnerves you a little. 

“You’re not gonna scare me are you?” you murmur voice sounding small and unsure of yourself because you will cry if he scares you. 

“No, just relax, I wouldn’t do that to you.” he laughs, arms wrapping around your shoulders. You’re still hesitant though, he’s leading you to the house where you were sure a party was in full swing not too long ago. The lights are off inside and if this is the day you die then so be it, but you’d be damned if you don't go down fighting. You’re fists clench and unclench palms growing clammy as your nerves begin to get the better of you, your glance at him from the side maybe you can still make a run for it. Taehyung seems to read your mind because in the next moment he’s standing behind you gently pushing you forward through the door and into the dark of what’s the living room. Your heart is pounding against your ribs and you’re sure you're about to die because this is too scary. 

“Ready?” He asks and a strangled noise comes from your throat in an answer. Your breathing grows heavy, lungs not taking in enough air. The lights come on as a chorus of voices yell ‘Happy Birthday’ a scream comes from your mouth followed by a loud sob, because there in the middle of what used to be the dance floor is a giant sheet cake decorated in the colors of the holiday a giant happy birthday ____ in the middle made of fondant. You’re sobbing, tears rolling down your cheeks as your friends and the crowd of strangers coo at the scene. Taehyung pulls you into a hug swaying you softly as your hands clutch at his shirt, he’s placing kisses to the crown of your head, whispering loving words into your hair. 

“We got you, didn’t we.” Jungkook giggles with a present bag in hand, in fact your small group of friends all have colorfully wrapped gifts. Your sobs have turned into soft hiccups and you smile at Jungkook with a nod. 

“My birthday was two weeks ago, why would you?” 

“Because I promised you we would celebrate but we had work and you haven't had a party since you were five. I wanted you to have some new happy memories for your birthday.” Taehyung says with a smile. Your cheeks grow warm, heart swelling in your chest, and you think to yourself that maybe coming out to this party wasn’t so bad. The cake is cute and Taehyung had told you how it took him a whole week to plan this party. He’d gotten the cake from a pastry shop owned by his friend Jin, and when he’d mention the name you’d been shocked. Illusion had been all the rave since the pastries were delicious and affordable, the best part was that the owner was rumored to be extremely handsome. You chose not to open any of the gifts because you wanted to be able to fully enjoy them, the cake was cut and you’d enjoyed all the slices you’d eaten of the devils food cake. Yoongi and Sweetpea hugged you as they handed you your gift  apologizing for anything Yoongi might’ve said to offend you. You’d laughed it off, saying that it was okay and that he hadn’t.

“So what is Taehyung exactly?” Yoongi asks playfully, smirking at you and you roll your eyes god he needed to educate himself. 

The party ended early, well for you anyways after the cake you’d dance a few songs with Taehyung’s dick pressed to the small of your back, you’d made friends with Sweetpea and Yoongi. Jimin had stopped by as they were leaving and had hugged Sweetpea so tight (which you later learned was his sister), he’d brought along a ‘friend’ who was a medical examiner in the morgue of the police station he worked at. You’d nearly choked seeing her, she introduced herself as Dove who enjoyed scaring Jimin and worked with dead people she explained. She’d come as Strawberry Shortcake, her wig a bubblegum pink and her outfit intricate with lace and frills. She talked fast which normally would've been fine but the jungle juice had been too much. Jimin had steered her away from you as you looked sleepily to Taehyung, packing up as much cake as you thought you could eat. The night however hadn’t ended with the party. Taehyung had driven you to his house which he liked to think was closer than yours, and now here you were giggling up a storm as he did his best impression of Trevor Belmont from Castlevania. 

“What say you Speaker, do you think you could handle Taehyung Belmont’s thick length?” you snort.

“Length? Who even says that?” he’s laughing body molded to yours still dressed in his costume, and you feel the laugh more than hear it. You’d been lazily kissing on his bed not long ago, making up for all the time you hadn’t kissed him earlier when you’d asked him if you could have his Magic Stick. He’d pulled away from your lips an elegant brow raised in question, you’d giggled first encouraging him into an all out cringe war. 

