#god knows when we'll see the rest of this but hey i'm working on things hurrah!

[syoddeye]

someone's probably done this but,

you're six months into seeing dr. garrick on a weekly basis. you've made serious progress. setting firm boundaries with your family, managing work stress with more grace, and finally cutting ties with that incompetent, rude excuse for a boyfriend. you actually look forward to every session.

you know you're not supposed to project onto garrick. not supposed to think about him for too long outside of your appointments. picture what he's up to, imagine his life outside his office. but when he laughs at your jokes, soothes you when you cry, or, most devastatingly of all, praises you, that boundary in your mind blurs. you want more than you should. and that's something you really ought to bring up with him.

but you won't.

which makes it all the more mortifying when, as you gather your things at the end of a session, you casually let slip, "have a good rest of your week, love you," and nearly collapse on the way to the door the moment you realize what just left your mouth.

there's a beat of silence. an excruciating, long pause where your heart plummets straight to your stomach. you freeze, fingers gripping the strap of your bag like a lifeline. maybe…maybe he didn't hear you. maybe if you keep walking or break into a sprint, you can pretend this never happened and—

"well. that's certainly a first."  

oh god.

you squeeze your eyes shut, mortification hitting you like a freight train, and slowly turn to face him. "i didn't—i didn't mean–"  

he chuckles, warm and rich, and when you force yourself to meet his gaze, he's watching you with a knowing smile. still seated, relaxed in his chair, notebook in his lap. there's something to his eyes, though.

"slip of the tongue?" he muses, tilting his head.

your face burns. "oh my god, please let me leave with what's left of my dignity."  

he laughs at that, actually laughs, and the sound does dangerous, stupid things to your already frayed nerves. "no need to be embarrassed," he says, and the gentleness in his tone almost makes it worse. "it happens. and hey," he leans into his chair slightly, smirking just enough that you're afraid of melting into the floor. "at least i know i'm making an impact."  

you make an odd, strangled sound, yanking the door open so fast you nearly stumble through it. "yeahokaybye, dr. garrick."  

"see you next week." he echoes, sounding far too entertained. then, as you're halfway out, "we'll talk about this then. in depth!"

you slam the door and hope a sinkhole swallows you on the way home.

[buckyalpine]

Did You Hear

Fluffyy crack fic and nothing else. Imagine Tony Stark's shy new assistant sitting at the kitchen island for breakfast, getting a cup of tea before heading to the lab. She's sipping from her steaming mug when a very pretty super solider walks in from his run and the heat rising in her cheeks isn't from the hot Earl Grey.

"Mornin' y/n" He gives you a polite smile while he makes his way to the fridge and you had to silence the squeak that nearly escapes your lips. He's in a pair of snug grey sweats which are resting sinfully low on his hips and his tight black t-shit showing off every divot and curve of muscle on his torso. You bite you lip as he bends down to grab a cold bottle of water, silencing a squeal with a sip of tea.

"Morning, Sergeant" You give him a smile and the lopsided grin he gives you as he goes on about his day leaves you giggling and kicking your feet. You were just about finished your cup when Nat walked in next, looking you up and down with a shake of her head.

"Bucky was here, wasn't he" She playfully rolled her eyes knowing the effect the brunette had on you. "What happened this time"

"Bucky has a cute butt" You giggled, while Nat snorted at your flustered state. "And slutty thighs"

"Do you ever plan on actually telling him"

"No!" You vigorously shook your head. That was out of the question for you; you were happy to admire the soldier from afar. The last thing he'd want is to have to deal with is the playground crush you had on him anyway, it was a miracle he even noticed you. "He doesn't even see me that way"

"Well, guess we'll never know" She sassed as you slipped off the stool to make your way to the lab.

"I'm happy to admire God's work from a safe distance!" You called over your shoulder while Nat shook her head, smirking to a third person you didn't see who was lingering near the kitchen, very happy to listen intently to the conversation that was taking place.

The one that was supposed to be a secret from Bucky's ears.

That wouldn't do.

-

"Did you hear?" Sam grinned, sauntering over where Bucky was sparring with Steve, both men panting after already going for a few rounds. "Word on the street is you have a cute butt"

"What" Bucky deadpanned while Steve smirked, watching the heat in his friends cheeks already starting to creep up to his ears.

"Mhm, that little tush of yours has been getting a lot of attention lately"

"From who" Bucky's face scrunched up in confusion, frowning when Sam cackled, clapping his shoulder.

"Tony's cute lil assistant" He says with a wink, noting the immediate change in Bucky's demeanor, his frown falling off his face, replaced with a very pink blush.

"You mean y/n?"

"Uh huh. Must've been those slutty grey sweats you've been running around in"

"Slutty?"

"Extremely. Especially with those thighs"

"And how do you know this" Bucky struggled to bite back a smile, not wanting to get his hopes up until he was sure. "There's no way she-

"Heard her talking to Nat this morning. She sounded real excited after seeing you and your cute butt" Sam gave him a swat causing him to yelp.

"Hm. Interesting" The soldier nodded already looking towards the showers so he could rinse off and find you.

"Yeah, yeah, go find your girl" Steve shoved Bucky off the mat with a grin. Bucky jogged off to the lab right after a shower, purposely throwing on a new pair of his snug joggers. He smirked as he walked in seeing you fully focused on a small creation Tony created, tinkering away without noticing him.

"Hey doll"

"Ser-sergeant!" You squeaked in surprise as he strode inside, dropping the gadget you were working on, "What can I help you with"

"Sam told me something earlier", Bucky shrugged casually while you stayed frozen in your seat, your heart rate picking up the closer he got. "Was wonderin' if you knew anything about it"

"What's-what's that" You fidgeted nervously, his baby blues staring at you intently, loving how flustered you looked.

"Someone said something about me having a cute butt"

"Oh" You looked like deer in headlights, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

"Oh?" Bucky smirked while you hid your face in your hands, ready to sink to the floor and hide under the table, he must have thought you were such a pervert. "And something about slutty thighs-

"Not just your butt! All-all of you is cute all over" You squeaked out before slapping a hand over your mouth realizing you were making it worse.

"All of me, huh" Bucky pried your hand away from your face, cupping your cheek instead, the cool metal of his arm soothing your hot skin. "So you do think I have a cute butt and slutty thighs"

His thumb came up to pull your bottom lip away from where it was caught between your teeth, smiling at the little nod you gave him, too scared to open your mouth.

"Well I'm glad"

"Y-you are?" You shyly whispered, nearly whining when he brought his other hand to hold your face gently, his lips brushing against yours.

"Mhm, means I can do this" You went limp in his hold, every muscle in your body turning into mush as he kissed your lips sweetly, the gentle peck feeling like he'd stolen your breath away. "Don't faint on me sweets" Bucky chuckled as he pulled away, seeing the dazed look on your face.

"Such a cute butt" You whispered to yourself, eyes growing wide when you realized you said that out loud. You buried yourself in his chest making Bucky grin, kissing the top of your head.

"Want to grab coffee with my cute butt?" Bucky tipped your chin up to look at him, "I'll even bring my slutty thighs" He threw in with a wink.

"Promise?" You giggled while he slipped in his hand in yours, leading you towards the door.

"Scouts honor, doll"

[suiana]

(yandere! foreign exchange student x gn! reader) (thanks for 8k 😍😍)

"can you stop being so annoying?"

"what?"

he stares at you with a raised eyebrow, pouting as he rests his cheek on his palm. with both arms propped up on the table, he reaches out his other arm towards you. obviously you back away in disgust at his affection... and you can't help but notice the way he narrows his eyes at your reaction.

he, as in, your annoying buddy. hiroto yamada, your buddy for the foreign exchange program which you were unwillingly made to participate in.

you knew bad things would happen when you saw the program, yet you were made to participate in it because you had joined the university wellbeing club. curse you and your past impulsive decisions.

honestly, things were fine in the beginning. apart from the fact that you had to socialize with others and waste your breath explaining things in the university... everything was quite alright. he wasn't too extroverted, liked to keep to himself as well...

that was until you started suspecting that he liked you.

you didn't want to believe it. there was no way. like, it's literally the absolute worse thing that could happen that would disrupt your peaceful school life.

so you pretended to not see the obvious signs he threw at you. you treated him like how you used to treat him, aka like a classmate you wouldn't talk to outside of class...

so it wasn't unexpected that he'd get frustrated. in fcat, it was actually a wonder that he managed to go for so long without shouting at you to stop ignoring the signs (he lasted 6 weeks).

eventually he confessed but... you didn't accept. duh. you didn't even like him that way! you didn't even treat him like a close friend so why would you fall or accept his love?

so you rejected him. understandable response.

but he wouldn't take it for an answer.

so he constantly pestered you in hopes that you'd finally give in and say yes. which is what led you to your current situation.

"you know, trying to act like my boyfriend..."

"but I'm just practicing for the future that will happen?"

he raises an eyebrow, seemingly confused as you roll your eyes at his reply. you make no move to explain yourself because you knew that he understood what you meant. he's a smart guy after all. he just likes playing dumb to get on your nerves.

and right now he's doing that.

you honestly wanted to just beat him up but that'll never work out in your favor. so you settle for the next best thing and that's to ignore him. and it always works.

turning around to face away from him, you plug in your ear phones and tune his blabbering out as you attempt to ignore him. it worked for a little bit but he always gets irritated the second you lose interest in him.

"hey pay attention to me..."

he whines softly, tugging on your shirt. you continue to ignore him, humming softly as you scroll on social media. oh this is a nice post-

but the second you move your hand to like it, he yanks the phone out of your grip and hides it in his bag. his face displays an annoyed expression, furrowed eyebrows and downturned lips.

you wanted to smack his face so bad. and you were just about to do that until he speaks in a chilling tone.

"you can't keep ignoring me. you know that we'll end up with each other. it's inevitable."

he mumbles before caressing your cheek. you shiver, eyes wide as your blood runs cold. shit! unconsensual touch! unconsensual touch!

but as much as you hated his touch, you couldn't move away for you were too frozen in fear. he always had a way of scaring you with his voice. and he loved to abuse it.

"you're really going to make me mad... so please don't keep resisting. it's not humourous or cute."

he mutters quietly before giggling as he lets go of your face. all you do is stare at him, still frozen in place as you gulp and finally look away.

god damn it. you really should've fought harder to get out of the exchange program.

[natalchartnurtures]

PAC: Mitski, what about me is eternal like the.. moon?

I had so much fun doing this

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Pile 1:

'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love is mine, all mine, all mine

I'm sitting right in front of your cards in utter awe. I got goosebumps when I laid eyes on your cards, pile 1. Let me begin by saying this: you've seen some DARK and truly terrible times, haven't ya? Even as I say this, it feels like an understatement. There have been times when you were stripped down to bare bones, and you had to "grow back the rest of you." I apologize for the gruesome metaphor (but hey, I'm just the messenger; this ain't really coming from me :p). Maybe you've had to encounter times when you felt painfully lonely, stuck in your head and in your general life too, like your spirit was beaten down. Or maybe it felt as if the universe snatched away something you thought was incredibly precious? But I hear that it wasn't what you thought it was; that's why it had to go. You probably didn't see it that way at all, and THAT'S ALRIGHT because we don't have Spirit's perspective, now do we? I see that you really struggled to put yourself together after that somewhat 'impossible-seeming' loss. It seemed like it came outta left field.

BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT. You, my friend, took this PAIN and these fucked up times and turned it into a damn palace of gold. You read that right. What's eternal about you? Your alchemy. Your fire. Your willpower. Your ability to take life by the balls. Your refusal to let it beat you to dust. Your refusal to be small. Literal goosebumps, you feeling it yet? It's your connection to God/Source/Universe. Your faith. Your mastery of your mind, babe. Yeah. You've somehow mastered your mind in this process of putting yourself back together. Acknowledge that ish! 'Cause you really did do that.

Nothing can ever get you to stop dreaming, and much less trying to stop you from achieving them, love. You're a powerhouse of energy, and God bless anybody who ever underestimates that (you included side-eyeing you right now). Not you getting low key called out, haha.

Don't get me wrong, though; being a powerhouse of energy doesn't necessarily mean being in everybody's face trying to assert your dominance, y'know? It can look like silent crying in the middle of the night and waking up the next day determined to overcome the thing that made you cry the day before.

