#but then again. he did catch me in two different upsets…and it didn’t scare him

[void-tiger]

I have a plan. Trusted people say it’s a good plan. I do not know if I have the courage to do said plan.

[strangelysamantha]

heart to heart ❀

steve harrington x fem!reader.

warnings: mention of being drugged, but otherwise pure fluff.

words: 987.

summary: at the starcourt mall bathroom, you and steve have a heart to heart.

request? no

a/n: it won’t let me insert links anymore and i’m very upset about it. but i’m happy to be writing again so i guess i have that going for me! can’t wait to produce a bunch of stranger things content.

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you lay on the floor of the bathroom, your back slouched against the wall. your head wasn’t spinning as bad so that was good, but now the spiral to sobriety made your mind rush with thoughts. the starcourt mall had harsh lights, and you struggled to stick with any thoughts, overwhelmed by the torture you had barely escaped from. steve harrington was quiet in the stall next to you. a groan emitting from your lips. “are you okay steve?” you find the courage to question. you were nervous to break the silence, but if you had to endure it any longer you would explode. he hesitates, “yeah, i think uh,” he waits, “i think im alright.” you nod, although he’s unable to acknowledge it. “how about you? are you okay over there?” you stay quiet, unsure how to answer. “hello?” there’s worry in his voice, and he doesn’t wait to slide under the stall door to comfort you.

you grimace at him, “do you realize how gross the bathroom floor is?” you crack a smile, amused. he shrugs, “after all that fighting today, i already needed to wash the uniform, what difference will it make?” the two of you break out into laughter, “maybe it’s not fully out of our system yet.” this makes you laugh even harder. you take a moment to catch your breath. “steve?” he hums in response, “i’m glad i was with you in the battle against the russians.” he makes eye contact with you, “true, i’m pretty badass aren’t i?” you bite your lip nervously, “yes but you did deal with alot though.” he looks away, “i just want you to know im here for you. i mean what else can we go through that’s going to top breaking into a hidden russian lair?”

“i hope nothing… but this town is crawling with bad people. you can’t ever be safe.” his demeanor hurts, the pitiful comment causes your heart to sting. “yeah that’s what scares me.” you admit. “we’ll get through it together okay? we’re a good team.” you nod at his reassuring words, “let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that.” you collect your thoughts, “it’s funny to think that just last week we scooped ice cream for a living, and then we almost died.” steve smirks, “it’s quite the story to tell though.”

“don’t you miss high school? the only worry we had was about homework due dates, and trying not to fall asleep during lectures?” he reminisces, “it was easier, but time moves forward, and you get hardships thrown your way. i don’t know where i’ll be in a few years.” he continues, “it’s hard to think about the future, when the present is not enjoyable.” “i know, we should be out having fun, not worried about our hometown being invaded.” saying the words made the situation real, and the idea of your future was unimaginable. “do you still love nancy?” you question. he sighs, “yes, and no.” he thinks about it, you can tell by his face. “i miss what we had, the love was real, but time passed. we both grew into ourselves; there’s no point in ruining that growth.” his stance caught you by surprise, but you appreciated his honesty. “i had a first love too. it was different; it was a love that consumed me, but i lost who i was in the process. it’s hard to go back to someone when you know it didn’t work out for a reason.” he silently agrees, “have you moved on?” he asks. “yes, and no.” you giggle, “i’ve moved on, but sometimes i long for it. it was safe, predictable, but i know in my heart that things will work out for me.” steve’s eyes lock with yours.

you can’t read what he’s feeling, you’re filled with nerves. “i like you steve.” his lips curved, “you do?” you laugh slightly, “of course i do steve. you saved my life today. you make working at scoops ahoy fun. you’re playful, and witty. you treat me with so much kindness. and maybe i’m misreading this thing between us.” you back peddled slightly, worried you might have overstepped. “i like you too, today you brought out a side of me, one i hadn’t seen in awhile. you gave me hope, a reason.” you stomach fills with butterflies as his gaze lingers over you. you scooch forward, placing your hand over his. “steve, i really-.” unfortunately dustin and erica barge into the bathroom, before he rolls his eyes. “okay… what the hell?” steve and you glance at each other before returning your eyes to dustin. together you both emit into hysterical laughter at dustin’s comment. “get up we have to go.” he urges you up and rushes you to the door, erica’s face is stern and her hand is on her hip as she impatiently waited for you two to stand up. the four of you leave the bathroom, determined to escape the mall. you stay back, letting erica and dustin lead the way. you glance over at steve, your hand instinctively reaching for his as the nerves wash over you. he happily holds it, he looks over to you, his teeth bright. “you make me really happy.” he squeezes your hand. “you make me really happy too steve.” he chuckles slightly. “maybe after we escape, i can take you on a date?” a rose tint lifted to your cheeks as shyness crept up. “yes please.” the two of you continue to hold hands as you hurriedly tried to blend in with the crowd of people leaving the theater; however you see men in all black, guarding the exit. dustin tells you guys to abort and to turn around, and you frantically run to the lower level. fear was instilled inside you, however; with steve by your side you felt confident that you would make it to your guys first date.

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[d0youc0py]

You had spent the night in your car. You hoped by now he had sobered up. Hell, he was probably still asleep. The sun was rising, not that you enjoyed its pale blue color. Your eyes throbbed. You had barely slept, and while you were awake you did nothing but cry.

You turned your car on.

You didn’t want to go back. He could still be drinking. He could be passed out in the living room. He could be out looking for you. He could not care at all. You didn’t believe that last one. You knew without a doubt Simon loved you more than anything. Last night was the first time he’d ever shown you something different. You hoped he was worried. Pacing the floor. Wondering what the hell he did last night. Buckling your seatbelt you headed back to your shared flat, with no clue what was in store for you- but you knew one thing: he was going to have to work hard to make it up to you.

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You had barely opened the door before he was on you. His knees hitting the ground with a loud thump, two powerful arms gripping your waist. His hands clawed at the back of your shirt, pressing you suffocatingly close to him.

Your exterior was already faltering. You stopped your hands from digging in his hair, telling him you forgave him- but yell at him to never do it again. He was mumbling into your stomach. You maneuvered the both of you so you could get the door shut.

“Simon?” You questioned slowly. You couldn’t understand a word, or see his face. Your shirt began to feel wet. His whole body was quivering as he dug himself closer to you. He pulled his mouth away from your stomach, but you were still only able to catch every other word. You sighed and cupped his face in your hands forcing him to look at you.

You winced as a sharp pain stabbed you right in the heart.

He looked worse than you’d hope. You thought you’d take a little joy from it- seeing him feel bad. You were wrong.

His molten eyes were bright red and swollen. His pale face covered in red splotches from crying. He had rubbed his jaw completely raw, something he did when he was upset. You wiped a tear away from his eyes. They instantly closed craving any scrap of comfort you wanted to give him.

“Where’d you go?” You murmured, craning your neck down closer to him. He furrowed his brows at your question. He’d been here, getting shitfaced. Then it dawned on him. You meant Simon. After a year of dating he opened up to you a little more about his “alter ego”- Ghost. When Simon had been acting the way he was a part of you wondered if maybe you had been dealing with Ghost.

“You know I can’t tell you.” He choked.

“It had to be pretty bad for you to come home and treat me the way you did though.” You tried your best to keep your tone cold. He whimpered, but nodded his head agreeing with you. “Treating me like I didn’t even exist- then having the audacity to get drunk and yell at me. Do you know how scary that was for me? How would you like a 6’4, two hundred and fifty pound man- in an obviously bad headspace, drunk, yelling at you? You scared me Simon Riley and I don’t know how long it will take for me to trust you again.” You felt lighter getting that off your chest. The weight was quickly replaced by Simon curling himself around you. His sobs shook your whole body, and you fought against gravity to stay upright. You lost that battle, your body tumbling into his lap. He made quickly work of tangling both of you together, resting his cheek against the top of your head.

This was the most excruciating experience of his life. He didn’t sleep last night either, even in his drunken state he knew he’d messed up. After you left he stumbled off the couch and grabbed a few pieces of bread and shoved them down his throat. He grabbed any item containing alcohol and dumped it down the drain, throwing it straight in the trash. He tried calling you, you had left your phone on the counter. This was his worst nightmare. He had acted like his father.

He pleaded for your forgiveness against your head. He didn’t know how to make it better. All he could do was hope that you saw how truly sorry he was. How his heart was twisting so painfully in his chest that he’d had a grimace on his face for the past six hours. “How can I fix it.” He murmured. His sobs had calmed down after you caved and started rubbing his back.

“I don’t know Si.” You mumbled. His grip on you tightened. “I think you should figure that out.”

He did figure it out. It took about a month for the two of you to get back to normal. He made a point to never drink while he was home- only drinking one or two drinks after a mission if he really needed it. In the future when you two fought he made sure to control his volume and temper- stepping away from the argument if he felt he was going to scare you. More importantly though he started to see a therapist and became much more open with you about his life before you. He will always put in the work for you.