“Okay, enough of that.” he says going back to your neck nipping gently before smoothing his tongue over the irritated skin. He's careful to pull your costume off, hands meeting the warmth of your skin after discarding each item. You shiver the cool air nipping at your heated skin, as Taehyung trails kisses down your neck to your chest. 

“Tae.” you whine as he kisses one of your tits then the other.

“S’okay baby, I got you.” he whispers, taking a nipple in his mouth. He’s careful with you today and for some reason it warms your insides. One of his hands has trailed down your body cupping your pussy, he runs his fingers over your lips testing your wetness. A moan slips from your mouth because it never takes long to work you up, he chuckles against your tit. He teases your entrance with the tip of his finger before dragging it to your clit and applying a little bit of pressure. You’re pussy clenches growing wetter with every circle off his fingers on your clit, he slides his fingers back down slowly slipping in a single digit. It feels good, the angle just barely manages to scrape against that spot only he’s ever found. 

“Oh god” you cry softly as he slowly slides another finger in, he shushes you with a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re doing so good baby, can you take another?” 

“Y-yes, please.” Taehyung sighs into your skin adding a third finger and thrusting a little faster into your pussy. There’s a soft squelching sound as more of your slick gushes from your entrance, coating his fingers as they continue to pump in and out of your pussy. You’ve started to shift your hips thrusting into his fingers to add to the grown friction, a coil pulling tanut in your belly. A warmth settles in the low of your belly growing as you swivel your hips to meet his pace, you’ve lost the ability to think as Taehyung pulls his finger from you rubbing at your clit with his slicked up fingers and groaning as your hips jolt off the bed. 

“Tell me what you want.” he says, pulling his fingers away from your clit making you whine at the loss. 

“Want your cock.” 

“Think you’re pretty pussy can take me baby?”

“Yes, please, please.” Your eyes are glazed as you watch him pull off his shirt tossing it to the side, then yanking down his pants boxers and all. He wraps a hand around his cock pumping a few times spreading the precum that's beaded at the tip. He’s reaching over to the nightstand, when you place a hand to his arm. His eyes meet yours in a question, one that makes your cheeks heat further.  

“I want to like this.” you say suddenly shy, eyes darting away from his. He smiles softly using his clean hand to bring your gaze back to his. 

“Are you sure?” he asks, you nod spreading your legs wider to better fit his hips. He kisses you soft, just the way you like as he slides his cock through your slick and lining himself to your entrance. He’s sliding in slowly filling your pussy inch by inch watching your expression and the way he disappears inside you. He starts off slow sliding in and out of you in a way that you know is his way of making you feel every inch of him. His cock hits deep like this, it’s your favorite position because you’re surrounded by him. His hair is hanging in his face, brows furrowed, as he thrust a little faster into your heat, your pussy clenches every time his cock hits that spongy bundle of nerves his finger barely managed to scrape.

“Yes, right there” you sigh letting your eyes slip closed as he pumps his hips faster into your pussy. The squelch grows louder as do your cries, taehyung grunts at the way your pussy tightens around his cock, your chest is flushed and your hands scramble to find something to hold on to. There’s tears at your lash line pooling at the corner of your eyes ready to fall but haven’t. He drops his weight wrapping his arms around your body and switching your positions. Your eyes have fluttered open with a gasp, his cock hitting that much deeper with you on top, you feel shy again as his gaze travels over your naked chest falling to where he’s inside you. 

“C’mon baby fuck me, fuck yourself on my cock.” he says taking hold of your hands intertwining your finger and bringing them to his lips. You lift your hips dropping them quickly, your breaths are shaky as the warmth grows, you swivel your hips grinding your clit against his pelvis. Your hands are rested on your hips still intertwined with his as he thrusts up to add to the friction. The tears finally fall, your cries increase as you cum, your pussy clamping down on Taehyung's cock as he pumps his hips to prolong your high and find his own, you’ve stopped moving thighs twitching as your walls pulse around him. Your head is buried in his chest and you manage to shift your hips slightly when his muttered curses finally make it into your ears. You’re sensitive, but you’ll be damned if he doesn’t cum in you the first time you go sans condom. 

“Fuck yeah, just like that.” he groans as a new warmth fills you, he’s panting hands settled on your hips while you lay limp against his chest. 