Your light is what's eternal about you. It never goes off. Like ever. Your dedication to learning and growing through whatever, and I mean WHATEVER, life throws your way is what will never die, sweetie. It's like a part of your essence at this point. I hope you're proud of that and know that it's what will bring you to your success in life, whatever that looks like for each one of you beautiful ass people reading this :)

Haha, that's so cute; I just heard Spirit go "you're going places, sweetheart" ><

And with that, let's end your FABULOUS, goosebumps-inducing (btw, I don't say that about just ANYTHING), and awe-inspiring reading here.

Thank you, pile 1, for sharing your energy with me today. I love you guys so, so much and… not gonna lie, I'm low key honored to have been in your presence today. Haha, see ya!

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Pile 2:

My baby, here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for her?

My god, why is there so much happening as I tap into your energy, pile 2? And I mean it in a nice way, though. I heard T Swift's song "The Last Great American Dynasty" as I was shuffling for you, and I heard Spirit go, "she's sweet and salty," lol. We'll see how all that plays into the reading eventually.

The first thing I noticed was your incredible balance within your mind and heart. It's shocking. Maybe you've been working on getting these aspects of yours to agree with one another and balance each other out, or it's simply your personality, but… pile 2, this beautiful mind-heart balance is what's eternal about you, love. Your peace. Your calm. The childlike innocence of your heart blending seamlessly with your mind's unending curiosity for life. Your emotional intelligence. The way you flow… like water, I heard. Wow! I find that so amazing, ugh, like can we be friends, pile 2? T-T, 'cause I definitely need some of that in my life right now, not gonna lie, haha.

There's that AND then there's a whole other dimension to you where you give 'life of the party' vibes as well. OH, so maybe that's why I heard Spirit say "sweet and salty," like two very different things but produce a wonderful taste together. Complex. Addicting. You make people want to come back for more, pile 2. Mmmmmm! Love that!

You have this laid-back vibe to you as well that a lot of people in your life appreciate. I see that your ability to lighten anybody's day is what's eternal about you awwww. I heard "she's the sunshine of my life." UGH, this is too wholesome for my heart; please save me. You seem to really perk up people's day/week or just life in general. You give, like, Saggi vibes, bro. It doesn't matter if you have that in your chart, but it's just your soul. The eternal aspect of you feels bright, expansive, loving, and so vibrant in energy, my god. You've also got strong feminine energy too… you must be really good at attracting 'cause you're strong in your feminine energy AND you're chill and detached from it at the same time. Effortless manifester, master manifester are some words that come to mind as I describe this.

Your divinity is what's eternal about you. Your 'witchy vibes.' Your embodiment of your highest truth. Your commitment to maintaining this divine connection in your day-to-day. Bro, what's eternal about you is that you can turn any old mundane task/thing into something fun and magical and full of meaning and symbolism. You live life deep, and even though there aren't a whole lotta people who can join you there, you wouldn't have it any other way. It's your raw authenticity, babe. Circling back to "The Last Great American Dynasty" song, maybe you're like Rebekah that T Swift sings about, "the most shameless woman this town has ever seen." People tend to call raw, authentic women shameless, but you couldn't care less. You will forever do what you like 'cause you're a free-spirited divine mystic in the body of a teeny lil human. Love it.

That's all I have for you, pile 2. Thank you for spending time with me! I love you so much <3

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Pile 3:

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you?

Ah, my divine activators. What's eternal about you? Your intensity. BS detection might as well be your middle name. Sherlock Holmes who? 'Cause you're the new detective in town, baby, sniffing out illusions, falsities, fake people, LIES, victim mentality. None of that runs free with you around, I'll tell you that. It's your capacity to hold divine truth, lovingly, which is INCREDIBLY hard, btw. You can't stand half-assed people and people who seem to not have their "heads screwed on straight." Lmao, what kinda people are you surrounded by, pile 3? Ooh, I heard that you're divinely planted where you are so you can activate a lot of people into awakening to their true selves, but it looks like nobody wants to actually awaken. Lmao.

-Side note: My heart goes out to you if you've been surrounded by really difficult and chaotic energies that bring you down a lot. That SUCKS so hard, bro. Been there myself too lately, and it's not a fun merry-go-round to co-exist with. Just keep being your amazing cool-ass self, ok? Things will work out eventually. You already intuitively feel that things will get better, so trust that feeling!-

If I could describe your energy, I would use the Phoenix rising from the ashes symbolism to do so. Ohhhhh, as I told you that, I saw a vision of T Swift's music video of "Look What You Made Me Do," where she comes out of the grave and sings, "Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time." I'm a fan, pile 3. Omg. That's some badass ballsy energy, and I'm so here for it right now. You're the epitome of what psychological death and rebirth looks like. You're the textbook definition. And THAT'S what's eternal about you. No matter where you are or what you end up doing in life, you'll always be able to "rise up from the dead" and do it iconically too. Haha, I literally heard that. Lmao. This ability of yours is an extension of the greater aspect of you - your higher self. Whoa… I just heard you've had this ability for lifetimes and you will take it strongly with you to the next ones as well. Powerful. It's etched in your soul, pile 3. You know what you want and how to get it, even if not immediately; you always do eventually. It's the security you possess within yourself that's eternal, love. Nothing can really shake you at this point. Lmao. You've got a strong-ass foundation.

-Side note: I'm really seeing a healed and fully realized root chakra for you. If you haven't gotten there yet, you're well on your way! Good job! Root chakra work is the most brutal, btw, so… you really have my respect. Haha, moving on-

You have warrior energy present quietly in your personality as well. You give spiritual warrior vibes. You don't prefer to live in it 24/7; it's simply something you tap into when a situation calls for it. Otherwise, I see you being quite heart-centered, full of love, looking at the world with rose-colored glasses. Your inner child is what's eternal about you. Your divine sensitivity and your capacity to hold your emotions without judgment and live big from a place of heart. You embody the energy of water in my eyes, tbh. Life-giving but also destructive if need be, and there's absolutely nothing weak about water. Phew. You are eternal as the oceans are.

Ahhh, pile 3, that was sooo much fun! Thanks for stopping by, and I love you soooo much!

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Pets

Hardersson x Child Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Rocky the Rock

"Morsa," You say one random day off," Why does Sam have Helen?"

Magda looks up from where she's working on her laptop. You're sitting by the coffee table on the floor, cross-legged as you make your farmyard animals enact something that really reminds Magda of the book Animal Farm which is a little disconcerting but she's trying really hard not to focus on.

"Huh? Helen the cat?"

You nod.

"Well, Sam's got Helen for companionship. Helen's her pet cat."

That makes you frown a little bit. "Why?"

Magda shrugs. "Some people want a pet to keep them company. Some people have cats like Sam, some people have dogs or hamsters or other little things."

You go silent for a moment, you head bobbing up and down in a nod. "Okay," You say," Can I go play outside now, Morsa?"

Magda leans back in her chair to look out the window. It was meant to rain later on today and she didn't want you to get a cold but, thankfully, the sky is clear.

"Do you want someone to kick a ball at you?" Magda asks as she helps you slip on your coat.

"No thank you, Morsa," You say, practically vibrating to be let out," Just going to play."

"Okay. If you get hurt, yell and I'll come out, alright?"

"Okay!"

Magda types away at her laptop for a while as you play in the garden. Every so often, she drags her eyes up to check on you but you're just poking around in the gravel.

When Pernille comes home, you're still there and Magda is still typing.

"Where's Princesse?" Pernille asks before she drops down to steal a kiss.

"She's outside," Magda replies," Hey, Pernille, what does it mean when a kid starts asking about pets?"

"What?"

"Well, she was asking about why Sam has her cat. I said it was for companionship."

"Magda," Pernille says fondly," I love you so much sometimes."

"Sometimes? Not always?"

"You know what I mean. You're so oblivious sometimes."

Magda frowns. "Huh?"

"She's planting the seed in your mind," Pernille explains," So when she asks about getting her own pet then it's not out of nowhere."

"But we can't get a pet!" Magda says," We're moving soon!"

Pernille laughs. "She's probably angling for one when we go back to Germany. She's very smart."

"It's sneaky! Oh my god, are we going to have to start buying pet food?! And vet bills! I don't think there's a good vet near our new place and-"

Magda's mouth snaps closed as Pernille rests her hands on her shoulders. She's giving Magda a pointed look tinged with amusement.

"Magda," She says," Calm down. We're not getting her a pet."

"Oh." Magda blows out all her air. "We're not?"

"No. We'll be much too busy and Princesse's still very little. A pet would just add stress onto everything."

"But she wants one."

"And I want a three course meal and for Sam's whole existence to stop being a threat to Princesse's wellbeing but I'm not getting any of that anytime soon."

Magda laughs. Her hand reaches for Pernille's hip, dragging her closer until she's comfortably sitting on Magda's lap. "I can make you the meal. I'm not too sure I can help with Sam though. I can wrap Princesse up in bubble wrap though."

Pernille smiles. "You're so sweet, Magda." She cards her fingers through Magda's hair, leaning forward to steal a kiss like she did earlier. "You're such a good mother."

Magda rarely gets embarrassed about these things but with Pernille's weight in her lap and you playing in the garden, there are no interruptions. Her face flushes red at the compliments.

"The perfect mother for our little girl," Pernille continues, littering kisses all over Magda's face," You and her are so alike."

"I think she's more like you," Magda can scarcely gets the words out as Pernille bites at her earlobe.

"That's only because you're so oblivious. You and Princesse are more similar than you think."

"Well-"

"Momma! You're home!"

Pernille looks over Magda's shoulder to see you. Your hands are covered in dirt like you've been digging around in the flowerbeds again and you're pulling off your shoes, throwing them onto the floor.

"You look like you've been having fun," Pernille laughs," You're all dirty."

"Only a little," You say, wiping a hand on the front of your shirt," Where's my googly eyes?"

Magda frowns. She'd been preparing herself for you to ask about a pet, not about your arts and crafts supplies. "Er...Should be in the toy box."

"Thank you!"

You run off without even giving Pernille a hug, though she's secretly grateful for that because your hands look to be caked in dirt.

Magda sighs. "Is she going to start sticking those eyes on her shoes again?"

"I hope not. She nearly had a breakdown when they fell off last time."

Neither of them get an explanation about what you're doing with your googly eyes until way after dinner when you stand in front of them sitting on the sofa.

Magda takes a deep breath.

This is it.

It's time to completely break your heart.

"Sam has Helen as her pet," You begin," Morsa says Helen's for companionship."

"Pets are a lot of work," Magda says quickly, wanting the soften the blow," They take a lot of care."

You frown, your crinkle appearing between your brows. "Even the little things?"

"Even them," Pernille says solemnly," The little ones a very complicated. You have to feed them and clean out their cages."

You nod along before," That's okay. I've got one that doesn't need feeding."

That alarms Magda and she remembers how you were poking around in the garden all day. She wonders if you've managed to dig up a mouse or something from the dirt.

Pernille also looks suitably alarmed and her eyes immediately dart to where your hands are hiding behind your back.

"Princesse," She says slowly," Have you brought something into the house that you shouldn't have?"

You shake your head. "He is my pet," You say.

"Princesse-" Magda begins before her mouth hangs open in shock.

"His name is Rocky," You say proudly as you hold up a little granite rock from behind your back. You've stuck a set of three googly eyes on it. "And he is my pet."

"That's a rock," Magda says.

"Yes. Rocky the rock. My pet."

"Pernille, that's a rock."

"I can see that, Magda."

"I found him all by myself," You boast, puffing out your chest," I saved him from the cold and gave him eyes so he can see. He's my pet and he's going to sleep in my bed with me."

Magda can do nothing but stare with an open mouth as you show off your new rock.

"Pernille," Magda manages to whisper as you fawn and coo over your new rock," She dug up a rock."

"Yes, she did."

"She wants to sleep in bed with it."

"Yes, she does."