You could barely hear your name being shouted over the heartbeat in your ears. It wasn’t until a hand wrapped around your arm did you become aware of your surroundings.

“Fuck off.” You shouted tugging your arm away from Johnny.

“Bonnie please.” He begged, pulling you back towards him. He felt sick to him stomach. Your terrified voice ringing in his ears as he pressed the accelerator. The fat tears rolling down your cheeks, your chest heaving up and down. He’s had more than enough panic attacks to know one when he sees one. You gripped the wall for support your other hand pushing roughly at his chest. His heart clenched as he realized you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. “Bonnie.” He tried again. Your breathing was so ragged he was surprised you were still conscious. “Sit down with me, please.” His voice was so soft, like he was trying to not scare off a deer. He sunk down slowly, his hands pulling you down with him. You put your legs between the two of you, resting your heated head on the cold brick of the building. You grabbed his wrists and threw his hands off of you.

He couldn’t hold back a tear any longer, his throat constricting so tight he knew it would be sore tomorrow. He quickly wiped it away. He didn’t deserve to feel sorry for himself. He’d put you- the most precious thing in his life- in danger. He deserved whatever punishment you had in mind for him.

You began to feel lightheaded. You shut your eyes, focusing hard on calming your breathing down. People walked past you- assuming the two of you had gotten a little too plastered.

“How could you do that to me.” You whispered finally. You opened your eyes and took in the sight of him. He was trying his hardest not to break down. The veins in his neck becoming more prominent.

“I was mad. You laughed at that bastards joke and it hurt me. If someone was poking fun at you I wouldn’t laugh along with them.” He tried to reason.

“So you thought almost killing us was the right way to go about it?” You snapped. Another tear fell from his eye. Usually the sight would absolutely break you, but you were so mad at him you hardly noticed it.

He didn’t know how to respond.

“We wouldn’t have died.” He assured. He had no way of knowing that and the crack in his voice made it obvious he knew that too.“I’m sorry, Bonnie.” He rose his head to look at you. He shivered as you looked at him with cold eyes.

“You wanted to scare me Johnny. You wanted to get back at me for making you feel bad. I’m sorry I laughed at his jokes- I’ll admit that wasn’t a kind thing to do. It sure as hell doesn’t excuse what you did though. How am I ever suppose to trust you again?” This was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Now you were wondering if his impulse would kill you one day.

“Let me make it up to you.” He said quickly. “All I ask for is one more chance. I’ll do anything for you, sweetheart and I know it doesn’t feel like it right now but you’re the most important thing to me. Please let me fix this.” He pleaded to you. The sincerity so evident in his eyes chipped at your cold heart. You stared at him for a long moment waiting for any falter. To see if this was just some facade. As the silence grew his gaze became more panicked- more heartbroken.

“One more chance Johnny.” You agreed. You could feel the weight of worry leaving his body. He was about to throw his arms around you but stopped himself.

“I’ll make it up to you, Sweetheart. I promise.” He swore. He did in fact, keep his promise. He never let his temper get the best of him again and completely changed his communication style, making sure he was always open and honest with you about the way he was feeling.

If you asked anyone what Captain John Price was most proud of in his whole life, they knew without a doubt his answer would have something to do with you. He took such pride in you and his relationship with you. He lived off of the way you looked at him. The way he was able to keep that lovestruck glint in your eye no matter how long the two of you had been together. He reveled in the feelings he got when someone asked him how he was able to keep someone like you so infatuated with him. He couldn’t help but puff his chest when someone came to him for relationship advice, because there was one thing no one could ever deny:

John Price was a fantastic Husband.

He was a fantastic husband.

That night changed everything. He took the easy way out. Leaving an ‘I’m sorry’ note on the fridge before he left for three months. The first week he was away he had the chance to call you. Pour his heart out, beg you for forgiveness. Remind you how much he loves you. How he would kill and be killed for you in a heartbeat. Yet he just stood there. Staring at the small burner phone in his shaking palm.

He hated himself enough for the both of you.

Everyone quickly noticed the shift. The always present loveglow he had was completely gone. He was a ghostly color- besides the red the that never left his eyes. He was completely dead. Only speaking to bark something out. They didn’t know the pain he was in. His heart constantly constricting in his chest. He wasn’t able to sleep because all he could think about was the sobs that left your body that night. He could hear them all the way from the living room. The look of complete and utter heartbreak as you watch the love of your life beat you down with words. He had shattered your world completely. He knew the comfort you found in him. He was a natural protector and he scared you more than anyone ever had. It was the most torturous experience of his life. Yet all he did was sit there and let silent tears roll down his face.

He hated himself enough for the both of you.

He had become a menace on the field. If anyone had forget why the man was Captain- they had sure been reminded. Talks of a promotion lingered in the air but he could care less. He wasn’t John Price anymore.

Hence why no one argued with him when he demanded to be taken back to you. He had been shot. Three times. He stayed still enough to receive some treatment, but he couldn’t be away from you. Not now. He couldn’t die thinking you hated him. He couldn’t have shame be the last emotion he felt for you. He couldn’t have his name written proudly on a tombstone, because if you didn’t want his last name anymore- he didn’t want it either.

He managed to convince one of the new rookies to fly him to home base. He jumped into his truck and sped as fast as he could to you.

A familiar pair of headlights shining into the bedroom window woke you up.

It couldn’t be. He had only been gone for a little more than six weeks. The front door opened, followed by your name being shouted. You tore off the covers. The sight of him alone was enough to make you sob.

“John.” You whimpered. He tugged you against him. Your mind was spinning. He was here, covered head to toe in blood, sweat, and tears, pressing quick hard kisses anywhere he could reach.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He repeated over and over against your skin. He knew he would have to work hard to get back to where you two were. To get that same lovestruck glint back in your eye. He could do it. The way you pressed yourself closer to him gave him some hope. Hope that he could one day, become a fantastic husband again.

“Can we talk.” You we’re just about to fall asleep when the words struck through the air. You rubbed your sore eyes nodding. The living room light flickered on and you sat up. You decided it was best for you to sleep on the couch tonight. Give each of you time to think and cool down. Looks like Konig was done. The couch squeaked uncomfortably at the newly added weight. “I did some research and I realized that the way I acted towards you wasn’t normal.” He said softly. His eyes met yours and all doubt slipped from your mind. He knew it wasn’t right. And he was sorry.

To Konig the world was very black and white. You either fought or took flight- he was choosing to fight. He knew he needed to change. He would die if you ended up resenting him. He was going to fight for this relationship by changing the way his brain worked- and he prayed that you didn’t already choose flight.

You scooted closer to him, your hand resting on his shoulder. You could feel his tense muscles relax under your touch. He leaned into you. Before you knew it you were both laying on the couch, your body nuzzled into his wide chest.

“I’m sorry I acted like that, Schatz.” He ran a huge Hand up and down your back. “I’m still so new to this. I just want you all to myself.”

“I know Konnie.” You smiled, pressing a kiss against his lips. “There are times I want you all to myself too. It’s natural to want to be close to what you love. Just try to remember I love you more than anything.” His face flushed and you snickered at the wide smile spread across his face. “I’m sorry for what I said too, Konnie. That was uncalled for.”

“No you’re right. Its true I’m not the most popular person, but I’m happy with my friends at work and of course you. I don’t really need anything else.” He sighed. “Does this mean you’ll come to bed now?” He questioned. You nodded your head rapidly, already feeling a crick in your neck.

Part one here

I just want to thank everyone for the support on this little mini series! Some of you had asked for alternative endings and I’ll have those out soon! Thank you for your patience!

[darylscarollolz]

LOST TIME

Carl Grimes x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings:

Summary: Carls been avoiding his “best friend” for days. It’s time for a confrontation.

Word count: 781

Carl had been avoiding me for days, I could tell. I think everyone could tell. It seemed like one day we were perfectly fine and the next he could barely even look me in the eyes. I racked my brain for anything I could have done to maybe upset him or put him off but nothing could come to mind. And I mean nothing.

Carl and I had been close friends for as long as I can remember. Ever since the beginning of the apocalypse we were close. And as time went on we only got closer. At least; until last week. The two of us had been hanging out watching the sunset, talking. Like usual. There was nothing different about this day than any other day. We talked about everything under the moon, family, friends, love, everything. And the next day, bam, he just started avoiding me. Carl refused to even make eye contact.

That’s how I found myself in the situation I’m in now. Anxiously waiting for Rick to grab Carl for me. It had gotten to the point where I needed to talk to him. For my own sanity.

He was reluctant to come down, It was easy to tell by the time it took Rick to coax him down. when he was, however, standing infront of me his gaze was at our feet.

“Hey..” was all he could muster.

“Hey..” I swallowed hard, trying to think of the best way to bring the topic up without upsetting him (in case I had done anything wrong). “Can we talk for a moment.. just us? It’ll be quick.” Again Carl seemed reluctant but in the end nodded. Following me as I walked to a more secluded area for the two of us to talk.

