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princesssarahblog · 3 months ago

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bad habits - series - part 1

boyfriend!jj maybank x girlfriend!fem!reader

jj is your sweet boyfriend, but he has bad habits that lead you both to quarrels and misunderstandings

warnin: angst (happy ending) the reader is jealous of jj to kiara, a bit of a nervous reader, short!reader and wears high heels (sorry), smoking, drinking alcohol, quarrels and misunderstandings, shouting, separation for a while and then reunion

author notes: I don't know english very well, so I use a translator. I always write everything with a small letter and a small font because I feel comfortable that way

It was night. you was in your room at home. you was taking care of your feet, applying creams and ointments and then covering them with a plasters. you does this almost every night because you always wears heels because of your short stature. your window was open, you wasn't expecting anyone. but someone will definitely arrive

when you finished caring for your feet, you grabbed a book and decided to read it while sitting on the windowsill. you didn't want to sleep yet

a few minutes later, jj was walking down the streets, making his way towards your house. his hand was stuffed with cigarettes, hoping this would be the night he could finally talk to you after the last few days, he had been trying and trying to approach you but you had been very distant. a sigh came from his lips as he lit a cigarette, he could probably sneak into your room through the window. he stood outside the window, looking in, hoping you would notice him

turning his head to the right, he saw you herself. you was reading a book on the windowsill, he decided to scare you by grabbing your fragile shoulders and pressing you to himself.

you opened your eyes and looked at him in shock

"jj! you-"

but, you are shut up and a soft kiss is left on your lips, causing you to blush a little.

"hello to you too, baby" - the blond boy said with that beautiful smile that you love so much.

"ugh, you smoked.." you said with disgust, turning away to get some fresh air. you hates it when he smokes or drinks weed or alcohol, you was worried about his health.. especially since he comes home beaten up every day, because either kooks or his father do it

he sat next to you on the windowsill and placed his head on your shoulder. but you pulled away when he leaned in. this made him sigh. It was hard to talk to you lately cause you always had a bad reaction. "sorry" he mumbled

jj really didn't want to bother you, but since he was now so close to you, he could see the plasters on your feet and the scars that were starting to form. he felt really worried about you. because he knew how bad you would get when you was stressed out. "are you okay?" he asked cautiously.

"now yes" you suddenly grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw them out the window.

now you was happy, you knew that it was hard for him to buy cigarettes and that made you happy. you didn't want your boyfriend's health to get worse

jj's eyebrows furrowed as you threw his cigarettes out the window, causing him to sigh. he really needed them right now to calm his nerves, "hey! I needed those!" he complained.

"agh, you smoked weed with kiara again?" - you frowned when you smelled the weed on him. you were friends with kiara of course, but.. sometimes she got on your nerves.

「you was honestly jealous of jj for her」

this made jj look away from you. he didn't want to admit that part because he knew you'd freak out again.

"so what if I did?" he mumbled under his breath while getting a good look at her. he could see in your eyes you was jealous.

"you know, then you better go away. go back to kiara, to anyone. smoke, drink, do whatever the hell you want! i'm tired of this!"

you raised your voice, and distanced yourself from him again.

「you needed time」

jj's eyes widened when you raised your voice and got up. this is exactly what he tried to avoid, fighting with you. but every time, he somehow managed to do it.

"no, no, don't be like that.. please" he mumbled and grabbed your wrist so that you couldn't run off. he had difficulty saying words like "please" and his mischievous and cheerful character had completely disappeared.

"I'm sorry.. I.. I, we need time. I think.. it's best for us. please, you need to go." you softened and your gaze became more gentle, you looked up at jj with that warm and gentle look you always had on him. you raised your hand slightly, gesturing with it.

jj's gaze was heavy, he looked at you with seriousness on his face. when he is serious, he can seem scary. but, he will never hurt you. he nodded and left through the window, giving you one last look and disappeared into the night.

「you need time」

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majeoeje · 9 months ago

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Beating heart (part 2)

Laios x reader

The only right answer was you

Part 1

Is this truly the right decision? You dwelled. The scent of the sea lingered in the air, the sounds of footsteps and people around you was enough to drown you.

You were leaving everything with little money in your pockets. Your stolen dowry surely wouldn’t last that long, you thought. You hoped your parents would ever find it in their hearts to forgive you for what you’re doing. But mostly… you hoped your betrothed would not harbor revenge for you.

Imagining their kind faces turning malicious made you falter. Suddenly the eight hours of horse ride that you just endured felt more than reckless. Maybe you should go back after all.. maybe if you turned back now, they’d still accept you and take you in with open arms.

As you took a step back you were bumped into someone.

You groaned before giving them a short apology not really looking at them in the eye.

“I knew it was them!” You frozed, A familiar male voice filled your ears. Upon hearing that it was as if you were transported back to your home. Back when you weren’t promised to someone you barely know, back when beginning a family wasn’t what everyone expected of you, back when you could have dreams, back to that simple village, back home.

And then you turned around to see that it was some weird unkept guy you didn’t know

You thought maybe you had mistaken someone else for your long time best friend, but then another voice appeared

“Hey, you’re right!!” Said the female voice

You audibly gasped seeing the woman, she was still the same as ever! maybe you weren’t wrong after all. And upon closer inspection, there was no denying it.

“Laios! Falin!!” You gleamed, before you shared a meaningful hug with both the Touden siblings

You almost didn’t recognize Laios with his unkept appearance, his hair growing past his eyes while you could tell he hasn’t been eating enough let alone shower or shave in that matter. You were so glad that Falin didn’t succumb to such things, keeping her appearance squeeky clean.

“It’s been too long” you let go not before you gave them a final squeeze

"We're so happy to see you.. agh- heyy..." Falin protested, you couldn't contain yourself from messing with her short hair upon seeing her signature closed eyed red cheeks smile.

"Are you planning to sail to the island too?" Laios said. Despite his drastic change you noticed that the golden hue of his eyes had never changed. It brought you a sense of relieve somehow. Despite everything, he will always be Laios.

“Traveling together would be nice”

The tone of his voice was rather hopeful. As if he wanted you to come alongside them. And by his words alone you could change your mind.

You thought about how nice it would be to travel together. Maybe you could become adventurers? As hard labour as dungeon exploring is.. you were hoping you could have your chance in it. Maybe now you could have your own room and live however you like, And maybe you could finally see the monsters that Laios was always so excited to talk about.

Aghhhh- you were stupid. You cursed yourself for being so easily swayed by him. The fact that Laios of all people didn't even need to ask you back then horrifies you. How are you that excited to see someone?

This realization came late to say the least. Years of adventuring had gone by and now you’re here. In this very moment. Grumbling alone to yourself about your past recklessness, as your other party members just lets you relish in your own madness (they already know you had lost it so why bother)

It was during your intense thought process that you didn’t notice Laios’ hand inching closer to yours only to falter away.

He wanted to tell you that dinner was almost ready but why was it so difficult??

Hesitant he rarely was, especially with you. But something had changed since last night, it was as if the beat of your heart had ingrained itself in the back of his mind, with each closing distance with you only adding to the fire that was the tune of your heart. It slowly eats him alive, drowning him, suffocating and burning him away with its sounds.

Though it wasn’t until now as he mindlessly observed you that he noticed that the fast and loud beat that was replaying over and over wasn’t yours at all in this moment.

He brought his hand to the left of his chest finding it hard to believe that his heart would beat this loudly for you. Has he always felt this way?

“Oh- Laios!… i didn’t see you there buddy” you were surprised to see Laios seating next to you. He couldn’t be there the whole time could he?? (He was)

You waited for his reaction, but he could only sit there and stare at you like he just had a realization too.

“I think-“

“Dinner’s ready!” Said senshi unknowingly interrupting Laios, presenting another one of his delicious cooked meals. The smell alone could make you drool. It doesn’t matter if it’s a monster as long as it’s good right? You choose not to dwell on the deeper meaning, ignorance is bliss. Some would say.

“What is it that you’re going to say?” You say attention now shifting back to him.

Laios looked like he wanted to say something but he shook his head and retaliated.

“Let’s eat, we can’t have other’s waiting” he stood up before going ahead to where the others are. He didn’t really know what he wanted to say. If Senshi hadn’t interrupted him, he knows that his sentence would just falls short.

Around the campfire everyone ate soundly, maybe it was because the lack of monster trivia on Laios’ part. You can’t help but miss it

It was during this moment that he wonders what is it that he wanted to say? What is it that he discovered? He knew that it was realization and he knew it was about you. But that was about it.

Marcille felt like the tension was rather dry, so she thought she’d finally ask you a question that has been itching itself in her brain

“Was it true that you were betrothed?” She asked, Laios practically choked on his food, it’s not like he didn’t know this, but he never thought to pay any mind to your past betrothal.

“Well, it was a long time ago..”

you wave your hand around, it’s true that it wasn’t a big deal anymore in your life but it does bring a sense of nostalgia in your mind at the times before you ran away from the village

“What were they like?” Asked Marcille, you could by the shine in her eyes that she loved romance books

You hummed before putting your empty plate down

“They were sweet, lovely,caring,hard working and very very stubborn” you laughed. “I could go on and on about how they were but we won’t have enough time”

The way in which you describe your betrothed was as if you were fond of them. It made Laios a little weary somehow. Why was that? It’s not like he hasn’t met them… in fact they were a good friend of yours, despite not getting along that much with him.

“You know by how you described them it would seem that you loved them” chilchuck asked, a little suspicious

Laios awaited your answer practically on the edge of his seat. Well it was pretty clear that you didn’t considering you ran away and what not, Laios said to himself

“I did” the sound of your confirmation was accompanied with the sound of Laios’ wooden bowl falling to the dungeon floor. “How could i not?”