[soulrph]

chaotic unhinged lines from 2022-2023 (prompt edition).

basically in 2021 i made a list of prompts inspired by lines in tiktok videos and instagram reels that made me laugh so hard i cried! and now i have returned with another list! these may provide an alarmingly clear image of what my sense of humor is (aka broken) but i figure a little levity is always a good thing! more prompts are forthcoming, but in the mean time: bon appetit!

knowledge has always chased you, but you've always been faster.

no... no, that was mango apathy juice. from the farmer's market.

of all these people, you are the one i understand the least. i want to get to know you better, but like, not that much better.

i-i will CHEW YOUR MEAT!! WHAT are you doing?!

ooooh god, no, you wouldn't be long getting frostbit!

you are evil. like a hobbit.

WHY MUST YOU FAIL ME SO OFTEN?!?!!?

i have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.

AHEM!! fill my cup.

may god ignore you like you ignored my greetings.

i will avenge you mister van gogh.

call off work bestie, we need you to solve a murder. here's fifteen dollars.

you're not in love. you may think you are, you dumb fuck, but you're not.

go ahead and put the ranch away.

sadly, "hopefully" doth butter no parsnips.

forget school, i want to be an italian sandwich.

you shouldn't skip work, you are a lawyer and he is a hamster.

you can stop roleplaying now. you're free.

her coupon game was so fucking raw.

i'm sorry guys... he's making a salad.

you could get a straight guy here if you learned to make a good pasta. i'll teach you how to make a risotto that'll get you married and out of my basement.

hey, do you want me to get together a plate of roast beef and hide it in our room so we can have night meats?

it's not the most ethical thing in the world, but in a pinch you can hand off a cursed object to basically any baby.

no, children, you're wrong. once upon a time, there was a piece of wood.

and i'm not saying she deserved it, but i am saying that god's timing is always riiiiight.

hydrate or die-drate, ya DICK!

why did the monkey fall out of the tree? because it was DEAD.

new york city is a fictional place written up by someone with a sinister mind and a knack for comedy.

this is grindr my guy.

wait, i didn't finish teaching you the difference between human and wolf anatomy.

it's time to tell your grandmother that she was wrong. do not be afraid.

vanilla vodka... you fucking child.

without ash to rise from, a phoenix would just be a bird getting up.

you are fucking alive. do what you want.

why are you cradling me like a baby, friend? this isn't how guys of my generation hang out.

i hope a hedgehog shits in your cereal, you difficult person.

you know, i am not as mean as i would like to be. and i think people should appreciate that more.

see, i am not a kangaroo.

well, i'd like to help, but... you see... not as much as i'd like not to.

rest in peace you fucking onion fairy.

when god sings with all his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

i fight for a seat in heaven, every. single. day.

map maker? can you find me somewhere on the map where this big man thinks he's the king?

you bald-headed demon...

so... there are 24 million pigs in australia... and 24 million people... so if you ever feel lonely, there's like, a pig out there that's sort of your cosmic twin.

remember, alcohol is god's apology for making us self-aware.

i'm straight!! stop CONFUSING me!!!!!

you guys want something to eat? because... i know we'll die if we don't eat.

he is a BIBLICALLY gorgeous man. i wanna feed him grapes. i wanna fan him with the frond of a date palm from the forests of Lebanon. i wanna find the alabaster vial of perfume oil that one woman broke for jesus and comb it through his hair. like... he's stressing me OUT.

i'm not sad! i'm freaking HUNGRY!

maybe, if we wait a little bit longer, a fuck will fall into my hand, and i can give it to you.

it's not my fault you thought you lived in this IKEA.

let's leave my mother out of this.

jason may kill people but he's not bad enough to kick a dog.

i run for LUMP!

oh no, i'm all out of caring, baby!

you don't think it mcbe that way... but it mcdo.

what is this enticing bowl of white?

serious question, do his nipples sparkle?

what in the reese's peanut butter fuck is going on here?

if your parents don't buy it, stop loving them!

i just hope you know just how much you've decreased productivity today.

that was poetry at its FINEST.

and if you let that motherfucker shenan ONCE, you best believe they're gonna shenanIGAN!

may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took her mom to the hospital to give birth to her.

that's modern milk for ya. what a time to be alive.

you have attachment issues. please fix it.

remember when people had secrets? we should bring that back.

the moon landing was an elaborate marriage proposal.

i don't like the cobra chicken.

i didn't know eggs were this expensive? it's time to lay my own, i fear.

so you're saying the reason i don't have a girlfriend is because i'm not a big enough threat yet.

god gave him a top lip, that's why he's so powerful.

it's a common mistake, but frankenstein was actually the author.

i finally got a pocket-sized diary!!! also i don't get the concept of life.

if a beautiful woman disagrees with me, i will immediately change my view. i've no principles.

how did you all end up married to such boiled potatoes?

if so much as one tear drops from their eye... i will slap you back into your mum.

you are ringing a phone that does not like to be rung.

look how Dr. doofenschmirtz had a fucked up childhood but didn't project his trauma onto his teenage daughter. he projected it onto a platypus.

it is mathematically impossible for you to get a wedgie.

i'm breaking up with you. i love you, it's just... i don't think you could protect me from a mummy.

if you can't do fractions....... you will fucking die.

that's right; in the year 1791, all of our bottoms were killed in a Big Bottom Massacre.

people always assume i'm mean. like CAN you BELIEVE THAT CRAP?! like WHAT would make you think i'm MEAN?! I'M THE NICEST PERSON ON THE PLANET!

the chocolate milk is strikingly overpriced and at the same time very easy to steal; another of god's little tests.

someone's gotta tell the waiter that i ordered mashed 'taters and it sure as shit ain't gonna be me.

if i had a week i couldn't list all the reasons that wouldn't work.

[paladin--strait]

immediate comfort - timo meier

based on this request!

i was already working on this so it ended up being perfect! hope you enjoy! 🫶

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i sigh as the goal horn sounds in dallas in the last four seconds of the game, i rest my head in my hands, waiting for the game to officially end before i click off the television. i sit back on the couch, getting comfortable with some random music playlist on the tv. it'll be early morning when timo gets back, but i'll still stay up and surprise him.

i've been in his apartment since this morning, without him knowing. i know with out he's pretty stressed that jack is out, and now dougie too? i'm glad i decided to fly out to jersey to see him.

i grab my cup of coffee off the coffee table, taking a large gulp of the now cold liquid. i smack my lips a little, the taste now strange with the new temperature. i grab my laptop, doing some work for about an hour. i yawn, rubbing my tired eyes as i continue to work.

it's a few hours later when timo finally returns home, unlocking the door and walking in quietly. his heart picks up a little when he sees me on his couch, looking back at him. "hey baby, welcome home..." i say, standing up.

his eyes are wide in surprise as i walk to him immediately, his bags dropping to the floor as he engulfs me in a tight hug, the smell of his cologne filling my nostrils. "god...i missed you so much..." he whispers, his face buryed in my hair.

i rub his back softly, feeling the tension in his body releasing as i continue my movements. "i missed you too, sweetie. how's dougie?" i ask quietly, wanting an update on his and my friend.

"he's hurting, but nobody is exactly sure what happened yet." he sighs, "same with jack. god babe, we're kinda screwed..." he pulls back to look at me, his expression full of unease and sadness. i can almost swear there's also a twinge of anger in there somewhere with the his brows furrow.

i rub his arm, just under his elbow. "i'm sure he'll be okay. it's jack, he'll come back no matter what or when." i smile softly, full of reassurance. i yawn, rubbing softly at my tired and puffy eyes. "i don't know how hard it is for you guys, especially luke, but i know things will get better, you guys are tough."

timo smiles softly, "yeah, we'll manage. with jonas, jack, and now dougie out though, it's gonna be tough." he sighs, pressing two fingers to his head, rubbing it. "i have a headache..."

i frown, walking to the kitchen and grabbing some medicine and water for him, "take this and then we can go to bed." he takes the medicine from my hand, popping it in his mouth and drinking the water to get it down.

i smile softly at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him to our bedroom. he takes off his clothes, the casual suit not suitable to sleep in. i'm already in my pajamas, another yawn escaping my lips as i get into the bed.

he slips in the comfy bed a few minutes later, instantly pulling me close to him. "how long have you been here?" he asks, his voice low.

"since this morning. i wanted to surprise you..." i smile, rubbing his cheek softly with my knuckles. "i hope you're not mad i've been here all day without you knowing."

"i could never be mad, especially for something like that. now my whole apartment probably smells like you, it'll make me miss you more when you leave." he frowns, "wait, i have an idea! you never leave!"

i laugh at his idea, pulling him closer to me. "i wish i could, my love...i'd have to quit my job and leave everything behind if i never leave."

"then you can go back, quit your job, pack your things and come right back! i can provide for both of us, i promise." he says, his eyes pleading.

i sigh, my heart breaking a little. "timo, you know it's not that easy..."

"i know, but i wish it was. i'm gonna miss you when you leave..." he says, pulling me into his chest, leaning down and breathing in my scent. "how long are you staying anyway?"

"let's not think about me leaving right now, i still have three weeks with my favorite man in the whole wide world." i smile softly, clinging to him.

i feel his chest rumble as he chuckles, his hand rubbing my back softly. i break the silence, "timo?" he hums, wondering what i want. "are you okay? i know this is a hard time for you, but i'm worried about you..."

he frowns at my words, "i'm okay, definitely could be better. jack and dougie are really good friends of mine, it hurts me to see them hurt. siegs too." he says, his voice laced with a bit of sadness. "but now you're here and i already feel a little better."

i giggle, "i saw your post game interview, it made me tear up a bit to see you so upset. i hate seeing you like that, it's just not you..."

"i know, i hate it. i hate feeling like this. i'm not the one who got hurt, but sometimes it feels like it. those guys are my family, i love them." his words are soft, laced with a twinge of loneliness and disbelief.

"i hate that you feel like that, the other guys too. i can't even imagine how luke feels right now, both of his brothers hurt? and the hughesbowl coming up too? gosh..." i whisper, shaking my head.

"the fans are calling it the lukebowl now." he says, laughing a little. i laugh along with him, the new nickname funny and sad at the same time. he yawns, covering his mouth as his eyes squeeze shut.

"you have a free day tomorrow, don't set your alarm. we're gonna sleep so much..." i smile, loving the idea of getting so much sleep, especially in his arms. "just rest."

he hums, pulling the blanket over us better and closing his eyes. my hand rubs his back, soothing his tense body. a few minutes later, his breathing changes, the pace slower and deeper. he's asleep now, soft snores leaving his mouth.

i smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder, whispering a soft, "i love you..." only for my eyes to close soon after, both of our bodies intertwined as we sleep.

[dancethroughthethunder]

Bobby from High School Chapter 1: Of all the Gin Joints

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: On a night out at the Hard Deck, a familiar face spots Bob from across the bar. Years after high school, somehow you and Bob have ended up in the same Navy bar and are working at the same base.

Author’s Note: So, despite also working on a sequel for hiccups & pens, I decided to full send this idea on a new Bobby x reader series. This is my first time posting chapter 1 of a series without having the majority of the rest written so this is a little nerve wracking but I'm excited. Right now I think we're going to land somewhere around 3-5 more chapters, but we'll have to see. This work can also be found here at my ao3. I hope you enjoy!

Bob feels out of place without his glasses on. As someone who wears them all the time, it feels like a part of him is missing without them, it feels weirdly vulnerable. Sure, it’s only been a few minutes since Fanboy ran off with them to clean off the beer that got splashed on them, but he’s really looking forward to putting them back on.

Frankly, he’s still not entirely sure how he ended up with beer-covered glasses. One minute he was talking to Nat next to the pool table and the next thing he knew, his glasses were coated in beer and Fanboy was apologizing profusely, grabbing the glasses right off his face and running off to clean them. 

Bob has the feeling that someone keeps looking at him from across the bar, but every time he looks up, he seems to miss them. Besides, without his glasses on, he doesn’t know that he’d really be able to recognize them anyways. Who knows, maybe it’s someone from a past deployment or a friend of a friend. Maybe they’re not even looking at him. Instead of worrying about it, Bob turns his attention back to Phoenix and the conversation she’s having with Payback and Coyote. 

Payback is recreating Fanboy’s disastrous beer spill when Bob feels a light tap on his shoulder.

“Hi, I’m so sorry this sounds like such a cheap pick up line but do we know each other? You look so familiar.” 