“What do you wanna talk about?” Carls voice was weak, nervous almost.

“You have no idea?” It was a genuine question on my end. “None at all?”

“I might…”

“Should you start or should I?” His lack of an answer told me that I was going to be the one to have to start. “It feels like you’ve been avoiding me.. for the last few days.” I even gave him a moment to say something, but he didn’t. “And I’m sorry if I upset you somehow, if there was anything I did but-“ I was cut off, partially by surprise of him shaking his head. A soft “no” falling past his lips.

“No?” I questioned, an eye brow raised in confusion

“You didn’t upset me..” his eyes never left the ground beneath him, staring at his boots. “I just…” a sigh slipped past his lips as he forced himself to look up. Our eyes meeting for the first time all week.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you..”

“That doesn’t answer why, though. I don’t know what I did to make you want to avoid me.”

“It’s nothing you did… I just..” there was another deep sigh as he shut his eyes and gathered himself “I’ve been getting scared..”

“Of me?” I almost laughed.

“No not of you… well yes of you.. it’s complicated”

“Well could you try to explain?” I could feel my own annoyance peaking as he was trying to avoid the topic, not as a whole, more trying to avoid the center of the topic

“Look… y/n… I really like you and being your friend is the best thing that’s ever happened to me but..” he paused for a moment, as if formulating his words “recently I’ve realized that maybe that appreciation I have for you is less friendly than I thought..” he stopped again, searching for a reaction. When he didn’t get one, he continued. “I realized I was starting to feel more romantic feelings for you…” the next words came out like it was him just spitting it all out “and I know you don’t feel the same and that kind of scares me but I don’t want to force you into anything because I really do like you and-“

“Carl.” With a firm tone I cut him off. I could see the fear across his eyes as he swallowed. Looking from my eyes down to his feet. “I like you too” he looked almost as if he would double over, his breath catching in his throat

“What…”

“I like you” i repeated, laughing softly at his shocked state

“Say it again.. please”

“Jesus Carl, I like you” I took a step closer, gently taking his hand in mine “I wish you’d just told me instead of avoiding me..”

“Yeah…” he nodded, his eyes trailing from our linked hands up to my eyes “can we make up for the lost time?”

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Yay first fic done! I’m hoping and praying it’s alright. I haven’t written stuff in awhile and I’m always looking to improve. I wanted my first post to be fluffy so here we go :)

[helaintoloki]

Changes

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of violence

notes: first piece I’ve written in a while so I hope you guys enjoy it! also this is somewhat a symbiote Peter fic but it’s very subtle

summary: Peter’s recent change of behavior makes you question whether you truly know him

It’s quiet, and the white cloth is growing red.

The coolness of the damp rag eases the stinging of his knuckles, and in the silence he is able to carefully focus on the features of your face. Your eyes never leave his hand, brows furrowed and deep in thought, refusing to meet his gaze. You haven’t said a word since your hurried exit from Betty’s house, but he hopes your gentle tending to his wounds is a step towards forgiveness for his actions. He knows you’re upset, and he knows that he’s partly to blame, but he’s never had to suffer the silent treatment for so long before.

“You still mad at me?” Peter asks gently in an attempt to break the tense silence. You halt your movements in response to his question and slowly remove the rag from his bruising knuckles. Staring contemplatively, you take in the blood soaked cloth that has begun to seep onto the skin of your palms. A wave of nausea passes over you as you see the dried blood coating your hands, for a part of you knows that you did not spend the past ten minutes wiping away Peter’s blood— it’s someone else’s.

“I don’t even know what to say to you,” you murmur quietly, still refusing to meet his gaze. “You embarrassed me in front of my friends, Peter. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to step foot in Betty’s house ever again!”

“I embarrassed you?” Peter gawks in disbelief. “I was defending you from that creep!”

“Oh, is that what you call it?” You scoff in disbelief. “You overreacted!”

“He was trying to take advantage of you, y/n! He had you cornered and he wouldn’t leave you alone. I watched him follow you around all night, and if I hadn’t stepped in who knows what would have happened?”

“Peter-”

“I’m your boyfriend, y/n. It’s my job to protect you.”

“That wasn’t protecting me!” You cry out in exasperation. “A punch or two would have given him the message, but Peter, you beat him to a pulp!”

Your voice begins to falter and Peter refuses to meet your gaze. His eyes are hardened and glued to the floor, fists clenched tightly in his lap, and you begin to regret having brought any of it up in the first place.

“You could have killed him,” you whisper shakily, eyes welling with tears as the memory begins to replay itself in your head. You’d never seen Peter like that before, so violent and cold, it was almost as if something else was controlling him, as if it wasn’t him at all. But he was relentless, not stopping until three other guys at the party had to physically pry him away, and all you could do was watch on in horror.

“I should have,” he murmurs lowly, and your heart breaks in two. Your breath hitches in your throat and the tears finally begin to fall as you realize you don’t really know the person sitting in front of you anymore. He’s changed, and whoever he is now, he’s not your Peter, not the one you fell in love with.

“I don’t like the person you’re becoming.”

Your sudden confession prompts Peter to finally meet your gaze, and the guilt that hits him when he catches sight of your teary eyes is almost immediate. Your anguish and fear is his doing, and it isn’t until now that realizes it.

“You’ve been acting different ever since you started that job for the Daily Bugle,” you sniffle, “trying to get those pictures of Spider-Man’s new suit for Jameson. I-I don’t know if you’re just stressed or if something else is going on, but whatever it is I need you to figure it out because I don’t like being afraid of you.”

“A-Afraid?” Peter repeats quietly. “Y/n, did I- were you scared of me?”

“I… I don’t know,” you lament quietly. “I think I was scared for you, scared of what would happen if you didn’t stop. You’re a good person, Peter, the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, and I was afraid that maybe after tonight that person wouldn’t be there anymore.”

“Y/n, I am so sorry,” he says earnestly, carefully taking your trembling hands in his own. “I never want to hurt you, and I never want you to feel scared or afraid because of me. I’m going to fix things, okay? I promise you I’m going to be better.”

Though a part of you is still reeling over the events that had transpired earlier in the night, you can’t ignore the sincerity in his eyes or the remorse present on his face as he begs for your forgiveness. You know deep down that Peter Parker is not a bad person, and he truly would never do anything to hurt you, so it isn’t hard to succumb to his apologies.

“Thank you, Peter,” you murmur before allowing him to pull you into a comforting embrace. Your fear and anguish have dissipated, and you once again feel safe and secure in the arms of your boyfriend. You believed him when he said things would be better from now on, and you knew now that you had your Peter back.

What you didn’t know, however, was that someone else was pulling the strings, and what happened next wouldn’t be up to Peter.

Your problems were far from over.

[artdcnaldson]

(I just re-read changeover, and idk if you were headed this way, but I wanted to add my 2 cents)

So, I just know in my sould that the IUD failed. Maybe you fell pregnant. Maybe Patrick decided to put on some adult pants and decided to stay with you and raise the baby.

And maybe, just maybe, you two know that Art could be the father as much as Patrick, but you two never say it out loud because once the baby is born it looks so much like you, maybe the baby has art's nose and hair, but she also has Patrick ears and mannerisms, so none of you ever comment about it.

Anyway, you don't cross paths with art and tashi again until 2019. By that time, your kid is seven-eight years old, and you're holding a fat little baby no older than nine months. You're the main breadwinner (because Patrick is obviously not), and you have a stable job that lets you take some advantages... like staying at the Ritz...

I don't know, maybe Art sees you first, as you're checking in, holding the fat little baby that looks like a carbon copy of Patrick. Maybe he thinks you're really... out of his league now. That he shouldn't even think of speaking to you, but then there's this seven-eight year old with his hair and his nose...

Idk just thinking about it. If you're not writing changeover anymore, dw I just wanted to vent a bit

YUMMMMMM <3 no I always loved this concept and it did in fact cross my mind!!! But then it makes me sad bc I was like :( poor pat

ok let me reveal my four little plot bunnies i was fixated on

Reader and Patrick happily married by 2019. She’s succeeding in her career of sports journalism and follows him to New Rochelle for the tournament. She and Patrick are both excited to see ArTashi again and Meddle and Lust.

Reader and Patrick are married, but have been separated for a little over two months after they both had verrryyy different feelings after a pregnancy scare. She goes to new Rochelle to write about them being at the same tournament, knowing it was going to end with a match between the two of them after 13 years. But being back around him and Art (esp now that arts a dad) and Tashi drums up a ton of intense feelings.

Reader and Patrick were married shortly after Atlanta, but it didn’t last. They got a divorce and now you’re in New Rochelle on assignment to cover Art Donaldson’s presence in a challenger.

BEFORE new Rochelle, you and Patrick are a power couple, super happy. You run into Tashi at an industry event, catch up, maybe wind up sleeping together. You expect Art or Patrick to be upset, but they’re kind of not?? Everything is just kind of full circle.