When everyone looked at him he tried his best to seem normal, laughing nervously and saying how his bowl just slipped past his hand suddenly before gingerly picking it up.

“Then why did you leave??” Marcille was basically starry eyed, hearing you talk about your love life was what she had been waiting for.

While Laios was lost in thought. Would you want to come back to your betrothed? If you did loved them then it wouldn’t be outrageous or even wrong to get married to them once all of this is over.. but you would still go one a some adventures with him and fin before you di right?

it’s just that by then Laios had realized that he didn’t want you to marry anyone. He didn’t want his adventures with you and Falin to be over just yet. Such thoughts of you to be wed with other people lingered on his mind and soured his appetite.

“It’s because I didn’t want that life yet you know? I just didn’t want to settle down when i haven’t at least tried to reach my dream”

Your answer was short, Marcille begged you for details but suddenly you drifted the conversation to Chilchuck’s children. Then suddenly her attention drifted away. You chuckled at her antics, you didn’t thought it as nosy really,it was quite endearing to you.

“Do you.. still love them?..” Laios suddenly asked, a little quiet, but not quiet enough for you not to hear, the tint of insecurity was more than evident in his voice yet you couldn’t be more than blind to it.

After a long while you finally thought about them once again. Those days you spent everyday was more than lovely. At the time, you enjoyed their company more than anyone… it would be a lie if you were to claim that you did not love them. But even though you were glad that now you were able to look back at the fond memories you had and appreciate them, you never once wish you would go back.

“No.. at least not anymore” you reminiced, bittersweet it was.

So many questions filled Laios’ head. What if that person were to look for you? Would you come back to them? How long were you in love? He wanted to ask one by one yet only one was able to spill out of him

“Would you ever want to settle down?” Asked Laios.

Your cheeks grew warm. It was a if… he was asking for you to settle down with him.

You mentally slapped yourself for such thoughts. For fuck’s sake that was your best friend you were thinking about! You knew him ever since you were all but 2.

You looked back a few summers back. Back when you were with someone who once used to be your soon to be spouse. Back when you planned a whole future with them knowing that you didn’t actually wanted those things before ultimately throwing everything all away. You remember all the pain, anguish and guilt you felt as you ran away. You never wanted to feel like that ever again.

But.. you thought that if it were with Laios.. it would be different. It somehow just sat right to you.

“I would like that”

You unconsciously smile, you were ashamed to say that you were excited about such ideas, like he meant what he said anyways. You then realize the gentle hold of his hand on yours, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your knuckles before carefully tracing down to one particular finger, perhaps someday where a wedding ring would be.

“I would also like that”

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xyfanficarchive · 6 months ago

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here, have some incredibly personal laios x reader hurt/comfort, written as therapy in the form of reader insert bcos i was sad today, might be a bit ooc idk man :)

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“You know, I actually love when you ask me for things, when you tell me you’re feeling down, or if I’ve upset you.”

You raised your red-rimmed, apprehensive gaze to meet Laios’ eyes, clear and completely earnest as he smiled at you. Weakly, you tried to return the expression. It didn’t feel very convincing.

“It makes me feel like you love me and trust me. That you trust me enough to be honest - that you trust me to comfort you, to do better by you, that you believe in me and my ability to meet your needs, that you believe I can be there for you in a way that makes you happy,” he elaborated, reaching his hands out and taking yours. “I feel valued.”

You flitted from golden eye to golden eye, searching his expression desperately for any inconsistency, any unfinished edge, any loose thread that would unravel his perfect honesty and found none. Your frail smile faltered. He was like the life-giving sun, but you felt as though you were in the desert being beat down by his radiance. You wanted to shrink away, and your shoulders hunched. Oh that sentiment was so nice, and certainly he meant it. But that just meant it would hurt exponentially more when he was done with you, when he finally realized-

“What’s going on? What are you thinking?” He stooped his head closer to yours, and tears welled up in your eyes, your lips parted in a wince as you shook your head. Laios’ brow furrowed. “No, something’s wrong. This is what I mean: I want to help you, you want me to help you, but I can’t unless you tell me what’s going on! So please just tell me what you’re thinking!” The urgency in his voice struck you like an arrow through the heart.

It wasn’t like you could be much more humiliated than you already were. It felt like it was already over, it was going to blow to pieces either way. Your thoughts felt slippery as you gathered them as best you could, your vision starting to blur. You turned your gaze downwards, you couldn’t even look Laios in the eye as you drew a shaky breath in.

“You say that, but,” your voice was quiet, “you don’t understand - we’ll both regret it when you realize…” The words caught, you couldn’t say it.

“When I realize what?” He insisted.

The few seconds of silence felt like an hour. Then, quiet as a whisper, you admitted, with much difficulty: “My needs… my feelings… I’m really hard to deal with… I'm too much... You’ll realize I’m a huge fucking burden, and then you won’t want me anymore!!” You sobbed, and before the tears could fall you covered your face with your hands and hung your head, feeling two inches tall, feeling so deeply embarrassed and ashamed to the core of your being. You wished you could just disappear.

"You think I don't already know you're a burden?"

The words shocked and pained you so deeply you stopped crying, eyes shot up in gape-mouthed, grief stricken disbelief as you recoiled. He was fast with it. All these years, nobody had ever affirmed your belief so directly, nobody had ever stated it so plainly. You'd heard many empty platitudes that were hard to believe, precisely because in the end they had always proved you right - whatever you needed the most, whenever you needed it the most, you were always left in the dust, alone and despairing, and feeling like the biggest idiot in the world for your blind hope.

You saw his face change - he cringed, looking extremely pained, and with panic started to explain: "D-Don't get me wrong! Agh..." For a moment he held his brow in his palm, then took a deep breath, composing himself before he continued. He grabbed you by the shoulders.

"Everyone's a burden, aren't they? Just thinking of my friends - Marcille is really picky and particular. Chilchuck is way too proud and secretive, and he drinks a lot. Falin is my little sister, so I have to be there for her, look out for her. And Senshi... Well, Senshi seems to have a lot figured out already." He paused, and broke eye contact for a moment to look at the floor. "And we all know how I am..." His tone was incredibly loaded, and your heart broke because he was the brightest and most vibrant being you had ever met, having faced a lifetime of hardship and betrayal and still coming out the other side so true to himself.

He leaned in closer to your face. "The point is, though, they all have needs - and they know how to ask for help when they need it! You only ask for help when it becomes an emergency. If even then." His expression softened. "I know you have lots of needs. I know because I've worked really hard to meet them, without embarrassing or scaring you by asking. And it meant a lot of thinking, constant planning, lying awake at night wondering, asking everyone for advice... It's tiring work." He went down the list and you broke his gaze, looking downwards. You felt low, ashamed at all the trouble you've caused him, all because you tried to be no trouble at all. What a right mess you've made.

"Hey, look at me," his hand came up, fingers resting so gently on your jaw, and your watery eyes obliged. "I did it because I wanted to! It makes me happy to see you happy, or fulfilled, or relieved, and to know that it's because of me! I did all of that because I love you! But I can’t keep up with all that hard work all the time. I don’t think it’s fair.” You had been fending off the tears as you listened but now the dam broke again, hot as they rolled down your face, and you sniffled as your nose clogged up. “So can you please help me help you easier? Would you please help me love you like that?” His eyes were glassy now as he looked down at you.

The cry came out of your throat as a whine as Laios took you in his arms, embracing you tight while you sobbed into his chest, clutching at the fabric of his shirt around his back. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorryyy,” you repeated through the tears and he shushed you, holding you while you cried it out until your gasping, hiccuping breaths slowed and calmed.

It was hard to say what you needed to say next, because you had to admit you were wrong about something you had believed so deeply for most of your life. It wasn’t easy to fully give up the idea that had kept you safe for so long. “I’ll try to be more honest about my feelings… and to ask for help before it’s too late…” Still in his embrace you lifted your head to look up at him, and stared into his eyes with intensity. “It’s terrifying, I won’t lie. But… I trust you.” How couldn’t you trust someone who was so deeply genuine as he was?

He leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead between your brows, and your eyes rolled closed. When he pulled away you turned your head and pressed your ear to his chest. “I want you to be happy. I want this to work. I love you so much,” he said, and you felt the words rumble against your cheek.

“I love you too,” you murmured, lulled by the sound of his breath and heartbeat.

#i wasnt gonna tag this but maybe someone else needs it too #laios touden x reader #laios x reader #dm #dm laios #x.writing

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darling-keoko · 4 months ago

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First meeting

Caesar x Male!Reader

Oc x male reader.

Warnings⚠: M! Reader turned 18 Caesar is 19 but over all this is just their first meeting. Reader being a gay in denial

You live in a small town where everyone knows everyone. So news got around quickly about a new family moving in.

Some one bursts into your room while you were daydreaming.

"M/n! Wake your ass up!" They pulled you up from of your bed.

"Mghhh... What do you want... Today is my off day."

The male effortlessly pulled you up from off your comfy bed, and that person was no other than your one and only friend Sam.

You and Sam met on a playground when you both were 12. He was the only child your age that you had interest in, all the other kids was far out of your age range.

But he wasn't the only friend you had.. There was this one boy that was so beautiful to you... You still don't remember his name or face but you do remember when your parents had to drag you away from him when he had to move.

Sam snaps his finger in front of your face trying to wake you up again.

"Earth to M/n. Cmon! The new family is moving in and I heard that they have a hot smart son." Sam grinned stupidly, drooling at the thought of a new person here in our age range for him to play with...