“I love you.” you mumble against his skin feeling him stiffen beneath you.

“W-what?” he asks, you shift sitting up and lovingly gazing down at him. 

“I love you.” you repeat as he gazes at you with love in his eyes and smiles.  It’s the first time you’ve said it and its not because of the sex, but because you’re finally ready to give your heart away again, this time though you know for sure its in good hands. 

[thoughts-from-a-chaotic-mind]

Women Shall Rise

As women begin to rise

Many will fall to their demise

We will not be told that our bodies are just incubators for birth

Because the ones that say they're pro life

Are really just pro birth

What a sick and twisted way to say

My life is nothing if it doesn't suit your ways

What about the women who are raped

Now forced to carry a reminder of that traumatic day

Going into debt to feed a child

They had zero intentions of having

Giving up their dreams because a man lied saying he couldn't have any

Now he disappears with zero guilt

She's left alone without money for bills

Or the children now forced to carry to term

Unable to take care of themselves as it is

A child raising a child, when it wasn't their fault to begin with

Theres consequences to actions YES

but what about the victims that are now forced to face them

Forced to face their own hell as men go around wreaking havoc

They can have sex with whoever with no consequences for THEIR faults

No one holding THEM accountable

What a sick and twisted world in which we live

Adam and Eve thats what i was taught

But sometimes I'll get lost in thought

And i wonder, was Lilith real

Because if she was im starting to feel

Like she was the example for the strongest women still

She's the one that refused to obey

Because why should we be the ones following mens ways

When in reality women are smarter

We think way harder

We are magic, elegance and beauty

We produce life and treated like property

And i know God made us different for a reason

He made women delicate yet powerful

Life givers and caring lovers

So why are we the ones being mistreated

Why are we living in a mans world when WE hold the power that's needed

The power of life

Shouldn't they be scared of us

Not the other way around?

As we lay on the ground

Crying out "do you hear me now?!"

What about the women carrying a dead fetus

Now forced to risk their lives to birth when no heart is beating

Forced to be treated like witches and evil beings

Over something we can not control

Even if we miscarry we get ridiculed and are told its our fault

How cruel and cold people must be to have those thoughts

God gave us free will and free will to ALL

So for you to tell me what i can do with MY body?

What kind of God do you truly serve and call

Because my God said to not judge yet i see every "Christian" forcing their morals into law

Onto others, they push and snarl

They're cruel and mean, this is what I've seen

And it's sad because that's just not God to me

Because for me, God said love others as yourself and love Me.

No hate, no judgement, no condescending accusations

Its one thing to hold your fellow believers accountable

But to force your beliefs and morals onto others is unfathomable

Im speechless and appalled

At the nasty ways people now are

These fake followers claiming God not seeing how harmful they are

All they are doing is destroying God's kingdom

They are not true witnesses or followers

They're crusaders, hypocrites and liars

They point a finger at others instead of looking in the mirror

Focus on your own relationship with God

Stop judging others!

This is why so many reject God because they see His "followers" actions and say ENOUGH

Because if it was the other way around you know damn well you too would be fed up

So to disrespect women and strip us of our rights

Is so disrespectful i cant even think right

My energy is drained but i lean on my Savior

Because He alone knows that this is not in His favor

I'm not saying God love abortions but I'm saying there's more to it than people realize

They only see it as a quick fix they hyperfocus on this one side

They don't think of others whatsoever

Or the children already here struggling

If you're so pro life then volunteer!

What about the children already here!

They're everywhere neglected and treated poorly left to a vicious system

Left to fend for themselves before they're even old enough to see they are victims

Im sad and disappointed in this state of mine

But what more can i expect from a racist state that sugarcoats lies

MAGA this, MAGA that, yall treat him like a God

It's disgusting I'll tell you now because the King of Kings is not surprised.

Remember God was a servant, some of you seem to forget

He gave to the poor and helped the needy

He cared even after they'd reject

But no one that follows trump is a caring or loving soul

Because if they were they'd see through the fur, he's a wolf in sheeps clothes

I wouldn't be shocked if he were the anti christ

I would've called it from the start

There's always been something off with him, starting with his cold dead heart

♡KelseyonFire♡

11•5•2020

Prepare yourselves....the red coats are coming🥀