Anyways idk none of them WORKED but I have so many thoughts and opinions as well :(((

[imaginesforeveryone]

I’m Sorry, John

Pairing: John Shelby x Y/N Warning: Angst, sadness, mention of death, mention of child death, comforting Summary: John has been the love of your life since he got back from war. You and him have been through it with each other. With all the kids, with all the crazy shit that went on in the Shelby family, but you didn’t know if this was something you and John could make it through.

Sitting in the already closed Garrison, you gulped down your glass of whiskey, slamming on the table. Sitting in the Peaky booth by yourself as you did when you were sad most times. But this time was different. Was much worse of a sadness you had inside of you. Laying your head on the table in front of you.

“Ugh..” You let out not being able to gather you’re thoughts no matter how hard you tried. Holding your stomach as if you were trying to protect it from bad. But you knew, there wasn’t anything there to protect. Not anymore that is. 

“Y/N.” You heard a familiar voice outside in the main room of the Garrison. Taking a deep breath and hoping he didn’t walk in here.

“Y/n.” He said again opening the door. Rolling your eyes, in annoyance as to the fact that he found you. 

“Baby. Where have you been?” John said coming into the room. You head still down on the table you lifted the empty bottle of whiskey and shaking it in front of him. He took it from your hand and set it back on the table.

“Talk to me love. What’s going on?’ He asked trying to pull your head up to look at him. But you just did it on your own. Looking at him through puffy eyes as if you had been crying for 3 days straight. 

"Y/N tell me what happened. Now.” He demanded. 

“You know what John. No, I’m not afraid of you. Don’t use that fucking tone with me. I’m not one of your Peaky soldiers you can’t just scare into submission.” You said stood up wobbly but quickly catching yourself and the other bottle you hadn’t opened yet and pushing passed him. 

“No Y/N you aren’t, but you are my wife. All I try to do is protect your and keep you out of harms way as best as I can, and this is how you’re going to treat me?” He said pulling you back to look at him. 

“You see John there is one thing you cant protect me from. You want to know what?” You asked getting closer to his face. 

“What?” He asked rolling his eyes down at you. 

“Myself.” You said opening the new bottle of whiskey and take a big swig of it. 

“What the fuck does that even mean Y/N? There are plenty doctors out there that can like talk to you, and get all the bad shit out of your head.” He said confused as to what was going on with you. You looked up at him and just let out a breathy laugh and falling to the ground. Letting out a long cry was all you could say to him. 

“Baby please talk to me.” John said sitting on the ground near you pushing the messy tear filled hair strands that laid on your cheek behind your ears.

“A therapist cant bring our baby back John.” You cried out sobbing even harder than before. 

“God dammit.” He breathed out grabbing you instantly pulling you into his lap and setting the bottle of whiskey on the table above you. Scooting you two back so he could lean against the door.

“Sh. Sh. Sh. It’s okay love.” He said rocking you back and forth and rubbing small circle on your back. 

“Are you upset with me?” You asked him out of fear that he was upset you couldn’t cary his child like his ex did with all the rest. 

“Absolutely not love. I never could be mad at you. But why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant in the first place?” He asked you. 

“I don’t know. I just had this feeling that I had to wait to tell you. I was going to do it at the foundation party. But, now I know why my brain told me not to tell you. The gods had a different plan.” You sobbed out to him. 

“Sh babygirl. Just relax.” He said rocking you still and holding you tight. 

“As hard as it is right now. It will fix itself in time love. We have quite sometime to be able to get a baby inside of you. I know how badly you wanted give birth to your own child. But I also know how much you love the kids, like you birthed them yourself. But listen we will keep trying. It will happen I have hope in us.” He said softly to you and kissing you on top of your head.

“We got this love.” He breathed out to you. 

“I’m sorry John. I love you so much.” You whispered back to him.

[wordsofoleander]

🌸 answer me, my prince!

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a suave prince with all he could ever ask for. a starry-eyed editor who longed for more. two unexpected penpals from vastly different worlds.

they were undoubtedly fated to meet, but never face-to-face.

❥ 735 words ❥ tags: au, fluff, slightly angsty if you blink, very very self-indulgent, no beta we die like chads, mentions of cove, qiu, and my ol2 mc! ❥ notes: the hyperfixation was so strong i emerged from inactivity. i finished the comic this fic shares a title with last weekend and refused to move on,,, made for #baxtermcweek (day 4 prompt: au), hosted by @minthe-drawings

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He doesn’t realize how long he’s repeatedly been opening and closing the empty book chest until he slams it shut a little too loud, snapping him out of his reverie. His eyes dart left and right and his ears stay alert in case he accidentally woke anyone up.

He hears nothing, so hopefully the coast is clear. He opens the book chest again, and the letter he’s waited all night for sits perfectly inside, having appeared out of thin air. 

He needs not wait to carefully examine the envelope or admire its design (far more cleaner-cut and colorful than what he's received from others over the years) as he immediately gets to reading.

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Prince Baxter Alexander.

You’re getting better at pressuring me to reply to you faster and faster. It scares me a little.

Regarding your story, I think what you did for their sake was quite admirable. I can’t even imagine going as far as to pretend to be Cove’s fiancée for his protection, let alone for 5 years! But back to you. Since you didn’t end up falling in love with each other, does this mean Lady Ysabel’s lover is much more good-looking than you are? Would you mind getting a portrait of the Laird Qiu for your friend?

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Silly Iri.

(You’ve never asked me for my portrait. You wound me. Nonetheless, I forgive you.)

You of all people should be able to know that not every long-standing friendship necessarily has the potential to end in romance.

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Like us?

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We are a bit of a special case because I do not think of Ysabel every day.

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(Oh, what am I going to do with you?)

Ever the type to give people the answers they want to hear now, are you? You’re surrounded by far more impressive people in your daily life, people you can actually talk to and see.  I highly doubt that you think of me every day.

(PS It’s way past midnight, so I should probably get ready for bed if I don’t want to be late for work. Sleep well, my prince.)

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Irina Clarice, my sick twisted friend.

What? Is laying my entire self bare to you, heart and soul, in the written word last night not enough for you? After all the times I’ve spent my evenings waiting for your letters?

I specifically chose this time of year to get away from my parents under the guise of avoiding the heat and helping the monks at the scriptorium. Summer, after all, is the perfect time to do something crazy, pursue a new beauty, to start anew. I confess to you that I imagined nightly sneak-outs to rendezvous with someone who’s caught my eye, but all this time, I’ve been holed up in the scriptorium’s writing room, idly and politely waiting by the book chest on my desk in anticipation to see if you have replied to what I’ve written about my latest misadventures. Before I knew it, I’d already spent the entirety of my summer getting to know you. Now I do know you, and there is no one else like you anywhere else in the world. 

Tragically, we shall never have the chance to meet, so I don’t think whatever it is I’m feeling in my chest can be called love. My fate is sealed. 

Still, whenever the sight of someone so beautiful catches my eye, thoughts of you fill my head, and I become almost upset, complaining that no matter who I meet, they will never be anything like my Iri. So, my dear friend, do not tell me that I do not think of you every day. 

I do not recall you mentioning having felt this way towards your childhood companions, nor your devilishly handsome Xander from the antique shop,  so I shall regrettably but with dignity take this as a victory.

On a lonely night on the month of heat’s end, Your Baxter Alexander.

(PS Clarence and I are departing tomorrow at dawn for Golden Grove to attend Qiu’s wedding, just in time for the beginning of fall. Bringing the book chest with me would be far too bothersome for such a short trip. I expect to be away for about three to four days.

Even so, worry not your pretty little head and get a good night’s rest without my letters to bother you, Iri. I hope you do not miss me too much.)

[starynightcreator]

It’s Not All Bad

Chapters: 1-8

Characters included: Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, and Steve Harington

Word Count:4,861

No use of Y/N

18+! May be triggering to some!

Contains: Fluff, Angst, Kissing, Shy/Anxious Reader, Sweet/Protective Eddie, Jealousy, Cursing, Alcohol use, Yelling, Heartbreak, Betrayal, & Friends To Lovers.

Summary: After a betrayal from your best friend and boyfriend, you find comfort in the arms of eddie.

Please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments. This is my first story and I'm a little nervous.

!Must give credit when re-sharing/sharing. Don’t take credit please and thank you!