"Jee... Gimmie a moment, Sam. Let me put on my pants first."

You groggily and lazily searched for some clean pants to wear.

"Gosh... Your room is fucking dirty, man. No wonder you can't pull."

You found some clean pants and put them on, ignoring Sam's complaints.

"Then clean it for me. You know I don't have time to clean it 24/7."

Sam rolls his eyes pulling you out of your room, downstairs to where your mama is cooking breakfast, bumping into her nearly making the cookie batter fall out of her hands.

She yelled at the both of you (mainly Sam) and hit Sam with a wooden spoon clearly not happy about him dragging me along the house.

"You two boys needa stop playin' so much! You nearly made me drop this cookie dough I was making for the new neighbors."

She hit Sam with the wooden spoon she had in her hands.

"Agh-! Okay, okay, Aunty! I'm sorry!"

He rubbed the start where your mam hit him with a small childish pout on his face.

"That hurt.... How come M/n didn't get hit too?"

Your Mom rolled her eyes at Sam's pouting and complaining, putting the cookies in the oven as she shooed him away.

"Wait, where is M/n, Miss. Smith."

Ms. Smith kissed her teeth patting her sweat away with the towel she had around her neck.

"I don't know. Go find him if your so worried."

She opens the fridge grabbing a apple and throwing it to Sam.

"When you find him give him this... He hasn't ate anything all day. Now stop asking questions."

You were at the first place you and your first friend met. Inside of the treehouse.

You entered it. it was a bit dusty since you last been in here about 6 years ago. You sat down on the hammock that was made out of your old childhood blankets.

You let out a deep sigh as you recall memories from the past.

꧁𐂂꧂

9 years ago you were running into the forest with some blankets and pillows you took from your room.

You and your moma got into some silly arguement about not having pets so you got mad and ran away.

You planned to stay in the random tree house you found in the forest forever, surviving off of snacks.

You climbed up the tree, getting a few splinters from the wood. You entered the tree house

"Whoa who are you, I've never seen you around here and why are in my treehouse?"

You said to the girl that was sitting in your treehouse curled into a ball.

She curiously lifted his head to meet your gaze.

"O-oh... I didn't know this was your tree house... My name is Serine..."

Serine got up from where she was sitting, grabbing the chips he was eating before you came in.

"I'm sorry... I didn't know this treehouse belonged to someone... It looked pretty abandoned."

"I can leave if you want... I don't mind"

You place down your blankets, flopping onto the pile.

"Nah, you can stay. My name is M/n by the way."

You smiled at Serine warmly.

"Ah!"

Serine blushed a bit before responding.

"You have a nice name."

She sat back down, sighing, sitting down in the same position you met her in.

"Thanks you to!"

You both sat in silence for a while the only sound that could be heard was her crunching on his chips and baby birds chirping.

"So... How old are you?"

You said trying to make conversation with her.

"I just turned nine years old."

She held up nine fingers, pausing before saying anything else.

"My parents wanted me to live with my Grammy for my 9th birthday."

Your eyes lit up when she said that.

"Your nine?! Can we be bestfriends, we're the same age!... Well almost... But I'm 7!"

You held up 7 fingers waving your hands in front of her face.

"I turned 7 two months ago, in April!"

You exclaimed excitedly... There was a small twitch in he girls lips before she burst out laughing.

"Your 2 years younger than me. We aren't the same age silly."

She smiled at you as you pouted at her loud outburst of laughter.

"Hey! It's close enough."

"Whatever you say, M/n."

She stayed quiet for a moment before commenting something else.

"Your a cutie. Your like the little brother I've never had."

An idea popped in her head... You could've seen it on her face.

"I should start calling you little bro. Your my baby brother."

You frowned at the nickname she gave you clearly not liking the name 'little bro'

"Anyways. Why are you in my treehouse... Are you hiding from a ninja?"

Serine was a bit confused when you said that but she decided to play along in your childish day dreams

She puts a finger on her lips making a shh sound.

"Be quiet... The ninjas might hear you..."

She places a chip on her tongue crunching quietly on it.

"I stole this bag of chips from the ninjas... That's why they're chasing me."

She whispered, showing you the bag of chips. It was the original lays chips.

Your eyes sparkled in interest when she said that.

"Really!"

You yelled out not even trying to whisper.

"M/n! Quiet... They might hear you"

"Oh, sorry... Really?"

You said in a whisper this time.

"Noooo. Your silly, you know. Ninjas are not in America, theyre in Asia"

"Wait, really!? How do you know-"

After that encounters you and Serine became friends... Until...

"Mommy! I don't wanna go without M/n. He's my friend."

Serine yelled out as she tried to pull her arm out of her fathers grasp with no luck. Her father just picked her up and placed her in the car... The last thing she saw was your crying face.

꧁𐂂꧂

You let out a deep sigh as you shifted positions in the makeshift hammock.

You closed your eyes slowly falling asleep...

2 hours later

You woke up to loud rustling.

"What? Who's there!?"

You got up quickly just to fall back down onto the hammock.

"Hello?"

A young lady voice could've been heard.

Your eyes readjust to the lighting to see a young man, looks like they're at least 18 years old in front of you.

"Huh... Who are you?"

The male eyes widen in surprised as he realized who you were.

"M/n?...i can't believe your still here!?"

You looked at him with an confused facial expression. He caught onto your expression quickly and decided to clear up your confusion.

"It's me... Serine... Well... My name is Caesar now."

Your eyes sparked with interest when the man who calls himself Serine reintroduced himself.

"Serine? Is it really you?"

You stood up too quickly that your body don't even had time to register what you were doing before it happened.

Slam⊰

You fell bringing Caesar with you.

"Agh-... Sorry... "

You rubbed your arm that you fell on. You opened your eyes to see Caesar below of you looking up at you in concern.

"Are you alright?... "

You blushed at the predicament that you got yourself in.

Caesar looked cuter up close... You could've barely seen him from that far away but as your eyes adjusted to the light... Omg what are you thinking? Your not gay? Or are you ;1

"I'm so sorry, Caesar."

You got off him helping him up before brushing your clothes off.

꧁𐂂꧂

You and Caesar sat in awkward silence for a while... By a while I mean until sunset.

"Uhm... So...how was your nap."

Caesar said with an very awkward smile plastered on his face.

"Please be quiet... I can't stand the awkwardness right now..."

A/n: so that's basically the end of the first meeting story... And yes it took me a week and 5 drafts to come up with this one story. Part two is coming soon (In like in 6-7 business days) but I hope you enjoy the so called introduction to the characters but we will be introduced to more In the future, but that'll have to wait since I'm going to work on Beom-Moon. And before I forget please tell me if I made any errors in spelling, sentences and etc, I will try to fix it quickly.

#oc x male reader #male reader #bottom male reader #top male character #ftm x male reader #ftm character x male reader #ftm Oc x male reader #gay writing #Gay #gay in denial reader #l

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tending-the-hearth · 2 years ago

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everything i loved about "the little mermaid" live action

Ariel's melody being her siren song!! that little new bit of lore!! i also really liked that it added more depth as to why Ursula wanted her voice in exchange for her becoming human

the way Ariel became almost angry during the bridge of "Part of Your World", she was so frustrated that she couldn't do the things she was dreaming about, like YES let her be mad!!

full body chills during "Part of Your World" + the first reprise

Ariel helping Max onto the boat 😭😭😭

I've mentioned this before, but Ariel hearing Eric's voice before seeing him!!! hearing him sing before seeing him!!! agh!!!!

Eric holding Ariel's hand on the shore after she rescues him 😭

the detail put into each of Ariel's sisters was so stunning, i'm so excited to read more about them in the books! i loved that they each had their own specific vibe

THEY INCLUDED THE FACT THAT URSULA AND TRITON ARE SIBLINGS YES THANK YOU VERY MUCH

"For the First Time" being a voice over, as Ariel's thoughts, and then the scene shifting to complete darkness except for her to represent us being in her head and hearing her thoughts, and the way it gets cut off when she realizes she can't say "hello" to Eric? i cried

The Jodi Benson cameo and her giving Halle!Ariel the fork 😭 literally her passing on the mantel of Ariel 😭😭

Eric and Ariel being total nerds with each other??

The way Ariel "told" Eric her name using the constellations???? and him saying it was written in the stars???? hello????

Also Eric saying "my little mermaid" made me so soft wtf

Eric and Ariel running around and giggling in the castle and being the definition of puppy love like they're so goofy and in love i adore them

the "Part of Your World" reprise after Ariel sees Eric with Vanessa shattered my heart, the MOST heartbreaking song

Grimsby kicking the ring away after it falls near him, my man knew exactly what was going on, he's known Ariel for three days and is already a ride or die

just Ariel and Eric holding each other so tightly after she gets her voice back, and Eric refusing to let her go until Ursula literally has to throw him away

ARIEL BEING THE ONE TO KILL URSULA USING THE SKILLS SHE SAW ERIC USE OH MY GOD IT WORKED SO SO WELL

i like that they added a chunk of time passing between Ursula's death and Eric and Ariel reuniting, it added a little extra drama and emotion when they finally saw each other again!

listen i'm an absolute sucker for a "hug before kiss" reunion and i was SO happy that Eric and Ariel had that, it fit them and their relationship perfectly, the way Eric just clung to her, and Ariel's happy smile as she hugged him back 😭

The mermaid statue and the dress representing the land vs. the sea???? and both returning back to where they're supposed to be but having new meanings????

Ariel's wedding dress being pink to (probably) pay homage to her pink ballgown in the animated movie was such a good touch, and i loved the length!!