Bob turns around and finds a beautiful woman with a drink in her hand, standing there talking to him. He can’t see her features as well as he’d like without his glasses, but from what he can see, she’s beautiful. Thankfully, right then Fanboy comes running back over.

“Sorry again, Bob. Penny let me go clean them in the back, they should be spotless.” Fanboy hands Bob his glasses, which to his credit, are perfectly clean.

“No worries, thanks Mickey.” Bob says as he slides his glasses back on.

“Holy shit, Bobby Floyd! I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you with your glasses.” While Nat mutters something to Coyote about Clark Kent, Bob looks back at the woman standing in front of him and is shocked to see you.

“Hey, how have you been? It’s been a while, huh?” Bob asks as you pull him into a hug, noticing how careful not to spill your drink on him. Bob’s back is to his team, so he doesn’t see the amused and intrigued glances that they’re all giving each other, or the way that Nat pulls Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback a few steps to the side to continue their conversation and give you and Bob some privacy. 

“God, I know. It’s been, what, years? I think the last time we ran into each other, you were still at the Academy, right?”

“Something like that.” Bob smiles and agrees, even though he thinks he could probably tell you every detail about the last time you two saw each other, down to what you were wearing.

“So what are you doing here? Where have you been? I mean, obviously with the Navy, but have you been here long?” You ask, gesturing to his uniform and the Navy atmosphere around you.

Bob gives you a quick, abridged rundown of his time since the Academy before briefly explaining his time here in San Diego. Bob knows he’s biased, and maybe he’s reading too much into things but you look truly interested by everything he’s saying, even though he knows he’s not giving a lot of detail on his previous missions and detachments. 

“But what about you? Are you here visiting?” He really hopes that somehow you’re local.

“Actually, no. I’ve just moved here for work. Maybe I’ll run into you on base, I’m actually a contractor.” 

Bob must be dreaming. There’s no way that out of all the bars, in all the cities, his high school friend (and longtime crush) walked into the same one as him and is going to be working at the same base. You were always pretty in school, but looking at you now (with his glasses firmly on his face), Bob knows you’re gorgeous. There’s some small, possessive part of him that wants to firmly plant an arm around you, and tell the rest of the Hard Deck to get lost, that you were his first. But even if you were together, that’s not Bob’s style, and that would probably be a surefire way to freak you out given that this is your first time seeing each other in years. 

“Aren’t you gonna introduce us to your friend, Bob?” Hangman asks, setting down the pool cue as he and Rooster walk over towards the two of you. 

Ugh , Bob thinks. This is it. He’s seen how women turn their attention to his teammates, especially these two. You were always sweet in high school but it’s been years, he wouldn’t blame you if you ditch your plan to catch up in favor of getting to know one of the other Dagger Squad members. It was so nice getting to talk to you and have it just be the two of you, but now that his team stepped into it they’re either going to embarrass him, hit on you, or more likely both. 

Phoenix sees Hangman and Rooster make their way over towards you and notices the apprehensive look on Bob’s face. It was brief, blink and you miss it, but she knows him well enough to be able to guess what he’s thinking. Hoping to head off some of Hangman’s worst impulses around pretty women, she leads the guys back over too. It’s not like the presence of the whole team is a guarantee to make Hangman behave, but at least she’ll be within striking range to knock some sense back into him if necessary. 

“Hi,” you say, giving your name as you smile and wave at everyone, “Bobby and I went to high school together.” 

“Oh, this is my team.” Bob says as he walks you through introductions to the entire team. You greet everyone with a friendly smile, and Bob can hear you repeating everyone’s callsigns under your breath, trying to commit them to memory. 

“So is our Bob the same as he was in high school?” Hangman asks, trying to capture your attention.

“Well, my expert opinion based on the last 10 or so minutes? Yeah, he’s still Bobby.” You say with a sweet smile. 

Then, in a move Bob almost can’t believe, you physically turn your body away from Hangman and the team, to focus all of your attention right on him. 

“Want to sit?” You ask, gesturing to two of the nearby stools that he and Nat normally occupy. He nods and the two of you sit down, and continue catching up. You tell him more about work, and the two of you start reminiscing on high school.

“Okay, I know I’m going to sound like the world’s most incredible gossip but you’ll never guess what I saw on Twitter the other day.” You say, as you start leading into a story about one of your classmates who apparently went full right-wing grifter and tried to have her local councilman boyfriend talk the cops out of giving her a (very deserved) DUI. 

You two are so focused on each other, you don’t even notice how much time has passed until Phoenix comes over, jumping in at a break in your conversation.”

“Hey, Bob, sorry to interrupt, do either of you want anything else to drink? Next round’s on Bagman.” She says, smirking. 

Bob watches as you look down in surprise at your own, now empty glass and hop up off your stool. Without thinking, Bob stands up with you.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry Bobby! I totally monopolized your time, I didn’t even realize how long we’ve been sitting here. You’re here with your friends, and my friends probably think I’m lost.” You say with a laugh that Bob suddenly realizes how much he's missed hearing. “Okay, I’m going to find my friends and let you get back to it, but you should text me sometime. I still have the same number, or I can give it to you.” You say, a little apprehensive over the idea of Bob deleting your number.

“I still have it.” Bob says with a smile, without even needing to check his phone. Bob’s the type of guy who never deletes a contact from his phone, because who knows when it might come in handy. Even if he was, he doesn’t think he ever would have deleted yours, just in case. 

“Okay great. I’m so glad we ran into each other.” Turning to wave at the rest of the team, you add, “it was great meeting y’all! Thanks for letting me steal Bobby away for a bit!” 

Bob stands there, smiling, watching you make your way through the crowd of people as you head back to your friends. He feels a little bad having pulled you away from them for so long, but he could have kept talking to you for the rest of the night. 

“So, Bobby, huh.” Nat says, with a mischievous smile.

“Yeah. She’s the only one who’s ever called me that.”

“Did you always have a crush on her?”

“Yeah.” He says, much to Phoenix’s surprise who was expecting more resistance. He’s still watching as you chat excitedly with your friends, hoping that some of that excitement is about him. (It is.)

“Can I see your phone?”

“Oh, sure.” Bob doesn’t bother asking why. He doesn’t have anything to hide, and he trusts Nat. 

“Perfect.” She says, handing his phone back with a new text thread open with your name at the top. 

Bob: Hi, it was great to see you. You look great, by the way. 

“Nat, come on.” He groans. Maybe he shouldn’t have blindly trusted her. Now he’s worried he’ll come off too strong but he doesn’t want to follow up on the text and say his friend sent it. He’ll sound like an embarrassed middle schooler, and you do look great and if he tries to walk back Nat’s text, he worries it would come off like he doesn’t think you look good. So he sighs, and leaves it. 

The crowd has shuffled a little so he doesn’t get to see you pull your phone out of your pocket or the way your face lights up when you see the text.

You: Thank you. I’m glad to hear the Navy’s treated you well. It looks good on you, Bobby :) 

Bob blushes and doesn’t bother fighting it as Nat grabs his phone again. Thankfully, Hangman comes back with drinks and Natasha has enough sense not to make a big deal of your text in front of the rest of the team. Bob grabs his phone back and sends you a text taking a little bit of a risk, without any help from Nat this time.

Bob: It’s nice to have a familiar face in the area. Maybe we could grab coffee sometime?

Your response comes in almost immediately, to Bob’s delight.

You: I’d love that. I don’t know anywhere in the area yet, so you’ll have to pick a place.

Bob smiles as he puts his phone back in his pocket, and turns to pay attention to his team for the first time since you walked over. 

Eventually, he decides that he does want another drink. He was so busy talking with you that he didn’t take Phoenix up on her offer to send Hangman to the bar. He doesn’t mind going to get his own drink, so he lets Phoenix know he’ll be right back and makes his way through the other patrons to get to the bar.

“Hey, Bob. Who’s the girl?” Penny asks as he walks up.

“You really do see everything that happens here don’t you?” Bob jokes, wondering how she can keep an eye on when to ring the bell, pour drinks, cash folks out, and know everything going on all at the same time. 

“Nah, she came up here and mentioned you. What’re you having? She said your next drink is on her, paid for it, and left you a note.” Penny slides a napkin across the bar with your handwriting on it. 

“Oh.” Bob can’t remember the last time a woman bought him a drink without doing it to try to impress one of the guys. “That’s nice of her. I’ll have an ale.” He says, and Penny nods and starts pouring while Bob looks down at the napkin in front of him.

It’s been a long time since high school, but Bob laughs at the sight of your handwriting. You never did have the slow, methodical, flowery handwriting that some of your other classmates had, and you were always complaining that your mom thought your handwriting needed to be more ladylike. Bob liked your handwriting, it was legible (unless you were in a real hurry), and it just seemed fitting for you in a way he doesn't think he could explain, it's just something he knows.

Of all the gin joints, yeah? This one’s on me for interrupting you and your friends. Have a good night, Lieutenant Floyd. 

Clearly, you either asked around or paid enough attention to his uniform to discern his rank. Either way, Bob feels honored. He can’t help but trace over where you signed your name, a messy heart looping over the last letter. Suddenly, he’s flashing back to yearbook signing days, watching you add that same messy heart next to every signature. 

“What, it’s classic? Sorry I love my friends, jackass.” You’d said with an eye roll as another friend complained that it looked too romantic. 

Sitting here in the Hard Deck, looking at that little heart, Bob wonders how he got lucky enough for the universe to put you back in his path. He doesn’t know if anything will come of it romantically, but even just having you around as a friend is more than enough for him. 

He doesn’t see the way that Penny watches with a smile as he delicately folds your note and puts it in his pocket for safekeeping. Thanking Penny for his drink, he heads back over towards the corner where his friends are laughing, with his mind wandering to what coffee shops in the area you might enjoy visiting with him.

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Unwrap Me-Colby Brock

(not my gif)

A/n: I just thought I'd drop this small one. I know Christmas is over, but I got sick over the break and didn't get to finish until today. So Merry Late Christmas to whoever celebrates. I kind of got this idea from an Ariana Grande song. Please relax and enjoy.

-Samantha 

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I was sitting on the couch scrolling through tik tok when I kept getting videos of girls making outfits out of wrapping paper. I just knew I had to try on Colby. I went to my room to start planning. As I was planning out how I want the outfit to look I got a call from Kat. I picked it up and smiled. " Hey Kat! What's up?" I questioned

" Hey, just wanted to chat." She said 

I nodded while cutting out the pieces for my outfit. " What are you doing?" Kat questioned 

I replied with, " You know that trend going around where everyone is creating outfits out of wrapping paper?" 

She let out a loud laugh while saying, " Don't tell me you're making one for Colby." 

I stayed silent while making the skirt. She stopped laughing. " OMG! Oh my god! You're actually being for real." 

I let out a chuckle. " Yea, I just think Colby's reaction will be amazing." She was just watching me. " Girl when you're done making it please show me." 

I nodded while continuing the skirt I'm still making. 

'time jump'

I was just about when I heard someone enter Kat's room. I glanced up to fins Sam. " Hey Sam!" I shouted 

He glanced up confused until he saw me through the phone. " Hey Y/n/n. What are you working on?" He said, wrapping his arms around Kat. 

I smiled, " Something for Colby, we'll, more for my entertainment." I said laughing at the end

He raised his eyebrows interested in the thing I was making. " Are you almost done?" Kat asked

Right as she asked I finished the very last part of the outfit. I smiled at both of them. " Done." I exclaimed 

" We'll go try it on." Kat said excitedly 

I smiled and nodded. " Be right back." I said rushing to the bathroom. I was carefully putting it on to not rip it. I heard Kat yelling through the phone. " Girl hurry, I want to see." I let out a soft chuckle while double checking that everything was perfect. I smiled, hyping myself up. I opened the door and stated...

" Okay, Are you guys ready?" 

I didn't get to hear Sam's response due to Kat screaming. " I've been ready." I let out a laugh before walking over to the phone. Kat let out a loud gasp while Sam's jaw immediately dropped. "Omg! You look so gorgeous Y/n/n." Kat said hyping me up

I felt my cheeks getting warm. " Thanks Kat." 

" Colby is going to die when he sees you." Kat stated 

I smiled when Sam smirked. " What's that face for?" He let out a chuckle before saying,"Just so you know Colby just showed up at the house."  