This last month has been so strange. Your almost-year-long boyfriend, Steve, and long time best friend, Nancy had been acting so differently towards you. You thought you had done something wrong. It started to get to you, and of course Eddie picked up on your sad attitude today as you barely acknowledged him in any way. That wasn’t like you. You always smiled, laughed, talked, and etc with him even when you looked/felt like death. It was confirmed when you didn’t answer him by his little nickname he gave you and always called you (Star. But he has yet to say why he chose it). “STAR!” You can hear it but it’s almost like it didn’t feel real. You were just too sad to fully process your surroundings or care that you honestly didn’t even know how you got to school or if you’d stay for the full day. “STAR!” You hear it again but this time closer but again you don’t do anything but just sit there and stare at your shoes (black boots with white tie dye laces). Next thing you know you feel hands on your shoulders but they don’t scare you as you know it’s Eddie due to his cold rings. “Star..” You hear more softly now but this time you are actually listening. But instead of speaking you just lean back and look up. It’s very clear you had been crying and that you were sad. Eddie thought "Where the hell was Steve and why were you sad…”"Star, do you wanna talk about what's wrong?” You looked back down. “We don-”“We can but could you sit down you giant. I’ma need a neck brace if I gotta keep looking up.”“You are so dramatic but sure I guess I could sit.”“So what’s going on?”“Steve and Nancy have been acting so differently towards me all month and I guess all my feelings about it just came out today…I mean like what did I do wrong? Do they hate me or something?” Just as Eddie was going to speak they both walked up. *Steve Rudely Addresses Eddie “Eddie I see you didn’t hesitate to sit next to MY Girlfriend while I wasn’t here.”“Babe Eddie and I are friends and he, unlike you, could see I was upset.” “You’re upset?” *Nancy gives Steve a dirty look “I think a toddler could tell she was sad Steve are you that blind?” There was silence for a moment before you threw your hands in the air with anger “Ugh I can’t do this today.”(You then storm out pushing past Steve). As you storm out Eddie just looks at Steve and Nancy with such anger. He may not be the brightest but he sure isn't stupid either. He can see what is going on and nothing angers him more than someone hurting his Star. *Eddie then speaks to them angrily “Some boyfriend you are and you're supposed to be her best friend. You think you two are slick. I know what’s going on and you two are awful!” Eddie wanted to say more, do more. But helping you right now was more important. “ Star, wait up!” As Eddie runs to catch up Steve yells out to Eddie. “STOP CALLING HER THAT!!!” (Steve tried calling you Star once before and you put a stop to that so quickly. Even you were shocked at your defense. But hey he never tried to say it again. But he constantly tries to get Eddie to stop. Basically following the whole if I can’t you can’t crud). “We should say something Steve…” “Yeah Nancy like what? Hey babe me and Nancy have been seeing each other behind your back for the past month.”“Well wouldn’t it be better for us to tell her. Then someone else or her to walk in seeing us kiss.”“ It will be fine Nancy now, let's go.” Eddie couldn't find you anywhere in the school. He even checked all your little secret places you liked to go to get away during free periods or lunch. But nothing, you were…gone. so as a last ditch effort he thought outside of the box and went to his van where he then heard music quietly playing. You didn’t wanna deal with anyone. Eddie though was the only exception. So you remembered he told you the one door on the van was always unlocked, “but only for Star” his words of course. Next thing you knew you heard a knock that scared the daylights out of you and of course you didn’t wanna answer but before you made a full decision you heard. “Star it’s me, may I come in?”

[uh-niran-really]

Platonic Lifeweaver x Symmetra - Helping you through

Content: Fluff with angsty theme

Word count: 800+

A/N: Lifeweaver is so good to her. She deserves the world in his eyes! This started off as heartbreaking angst but after the first few paragraphs I just needed the fluff.

She felt so numb about it all. She was slowly starting to lose herself and it was driving her crazy. It was all too much for one person to handle. She didn’t handle change well and things were changing at a faster rate than she could process.

“Satya?”

She sat on the ground, knees up to her chest holding herself tight. It was a way she learnt to cope with the world around her. Her constant need for perfection was a curse. She hated when things were so often out of her control.

“Please talk to me.”

It was so confusing. Why was she this way? Why did she have to be different? Why couldn’t she just be more like him.

“I know you’re scared, but I’m here for you. Will you squeeze my hand? Let me know you’re okay?”

Why was it all happening to her. She couldn’t move even if she wanted to. The young man in front of her didn’t give up though. Instead he sat in front of her, allowing plenty of space in between them. She liked her personal space.

“Sometimes, when I’m overwhelmed I like to remember that there are people who love me. People who will be by my side no matter what. People like you Satya.”

She sat listening, really it’s all she could do. Her body has seized up and her mind had her trapped. Still his words tried desperately to reach her. To break through her barrier.

“If you like, I can go? I don’t want to upset you or make things worse.”

She didn’t want him to go. She wanted him to stay with her. She couldn’t tell him this and this only seemed to make things worse. Instead the young man looked into her eyes and smiled softly. Eyes were the window to the soul he always said.

“Your eyes tell me that you want me to stay. So… let me be your comfort. Can I hold your hand? I don’t wish to touch you if you don’t want that. I just want to help ground you.”

She tried to move and he could tell just be watching her. He held out his hand to her and waiting to see if she could take it. Sometimes she could, and sometimes she could not. Fortunately she could in this moment, the man breathing a sigh of relief, she grasped his hand like it was her last hope.

“That’s good Satya. What do you feel? My warmth? Your hands are freezing. I want to get you inside before you catch a cold. Do you feel the cold? It’s practically storming out.”

She hardly noticed the rain, but now that he mentioned it she felt it. It was coming down hard. Her mind started to open up a little more and she cocked her head to one side watching his smile grow wider.

“I’m proud of you. May I help you up? I don’t want you to get sick. You’ve been out here a while, you’re soaked to the bone dearest.”

Again she tried to move but just couldn’t. Instead she made a low grunt which the young man took as a sign. Slowly he stood up, still keeping a hold of her hand. He counted to three and ever so gently lifted her, being mindful for any noises that came out of her mouth. If she grunted he stopped, allowing her time to process until she grunted again to let him know it was ok.

“That’s good Satya. You’re doing so well. Now let’s get you inside okay?”

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She was snuggled up on their bed now, feeling much better. In reality it was their two dorm beds that they pushed together. They found it easier to sleep together so often did. He remained on his side and she on hers. They enjoyed a cuddle every now and then but nothing too crazy, and never when the lights were off, ready to sleep.

“Here dearest, it will help with the sniffles.”

He handed her a warm cup of tea and crawled up onto the bed, sitting gently beside her, a little closer than intended. Currently she was wrapped up in her thick blanket so she didn’t mind the closeness between them. In fact she welcomed it. She still wasn’t able to talk all that well, most of her words still not available, but she could move freely for the most part.

“Want to watch a movie? Or we could just sit in silence? I can read to y-“

She lay her head on his lap so slowly, it was precious to him. His heart swelled and he was so overjoyed he could cry. To him, it was like he had been chosen by a cat. Moments like this so rare between them and yet so special.

“T-thank you.. Bua.”

[cloudynyims]

I just wanted to say thank you (2/2)

Here's part 2! it's longer than the first part but again, I couldn't stop writing. It's kinda a problem lol. Part one is here!

     Oh, how badly Roy wanted to kick Jamie’s ass.

     He wasn’t oblivious. When the little being was in Jamie’s grasp, he could tell that they were beyond terrified. Who knows what Jamie had done to them before he arrived? All he knew was that (1. they were terrified and (2. he seemed to be no exception. They were as scared of him as they were of Jamie. 

     He went about the next few days as normal. Although, his eyes scanned the baseboards for any sight of that tiny person. He found himself lingering a bit longer in the locker room after practice, wondering if they'd be around. Soon enough, he was arriving a little early every day, hoping to catch a glimpse of them. 

     Roy would deny it, but he was curious if that little person was alright. His thoughts went to them more than he’d like to admit. Even a few of his teammates were starting to notice that he seemed distracted during practice. He couldn’t shake his concern for them. He knew it would raise suspicion if he searched for them outright, so he kept it subtle. 

     A few days of this went by and Roy wasn’t having much luck. The only things he had seen were a few cockroaches scuttling around. He was beginning to lose hope in his search. Was it time to call it quits? They could have left. Maybe that would be best for them. If he was in their shoes, he wouldn’t be itching to come back to a place with towering giants either. 

     Even still, he wanted to see them again, one more time. Just to confirm that they were okay. Just to make sure they weren’t suffering from anything that Jamie might have put them through. But would they even accept comfort from him? To them, he was just another huge giant with unknown intentions. Roy thought about how it might appear from their perspective if he did search for them outright. Very intimidating, he concluded.

     During this time, y/n was just hiding out in the walls. Why they hadn’t left yet, they didn’t know. Their confidence had been shattered ever since the dreaded encounter. They were too paranoid to go out in the open during the day at all. At night, when they knew there was no one in the building, they still wouldn’t venture out, opting to play it safe. At this point, they were low on food and water, but getting by. 

     The feeling of being unwillingly held was ingrained in their memory. That was definitely the worst part. Sometimes, they could vividly imagine the feeling of Jamie’s fingers around their torso. Even thinking about it made them shudder. The uncomfortable heat accompanied by the feeling of being completely powerless was not something they liked to remember. 

     Oddly enough, they did think about one part of that whole situation more than anything else: when Roy walked in. Yes, it was petrifying in the moment. However, the more they relived the memory, the more they realized that Roy didn’t do anything to hurt them. If anything he… helped them.

     y/n was conflicted. They didn’t want to believe it. Roy was a human! He was just like any other. He was tall, imposing, gruff, and scary. ‘If he is all of those things, then why did help me? Why did he tell Jamie to quit messing with me? Roy seemed pretty upset with him. But those two argue all the time! He could be trying to get at Jamie, and it wasn’t about me at all,’ y/n pondered to themselves.