Triton and Ariel's goodbye, where he says "you shouldn't have had to give up your voice for me to hear you"???? hello my father issues jumped tf out and had me sobbing in the theater

literally the entire movie was so beautiful, i could talk about it for hours, this is the best live action remake honestly, and Eric and Ariel (specifically the live action version obvi) have moved up to become my favorite Disney Princess/Prince pairing, just behind Belle and Adam (bc let's be honest, nothing can top them)

@queen-with-the-quill bc i know you're seeing it soon! more things i forgot to tell you lol

#the little mermaid #the little mermaid 2023 #the little mermaid spoilers #ariel #prince eric #disney

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flowery-mess · 1 month ago

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a family of one

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

reader has a name (Ella Thompson, but the story is written in 'your' POV)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / mentions of alcohol and drugs / bad parent-kid relationship / mentions of cancer / shoving someone / slight sexual scene in the end / I think that's it, lmk if anything else

Words: 3,9k

Author's note: agh Noah❤️‍🩹 my heart beats for him I swear, grab your tissues and enjoy reading, let me know what you think✨

frat Noah masterlist

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Messages from Noah’s father throughout the last week:

“Hey son, do you have a minute to talk? I need a favor”

“Hey Noah, I need to talk to you”

“Hey man, pick up the phone it's important”

Noah never answered, he knew what the favor was. His father only contacts him when he needs money, but Noah doesn't have it in him to just block his number and cut him off. He usually never answers, until this text came through:

“Noah, I'm sick and I need your help”

It was Monday evening, Noah was home alone and didn't know what to do with this information.

He sat down, opened a bottle of whiskey and took a big gulp.

His father for him was only a failure, both of his parents were, but at least his mother cut him off completely. He never wished Noah a happy birthday, but when it was his birthday? 'Hey Noah, what do you say about birthday dinner tomorrow?' as if Noah would give a shit about his birthday. He made the mistake once, took his father for a dinner on his birthday, only to be the one that paid for it and to find all of the cash he had in his wallet was gone, probably stolen when he went to use the bathroom.

Noah's eyes scanned the text over and over, the word sick sticking out. Sick. What does he mean by that? He knows he shouldn’t care, but the small boy in him still feels weirdly sad about the idea of his father being sick.

“Sick? What do you mean?”

Noah texted back, then locked his phone and put it screen down on the table in front of him. He doesn’t want to talk with him, unless it’s really important.

His attention was on the street outside, watching people live their lives while he felt like his life is never going to change. Like his past will never leave him, it will haunt him forever. Abandoned by his parents, lost his grandparents, living alone in this empty apartment, desolate.

His phone buzzed with a new notification, but it took him a few minutes to get the courage to pick his phone and read it.

“Cancer, can we meet and talk?”

Noah let out a shaky breath he didn’t even know he was holding. Cancer. Does this mean he’s going to die and leave him completely too? Would it hurt Noah?

“I don’t wanna see you. What stage?”

“Son, please.”

“Son.” Noah read out loud with a laugh. Funny thing to call someone you left and use only for money.

“We either talk this way or not at all.”

Noah didn’t get another answer from the man that calls himself his father, so the only thing on his mind was if this was the last conversation he had with his father. He didn’t know if he was in the early stage where treatment still can help or if he has years, months or even days of his life.

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“Hey, you’re not drinking tonight?” you slipped in the spot next to Noah, who looked not in the mood for anything or anyone tonight.

“No.” he didn’t even look at you and continued to stare into nothing.

“Are you okay?” you saw Noah out of a mood many times, but he was never this weird.

“Yes.” one word answers, great.

“Why don’t you go home if you’re not in the mood to be here? I don’t mind.” you didn’t know if he stayed there only because it was an unspoken rule that you two always leave together, that he makes sure you’re leaving safe, so if that was the case, you wanted him to know he doesn’t have to stay.

“I’m fine Ella.” he snapped, finally turning his head to look at you. He looked different, his eyes somehow empty, dark circles under them and his jaw showed a few days of unshaved stubble.

“You don’t look fine Noah.” you knew it was pointless to try to get a word out of him, but you tried.

“Don’t you have friends to drink and dance with?” his tone was unwelcoming, so without a word you stood up and left. You knew he wasn’t fine, but you’re not going to let him take it out on you, you only wanted to help him.

You found Molly and Clara and decided that if Noah isn’t going to apologize that you’re not leaving with him tonight. Not that he looked in the mood for sex, but lately you’ve been leaving with him and sleeping at his place even when you didn’t have sex.

The party was the same as every other week, so after more drinks with your friends you moved to the garden to play beer pong against boys from your class.

“Molly you’re so bad at this.” Clara groaned at Molly’s another attempt to throw the small orange ball into one of the red cups at the other side.

“Maybe it’s intentional, but you’ll never know.” and you would believe that. Molly wanted the drinks and look like the girl who needs help with throwing the balls, preferably with a guy behind her and his arms around her body.

“Ella? Hey Ella!” you heard someone shout your name, then you saw one of the fraternity boys wave at you.

“I’ll be right back.” you told the girls and started walking in the direction of a tall blonde guy, “Hi, do you need help with anything?”

“Yeah, have you seen Noah?”

“Last time I saw him in the living room.”

“He’s not there.” he left a sigh and looked around “do you think he left? He wouldn’t leave without you, right?” that made you roll your eyes.

“Listen, I don’t know where he is. The last time I saw him he was an ass, so maybe he went home.”

“There’s this guy asking for him, but I don’t wanna give him his address or something.”

“And how can I help you with that?” you were still pissed from earlier, but stopped yourself from being an ass, just like Noah, “I’m sorry, didn’t want to be rude. Do you know who that guy is? Have you tried calling Noah?”

“Yes, texted him too. Don’t know the guy, all he’s saying is he needs to talk to Noah.”

“Okay, I’ll come with you.”

You followed Ben, as you learned his name was, through the living room and then outside from the main entrance.

“Oh, there he is. Problem solved.” Ben said and stopped walking when he saw Noah and the guy already talking.

“Oh, great.” you said, but couldn’t help yourself and watch them for a minute. Ben left you there, saying he had to go back, but you didn’t mind.

There weren't many people in the front yard, so far it looked like no one noticed Noah and the mysterious guy outside of the property. You walked slowly towards them, you saw Noah’s back and you could tell from the way he stood he was uncomfortable.

As you made it closer to them, you could finally see the other guy. You didn’t recognize him, that made you wonder who he was.

Until you scanned his face and then it hit you. Same almond eyes like Noah’s, very similar hair color and he was just a few inches shorter than Noah. His father, it has to be, you thought.

You didn’t know what to do, if you should leave or stay there. Yeah Noah pissed you off, but from the little you knew about his past and saw his nervous body language, the anger you felt towards his actions from earlier was replaced with worry.

You stood still for a few minutes, watching them both throw their arms around and raise voices at each other, but not enough for you to hear what they’re talking about.

They didn’t notice you standing there, watching them, until they stopped talking and just glared at each other.

Noah’s father’s eyes met yours for a second, you looked away and tried to think of how to leave.

“Do you need anything?” he yelled in your direction, which caused Noah to turn around and notice you too.

You couldn’t figure out the look in his eyes, but it only confirmed that he wasn’t comfortable and like he was asking you to stay.

“Don’t talk to her.” Noah said to his dad, turning back to face him again. “If that’s all you wanted to tell me, you can leave now. We’re done.”

“Is this how you gonna treat me? Your dad?”

“You,” Noah lost it and grabbed his father by the collar of his t-shirt, “are not my dad.”

You knew Noah probably wouldn’t hurt him, but you still skipped the space between you and them and put your hand on his shoulder with silent “Don’t do something stupid Noah.”

He dropped his hands and you could feel his shoulders going up and down very quickly from his quick breathing.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“I’m his dad, I’m sick and he won’t help me.” the man in his late 50’s told you, Noah stayed silent. He knew he doesn’t have to explain the situation to you, that you’re on his side.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Whatever you were talking about, I’m sure there is a better place to discuss it than a frat party. Don’t you think?”

“Alright, listen Noah I’m sorry for coming here. Maybe we could take this to your place and solve it out.”

“You’re not coming to my place.” Noah yelled out of frustration and people started to look.

“Noah,” you whispered enough for him to hear you, “everyone is watching, maybe it’s better to move this somewhere else.”

Without a word Noah turned around and started walking in the direction to his car. You were quick to follow and by the loud steps behind you, you were sure his father was right behind.

“You,” Noah turned around so quickly that you almost hit his chest, he pointed his finger at his father, “are not riding in my car. And you,” then his eyes looked down on you, “are staying here.”

“Noah-” you tried to speak but he interrupted you.

“I don’t want you anywhere near him, okay? Stay here.”

“And leave you to do something stupid? No.”

“Ella.”

“I’m coming with you. I can stay in the car or in your bedroom and I won’t listen, but I’m coming.”

He knew it was pointless to argue any more with you, so he just unlocked his car and you both got in.

“Does he know your address?” you asked him after neither of you asked his father if he has a way to get to Noah’s place.

“I don’t care.” Noah started the car and left the parking lot, you could see his father get in a cab and follow you.

There were a few minutes of silence before you spoke up.

“What’s going on Noah?” you slightly turned to the left to face him.

You could see his jaw locked in place, his knuckles turning white from the grip he had on the driving wheel.

“Talk to me, please.” you tried again.

“He was texting me for a few days about how we need to talk, I never replied until-” he swallowed and took a few seconds before giving you more information “until he texted me that he has cancer.”

“Oh Noah I’m so sorry.”

He rolled his eyes, he never wanted anyone to feel sorry for him.