I felt myself panic, " What!" I whisper shouted

He just laughed at my reaction. Kat let out a small laugh before calming me down. " Y/n/n don't panic, you look stunning." I glanced at her, " You think so." 

She smiled through the phone. " Now go get your man." 

I chuckled. " Well I'll let you know how it goes." She winked, " You better." Which made me laugh, we hung up and I started hyping myself up. I took  a deep breath before calling him just to make sure he was home. 

" Hey, baby." he said 

" Hi." 

I heard him let out a chuckle. " What's up, I know you're home." 

I let out a small giggle. " I just want to make sure you are home." 

" Why?" he sounded curious 

" You know, I may or may not have a surprise for you." 

" Really!" he said 

I ignored his response to ask, " Where are you in the house?" 

" The living room." he stated 

I smiled to myself. " Stay there." 

Before he could say anything else I hung up. I took one last deep sigh before heading down the stairs. I turned on the song which made Colby laugh. " Babe, what is this?" he asked through deep chuckles 

Which only made me let out giggles. " It's your surprise, silly." I said walking down the rest of the steps. 

" Okay you ready?" I asked feeling nervous 

" Babe, what are you nervous about?" 

I let out a chuckle. " No reason, I'm coming in." 

" We'll hurry up and get your cute butt in here." 

I felt myself blush. I slowly walked in and Colby's eyes widened. I felt butterflies swarming in my stomach along with my heartbeat getting faster just from him watching me. 

Colby's POV

I was really confused when she turned music on but also kind of excited to see what she had planned. 

After I told her to get her cute butt in the room, I was getting pumped up. What I didn't expect was to see her in wrapping paper. My brain froze just watching her. I was speechless, I then listened to the lyrics and smirked. " So you want me to unwrap you?" I saw her blush which was adorable. I got up from the couch and walked over to her. I gently placed my hands on her hips and glanced up and down her body. Seeing her body covered in wrapping paper up closer was even more exciting. 

I leaned my head to her right ear and whispered. " I would love to do the honors of ripping this off you." 

I pulled back to find her staring up at me with so much love. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down to her lips. Once her lips touched mine I couldn't stop myself from going in deeper. She let out a soft groan from the feeling. I felt my hands exploring her body. I pulled away and picked her up over my shoulder. She let out a slight scream. " Colby!" 

I just chuckled and made my way to the bedroom. " What for the room cause you will be screaming my name to the whole world darling." I said 

Your POV

 I felt myself blush again from his words. I then wrapped my arms around his back so I didn't fall. " Colby..." I mumbled 

He tightened his hold on me and responded with, " Yes princess." 

I let out a nervous giggle. " Um...the paper might have torn when you picked me up." All he did was laugh, " Well it was going to come off anyway." 

The next thing I knew I was softly tossed on his bed with him leaning over me. " I can't wait to rip this off." he whispered 

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Okay, I know some of you won't like me for how I ended it, but I rather not write anything with that. I mean feel free to imagine. I know I might be robbing you guys, it's just I don't feel super comfortable writing the whole topic. 

Thank you so much for supporting me through the many years I started writing. 

-Samantha

[sunny1616]

Ready

Rafe Cameron x pregnant reader

Summary: You're about to give birth to your twin boys.

Warnings: pregnancy

"Rafe!! I think my water broke!!" You were on the phone with Rafe while in the kitchen getting a snack when all of a sudden you felt wetness down your legs. On the other end of the line you heard nothing but silence.

"WHAT NOW?!... Okay. Thats completely fine. Wooo. Oh my god its happening!!" Rafe was freaking out on the other end trying to gather himself so he could figure out what to do next.

"Rafe! Dont freak out. We both planned for this. Now, im going to-"

"Skrew the plans!!! Go sit on the couch. Stay on the line and wait for me to come home!!"

"Babe, don't worry my bag is packed and im fine. I was just going to clean myself up and change into something else. Then I'll wait for you. I'll see you soon. Just drive safely!"

"*pant* Yea. *pant* Okay. You're right. *pant* We got this. *deep breathe* hang tight for 15mins I'm coming."

"Haha yeah, we got this. Be careful! Bye!"

You end the call, then find some paper towels to toss on the wet spots on the ground. Then you go into your closet and attached master bathroom to clean up and then decide to take a quick shower since you have the time. You then put on some wideleg sweatpants and a comfy stretchy t-shirt on to go on top of your belly.

You are sitting on the floor with all your things packed in your bags for a few days in the hospital. You're doing your final checks when you hear Rafe come in behind you. You twist around to greet him, but he reaches you quick hugging you and rubbing your belly while giving multiple kisses on your temple. You hold onto his arms keeping yourself in his embrace.

"Hey baby, how are you doing? Im sorry I didn't get here sooner. Traffic was crazy. Have you already finished packin? Did you shower?!" From his surprised features, you can clearly tell that this is not going the way he thought.

"Yeah, haha. My contractions are only 15 minutes apart, and I've only had 2 so far, so i thought that i could time my shower in between. Then I just put my clothes on. Im just double-checking all this stuff, i already know we have everything. All that's left is your stuff, and you getting ready. Then heading to the hospital!! Im excited!! But also nervous, haha." You take his silence as shock and relief and how great your doing.

"I'm glad you're all ready to go. I guess ill just change and get this stuff in the car. You just relax, ill do the rest. We'll be in the hospital right away." He then meets your lips with a kiss and gets up and heads to the closet.

"You don't need to rush! Hospital protocal usually says that we should go in when contractions are only 5mins apart. So we still have time! You can shower if you want!"

"You're amazing, you know that? I still say we go before it reaches that point since you're having twins!" He then pops out of the closet after changing and then picks up the packed luggage and carries it downstairs.

"True true. But baby, where's your stuff? i couldn't find it in the closet?" You say loudly so he can hear you from downstairs.

"It's already in the car. I've had my hospital bag in there for a few days now. Don't come downstairs yet! I'll come get you!" You roll your eyes at that. But are so happy that everything is happening at a smooth pace. You then go to get up to find your sweater and Rafe gets back upstairs and is at the door.

"Ready?" He smiles at you.

"More than ever!" You give him the biggest grin.

He then leads you down the stairs, which you admit feels safer with his since you can barely see the steps under your belly.

Rafe then gets you into the shotgun seat of the car and gives you a kiss. He gets around to the other side and starts driving to the hospital. You have a contraction on a red light. But a few handsqeezes with Rafe and controlled breathing exercises get you through.

Once at the hospital reception desk. The nurse explains the paper work and gets you into a wheelchair and helps you to your room.

You then change into your delivery attire and are set into the bed with all the monitors and equipment. This is very real now.

The doctor comes every 2hrs and after 10hrs finally notifies you about your progression and tells you to start pushing.

"You're doing so good, sweetie. One more, you got this!" He's right there by your side giving holding your hand and the back of your neck. During a push, he helps you reach a deeper crunch by supporting your back.

After what feels like hours of pushing. You finally get the first baby out.

Authors note: should i do a pt2? Ive written past this point 3 times now but everytime i save, my progress keeps vanishing!😫 I'll only do it if anyone wants lol. Otherwise i hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💗

[rooster-the-love-of-my-life]

Hey! I was wondering if I could request something angsty and fluffy with Maverick. Maybe Mav and the reader having a very tender romantic moment somewhere in public and then the reader’s friends casually see them and recognize the reader and the start making rude comments about Mav and their age gap but the reader comforts Mav and tells him that she loves him and she doesn’t want anyone else:) it’s fine if you don’t want to! Thanks!

Hello, my love. I am so so so so so sorry for replying a lifetime late. I just wasn't feeling it and tbh i didn't even see this ask till like a few minutes ago. So a) thank you for asking b) i'm sorry for being so late and c) enjoy!!!

"I don't care what they think or say about you Mav. I love you and you love me, that is all we'll ever need." You tried to reassure him, tell him everything is alright but it just wasn't working.

You had gone out for a date to a small restaurant just outside the base, hoping to catch a few private moments, when you noticed a few of your friends were also there. You were about to go up to them and say hi but while approaching them you heard somethings you were never meant to hear.

"Did you see how old he looks?" One of them whispered as the rest nodded their heads and added further.

"I know she's not with him for the money, he's a captain foe god's sake, how much can they make anyway?"

"And she's defiantly not with him for the sex. I'm sure grandpa can't even get it up. God knows why she's with him."

All of the giggled like high school girls, continuing to make fun of you and your boyfriend. This was nothing new to you, they had expressed their disapproval of your boyfriend and his age many time before. But what really hurt you was that he had heard what they were sying about him as well.

After that, you both finished you dinner and started to go back home. The silence in the car was deafening, you could see on his face, what the said had hurt, but you didn't know what to say to him. Upon reaching home, he quickly went to the bathroom, still not saying another word and locked himself there for a long time before finally coming out.

"Mav, I'm so sorry for what they said." You started, jumping up on your feet the moment he came out. "I didn't think they could ever be so mean. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." He whispered softly, sitting down on your bed.

"No, it's not. They shouldn't have been saying things like that. They're my friends, were my friends, and you are the man I love. They can't just disrespect you like that.'

"It's not really disrespecting when what they're saying is true." It broke your heart to see him like this.

"I don't care what they think about you. I love you and you love me, that's all we'll ever need."

"It's not enough is it?" He finally spoke after a long pause. "They're your friends and if they think all that stuff about me, god know what your family thinks."

"My family loves you Mav!" You argued. "I love you, I don't give a flying fuck what they think or don't think about you. At the end of the day, it's you who I love, it's you who I come home to, it's your who loves me. That is the truth, and that is all I'll ever need."

It took him some time to process what you had just said, not being used to so much love. After a while, he wrapped his arms around you waist, pulled you closer, buried his face in your neck and slowly whispered-

"I love you."

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[steviewashere]

How many of you would be interested in a Stranger Things + Five Nights at Freddy's crossover/fusion where Steve and Robin are the new night guards for Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria?

Here's some random mostly dialogue only scenes that I've just thought of. (So they're subject to change.) If you want some persuasion.

The first being when they get their uniforms.

Robin: "Is our uniform purple? I'd take the sailor uniforms any day over these...monstrosities."

Steve: "Say what you want, I think the color's nice." He bats his eyes at Robin. "See? Really brings out my eyes."

Robin: Shoves Steve away by his face. "You're the most vain guy I've ever met."

Steve: "Thanks, it comes with the hair."

And then on the first night, listening to the phone call.

Phone Guy: "Uh, they used to be allowed to walk during the day too, but then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-it's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"

Robin: "I...I don't think that's true. I think if something took a bite outta your brain, you'd die. Are we gonna die?"

Steve: (Ignoring Robin) "The Bite of '87? We had better names for the shit in Hawkins. What a bunch of baloney."

Robin: Smacks Steve in the chest. "This is serious!"

Steve: "I'll take it seriously when they aren't telling me that the robots can move around. Y'really think that those big hunks of metal are able to move? Please."

And when one of the robots shows up at the doors.

Steve: "Holy shit..."

Robin: Clutching her chest, just pressed the door close button. "Yeah, holy shit."

Steve: "First the Mormons and now killer robots? Dude, Utah sucks." He clicks the light button, is able to see the shadow of the robot still at their door. "Is it bad to say that I prefer being beat up by Russian spies over this?"

Robin: "Steve."

Steve: "What?! You know you'd prefer it, too!"

Robin: "I'm practically on my knees begging you to take this seriously."

Steve: "I'm taking this seriously." Robin raises her eyebrows at him. "I am! It's not my fault that their near-death experiences are lamer than anything in Hawkins."

Robin: "Oh my god, I'm gonna die with a moron."

Steve: "You wouldn't change it, though. Admit it, Robs, you like me being around."

Robin: "I hope the bunny gets you first."

They make it through the first night, sitting in the front seats of Steve's car.

Steve: "So..."

Robin: "We're not showing up tomorrow night, right?"

Steve: "I mean..."

Robin: "The pay's not even good! Definitely not good enough to risk our lives!"

Steve: "We should give it the rest of the week and then...y'know, after we get our checks, if we hate it? We'll quit. For sure."

They make it through the week. Pink slips and paychecks in their hands.

Steve: "Good riddance."