     Then again, Roy was a well-respected teammate. They could tell that even some of the other players would get intimidated by him from time to time. And yet, they still all trusted him as their captain. y/n bit the inside of their cheek in thought. Maybe he was different?

     Just as Roy started to quell his search, y/n occasionally started to peek out of the walls to observe him. There was a strange sense of gratitude that had welled inside them. They thought that if they got a better feel for his personality, they would be able to decide whether or not to act on that gratitude and approach him. 

     It sounded ridiculous out loud, but all they wanted to say was thank you. If Roy didn’t show up when he did, they had no idea how far Jamie would have taken his bit. That was a fact that y/n couldn’t erase from their mind. They wanted to thank Roy, but they had to make sure he wasn’t secretly a horrible person.

     For a few days, y/n silently watched Roy while keeping out of sight. They began to see that even though he was gruff, intimidating, and cussed quite a lot, he did hold genuine care and respect for his teammates. That gratitude in their chest bubbled up a bit more. Maybe they would thank him. This realization was what they needed to finally muster up the courage to approach him on their terms. 

     Exactly one week after their first meeting, Roy was the last to leave the locker room, again. He had been doing this for a couple days now, almost as if he was waiting for them. y/n quickly shook the thought out of their head. There was no way that was the case. It had to be a coincidence.

     A wave of deja vu hit them as they peeked out of their hole once again. Were they really about to do this? Willingly approach a giant who could easily crush them? They cast another glance at Roy. He was sitting there on a bench, slowly taking off his boots. This was their chance. Taking a deep breath, y/n emerged from the hole and made their way over to Roy.

     The walk seemed longer than when they last did it. Perhaps it was the looming trepidation in the back of their mind. Or maybe it was the giant figure of Roy that they were getting closer and closer to. He seemed to have something on his mind, as he wasn't looking at anything. Staring straight ahead with a blank expression, Roy let his fingers mindlessly untie his boots, seeming completely unaware of anything else around him.

     Finally, y/n reached the base of the bench that Roy was sitting on. They thought about calling him from here but knew their voice couldn’t carry that far. After another deep breath, they threw their hook up to catch on the bench so that they could climb up. It landed with a little clink, and their head snapped up to see if Roy heard the noise. There was no reaction from him.

     Y/n swallowed nervously as they looked, really looked, at Roy from where they were. They had forgotten how imposing this angle was. Shaking off their nerves, they began to climb the bench. Their hands were a little sweaty from nerves, so they slipped a few times while climbing the string. Thankfully, they made it to the top without too much trouble. 

     Now came the hard part: getting his attention. Again, y/n contemplated talking to him, but suddenly their voice didn’t want to cooperate. Their arms began to fidget, picking at loose threads on their homemade shirt. They were trembling a little bit as well. Their borrower instincts were screaming at them to run away and get as far away from this giant as possible. But they couldn’t just walk away. Not when they were so close.

     Y/n lifted a trembling hand to tap on Roy’s leg. They hesitated. ‘Am I really about to do this?’ They thought to themselves. They moved Their hand closer, then pulled it back again. ‘What am I thinking? I should get out of here, right now.’ But they didn’t move. Steeling themselves to try again, they raised their hand once more. Keeping their eyes on Roy the entire time, they gingerly tapped his leg. Surprisingly, he looked down at them, a twinkle of curiosity in his eyes. Y/n tensed.

     Now, Roy had known they were there almost the entire time since they climbed the bench. He heard the little noise from their hook and initially brushed it off. That was until he could sense he wasn’t in the room alone. He stole a quick glance and watched as they nimbly climbed the bench. He could tell that even being around him was hard for them. Out of his peripherals, he could see their indecision when it came to approaching him. But that made him curious. What was so important to them that they were willing to approach someone that terrified them?

     Rather than starting the conversation before they were ready, he let them build up the courage to interact with him. Eventually, they did, with a tap so light he wouldn’t have felt it if he didn’t know they were there. “Ah, it’s you,” Roy said. He took note of how they flinched back at his voice. His words came out a bit gruffer than intended. “Did you need something?” he asked, his voice softer this time.

     It was so surreal to actually have a giant’s attention. Roy’s gaze was still intense, but also gentler than before. y/n closed their eyes because it was easier for them to feel composed when they couldn’t see the giant in front of them. After a few seconds, they found their words. “I wanted to… I mean… I came here to… to tell you—"

     “I know this is the last thing you want me to say, but I can’t hear you very well,” Roy gently interrupted. "Do you mind if I move somewhere I can hear you better?”

     Y/n opened their eyes and looked up at Roy, their expression quizzical. He could do whatever he liked and they wouldn’t be able to stop him. Even so, he was still asking if they were okay with it. His concern was new, a welcome change from how Jamie treated them. Still slightly confused as to why he was asking, they nodded. 

     Roy stood up, not missing Y/n's little step back. He then sat down on the floor in front of them and rested his head on the bench. It was still a little close for their comfort, but not overbearing. They shuffled back a little more and took in his face up close. Everything about him was so big to them. It was… fascinating in a way.

     “Well?” Roy said, snapping y/n out of their trance. They were a little embarrassed to have been caught staring. 

     “Oh! Right, sorry,” Y/n paused, regrouping their thoughts. Although still his usual self, they noticed that Roy seemed more patient than usual. “What I was saying was that… I wanted to thank you. You know, for last week.” y/n shifted their weight from foot to foot, at a loss for what to say next. “You didn’t have to help me, but you still did. I’m very… grateful for that. So… thanks.” They were looking everywhere except at him, wondering how he’d take their words.

     Roy let a soft exhale out of his nose. “I appreciate it, little one, but you don’t have to thank me for that,” he said calmly. “Jamie was treating you like shit, which wasn’t okay. As captain of the team, one of my responsibilities is keeping pricks like him in line. He had no right to be messing with you like that.” 

     His concern took them aback. “It’s okay, really,” y/n mumbled. “People act like that towards borr— people like me all the time.” They barely caught their mistake.

     “That doesn’t make it fucking okay. Just because you’re tiny doesn’t mean you deserve any less respect,” Roy replied. There was a brief silence after that as Y/n processed his words. They were comforting, sure. No one had ever said that to them before. But the delivery was slightly off. His distaste for Jamie’s actions was made clear through his tone, and y/n found themselves tensing up subconsciously. Roy noticed this as well and sighed.

     “I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m sorry if Jamie scared you as well, since that ass won't apologize for himself,” Roy said, his voice returning to the soft timbre it had been at previously. 

     “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to.” The words came out before y/n even knew what they were saying. Slowly, they were starting to feel more comfortable around him. 

     “You let me know if he gives you any more trouble, okay? I’ll beat the shit out of him for you,” Roy said. y/n nodded understandingly when they felt a light pressure on their head. Looking up, they found that Roy was gently ruffling their hair with his finger. They cracked a smile, then stifled a laugh. Roy managed to hide a smile of his own. Seeing them more at ease made him happier than he’d care to admit. 

     “Thank you…” y/n paused, giving him the chance to tell them his name. Of course, they knew his name already. They were just being polite and giving him the chance to ask for their name.

     “Roy. Roy Kent. And you are?” 

     “y/n.”

     He nodded. “Nice to meet you, and you’re welcome, y/n,” Roy said. There was a moment of awkward silence where neither of them knew what to say. 

     Finally, y/n spoke up, “I… I should really get going. It was nice meeting you.” With another small smile, they walked back over to their hook. “Bye, Roy,” they said before climbing back down the string. They couldn’t believe it. They had a full conversation with a human and he didn’t do anything to disrespect them. He treated them like a real person! The smile they had didn’t want to leave their face.

     “Cheers,” he called after them. y/n reached the floor and turned back around, giving Roy a little wave before jogging back toward the wall. Only when they had turned around and started leaving did Roy stand up. He was glad that he didn’t scare them too much. Hell, they were even laughing. He smiled to himself and began collecting his belongings as they ran off. 

     They were both thinking the same thing as they went their separate ways: “I wonder if we’ll see each other again."

Endings are HARD I had like 9 different ways this could've gone in my head. Hopefully you enjoyed I haven't written creatively in a while :)

[hippolotamus]

Tension Tuesday

Thanks for the tags @jesuisici33 @tyfinn @stereopticons @rmd-writes @apothecarose 🥰

Just what the title implies. Share a snippet/scene from a wip or completed fic that shows tension.

This is probably one of my favorites… from chapter 7 of The Sound of My Heart

Before he can protest, Patrick continues on in his one man quest to unravel David Rose.