“I told him I don’t wanna see him, that if he wants to talk, then do it through texts. But he showed up tonight. How the fuck did he even know where to find me?” he took his hands off the steering wheel and smashed his fists against it three times before he continued to talk, “I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t care. I know he just wants my money and even if he says it’s for a treatment I don’t believe him.”

You didn’t know what to say, you just let him talk and let out everything he needed before he had to face him again.

“And my mind just won’t shut off. All I can think about is how he’s still my father and I should help him, but I don’t want to. I can’t do it again, try and then just be left alone again.”

He was never this honest with you, not even the night when you were both drunk and he told you about his history. Now he was sober and sharing much more than you ever thought he would.

“You don’t have to help him if you don’t want to, okay? You don’t owe him anything. You can hear him out and then send him away. I’ll be there if you need me, I can walk him out so you don’t have to.” you reached to grip one of his hands into yours, squeezing him as a sign of support. You saw thousands of emotions behind his eyes and took his cheek in your other hand, gently rubbing your thumb up and down, “Okay?” you wanted to know that he heard what you said.

“Okay.” barely a whisper.

You kept his hand in your for the rest of the right, playing with his fingers.

When you reached his building you went to the garage parking lot and you saw his father get out of the cab and wait in front of the big building.

When Noah turned off his car, you two just stayed sitting there in silence until he spoke up.

“Let’s get this over with.”

“Wait.” you grabbed his arm and turned him to face you, “Whatever happens, stay calm and be the bigger person. I’ll be there if you need me, yeah?”

“Yeah.” you leaned over the console and gave him a small kiss on his lips, Noah cupped your cheek and rested his forehead on yours.

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You met his father in the main lobby, going in a different elevator than him. Noah led you to his place in silence and his father followed.

When you entered the apartment Noah didn’t bother asking him if he wanted water or a coffee, he just sat behind the big table next to his kitchen counter and motioned for him to sit on the opposite side. You stood next to the counter, not sure if you should leave or not.

“Do you mind giving us privacy?” his father spoke to you and without any word you turned around and started walking in the direction of Noah’s bedroom.

“She’s staying.” Noah said in a firm voice.

“I’d appreciate it if it could be just the two of us.”

“And I’d appreciate it if you could leave. You choose.”

When the older man didn’t answer, you walked back to the kitchen area and stood there in silence.

“Talk.” Noah barked at his father.

“As I told you, I’m sick Noah. And I need your help.” it was weird hearing Noah’s name come from that man’s mouth, “This time I really need your help.”

“What cancer do you have?” Noah spoke.

“What?”

“You said you have cancer, what cancer?”

“The doctors are not sure-”

"Bullshit, how can they not be sure what cancer you have?”

“Listen son, I know I hurt you in the past and that I have not been the best father in the world, but we’re still family by blood, so you should help me.” Noah didn’t know which part of that sentence pissed him off more, but he started to lose his patience with the man in front of him.

“You never were my father. You never took care of me, I don’t have to take care of you.”

“You can’t remember the time I took care of you, we were a happy family. But you were too little to remember.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that you left before I could remember anything.”

“We had reasons why we left you with your grandparents.”

“Oh really, did drugs and alcohol get in the way of raising your kid?”

You were just now getting pieces of Noah’s childhood, your heart already hurting for him. You wanted to hug him and never let go.

“You don’t know anything.” his father was bold enough to speak to him like that, even though he was the one needing Noah’s help.

“And who’s fault is that?” Noah bit back.

“Listen, I need money and I know you have it. If you want me killed by the end of next week then stay being an arrogant prick and don’t help me, but I’ll tell them to go after you.”

“Them?” Noah and you were both confused, he said he was sick, didn’t he? “Who the fuck are them? You’re not sick right? You just made it up to get money from me.”

“Don’t know why I bothered with that, but don’t worry son, if I’m going down, you’re going with me.” he pointed his finger to Noah’s face, the last push Noah needed to stand up, leaving his chair to fall to the ground and grabbing his father by the collar again.

“Shut up, no more talking. Get your shit and leave my apartment.” he threw him back to his chair and waited for him to leave.

“Is this how you treat her too? I see you took something after me, you’re just like me.” that sentence was enough for you to step in and get this man out of Noah’s apartment, out of his life.

“That’s enough, you need to leave or I’m going to call the police.” you said, you tried to sound confident, but the shakiness in your voice betrayed you.

“Oh darling, you’re not scared of me are you?”

“Don’t talk to her.” Noah stepped between you and his father before he could get to you first.

“When you get her pregnant and have a little bastard just like you were, you’ll remember me. Noah, you and me, we are the same. You’ll find out.”

They were standing chest to chest, Noah looking down on him with a look that could kill. You saw Noah’s hands turn into fists by his side and you knew if his father is going to push a few more times, he’s going to lose it.

“You need to leave.” you spoke from behind Noah, gently pushing him to the side. “I’m serious, no one wants you here, so please, leave.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” he yelled in your face and before you could react, you felt his hands on your shoulders, pushing you away from him. You fell on the carpet next to Noah’s sofa, hitting your thigh against the coffee table.

“You fucker!” you heard Noah, then you stopped listening.

You suddenly felt sick from the situation, so you stayed laying on the carpet and just closed your eyes.

Him and Noah yelled at each other, you heard movements and only hoped they’re not fighting, until the main door closed and suddenly silence took over the apartment.

Noah stood by the door, not capable of moving or talking. He wanted to scream, at his father for being a dick, at you for standing up for him and putting yourself in danger, at himself for letting you come.

“Noah.” he heard your voice behind him, but still didn’t dare to turn around and face you. He was scared, scared that you were hurt, because of him.

“I’m sorry.” was all he managed to say.

You hugged him from behind, laying your head on his back and your hands on his tummy. He wasn’t good at talking and you didn’t expect him to talk about what just happened, you just wanted to hold him.

His head fell down and his breathing became quick, he was holding his tears in until he couldn’t. You felt the tear fall on your hand and then you heard silent sob.

“Oh baby, come here.” you turned his body so he was facing you, you could see the hurt in his red glassy eyes. You grabbed his head and laid it on your shoulder, Noah’s hands made their way around you. He held onto you like never before, he realized that somehow, you’re probably the first stable person in his life.

He cried and you let him. You led both of you towards his couch, still holding him.

You laid down with Noah on top of you. You were consumed by his weight, but you didn't mind at all.

You played with his hair while he laid on your chest, your fingers gently scraping his scalp to calm him down. His hand held onto you like his life depended on it, scared you’ll leave him too and he’ll be all alone. Again.

He cried until he felt like there were no more tears in his body, then he just laid on your chest, grateful for your presence.

“I’m sorry.” he finally managed to say it out loud, his voice hoarse from the crying.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” you whispered back. “Do you wanna talk about it?” you knew what his answer was going to be, but you wanted to try.

“Not now, please.”

“Okay, you don’t have to.” silence took over the room again, you continued playing with his hair and he absentmindedly started tracing his fingers on your skin. You were hiding from the world right now, but you could still hear life from outside. Cars, people talking, babies crying or dogs barking down on the busy street.

“Did he hurt you? Are you hurt?” Noah suddenly realized that his father pushed you and you fell. He lifted his head to scan over your face, looking for possible injuries.

“I’m okay, really.” maybe you were starting to feel a bruise forming on your thigh, but that didn’t matter right now.

“Are you sure? Did you hit your head?” Noah looked over your whole body, touched your head to make sure you’re whole and not hurt.

“Calm down Noah, I promise I’m okay.” you held his head and kissed his forehead.

“I’m sorry you had to be there.”

“Stop apologizing, and I asked to be there, so it’s not your fault. Okay?” you heard Noah’s mhm and you knew that that was the best agreement you’re going to get from him.

“Will you stay tonight?” his voice still low, you could hear the fear of you saying no in it.

“Yes.”

After a while you moved to the bathroom, had a shower together. Noah let you wash his hair and his body. You wanted to wash all of today off of him. He let you hug him, hold him, again, while the water was cascading down both of your bodies.

He kissed your shoulder, then your collar bone, then your neck, jaw and finally, your lips. Kissing him felt different, more emotional. You knew he was saying sorry through his kisses, so you let him. When you separated from the kiss, he grabbed your head with both of his hands. His fingers stroked your cheeks in a comfortable way until he said “I’m not in the mood for sex tonight, sorry.”

You had to hold a laugh in you, because you found it funny that he thought you expected sex after everything that just happened.

“Oh Noah, neither am I. I just want to cuddle you all night. Is that okay?” you rubbed your nose along his, leaving a small kiss just at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah.”

So that’s how your night ended. Your bodies intertwined in Noah’s big bed, you held him until his breath evened out, then you fell asleep too. Before you did, you left a few kisses on his skin, whispering that he’s not alone and he’s not a desolate.

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This story is a work of fiction, with the plot and characters entirely made up. The appearance and name of the main male character are inspired by Noah Sebastian Davis, but the storyline bears no connection to the real person. Please do not steal or repost this work on other platforms without permission.

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thunderxleafart · 3 months ago

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Happy holidays everyone!! <3 I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season. It took some effort but I was able to wrangle together one last art piece before the year came to an end. Just a wholesome lil festive doodle of Donald with both of his beloved Ducks <3

Honestly I don't think Duck fully understands Donald's bond with Dilly, but he tries his best to be supportive at least. And let's be real; seeing the big Scottish engine turn into mush over a tiny little duckling is pretty dang adorable. xD

Agh I love all these goofy trains so much <3 And you bet you'll be seeing plenty more of them come the New Year LMAOO

So I hope y'all can enjoy them too!