Robin: "Yeah, good riddance." She looks at her pink slip finally. "Hey, what's your pink slip say for reason of firing?"

Steve: Squinting at his paper. "Umm...tampering with robots. Like I'd know how to fuck with those things." He huffs, crumpling his slip. "What does yours say?"

Robin: "Mine just says that I was too loud." Steve dryly snorts. "That's bullshit. I didn't deserve to be fired for that! You can't even fire somebody for their...their noise volume!"

Steve: Turns to Robin with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, did you want to keep working here?"

Robin: "I mean, no! But this is bull!"

Steve: "You're ridiculous. You're absolutely fucking ridiculous." She rolls her eyes at him. He looks down at his uniform shirt, now putting his attention elsewhere. "This really is a nice shade of purple, y'know. You think I'd get in trouble for keeping it?"

Robin: Flabbergasted. "I'm ridiculous?"

Steve: "It brings out my eyes!"

Robin: Scoffs. "Can we get the fuck out of here? This place still sucks."

Steve: "Milkshakes?"

Robin: "Milkshakes."

[willalove75]

hi, i hope you know that you're one of my favourite fanfic writers when it comes to lady dimitrescu x reader! can I request something angsty? i just want something to cry about. can you do a fic where lady dimitrescu insists on taking care of a stubborn y/n after finding out that y/n has an incurable illness, but then it's too late because the reader is on her death bed? I love your works so much! 💖✨

AW thank you SO much!!!💕

I love this request and I already know it's going to be heartbreaking.

LETS GET SAD!

Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI

Tags: death, sickness, grieving

A/n: I cried writing this so you're welcome😅😂

It started off slowly, you woke up most mornings still tired even after a full nights rest, your legs started to feel weak, your nose sprung a leak a few times. You thought you were just run down and didn't think much of it.

You didn't think there were any problems until Alcina fed from you for the first time in awhile after a night of passionate love making.

The moment your blood touched her tongue she pulled away.

"Draga,"

"What? What's the matter?" Her eyes were wide and filled with fear. "Alci, what's wrong?"

"Your blood." Her breathing was becoming labored and her hands started to tremble.

"Baby, what's wrong-"

"Have you been feeling okay? Has something been wrong?"

"I've been fine, a little more tired than usual, my legs have been tired, but nothing massive, nothing really concerning. I've just been run down. Why? Alcina, what's wrong?"

"There's something wrong with your blood."

"What?"

"The taste, it's not right. Somethings wrong, draga."

"What's wrong? What do you mean it doesn't taste right?"

"I- I can't explain it, like there's something in your blood. Like it's sick," you see a lightbulb go off in her head and her eyes fill with tears as she looks down at you. "it's sick. Your blood is sick draga mea."

You move to sit up and you realize the pillowcase underneath you is stuck to you. It's soaked in blood.

"Oh gods, shit." Alcina mutters before flying into the bathroom and running out with gauze and bandages. You rarely hear her curse so you know she's really freaked out when she does. "Have your wounds had trouble closing lately?" She asks as she bandages you up.

"I mean, I don't think so. I got a papercut the other day and it bleed for like, maybe thirty minutes? But I just thought it was a deep cut. I didn't think much of it."

"Damnit." She says, wiping away tears.

"Hey, hey, come here." You say, pulling her down into you. "It's okay, everything is going to be okay."

The way Alcina was reacting was definitely scaring you a little, but you were never going to admit that to her, or yourself.

"We are going to the city first thing tomorrow morning to get you looked at."

"Why? There's a physician in the village-"

"No. The physicians are better in the city and they have better equipment and the latest technology. Do not argue with me, my word is final."

"Okay, okay, we'll go in the morning. Just lay down, relax. Everything is going to be okay, alright?"

The two of you lay in each others arms in silence for some time. You can feel her warm tears falling against your chest and you run your hands through her hair and kiss the top of her head.

"What's the matter, love?"

"I'm scared, draga." She whispers.

"How bad was it?"

"It was bad."

As dramatic as Alcina could be at times, you knew when it came to medical stuff she was level headed. She had a lot of knowledge and experience in all of her years and when she gave someone a preliminary diagnosis before they could see the doctor, she was usually right.

Fear creeped into your chest at her response. If she's saying it was bad, then it was bad.

The next morning Alcina woke you up and helped you get dressed. You were more than capable of doing it yourself but you know that she was worried so you let her help. As you're about to head downstairs she lifts you up and carries you.

"Love, I can walk."

Alcina says nothing and tightens her grip on you and brings you out to the carriage.

The ride to the city was oddly silent. Alcina stared out the window almost the entire time. You could see the worry on her face, that she was teetering on the edge of a downward spiral.

"Hey," you say, grabbing her hand that's tightly clenched in her lap. "look at me." She slowly shifts her gaze towards you and meets your eyes. "Whatever happens, we'll be okay. We'll figure it out, okay?"

Her eyes begin to tear up again and she wipes the ones that escape as she looks away. You decide to crawl into her lap, cuddling into her and resting your head on her chest. She wraps her arms around you and rests her cheek against the top of your head. You can hear her heart pounding away inside of her chest with anxiety and fear.

After arriving at the office you have to convince Alcina to let you walk on your own and she reluctantly lets you.

Alcina refuses to leave your side for a moment, even when you're going through your testing. Usually these tests can take weeks to get the results of, but with enough lei and a threatening stare from Alcina, they said they should have most of the results in a few hours.

The day seemed to drag on for hours but finally the results were in. The doctor sat across from the two of you at his desk and Alcina gripped your hand as tight as she could without hurting you. The moment you looked into his eyes, you knew Alcina was right. It was bad, really bad. You were dying and there wasn't much they were able to do. He talked about some experimental treatments that were available that could buy you more time, but not much.

Alcina froze at the news. Her breathing was so shallow you could barely see the rise and fall of her chest. A crack echoed through the room and you realize that she cracked the wooden arm of the chair she was holding onto with her other hand.

"So you're saying, there's nothing to be done?" Her voice has no emotion in it, like it was stone.

"Nothing that can cure it, no. I'm sorry."

"How much time?" You ask as tears fill your eyes.

He tells you it could be as long as a year, but more than likely less.

Alcina quickly stands and sends the chair she was in flying backwards. She looks down at you and opens her mouth to speak but no words come out. You know she has to get out of here, that she's trying to keep the beast inside of her tamed but she's losing control. Looking back at her with understanding eyes, she leaves the room without saying a word and you hear her footsteps quickly retreating down the hall.

The doctor looks at you with both confusion and fear. It's not like the rumors of the village and the castle haven't spread to local cities such as this. That's probably why you were able to be seen and get your results to quickly. No one wanted to find out if the rumors were true or not.

A few minutes later you hear a scream that shakes the building and the sounds of people in the streets screaming. You lower your head for a moment, trying to keep your heart from shattering in your chest before walking over to the window. Outside you see Alcina, her dragon form flying through the air, pained screams echoing through the streets. She flies off towards the woods and you lose control of the tears you were keeping at bay.

The doctor gave you a folder with your results and the few treatment options you had available as the sound of trees being knocked down and thrown echo in the distance. When you were finished you had the carriage drop you off at the edge of the forest and you followed the heart-shattering cries of your wife until you found her uprooting trees and destroying everything in sight.

You could tell she was losing steam because her movements were slowed and she wasn't throwing trees nearly as far as you knew she could. Carefully approaching, she turned towards you when she heard your heartbeat and the beast screamed at you, begging you to stay away. But you couldn't, you wouldn't.

As you walked up to her, you placed a hand on one of the jaws of her dragon and leaned your head against it.

"I'm so sorry." You whispered to her as tears fell.

Soon after the beast began to crumble away into dust your wife fell to her knees in the debris. You pulled the robe you took from the carriage - that was kept for moments just like this when she returns from her beast form - around her bare shoulders and pried her hands away from her tear stained face. She pulled you into her, bringing you as close as you could be without being squished, and sobbed. You wrapped your arms around her neck and sobbed into her as well.

The two of you stayed there for who knows how long, only parting when neither of you had any tears left to cry. The sun had sunk below the mountains some time ago and you and Alcina walked through the dark forest back to the carriage with your hearts shattered in your chests.

Hearing that news was dreadful but what you dreaded more was telling the girls, your daughters, that you were dying. They were worried all day when they realized the two of you left early in the morning and hadn't come home. When you finally arrived home they knew something was terribly wrong the second they heard yours and Alcina's heartbeats.

To say they were devastated was an understatement. Daniela clung to for dear life as she sobbed hysterically, Bela held tightly onto her mother and Cassandra immediately flew into the dungeon and started throwing things around in anger.

The following weeks were somber, it was hard for the girls to look at you without crying or getting angry. Everyone, including yourself, went through periods of unbridled anger and sadness. But after a few weeks you all decided to try and enjoy the time you had left while you were still able to move around and be with them.

That however, didn't stop Alcina from trying to do everything for you.

"Love, please, I can do it." You say as you were doing your hair for the day.

"No, let me." She says, moving your hands away.

"Alcina, please." You sigh. "Please let me do it while I still can."

You know she was only trying to help but she was also smothering you a little and you wanted to be able to do as much as you could on your own before you were no longer able to.

"I'm sorry." She says as she drops her hands to your shoulders.

"It's okay my love. I know." You look up at her and she leans down, placing a tender kiss on your lips.

You were still able to do most things on your own but you were losing weight steadily and becoming weaker. As a family you decided to try one of the more promising experimental treatments. You realized quickly it wasn't working as effectively as it should have and the side effects outweighed the effectiveness so you decided to stop it. Even if it bought you more time, it wouldn't have been much and you would have been too sick from the treatment to enjoy spending what little time you had left with your family.

"Please, draga, let me help." Alcina says as you pull a few weeds from the garden.

"Well that bed needs weeding too, love." You say with a smile knowing damn well that's not what she meant.

Alcina rolls her eyes at you.

"I don't want you to exhaust yourself."

"I'm already exhausted Alcina."

"That's not what I mean." She says, crossing her arms over her chest.

You stand up and brush some of the dirt off of you and look up at her. You place your hand the side of her thighs, since you only come up to about her hip when she's standing, and her hand cradles the back of your head.

"I know, but I'm okay, I promise. I promise I won't over exert myself, okay?"

Alcina huffs in response and bends down to be closer to your level.

"I know I can be overbearing but I worry for you, draga."

"I know you do baby. It's okay."

She pulls you into her arms and you nuzzle into her neck. You try to enjoy the comfort of the moment but in the back of your mind you can't help but think if this is one of the last times you'll be able to hold her. Alcina will never say it out loud, but she's thinking the exact same thing.

Weeks turn into months and you grow weaker and weaker but you're still as stubborn as ever. Still refusing help, even if it takes you twice as long to do something. As long as you can do it - whatever it is - you're going to do it.

"Where are you going? You should be in bed resting, draga." Alcina says after she walks into the room.

"I'm just going to walk around the courtyard a bit."

"Draga-"

"Alcina, I've been in bed all day, I want to get some fresh air, stretch my legs a little. I'll be careful, I promise."

Alcina wants to fight you on this, she wants to pin you down in bed and make sure you stay there. But the two of you decided arguing over it isn't making anything any easier and it's only tainting the time you have left together. The two of you agreed, as long as you can confidently do something, you can do it until you can't any longer.

With a heavy sigh Alcina kneels down to your level and pulls you in for a hug.

"I love you, draga." She says before she kisses your cheek and goes to stand up.

You pull her back down and she follows, surprised when your lips capture hers. Since your illness has gotten worse the two of you haven't had much of a sex life, but when you have that burst of energy you take it for all it's worth.

Your kisses morph from passionate to desperate to frenzied and Alcina scoops you up and brings you to the bed. Within a minute both of you are stripped naked and are making love to each other. Your tiny body has always seemed so frail under Alcina's, but now it's even more so. Alcina uses extra caution but she's still able to unravel you underneath her as you cry out her name. She insists that you don't have to reciprocate but before she can protest you're between her legs, worshiping her like the goddess she is.

The walk around the courtyard can wait until tomorrow.

Things began to make a turn for the worst one day as you're walking across the castle lawn. It was a beautiful sunny day and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Your legs felt shaky but they usually do for the first few minutes of your walks. Today they felt shakier than normal but you tried to keep going but after a few minutes they gave out from under you and you collapsed onto the ground.