“When you showed up last night... god, David. At first I was upset because it was the middle of the night and I can’t afford to get thrown out of this place. But then I went down to get you and it was like seeing a stranger. I mean, we’re still kinda strangers, but you know. You were like somebody else, so different from the David I’m getting to know.” Patrick’s eyes are glistening in the blue glow, demanding answers David isn’t sure he’s ready to give. “What happened?”

Sebastien fucking me over happened. Alexis meddling happened. You and your fucking sincere heart eyes happened.

“What do you care? You don’t know anything about me.” David bites back, because it’s easier to attack Patrick than admit someone other than Alexis might be concerned about him. He immediately regrets it when Patrick huffs a mirthless laugh and defensively crosses his arms across his chest.

Patrick is quiet for a moment, the muscles in his jaw twitching like he’s considering what comes next. When he speaks his eyes bore into David’s and he pokes a finger at the air between them. “I don’t know anything about you? I know enough, David. I know that you care about your sister so much you were willing to go on a date you didn’t want to be on. I know that you like your coffee with cocoa powder and exactly two sweeteners, because three gives it a weird aftertaste, and skim milk. I know you make these weird noises in your sleep and your face does this soft... thing when Alexis calls. I think you’re used to being hurt and you’re scared of letting someone actually get to know you. And I know- ” He pauses and the words seem to catch in his throat, replaced by some strangled, animalistic sound. “I know that I was just trying to avoid being put out in the dating world again. But then I started getting to know you. And when you kissed me yesterday morning I felt everything you’re supposed to feel. The butterflies, the fireworks, whatever you want to call it. I got scared and didn’t know what to say, but I’m saying it now because what I saw last night made me sick. I hated seeing whatever that was you did to yourself and thinking it was because of me and whatever I said or didn’t say.” Patrick sounds broken but he sucks in a breath, forging ahead. “So, David, do I have that right or am I missing something?”

He feels laid bare, exposed in a way only Alexis is usually capable of. Patrick’s noticed all the little things no one else notices because they’re too busy wanting what David can give them and not David himself. But Patrick wants him, however misguided that notion may be.

“You might think you know me. But, you’ll get sick of me. Everyone does.”

“Isn’t that for me to decide?”

David feels cornered by Patrick’s logic. He digs deep for some other reason that Patrick shouldn’t want him and comes up empty. The only thing left is fear and he knows that won’t work. Not for Patrick who had cooked him actual meals, hadn’t been embarrassed to take him out with one of his friends and has been nothing but honest since the moment they met. David twists the rings on his fingers for lack of anything else to do while he spirals, his voice is soft and timid when he replies. “What do you want from me?”

“What?! I don’t- what do you mean what do I want from you?”

Not gonna tag anyone because it’s late but take this as an open tag if you wanna 😘

[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Fifty Six

Masterlist

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Emma looked at the detective and said “My momma was putting something away and tripped on the rug and fell over the side.” Emma kept her eyes down.

“Did you see it happen or did Daddy tell you that’s what happened?” Detective Anderson asked her.

“I saw it,” said Emma, who started crying all over again.

“Daddy didn’t ask you to tell us that, did he?” He asked her. “It’s okay if he did. You can tell us if he did and what really happened.” The detective tried to gain some trust with Emma and make her feel it was safe to tell the truth. It failed. She was more afraid of her father’s wrath.

“That’s what happened.” Emma said again. “Can I see my momma now?” She asked.

“In a little while they will let us.” He answered the scared little girl.

Clearly she was too upset right now to get too much out of her so they ended the interview for the time being. Maybe over the next several days her Grandparents could get something from her.

The Dr examined Chloe and was waiting for x-rays to come back so he would know more before talking to friends and family. What he did know was she was bruised all over but the bruising wasn’t all new. A lot of them were in different stages of healing. This woman was an abuse victim was his gut instinct. Which meant this fall probably wasn’t an accident like the husband had told police detective Anderson.

The x-rays and CT scans came back and she was all broken up. She had two broken wrists probably from trying to catch herself as she fell. It’s an automatic response. She had a broken ankle, leg, several ribs and a broken back though thankfully it did not damage the spinal cord. And she had a concussion. The Dr went and told the family.

“Chloe is in critical condition. We may need to do surgery on her back but the hope is rest will help it heal. The other breaks have been casted. As for her concussion we will know more when she comes around. We don’t believe there was any trauma or damage to the brain. The scans show none.” He told them all.

They were all shocked and worried, except for one; Michael. He sat in his chair with not an ounce of emotion.

“May we see her?" asked Edith.

“For tonight I have to say no. She needs her rest. Come back in the morning and you can see her then.” The Dr stated.

They all started to head home. Beth stopped Michael in his tracks.

“If it’s the last thing I do I’ll make sure you are put away for this. You will pay!!!” Beth yelled at him in the parking lot.

“I did nothing to her! It was an accident Beth!!” Watch yourself girl!” Michael said getting in her face.

“Are you threatening me? You don’t scare me. Go ahead and try something I dare you.” Beth replied.

“Beth, let’s go,” said Edith. She grabbed her arm and pulled on her.

“That’s enough Beth, let’s get on home.” Bob said.

With that Beth turned around and walked away.

Michael walked to his car with Emma in tow. She was now alone with the man who tried to kill her Mother. She was extremely frightened. After they got in Michael paused for a moment.

“You were very good tonight and helped daddy a lot. How about I bring home a surprise for you tomorrow?” He asked Emma.

All Emma could get out was “Okay Daddy,” She was too afraid to even look at him. She just wanted her Momma.

[genevievemd]

Hey Bestie! Regarding Tobias Tuesday - I need more!

Who did the idiot cheat on Cam with? Did he at least feel like the dog he was? How did she find out? How dramatic was the revelation?

How did she forgive him (years later)? Was it just time ... time does wonders.

Thanks Bestie (FEED ME)

So you want the tea? We’ll buckle up cause she’s a doozy. She’s spicy. She’s hot.

Who did that idiot cheat on Cam with?

I went back and forth, when making their/his backstory on who this girl was. I was stuck between two routes, a girl from one of his labs that wasn’t shy about having the hots for him and a random girl in bar by Hopkins.

In the end, I went with the random girl. Someone inconsequential in a way. It wasn’t anyone he’d have to see again, just a girl he could self sabotage with.

Very reminiscent of Ethan attempting to have a one night stand during the reset era.

Cam had told him earlier that week that she loved him, that she was certain he was the one for her. And he said it back. And then as the week went on, he let his fears get the better of him — let his not so great friends get in his head. He was too young to settle down, he was only halfway through med school, he has his whole life for shit this serious, etc. So he went out one night, when he knew Cam was busy, got drunk and slept with some random girl. Told himself, in the moments leading up to it, that it was one last fling before “settling down” and if Cam found out then it is what it is.

Did he at least feel like the dog he was?

Immediately after. He didn’t even take the girl home, the hooked up in the back room of the bar. He felt gross, and horrible and left as soon as he could. Ran straight home, showered 7 times and realized drank some more.

How did she find out? How dramatic was the revelation?

Tobias told her. The guilt was eating him alive. So called her, told her he needed to see as as soon as she was up the next morning, took her to breakfast and broke the news.

He weepingly told her, “I screwed up. I had sex with a girl last night.” Cam sat there silent and then just got up from the table.

He followed her out, pleading with her to forgive him and it would never happen again, he was scared. The usual excuses.

She slapped him across the face, all rage and tears, and told him to never speak to her again.

She left him there, and walked back to her campus housing. Blocked him on everything (which wasn’t much back then but you catch my drift). She avoided both him and Ethan like the plague for the rest of their time at JH.

How did she forgive him (years later)?

Time. Like you said. But it took a very long time.

This was on the back of Ethan betraying her too, but in a different way. He’d let her fall in love with him, knowing he didn’t love her. Then turned around fell in love with Tobias and was betrayed again.

She didn’t think she’d ever forgive either of them. She didn’t date for a very long time after.

And then as she got older, built her career and fame she was able to let it go. Forgive them both.

The three still shared a mutual friend, Addy, who kept Cam in the loop about that they were up too. She found out about Gen, learned that Tobias never settled down or forgot about her. Which stung. Because she didn’t forget him either.

So when she was called to consult at EB, she was apprehensive. Knowing she’d very likely run into Tobias. Which she did almost immediately.

Spent the few days she was there, pining after him. And he did the same.

Little did she know, that when she invited Ethan and his fiancé to dinner, that they’d play match maker and invite Tobias too.

(She quickly learned Gen has a thing for true love — to which she pointed out to Ethan the next day. And he chucked, agreed and then apologized if they’d upset her by inviting Tobias because sometimes he can get caught up in his wife’s schemes. She’s very pretty and very convincing with her stupid green eyes and smile. Cam teased him for being so besotted with her, he blushed.)

The dinner was awkward at first, Tobias didn’t talk much. Gen just kept asking Cam questions and getting stories that she hadn’t been able to pry out of Ethan yet. Slowly, through reminiscing Tobias and her started talking and laughing and falling so easily back into their old banter.