BONUS:

Picture at a Christmas Lights Display of the wonderful lil ERTL Ben my bestie bought me for Christmas <3 I love him so much!! (I'll prolly try to get a Bill now too, as the twins are a set do not separate LOL) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Donald & Duck (c) TTTE Art (c) Me! <3

#ttte #christmas 2024 #christmas #thomas and friends #ttte donald #ttte duck #ttte dilly #donald's duck #8x9 #definitely 8x9 I love me some 8x9 LKAHSGSA #they're cute ;;#and Duck is now Dilly's step-dad #it's a whole thing aksghasga #fanart #ttte fanart #my art #thunderxleafart #thunderxleafart<3

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year ago

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Going to do a small ramble since janitors been getting some misgendering.

Imagine if for a second, janitor just corrected people on their pronouns. Like, sure their in a chaotic fast food place but the least a customer can do is accept the pronouns the fucking cleaner of the establishment uses. Maybe after a long hard day of work, FF! Reader just gives sulli a hug. They deserve it even in this murder happy and very questionably run fast food joint. Maybe they even just chill after hours in the building to just hang out. Idk personally think there's not enough fluff for them. (Side thing : what if janitor just had a they/them pin? I've seen more recently at least in my area service workers have rainbow or fandom pins and I think it'd fit them.) -🍭anon (sorry I haven't spoken in awhile, been very busy with life)

[I'll do you one better- FF Reader being the one to correct the customer. TW: Mention of misgendering]

"Um, excuse me, Sir? There's still no paper towels in the bathroom."

Why do they even bother? They've expressed their grievances to this customer multiple times - both in fact of them being busy with other work, and that the customer had mistaken them for something they weren't. They've tried to let it slide. They've tried to gently inform the customer of their preferred pronouns. No dice. Their head was pounding from the fumes of the chemical they worked with, and this was doing nothing to help it. Why did they come into work today.

"Listen, I'll get to it once I'm done mopping. How many times do I have to tell you I'm not a-"

Soft squeaks resonate from the freshly cleaning floor as heavy steps race across it. A hand nabs the bottle of cleanser out of the janitor's hands - aiming the nozzle directly in line with the customer's eyes as its finger clamps down on the trigger.

The customer screeches - throwing their hands over their face to shield themselves as their eyes sting and vision blurs.

"Begone." Steadying your aim, you blast the customer with another face full of the unholy solution filing the bottle in your hands. Had to be some powerful stuff to get out the stains you see on the daily. Despite their arms blocking majority of their face, you manage to get a spray of the mixture in their mouth. They retch - tears and saliva dripping down their face as they spit.

"Agh! What the hell is wrong with you!"

"The fuck's wrong with you? I've been watching you all morning. There's a line between a mistake and being an ignorant asshole, and you've crossed it buddy. Go on, get - shoo, get the fuck outta here."

"I hope you know you've just lost a paying customer!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing. Go ruin someone's else's day."

The Janitor watches as you chase the customer out of the establishment, hurling obscenities and hitting them with another jet of cleanser whenever they turn to look back. You toss the now empty bottle at the hood of their car as they crawl in and speed away. Their heart pumps so loudly they can barely hear your steps as you return to their side.

"Sorry about using all your cleanser. Wanna go pretend to look for more in storage room and sneak out the back?"

The Janitor deadpans. "I used to think I was in love you.... It's gone far beyond just a thought now."

"I know." You throw your arm around their shoulder - allowing them to dump their weight on you as they go weak in the knees from the contact. You half carry them out the back door, sneaking off to where their van was parked outside. You hold your hand out for their keys which they readily give you. You help them into the passenger seat before walking around to the driver's side and hopping in. The Janitor's hand reaches over the divider, stopping just short of your arm.

"You good?"

Their head falls to your shoulder - voice strained as they rub at where their eyes would be. "Yea....Yea, I'm good. Thanks by the way."

You place your hand over theirs, squeezing it gently. "Eh, you and I are the one's keeping the hellhole in shape.. You deserve more respect than you get sometimes... Ready to ditch this place for the night?"

"....Please?..."

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere #yandere blurb #Fast food reader #yandere fluff #soft yandere #yandere drabble

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vivid-dreamscapes · 5 months ago

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pls omg a part 2 of the halloween party fic with katsuki where reader wakes up in the morning and remembers everything that happened that night

i loved it!!!

OH MY GOSH YESSSSSS I WILLLLLL. Everyone, see, THIS is a person you should all take after. GIVE ME YOUR REQUESTSSSS, I WILL WRITE THEMMMM (unless they are smut).

Okay, in all seriousness, TYSM FOR THE REQUEST. Having severe writer block constantly makes it hard to write for yall on a regular basis, so having a prompt or being asked to continue smth makes me super happy and motivated! The squeal that I let out when I found out the notif in my inbox was a request and not someone trying to sign me up for something was hella loud.

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Pt.1

Tw: Cursing, hungover!Reader, slight angst, insecure!Bakugou

not proofread!

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . Spooky Season

The sun beamed through the window, light shining directly in your eyes. You awoke with a terrible headache, whole body aching from the night before. Your memory was a little wonky, slowly sitting up in bed and rubbing your forehead. “Agh, my head…”

Katsuki was still in bed next to you, sleeping on his stomach. One arm was slung over your lap as his face was buried in his pillow. He snored quietly, his blanket only covering his lower half.

The stupid wolf ears Kirishima had convinced him to wear was placed crookedly on the top of his head, and his green jacket tussled quite a bit. You looked down at him before rubbing your eyes. And then you remembered. Everything.

"Oh f*ck.” You muttered to yourself, the memories of the night before hitting you like A-Train. You glanced down at the sleeping boy, your breathing becoming uneven. You thought about what he said to you last night. You decided to test the waters. After he woke up of course.

You got up carefully to find some pain killers for your hangover—he always had some on his dresser, a habit, or perhaps just a tip, you’d picked up. All the training caused his muscles to be hella sore, so he always had a full bottle, and eventually, you had started doing the same.

Once you took them though, you looked over to see the blonde boy watching you groggily, propped up on one elbow. Oh shit. Had you woken him up when you got up? Had he just been staring at you?

(He totally had, but had stayed silent because he was just sleepily entranced by you and how gorgeous you looked in the costume he had been too shy to change you out of.)

"Good morning." His voice was gruff, his red eyes watching your every move as if he was a predator waiting to pounce on its prey. He yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes as he watched you. Katsuki noticed the look on your face and raised a brow. "What?" He asked with a small grumble, stretching his arms up.

“Heyyyyy…” You said almost awkwardly, sitting back down on the bed next to him. You weren’t really sure how to start this conversation, considering it wasn’t a typical way to start the morning, but your curiosity was killing you. “About last night…what did you mean?”

He raised a brow, his sleepy eyes staring at you as he tried to clear away the sleep clouding his sight. He then looked over at his nightstand, grabbing a face towel and cleaning off the smudged the natural makeup look Sero had given him last night. It came off easy—it had been cheap makeup after all.

"What do you mean?" He asked after tossing the towel in the laundry bin in the corner of his room. He seemed almost oblivious to you asking about the conversation both of you had the night prior. He looked at you with a small, tired sigh, and raised a brow. To be fair, he wasn't fully awake yet. Maybe he just needed some time to fully process.

“When you said you were scared? And didn’t wanna fuck anything up?”

It took him a second, but it seemed to finally click in his mind. "Oh, yeah. That." He said, his voice quiet as his face began to turn pink. He groaned and buried his face in his hands, the blush evident on his face due to his pale face. “How much do you remember?"

“All of it. I think.” You mumbled, looking down at your lap. After a moment you snapped your head back up, waving your hands frantically. “Shit, sorry, I should be apologizing for coming onto you like that last night, not drilling you about something you said.”

“No, it’s fine. You were drunk, and drunkenness typically pushes one to act on desire. Hence why people call it ‘liquid courage’.” The blonde said with a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. You both sat in silence, him looking down at the floor, you looking down at your lap. But he eventually broke the silence.

“I was scared if you saw my body…you’d leave me.” He mumbled and you looked up in surprise. You wanted to immediately protest, but you knew Katsuki. If he was opening up, it was best to stay quiet and let him finish speaking before saying absolutely anything.

He exhaled through his nose, looking away as his body started shaking a bit. “I…have a lot of scars." He whispered. But that was an obvious statement, you could just look at his face and see the deep scar on the side of his right cheek, or the burn mark on his forearm.

“And honestly there are a lot of reasons recently swirling around in my head on why you should leave me.” He said, fiddling with his calloused fingers. His brows were furrowed, like always, forming a grumping look on his face. But his crimson eyes glinted with worry, hurt.

He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down before letting go of a shaky breath, staring at the pattern on the blankets. “And my biggest reason is that I have severe mental issues.” He mumbled quickly, refusing to make eye contact. He clearly meant all the fights the class had been put through, all of the pain and damage he had endured.

There was a small pause. Then;

"I'm a fucking freak."

You looked over at him, clearly upset he would think such a thing. He wasn’t a freak. Not for having mental issues, or having trauma or PSTD, or scars, or anything from events that would obviously cause such things, or in general. Hell, you and your own fair share of mental issues.

You didn’t even know if he was done or not, but you leaned over and gave him the biggest freaking bear hug you could muster. He looked at you in surprise as he felt you nestle into his neck, followed by a dampness on his skin.

“Why’re you cryin’?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as you kept your arms wrapped around him. He was surprised—he felt like if anyone was supposed to be crying, it was him. That’s what happened in movies and shows anyways. But here you were, letting tears fall over his words.