"Mamă!" Daniela screams when she sees you fall.

She rushes to your side and Alcina runs out of the house.

"Draga! Draga mea are you okay?" Alcina cries.

"I'm okay, my legs just gave out, it's fine."

"Come, lets get you inside." Alcina says as she scoops you up and brings you to the bedroom.

The three girls cuddle around you, Daniela curled up into your chest crying.

"Shh, it's okay honey, I'm okay, I promise. I'm not hurt."

"It's not okay!" She cries. "None of this is okay!"

"I know, I know." You say, holding back tears.

"Nu te pot pierde mamă." (I can't lose you mom)

You never really learned Romanian so you're not sure what she said, but whatever it was caused a sob to erupt from Alcina. She quickly covered her mouth and turned away. She always hated when the girls saw her cry.

"Mamă, vino culcă-te cu noi. Avem nevoie de tine. Mama are nevoie de tine." Bela says, reaching out for her mother. (Mom, come lay with us. We need you. Mom needs you)

Alcina joins the four of you and wraps her long arm around all of you, holding everyone close. The sound of sniffling filled the air as everyone shed their tears.

"I'm so sorry girls." You whisper. "I wish it wasn't like this."

That day was a turning point, things only kept getting worse. You were getting weaker but you were still stubborn and tried to do everything yourself. You didn't want to admit that doing basic things, like getting dressed or showering, were becoming increasingly difficult to do alone.

Not long after you were no longer able to get out of bed on your own and you knew your days were really numbered.

Alcina was so desperate she even called Mother Miranda to see if there was anything she could do. That maybe you can get the cadou and it would save you. It was the only avenue you didn't try, the only chance you had left. Mother Miranda took a few vials of your blood back to her lab to see if it would be compatible but called a few days later saying the cadou mutated uncontrollably when exposed to your blood and it wouldn't save you, it would only kill you. Not that it was a necessary detail, but she mentioned that it would be a far more gruesome and painful death than the one you were already experiencing which caused Alcina to throw her desk across the room in anger.

Your days were limited, and there was nothing you could do. You were dying, and your immortal family couldn't do anything but sit there and watch.

The girls spent every moment possible with you at your bedside. It broke your heart seeing how broken the girls were over all of this.

You knew that they would all outlive you, but you thought you had a few more decades left with them. In less than a year you went from totally healthy to your deathbed. The whiplash you got from thinking about it almost drove you crazy.

Alcina was with you, every day and every night. She hired someone to take over the vineyard and wine production so she could care for you full time. You were grateful, but you hoped she wouldn't let them take it over forever. Once you were gone, once the worst of the grieving was over, she needed to go back to work. She was a business woman, she always had to be doing something. You worried about what was going to happen to her after you left.

You could feel death creeping its way closer to you each day. At first you tried to fight it off but eventually, you stopped fighting. You just couldn't anymore. Death didn't scare you, truthfully you weren't scared at all. But your heart was broken knowing how devastated your family would be when you finally take your last breaths.

On your last day the girls and Alcina spent all day in bed with you. You did your best to shower them in as much love and kisses as you could physically manage. You knew you weren't going to make it through the night. When nighttime fell, the girls all gave you a teary goodnight, just in case you weren't there when they woke up in the morning.

Alcina was fussing with something and you reached your hand out towards her.

"Alcina." Your voice was barely a whisper now, it had been like that for a few days.

She turns towards you and dropped whatever she had in her hands and it fell to the ground. Alcina crawled into bed next to you and wrapped her arms around you. Both of you knew this was the end.

"I love you." You said.

"I love you so much draga mea." She said through tears.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay draga, it's okay. I love you, I love you so much. Rest my love. Rest."

"I'll be waiting for you, I promise." Alcina buried her head into your neck and cried as your breaths slowed. "I love you Alcina. I love you."

"I'll love you forever, draga mea."

Those were the last words you heard before your eyes closed and a warm light took over.

They buried you in the gardens under your favorite tree.

It took time, a long time, but things in the castle began to return to normal. As normal as it could when they was such a huge piece of everyone's lives missing. Eventually laughter rang out through the halls and even though it hurt, the girls and Alcina were able to smile again.

You were able to watch over them and you visited Alcina in her dreams as often as you could. As the years went on your visits lessened but you were still with them every day.

One fateful winter day a man entered the castle. He was elusive and sneaky and you knew he was trouble. Alcina sent the girls after him. Bela was the first one to die. When she arrived she seemed confused but immediately ran into your arms.

"Mamă, mi-ai fost dor de tine." (Mom, I missed you.)

He killed Cassandra next and you and Bela were there to greet her.

"Tu ești, nu-mi vine să cred că ești tu, mamă." (It's you, I can't believe it's you, mom.)

Alcina locked Daniela in the library to protect her but that wretched man-thing was able to get in. It pained you knowing he was slaughtering your family but you were happy that you were here to greet them so they wouldn't be alone.

"MAMI! Mi-a fost dor de tine mamă, mi-a fost atât de dor de tine." Daniela said as she ran into your arms. (MOMMY! I missed you mom, I missed you so much.)

You and the girls rested as you kept an eye out for Alcina. Your heart broke for her. In just a few hours she lost every one of her children, the things she loved more than anything in the world. Even you came second to them.

Alcina found Ethan in the Tower of Worship and when he stabbed her with the dagger of deaths flowers, white-hot pain like lightening shot through her body. She wasn't able to contain the beast any longer. Truthfully, she didn't want to.

She wanted that man dead, he took what was most precious to her away. Her girls. Her babies.

"How dare you talk about saving your daughter after you murdered mine!" She screams.

The poison from the dagger was coursing through her veins. Her regeneration abilities ceased and she was growing weaker by the minute. She needed blood but couldn't seem to get him.

Alcina tried her hardest, she fought tooth and nail but in the end, the man won.

"Damn you Winters!" She screams as the ceiling of the tower caves in.

You watch as she plummets to her death, your heart aches knowing she's in so much pain but you know she'll be in your arms soon.

The girls stay behind as you go to greet Alcina. She walks around the castle with confusion on her face and her hand over the spot where the man stabbed her. You stand there for a minute just watching her before she sees you.

The air rushes out of Alcina's lungs the moment she spots you. Her eyes begin to fill with tears and you take a few steps forward.

"Draga," she whispers. "you're, you're here?"

"Welcome home, my love."

You close the distance between the two of you and she reaches out a trembling hand and gently cups your face. She's worried that you'll disappear the moment she makes contact with you. The moment she feels the warmth of your cheek against her skin she wraps her arms around you tight. There's still a height difference between the two of you, but not nearly as great as it once was.

Tears flow from Alcina's eyes as she buries her face into your neck and you hold onto the back of her head, your fingers tangling in her hair.

"I missed you iubirea mea, I missed you so much." She cries.

"I missed you too my love. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I left, I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you."

"None of that matters, you're here now."

Alcina pulls back and cups your face, brining you in for a deep kiss.

"Mother!" The girls yell in unison as they run towards the two of you.

Alcina pulls away and snaps her head in the direction of the girls.

"My girl! My beautiful daughters." More tears fall as she wraps her arms around the three of them. "You're all here. All of you, you're all here."

She pulls you into the hug and the girls cuddle up to the two of you.

"My loves. All of my loves." Alcina says. "I finally have you all back."

[dead-dolphins]

Hey everyone! Welcome to my fic masterlist! I’m so glad you’re here, and before you start exploring, there are a few things I’d like to share with you:

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Happy reading!

──✦ Through the Night — One shoot. Canon divergence AU. Cabin fic.

It’s through the night when Eren’s mind doesn’t stop thinking while his hands don’t stop tracing the profile of the sleeping woman who rests at his side. The boy loses his faith and sinks alone. And it’s through the night too when Mikasa's sweet touch calms his demons. “We'll be free. The two of us, just wait”.

──✦ White Mustang — One shoot. Modern Au. Smut.

At a party packed with wealthy people, Mikasa is too bored to try to function with the dynamics of that environment. Just when everyone seems to be minding their own business, someone suggests her to illegally escape, even if it is just for a few moments. Destiny? The Mustang car parked in the empty back lot.

──✦ Snowdrops— One shoot. Canon divergence AU. Cabin fic.

Eren lifts his gaze green as the summer forest to meet Mikasa's pearly sparkling eyes. How lovely she is, he quickly thinks. "You can join us looking for snowdrops next Christmas. This time we'll wait for you. I promise." He nods with small tears of affection accumulating in the lines of his eyes. He likes that beautiful feeling. "Of course. We will."

──✦ Accidentally in Love — One shoot. Modern AU. Goth Eren & Normie Mikasa.

"She's so pretty, she's outstanding everywhere, and she also studies a difficult degree. Meanwhile, just look at me! I haven't left my goth stage since I was a teenager! I'm a complete disaster!" When a goth boy finds himself smitten with a cute girl (who happens to be his best friend), he's faced with a challenge: overcoming his shyness to ask her out on a date.

──✦ Love is a War — One shoot. Greek AU. Ares & Aphrodite retelling.

Just when the warrior thinks the girl will walk silently away, she turns around, dazzling him with her grey gaze. He quickly concludes that her eyes are not like stars. They are like distant galaxies in the universe that shine brightly, like sparks produced by the clash of the metal of two swords. “My name is Mikasa.” She looks up at him with the corners of her lips turned up, her cupid's bow so deep and so… captivating. “The goddess of love and beauty… or so they say.” “Eren,” he says, introducing himself, after a few seconds that taste like an eternity. “God of war.” In which the God of War falls madly in love with the goddess of love.

──✦ I apologise if you feel something — Short multi/chapter fic. Modern AU. OG Metalhead Eren.

“Maybe we could make it, you know… more private.” Mikasa thinks about it for a few moments. It isn’t a secret that Eren usually has one night standing with his fans. If she agrees, she knows that she’ll become part of a seemingly long list. As much as Eren, the vocalist of “The Rumbling” is the boy she has had a crush on for quite some time, is it worthy being on that list? Maybe, just maybe... yes.

──✦ don't ask, don't tell — One shoot. Modern AU. Mikasa/Eren/Mikasa

“We can make you feel better, you need it.” One of them tells him with her tender tinkle voice. “You've been so lonely lately, haven't you?” “Don't think about it too much, Eren.” The other girl demands with a fearless tone. “You need us.” Eren could have pushed them away, he could have finally run away, because he never told either of them his name. However, he closes his eyes and lets them put a pill on his tongue that he swallows with pleasure. Then, everything goes black…

──✦ All He Ever Wanted — One shoot. Modern AU. Inspired in Around the corner by ili-akkaman.

The day his nose met the strength of her fist smoothly transformed into days riddled with secret kissing in the same house as Carla and Faye; behind the curtains, in the kitchen, or in the garage. Dating secretly from Levi, only around the corner from Mikasa’s house, with the significant risk of being discovered at any time. Yet when they were alone, all the prior tricks they did with fidgety hands fissioned and burst into something wonderful. They invariably ended up rubbing together, tangled up on Eren's mattress of soiled sheets, utterly disregarding Mikasa's curfew.

──✦ Scarlet — Ficlet. Canon divergence AU. Scarlet With inspired.

And at that moment, it all became crystal clear to her. The four years of bliss, the cabin in the mountains, and the unborn child were nothing more than a long dream that had finally reached its end. Welcome to the real world, Mikasa.

──✦ The Promised Princess — Longfic. Medieval fantasy AU. aka Lord Eren & Princess Mikasa. ONGOING

“I'm not sure how to describe it to you, but I saw you, Mikasa, in the deepest of my wolf dreams, I saw you. It makes me think that perhaps… Perhaps we were always meant to be together.” When the last rays of summer kiss the lands of the Seven Kingdoms, a spring-born princess is betrothed to a Winterlord. With small traces of an immemorial connection between dreams, they will soon realise that it is not simply the promise of a king that has drawn them together.