Which led to the Ramsey’s leaving, saying they had an “emergency” — they did not. They made out in the car and then went home. — but came didn’t mind. And neither did Tobias. They sat at the table for another hour or two, talking about what they’d been up to in the 15 + years since Hopkins.

They exchanged numbers that night, with the promise of keeping in touch. And then when she went to leave after her consult was done, Leland offered her a job. She took it.

Tobias found out, and practically ran to the Ramsey’s for help. Asking what he should do, wanting to know if they thought he could get Cam back. He was jealous of their relationship and wanted that too. But only if he could have it with Camila — she was still the love of his life even after all the time that passed. Gen practically died at that, and told him that true love always finds a way. She and Ethan, through all their struggles and issues has found a way, and she was certain Tobias and Cam would too.

But also told him to not push too hard, and let her set the pace. Ethan agreed with that advice.

And the pace ended up being much faster than both Camila and Tobias thought it would be.

They texted almost every day in the time between her leaving and moving to Boston (Sept/Oct 2021) It was all in friendship but there was something under the surface.

On October 29 or 30th I can’t remember the exact day, but it’s in TYB, Cam set up a Halloween night in the PEDS ward and Tobias sent the night helping out and hanging with her and the kids/patients. She was dressed as Wonder Woman, and per her request Tobias did come in an costume — Batman. (He had to be on theme!)

They flirted and got closer but hadn’t really done anything past that.

I haven’t worked out exactly what happens between Halloween and the holiday Gala that December but they get closer and at the gala held but the Blooms (the one where people were talking trash about G, remember?) Tobias and Cam snuck away from the ballroom and ended up kissing for the first time in over a decade.

He asked her on a date a few days later and they’ve been together since.

He’s a major sap with her, tells her 20 times a day that he loves her. Showers her with every form of love he can think of.

There are times when she still feels a tiny twinge of the betrayal still, but she sees the man he has grown into and knows he’d never make that mistake again.

Sorry that was so long 😂😂 my bad. I could have kept going too 😂😂

Let me know if you want the story how how they found out she was pregnant. That’s a fun one.

[berf-a-smurf]

This morning, I was dreading work and had two voices in my mind.

The familiar pessimist - the negative, scared, shy voice I’ve always had; and a new, bubbly, reasonable voice of hope who’s been manifesting through my therapy journey.

“I’m running late and there will be so many techs waiting for things and there’s so much to do today. We just woke up and I’m already overwhelmed,” Pessimism drawls, “can we hide away today?”

“No it’ll be great, our work friends are there and we’ll take things a step at a time! Let’s go anyway!” Hope retorted with compassion.

Pessimism: “…”

Hope: *puts arm around Pessimism*

Pessimism: “I really don’t think I can do this.”

Hope comforted Pessimism: “I’ll be here with you. Trust me, we can do this.”

And so my little flame of hope won out and I went into work.

I got the weekend paperwork dealt with from when my coworker did Saturday freight and then helped that same coworker find some parts for one of our techs. Things felt like a normal, groggy Monday morning.

“We’re doing it!” Said Hope. “Things aren’t so bad!”

On my way back to my desk, my manager asked me to see him upstairs. I finished what I was doing and headed up.

Pessimism: “we’re getting written up for being late!”

Hope: “no it might just be a quick one-on-one to check up.”

Pessimism: “no I really don’t think it could be that easy. We told our lead that we struggle with early mornings but they changed our shift anyway. Management doesn’t believe us. We’re not ‘holding up our end of the bargain’ and they’re upset.”

Hope replies “well let’s just see. Whatever it is, we can’t shy away. Hold a neutral expression and we’ll process whatever comes as best we can.”

I opened the door and my manager was surprised I came up so soon. He jumped right in and said they’re terminating my employment effective immediately. He probably would’ve softened it if I didn’t catch him off guard. But it hit like a truck. I held my neutral expression.

“I fucking knew it” slammed Pessimism. “I saw this shit coming this morning.”

Hope stayed quiet. There was no hope as my work life fell apart in front of me.

My manager turned his laptop to reveal another member of management on screen. She talked me through stuff, which I can’t remember now, before mentioning my manager would escort me out of the building.

And so he did. I handed my company things in and we shook hands outside the door.

I drove away and realized I still had one key left on my personal key ring so I circled the block and handed it to him.

One of my work friends came out and gave me a hug.

I left again.

I went to one of the suppliers who was my fave to pick up parts from to ask if they’d have room in the budget for an extra set of hands. I can drop off a resume but there’s no guarantee. I understand it’s sudden and I didn’t expect an answer this morning. I will drop off a resume today or tomorrow. Hope kinda perked up because they’re good people and wants to work there.

I came home. Pessimism unloaded on poor Hope. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU I FUCKING TOLD YOU I FUCKING TOLD YOU! THIS IS THE REASON WE DON’T GET OPTIMISTIC! THIS IS WORSE THAN WHAT EVEN *I* WAS EXPECTING. WE OPERATE ON THINKING ABOUT THE BAD AND GETTING WORSE. THAT’S HOW IT’S ALWAYS BEEN AND THAT’S HOW IT’LL ALWAYS BE.”

Hope shrunk. She held back tears.

Pessimism said everything and retreated quietly. I haven’t heard from either of them since. I’m numb and still processing. My groggy mess of memories from this morning keep replaying like a scratched DVD. I’m writing this to try to cope.

Fuck sakes. When will it be different? I’ve been working so hard. /.\

[thatfuzzyfamiliarspace]

Just gonna keep living in that little 5-10 minute window when he got back. That was the bestest feeling I’d had in so long. That want he had for me, the playfulness, everything. I got so deep into a sub zone but then afterwards I just dropped like mad. All the anx I’d had while he had been away came crashing back into my head straight after. I didn’t know how to act. My brain kept telling me things were different. Kept tryna prove this stupid bias.

It crushed me what he said last night. How I had made him feel. But not only that, him saying I was the problem. I was saying thoughts I shouldn’t have. I was manifesting them.

I just feel like I fucked up on day 1. I just wanted to settle back into us. I wanted to do nice things for him, I had the evening envisioned in my head. We were just gonna lay together and hold eachother for an hour or so, talking about the time apart. I wanted it to just get really intimate without the sex, I wanted that tension lingering in the air. I wanted that playful side of him, that eagerly wanting side of him to show and not be for a brief moment. I wanted to bake the treats I thought so hard about. I tried to make something he’d love. I’d made them twice this week and they came out great. Maybe because I rushed to make them when he called me to say he had left. Idk. But I just wanted him to eat them and be like “omg this is the nicest thing” not like the utter most best but be wow’ed or something. I proper focused on that, he said it was something he wanted me to do for him, bake him stuff. I made lemon coz that’s his fav. I tried to make soft bake coz that’s his fav. It meant a lot to me and his response was “it’s just a cake”. It just wasn’t nice to feel like a failure when I was already so on edge and feeling anxy and the one thing I tried hard on just flopped. He said I put no effort in, didn’t show him any love. But I was trying. I tried to tell him it would be different when he came back. Because it was for me, it takes time for me to readjust. I still felt upset for him not being around for so long. I understand all his reasonings for why he couldn’t talk etc. but I still felt how I did. I did feel abandoned. And I took care of myself throughout that. I’d put a wall up coz I felt hurt. I can’t just knock that down the second he walks through the door. I’m annoyed at him drinking to such an excess. Annoyed at him smoking without mentioning it to me. Annoyed at him flirting with grim older women and then telling me days after ? Maybe it’s unfair, but I just can’t deal with separation for that period of time. All the little things get amplified. I don’t know how to word it to him. He’s me favourite person. My world revolves around him. So when he’s not there, when I don’t hear from him, it sends me into a spiral. And I think I done super well coping. He said I had expectations, but so did he. He wanted more physical contact, he wanted me to show more stuff. It’s a two way thing. We both had ideas of how eachother were gonna be when he got back. I just hope I can move past all these shitty feelings. I woke up so stressed and anxy that I’d pissed him off, that he’d be like “wasn’t even worth it coming home”. Maybe he’d realised he hasn’t actually missed me that much. Idk my head is going mental thinking all these things and he says I shouldn’t say them to him. So I’ve either gotta vent it here or just bury it and ignore it… but it’s not so easy. Everything has heightened so much these last ten days. Lots of old habits coming back. Lots of. What I’ve traits unraveling. I wish I could just redo yesterday. But I can’t. And I’m just worried it’s gonna be a trend of me fucking things up again today and tomorrow. I’m shit scared of actually being clingy how I want to me, diving full on into giving that affection and then him saying he’s tired or his mood is off or he needs to catch up on his messages from his phone. Just anything like that. I guess I’d rather amplify my “silly thoughts” and sabotage stuff than actually feeling hurt or dismissed by him and it actually coming from him, and not me instigating it.

How do I make it better today. I want to not be grumpy, but I’m super emotional. I want to give him affection and spoil him. I’m just worried about so much. And I feel like I can’t even talk to him about it anymore. I’ll just have to see how today goes and if it ends in tears again