“Cause I don’t want you to feel like that…” You mumbled against his skin. You didn’t know if this was the hangover or what, but hearing such a strong, unbreakable man say that you made him scared, worried, all of that hurt. Because you didn’t want to make him feel that way. You wanted to make him feel loved. “Cause you’re not a freak. You’re my boyfriend. You’re a future pro hero.”

You looked up at him, wiping away your tears as you locked eyes with his own glossy ones. You knew he wouldn’t let his tears fall, but it was still obvious he was emotionally touched. You gave him a lopsided, hopeful smile before quoting a show you guys had watched early into the relationship. “You’re Katsuki fuckin’ Bakugou.”

“Okay nerd.” He said with an eye roll and a small huff, the corners of his mouth turning up as he tried to push you away a little. You smiled and let go of him, leaning into him after a moment. You could wait however long to do anything with him. Sex included. You just wanted to make sure he felt happy. That you both did.

“…besides, I think scars are sexy.”

“Oh do you?”

“Mmmmhm.”

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zinfindoll · 5 months ago

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Gehenna | fem!reader x twst | 00.

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Rating: T CW: Injuries, gore, mentioned death

AN: i wanted to write smth spooky for halloween so i have a reader from the evil dead world being sent over to twisted wonderland. this takes place directly at the end of evil dead 2, when ash gets sent to 1300 A.D.! you do not need to watch or consume evil dead media to hopefully enjoy this piece <3 I do not update often on here but feel free to follow my AO3 or Quotev for more constant updates! <3 there are currently more chapters uploaded to AO3 and Q right now.

It was funny how everything could change in the span of two days. In just two days, you had watched your sister and her friends die. In just two days you had gone from the happy-go-lucky 16 year old to a war-hardened vet. You had seen everybody around you get brutally murdered, had seen your older brother get possessed and try to kill you, had fought against forces best left unseen.

And now, you were dying.

Everything hurt. Your body felt like it was on fire, and you felt cold. As you lied on the ground next to the lifeless body of Annie, you struggled to prop yourself up on your one good arm. Each movement brought fresh waves of pain that had you whimpering.

You had come so far. So fucking far. And for what? To bleed out just when the demon had been defeated? What a joke.

Your brother crawled over to where you and Annie laid, and you could see tears drip from his eyes as he helped you to sit up. "We did it," he gasped. Blood dripped from his head from one of the many wounds he had gotten in his own fight against the Kandarian demon. "No, no, c'mon kid, stay with me!"

Ash was rapidly smacking your cheek, the sensation stinging. You didn't realize your eyes had been closing, and you groggily opened them back up, staring up at his panic-stricken face.

"M... Really tired." Your words were slurred, and he began to shake you. In any other instance you would have scolded him for being so rough. If somebody was bleeding out, you didn't try to give them shaken baby syndrome!

"God damn it, stay awake!"

"Why... are you always so loud?" you rasped. Before he could respond, though, the cabin door flung open, revealing what could only be described as a worm hole of sorts. It sucked everything in indiscriminately, and you watched with faint amusement as you could see Ash's car be pulled in from outside. That was rough.

"Agh!"

Ash cried out, holding you close with his one good arm. You appreciated him not bringing his chainsaw hand near you, although perhaps that would be the final step to put you out of your misery.

"How do you stop this?!" Ash exclaimed as the two of you began to be pulled across the floor. You grimaced at the feel of being pulled by such a strong force.

"Don't worry 'bout me," you muttered. "Just go."

Ash held onto you tighter. "No! First Cheryl... I'm not losing you, either!"

It was easier said than done, though. Neither you nor Ashley were strong enough to resist the pull of the vortex, and with no solid grip, you were the first to be pulled in. You offered no resistance, weakly clutching onto the Kandarian dagger that you had managed to pry from Annie's back.

He cried out your name as you felt yourself lift up off the ground; and the last thing you saw was his distraught face before the world around you turned black.

You were dead. This, you were certain. After all, not only were you standing in complete darkness, but you were completely uninjured. You didn't feel any pain, and both of your arms were in perfect working condition. You even flexed your left fingers experimentally, relieved to see everything was in order.

Everything that had happened was fresh in your mind, which was why you knew, without a doubt...

You were dead.

So where were you? Was this limbo? Was this truly the afterlife? Desolate and bleak? You had at least been hoping to see Cheryl again, but even she was gone.

You were completely alone.

Your knees buckled underneath you, the weight of everything that had happened weighing on you. You sank to the cold ground, and you let out a shuddering breath.

"You're not dead yet."

Your head snapped up, but you made no move to stand. In front of you stood... Well, something. You weren't sure if it was exactly a person. Their form seemed to shift and phase. It was humanoid in shape, but you couldn't really process any features, as if your mind was incapable of handling such a feat. At this point, you weren't surprised. The past few days had been literal hell for you.

"What does that mean?"

Slowly, you forced yourself to stand back up. Your legs trembled, but you stayed standing. The figure was only a little bit taller than you, and their voice was layered. When they spoke, it was as if many voices were speaking at once, an amalgamation of tones that created a dissonance in your mind.

"You fought well against the Kandarian demon and the Deadites, child."

"The.... huh?"

The entity sighed, although it seemed to be more in amusement than anything else. Its tone remained calm and patient, addressing your obvious confusion.

"The ones you once loved, possessed by demons from another plane... Those beings are, of course, the Deadites I refer to. It is rather unfortunate that you had to encounter them... But it is, whether you like it or not, the best."

"The best? Those things killed my sister, my friends — me." Your voice was choked up, cracking. But the being said you weren't dead yet. Was there hope for you?

"Indeed," the entity did not seem phased by your outburst. "You and your brother, Ashley Joanna Williams, were prophesized to be the ones to fight against the Kandarian demon, far before your ancestry could be traced back. Whether you like it or not, it is your duty to protect the Necronomicon from those who wish to wield it.

"You and Ashley Joanna Williams... Are set to save the world, one day."

You shook your head. Your throat felt dry. "No. No. We're just... a couple of idiots from Michigan. We've never done anything remarkable throughout our lives. You... Have to be mistaken. This was all a mistake. A simple case of the wrong place and wrong time." You shook your head again. There was no way... No way your fate was to do something so scary. It was a mistake. You refused to believe otherwise.

The entity was not perturbed by your adamancy, nor did it budge. "Whether you want to believe it or not, it is true. When you are much older, you will face off against Kandar the Destroyer." The entity paused in its wording, before continuing. "However... I do not believe it is time yet to thrust you into such a role. As Ashley Joanna Williams has been sent to find his own way and truth, so will you."

"Where is my brother?"

You took a hesitant step forward. If this meant Ash was still alive... You could at least rest a little bit easier.

"1300 A.D."

You nearly choked on your spit, slapping your hand over your mouth. "He's where?!" Your voice came out in a squeak.

"Fret not, child. I will not be sending you so far back in the past. His job is to save that era from darkness. You, too, will be sent somewhere where your presence is needed."

"I want to go back home—"

The entity waved its hand.

"And in time, you shall return to Elks Grove. But for now, you have your own part to play. Rest easy, child. Your story... Is just beginning."

The darkness began to lighten up, and you watched as the entity began to fade.

"Who are you?"

The entity spoke next, but it was pure static in your ears. Brightness engulfed you.

When you woke up, your body was in pain. You were surrounded by darkness once more, but you could tell this time it was because you were in an enclosed space.

Is this... a coffin?!

You felt like you were going to throw up. Sharp pains radiated throughout your torso, and you held your hand up to your abdomen only to find it sticky. You were still bleeding. Even worse, only your right hand had any movement, your left arm dangling uselessly at your side. It was for the best you couldn't see it right now; when possessed, Ash had driven his chainsaw through your forearm. It was a miracle it was still attached.

"Well, at least somebody had the decency to stay in their coffin before I could grab them!" The muffled voice was flamboyant in nature, and you winced as light began to crack through the lids. "Once I grab this last student, we can be on our way to the entrance ceremony to get you all sorted— hm?!"

As the lid was removed, you couldn't help but fall forward. You landed on the ground with a rough thud, and you were grateful you didn't break your nose in the process. The room was tinted blue, and you could have sworn you saw books floating around you in the peripheral of your vision.

"Sevens — what has happened to you?! There's so much blood....!"

The voice was panicked, and you were rolled over onto your back. You saw glimpses of two faces; one covered in a strange, black mask, and the other of a person with long black hair and worried silver eyes.

"Never in all of my tenure... No matter! We must get her to the infirmary posthaste!"

"What the..."

Before the words could finish leaving your lips, everything, once more, went black.

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artsypatience · 3 months ago

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I just got the hugest RotE feels today. God damn it's been 4years since I've read Assassin's Fate, and I only started Assassin's Apprentice some days ago. But thinking about it all, honestly it's so hard. And sad. These books are so fucked up I feel remorse each time I reccommend them to a friend. Thank you ms Hobb, but why, whyy.

I will never stop thinking about Fitz, Beloved, Nettle, Bee, Dutiful, Patience and all the others :(.

Huge RotE rant + spoilers below:

It just makes me feel so sad each time I think about it, besides it being a fictionnal story, it rings so true and deep in my heart.

Fitz never got to die in his bed in Whittywoods next to Molly, he never got to raise Nettle like he wanted to, never got to become an adult at Patience's side, never grew a lot himself and stayed his old scarred and scared self even through some improvements, never got to grow up and old with Beloved, never got to say a proper goodbye to Nighteyes, never got to have the long conversations he should have had with Beloved, never got to raise Dutiful as his own, and the worst is that he never got to finish his days peacefully by Bee's side.

Also the fact that Beloved is so important to him, yet in the whole span of his 60+years life, he barely spent 6 with him. And how Patience mourned him for years when he was still alive, but depressed and empty. How Burrich thought he died to bandits for years after their ugly fight, and then just after being reunited with him, died for him and his son. Ugh. How after having his happy ever after, which actually was just an ever after, with Molly, he still didn't grow a good enough relationship with her to trust her wholly, and how he still was bitter and locked himself up in his office, wondering about Beloved and Nighteyes. How after all these years he still believed he didn't belong even with his own family. How he thought Bee was dead and went on an hateful and twisted path, damaging both him and his relationship with Beloved.

But then, even though all these bitter things it's still beautiful, worth it, because these books got to capture life's essence like a very very few other did. You never get what you want, especially if you don't admit it to yourself, and when you do achieve a dream or a huge thing, it's a sacrifice of other things that would have made you happy, but you are there and you have to carry on, and carve your own happiness with the bare flesh of your hands.

Patience desperatly tried to teach him instruments and he couldn't, and made a drawing of the cub she gifted him, as an excuse and present for her. Kettricken made the gardens beautiful again so she wouldn't be lonely. The Fool carved toys for children, made them happy, Amber carved jewels and wood and made it a life earning. She made friends with Paragon, and with a crow. Which was healed by Fitz, like many other animals, like a wolf he rescued, and all the hurting things he could care for on his path. Fitz raised a boy, supported him, fed chickens. Wrote a lot of books, a lot of letters. He helped Bee have access to her artistic abilities, protected her the best he could even if it was never enough. Did the same with Beloved, and all of the people he cared, it was never enough but the best he could have done and he himself was always enough

My man was DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE

And what comfort can we get from all this ? Bee still has a family. Fitz and Beloved are finally whole and without limits. Molly died being loved, with a little girl she loved in her very own garden. Patience died moved to see Chivalry. Dutiful has a family he can count on. Nettle has a good man (and the best one I might say) by her side. But somehow it doesn't erase the sadness and bitterness of the journey. And tbh when she releases her next book I know it will mess me up all over again agh. Bee is my favorite, this is going to hurt a lottt.

Ugh why am I crying again. And don't get me started on Beloved's side of this story, or I will violently sob on my carpet. Fitz's is bittersweet but his is just plain sad.

"What were we ?"

it's ok i'm just gonna jump off a cliff in an instant

#rote #realm of the elderlings #robin hobb #fitz chivalry #the fool rote #bee farseer #nettle farseer #dutiful farseer #patience #fitz and the fool #tawny man #farseer trilogy

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sunflower1experiment · 2 months ago

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Human contact

TW// Signs of Sa, suicidal thoughts, Jimmy, knifepoint

Before it happened, Anya enjoyed hugs, so did you….but now…

You stopped hugging Anya and resorted to sending coordinates from home to the military, every day in your room….when you left you got to work as the assistant, you kept watch over the cargo.

“Anya!” Jimmy calls, to which you answered and stand beside Anya. “Need anything?”

“Just need Anya for some “medical” advice, ya know since her job isn’t really that serious.” Jimmy jokes, expecting a laugh but your dead gaze causes him to stop. “……What an odd thing to say, anyway what do you need? You don’t take the psych evals seriously yet, it’s surely needed because we don’t need two people in the cockpit having mental health problems.”

Jimmy’s demeanor darkens and he looks at Anya, she just speaks up. “Whatever you need I’ll be sure to grab it…”

“This is your chance of actually doing your job and you’re hiding behind the assistant.” His words cut the air, basically ignoring whatever she said while you stare him in the eyes. “And this your chance to actually take the job as medically necessary as possible, one mistake because you wouldn’t simply take her job seriously and everything goes to hell…”

Jimmy’s whole gaze focuses on the two, while Anya remains quiet and he left. “….You shouldn’t have…”

“Anya…it was his way of keeping you silent from whatever happened…do you remember anything?” Anya shook her head as you stay quiet to hear her out, “….I’ll change yours and his schedule, and be by your door…or something..”

The assistant sits on the chair, Anya continues working. “Thank you..”

“Anya, its common knowledge to care for my best friend…” The woman nods again then wipes away a tear, holding onto her book before she lets more tears fall down.

“…..Anya.”

“You deserve better.”

She did, she truly did. They hug in silence as the world starts to clear in her mind, Curly soon walks in noting the comforting warmth between them. “You both okay?”

You stare at him with your legs crossed as if to make a remark but all that came out was Anya’s teasing. “Are you? Wanna join the hug circle?”

“I do!!” Daisuke moves by him and hugs Anya close, she giggles while you hug them both. Until Curly picks all three of you guys up and hug them. “Aw- Agh! Captain!”

Daisuke laughs as he sets everyone down, “No way he picked us up! Again!”

“Boy! Get your happy self back in here!” Swansea walks over to them, crossing his arms. “What the- who the heck said you could hug each other without me? Not cool.”

“Okay sneaker head.” You and Daisuke hug the older man while the intern wheezes, “not Sneaker head!”

Sometime passes as you suggested the schedule was changed and well, you lost some credible sleep but you were certainly trying to help Curly figure it out. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

He was uncomfortable, yet willing to work and be friends with him. Why….why would he do that? “….Curly stop trying to fix what cannot be fixed.”

Curly rubs his face when you say that and a couple of tears roll down. “….Curly talk to me.” They begin to talk as he breaks down and starts to blame himself for what Jimmy did.

“She’s pregnant…” You grip the couch, “What are we to do? We have eight months…”

“I simply told her to wait to confront him, but…I-our pay…” You sigh, “…..Curly. You have to support her more and we may have to wait…you made a mistake with the lay offs but..this, its beyond telling…I’ll continue helping Anya..”

For a while it was uncomfortable, Jimmy’s conversations with you were cut short every time and when he asked about Anya you simply replied curtly. “She’s busy.”

The pay being docked was on Jimmy, you knew that and sent coords to the military again. Looking at the panel you suddenly feel a shift, what happened?

Running out of the room then down the hallway you see Jimmy, “Jimmy!? What the hell did you do!?” You run into the cockpit, ripping it open and then grab Curly to help him but after that you shield him as the crash happens…foam surrounds your body.

You look up, and Curly’s form was…damaged, his hand was gone and right eye was badly damaged. But his body….well, your back was badly injured.

You get up as you wheeze in agony, “…..”

Sometime goes by, Curly was silent, Jimmy was tied up and Anya was relieved yet saddened.

“So, what do we do?” Swansea asks. “Our Captain here decided to let some manic loose.”

“Swansea, no….I…I didn’t consider his or Anya’s mental health.” He looks over at Anya while she sighs and starts crying weakly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have..”

“Anya, no matter what. Human contact is simply not something that can be exchanged without the other person’s consent…” You state bluntly, “I don’t know why Jimmy did what he did, but to crash the ship simply because his consequences have actions…well I’ll be….Curly was damned either way…complicit or not…Jimmy had every intent to react…”

“But- I…” Anya looks away, “I’m sorry.” Curly shakes his head.

“Anya don’t apologize to me for anything, ever…it’s not your fault. It’s mine, and Pony Express’s fault…” Swansea grumbles when Curly blames himself, shaking his head. Daisuke merely looks at Jimmy, “Well- That simply just isn’t true Cap….you’re at fault because you were complicit but Jimmy’s actions were his own decision..” he may have been unfiltered but, jeez did his words help.

“Now I’m certain you said the military would come get us?” You nod, “I sent the coordinates and since Curly moved us in time and the system somewhat works, we could try to send more..”

As you start to work, you slowly begin to feel tears rolling down. You set the coordinate telegrams down, finally breaking down softly. “……I should have protected her…”

Days, weeks, two months!?

Curly was laying on your lap, you’d occasionally avoid eating and give it to Anya for her sake, Swansea would check on Jimmy. It was quiet between them and you, your cold gaze made him so angry…why!? Why is it that he tried to fix it….he and Curly both…

“Jimmy…you realize that this crash costed us 4000 credits….you could’ve had those credits but instead you assaulted Anya…did you simply think you doing that wouldn’t have consequences…..of course you did. Thats why you crashed this ship, Assaulting Anya, you probably silenced her or you drugged her who knows…and she found the courage after the lay off…her being pregnant…” You sigh, and stare down at him.

“It makes me sick, you forcefully took away her autonomy, impregnated her and then tried to crash the ship? Simply because you knew it’d reflect on you and that pay would be docked but let me ask you this…do you see her as human?” He looks at you, confused: what kind of question is that!? Anya is a human of course.

“Don’t ask me stupid questions-“

“Then you can answer it with your full chest! Do you see Anya as human!? Yes or no!?” He doesn’t answer, instead he remains silent.

“Thought so, like her, you be seen as subhuman.” With that the cargo door closed once more. Leaving Jimmy tied up with the never ending boxes of mouthwash…

Because that is simply how the company, saw them, how he saw Anya….as something to give them a sort of satisfaction until it affected them.

Swansea holds your arm when you begin your tear up, “Can’t lose my temper….”

They leave, the gruff mechanic was reassuring you yet it didn’t help with the fact that he truly didn’t see that what he did ruined everything. “It all started with the harassment…”

Anya looks at you and she reaches out, at first you hesitate then look at her. She nods reassuringly: You hold one another for a long time again.

Curly does the same, with Swansea and Daisuke joining in after. “This is nice….”

Anya chuckles, “Human contact is only acceptable with consent. As you said.”

#swansea mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #curly mouthwashing #mouthwashing anya #mouthwashing #mouthwashing swansea #mechanic swansea #daisuke mw #mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing jimmy #jimmy mouthwashing

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