──✦ Chemical Hype Boy — Longfic. Modern AU. aka Actor Eren & Idol Mikasa. ONGOING

“I’ve reached a point where I can’t even picture a life without you anymore, let alone breathe. You’ve taken over my world, become my everything... My foolish heart? It’s not mine; it’s yours—all yours to take and hurt if you want, Mikasa.”  Everyone knows that A-list actor Eren Yeager hates idols. Yet his life is abruptly disturbed when he meets Mikasa, a top idol who has trained with blood, sweat, and tears to find her spot on stage—being him her biggest inspiration. A relationship, tinged with flavours of secrecy, ignites between them. But can it last when their not-so-similar worlds threaten to keep them apart?

FLOWERS SERIES — Set of one-shots inspired by the eremika cabin with an accidental pregnancy.

──✦ Growing Flowers — One shoot. Canon divergence AU. Cabin fic.

You know, we never did get married.” “I didn’t think it mattered to you,” she answers. “Honestly, I feel like we’ve been married for a long time already.” Eren’s laughter, though somewhat strained, rings out as if he’s made an effort to do it. “Well, you’re right about that,” he concedes. “I’ve been married to you since I met you. But if you need a ring…” He reaches into his pants pocket and retrieves two wedding rings, their origin a mystery known only to him. “Here, this is for you.” “Eren…” Mikasa’s voice trembles, and she fights to keep her composure. She doesn't want to break down. She should not. She must not. She cannot. “Thank you,” she says instead, allowing him to place the wedding ring on her finger. Yet Mikasa secretly believes that the red scarf serving as the baby pillow in the basket is her true wedding ring. Months after their daring escape from the ravages of war, two soldiers find themselves confronting the bitter reality that the dreams they once held dear still persist. Flowers grow in Mikasa's belly, and Eren does nothing but cultivate them until his last breath.

──✦ Blooming Flowers — One shoot. Canon divergence AU. Epistolary sequel to Growing Flowers.

Please, when my time comes, wait for me on the other side and hold my hand, Eren. Rest assured that I will recognize you instantly, I always did, and I always will. Perhaps, there, we can live a long and happy life together. Wouldn’t it be wonderful? Now and always yours, The girl who never gave up on you, Mikasa. Mikasa grieves by writing letters to her most beloved, recounting the events that have unfolded since he went away.

──✦ Whitered Flowers — One shoot. Canon divergence AU. Epistolary Sequel to Blooming Flowers.

Thank you for the life you have lived, for the strength you have shown, and for the love that has never faded. You are, and always will be, the most extraordinary girl I have ever known. Our journey together is far from over; it is simply moving to a new and beautiful chapter. You and I, Mikasa, we will be eternal. Lovingly yours, The boy who sought freedom, The one who loves you the most, Your husband, Your man, Eren. PS: I am waiting for you on the other side and trust me, I am ready to hold your hand. In the afterlife, Eren responds to his most beloved's letters.

──✦ Dark Knight — Oneshoot. Medieval AU. aka Knight Eren & Crown Princes Mikasa.

“I need a child,” she states bluntly. “My husband is unable to provide one, so I’m compelled to explore other options. I, um…” Mikasa’s voice wavers for a moment, but she clears her throat, summoning her strength. “I wish for you to father a child with me.” “So you would have me as your whore?” Eren interrupts, his voice laced with an undercurrent of menace. The rawness of his words strikes her like a frigid wind, stealing the breath from her lungs. Naturally, he would think of this as a calamity to his chivalry; surely, in this moment of humiliation, he feels no shame in hurling insults her way. The Crown Princess is desperate for an heir, and who better to fulfil this need than her devoted Dark Knight?

UPDATED: 23/11/24

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hey can you write a story about Gavi buying the reader a gift for their anniversary. Where Gavi and the reader are both going shopping for one another and end up getting the same thing for the other. It ends up to be a cute moment when they open their presents and realise how compatible they are. Thanks, hope you have a nice day :))

A very belated birthday fic for our favorite golden bird boy✨💖

Soulmate Thing -P.G6

Summary: As your third anniversay hits, it's time to buy some gifts for your loved one

"You don't need to buy me anything, lindo"

"You also don't need to buy me anything, princesa"

"Then why are we doing this?" He laughs

"We think the other deserves a gift no matter what"

"Oh god, we are so cute" You smile hearing his laugh

"We are" His grip on your hand tightened as you leaned into his clothed arm "Ok, this is where we split now, we get our things and met at the KFC?" He asked as you nod smiling.

Your anniversary is in two days but you wanted to buy Pablo's gift now and eventually since he had a day off today after non-stop four working days, all he wanted was to be with you.

And if that meant, going around the mall, buying gifts for you and then spend the rest of the day together, he was going to do it.

"Yep, that's it" You smile nodding "See you in two hours, lindo" You leaned up to your tippy toes and kissed his lips quickly before he grabbed a hold of your waist and kissed you this time a little longer

"The longest two hours of my life" He sighed with a smile

"No seas dramático" (Don't be such a dramatic) You smiled "Dos horas se van así..." (Two hours pass by like this...) You snapped your fingers and kissed his cheek smiling.

"Te quiero mucho, mi niña hermosa" You smiled widely at his words and at the way he hugged you tightly against him

"Y yo a ti, amor" You peck his lips before getting out of his hold "Vamos... The sooner we end this, the quicker we'll get home" and with that you started walking

Pablo had been recently talking about a teddy bear he used to have when he was a baby but sadly lost at the park, how much it meant to him and how he hadn't been able to find another one like he had.

You, being the good girlfriend you are and knowing your baby deserved everything he wanted, you had "stolen" (It was more of an you had asked Belén for a baby Pablo pic with said teddy and she had happily sent you a bunch of pics. One of those, that you had made as your lockscreen recently) a pic of Pablo and said teddy.

Looking up at it you smiled seeing they had it on stock and went to get one, that's how you get here. His teddy was your first stop, then to the Apple store and then to the flower shop to confirm your bouquet for him and made it as well, after that you decided to go to KFC where you will be meeting, seeing he was already there and ordering something for the two of you.

You went behind his back and wrapped your arms around him, he quickly reacted by looking down at your hands and relaxed seeing they were yours. He leaned more into you.

"Hope you got the 12 pieces chicken service along with a coca cola because I'm starving" You spoke with your lips on his cheek before placing a kiss there

"I'm breaking my diet for you" He said after turning his head to you and give you a kiss on your lips, letting go of your hands before trying to stand up but you quickly moved to pull your own chair out winning a quick glare from Pablo.

You stuck your tongue out jokingly "Lindo"

"Preciosa" He called back as you blush and settle yourself in the chair pushing the gifts down at your feet

"Tonto" (Silly)

"Te amo" He said as you smile sending him a kiss

"¿Te dijo más o menos cuánto tiempo se tardaría? Muero de hambre" (Did he told you how much time it would take? I'm starving)

"Te amo"

"Lo sé" (I know) You replied giggly "Did he told you-?"

"Te amo"

"¡Joder, y yo a ti!" He smiled proudly before nodding

"Dentro de unos 10 minutos máximo" (In about ten minutes tops) He replied pushing himself forward with his elbows on the table, you mirrored him "What did you got me?"

"It's a surprise, you'll soon find out!" You smirked as his smile dropped giving you a look "Mi amor, una sorpresa no es sorpresa si sabes qué es" (Love, a surprise isn't a surprise if you know what it is)

"And here I was, about to say what I got for you" You laughed hard

"Eres hermoso"

"Y tú más, which makes us a beautiful couple" He shrugged his shoulders a bit "Why so many bags? Seriously what did you get me?"

"Just four lil things, the rest are for me" You laughed at his face "I just bought some new snickers, a pair of cargos, a new mousepad because the one I had did all it's work... And books!" You got Hush Hush out of its bag

"We need to get a bigger bookshelf if you keep doing this" He smiled

"These are really important"

"As long as you don't change me with Jerry, everything's fine"

"Jev, mi vida; Jev"

"That's same one" You laughed "Ready Player One?" You hummed pulling the book out "The giver?" You nod once more "Boy meets boy?" You nod once more "Atlantia?" You hum smiling looking at him "Across the Universe?" You pout shaking your head no

"They didn't have it!" You whine "Don't remind me of that one because I will go back into the store and put on a show as to why didn't have it" Pablo laughs "THEY NEED TO HAVE IT!" You exclaimed a little too loud as Pablo puts his hands on top of yours calming you down a bit and one of his eyebrows goes up and glances around to see if anyone heard and thank god, everyone was in their own worlds

"Let's better talk about something else then while we wait for our food" You giggle ashamed

"Yes, please"

Once your food came, you ate and when you were done; you went to your shared apartment, showered and spent the rest of your evening in each others arms.

Two days passed by and your anniversary was on, both of you being a little suspicious, giggly and lovely (more than usual), in the morning before Pablo left for morning training

"I'm all yours after 3pm" He had said before running to the door because he was running late thanks to your loving session on the morning.

You smiled remembering the light touches and the breathy love sentences shared in between you two, when you felt your hip bone shake. You stumbled out of your Pabloland and got into work.

You made his favorite cake and looked for his bouquet of sunflowers, after that you prepared a bath for the two of you and also did lunch, you settled the living room with a nice, romantic and low lights, some candles and prepared for everything.

It's not always you have three years with the love of your life.

And even though, you wanted to doll yourself up for him, it would be useless since you'll end up... well, you know...

So, you did doll yourself up but remaining basic. You let your hair down after washing it, did a bit of makeup and got into a black long sleeve bodysuit with a jean skirt overall and some socks. You smiled watching the hour in your phone. 2.45.

He would be here any moment.

And he was. Your smile got bigger once you heard his steps come in.

"Mi vida" He said smiling as you giggled and brought your arms out

"Happy anniversary!"

"Happy 3rd anniversary, preciosa" Pablo hugged you tightly swinging you from side to side softly "You didn't had to do all of this"

"Well... I did it. And it's done. Hope you like it tho"

"Like it? Are you crazy? I loved this!" You laughed softly "However, wait here"

"Pablo, no" You said whining not feeling his warm skin on yours "Where are you going?"

"For your gift!" Hearing his words made you run to the laundry room and get his things. You both looked at each other coming out from different rooms "Got it?" You nod smiling

"Got something else tho" You said before bringing him into the kitchen where his bouquet was

"Are you serious?" He asked smiling

"Why? You don't like them?"

He leaves his gifts on the counter before he runs to the back where he comeS back again with a bouquet of sunflowers on his hands... You laughed softly getting what he meant.

"We got each other the sunflowers" He said as you laugh

"They're gorgeous to be honest"

"Yes, I love them" Pablo said smiling sniffing the bouquet you gave him "But gifts now"

You laugh passing him his bags as he gave you, yours. You both sat on the floor, in front of each other, your legs touching

"At three... One, two" You said softly "three"

"NO WAY!"

"HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!" You screamed surprised, pulling out the same teddy bear you had brought for him "Why did you get it?!" Pablo was laughing with his back on the floor

"Joder" He said laughing

"Pablo, you ruined my surprise!"

"No, you ruined mine! I was planning to give you this teddy ever since we went to Sevilla!"

"I was planning to give you that teddy since you started telling me about it when we were in Sevilla!" You replied laughing. You laid next to him "Why you gave me this tho?"

"Wanted you to have something from me when I was a baby" He shrugged "You?"

"You told me you lost it and that it meant a lot to you. So I searched for it and found it!"

"Do we have the same gifts for each other?"

"Please as cute and pretty it was, I don't think my next two gifts are the same as yours"

"Does one of the gifts involves ourselves with a red ribbon at night for the other to unwrap, because if it is then yes we may have" You push his shoulder laughing

"Stop that"

"But don't you have it?"

"Not with the ribbon at least" You both laugh hard at that. You extended your hand and give him his other gift "Open it"

"A phonecase?"

"Well, yes... Your phone is suffering a lot with those falls, mi vida. But it isn't like any other regular phonecase, this one has our initials and the date when we started dating" You showed your recent changed phone case "I have the same too" Pablo smiled grabbing you by your face and kissing you

"Gracias, te amo"

"You like it?"

"Love it. My phone will be forever grateful with you" You smile against his lips before you felt him place a bag on your lap "Go ahead"

You opened the bag and gasped "You're kidding" He shook his head as you pulled it out "Across the Universe?!" You laughed weirdly and excited "I'll be reading it right before we go to bed!"

"We'll be reading it" He corrected "I want to read it with you" You smile shaking your head before kissing him

"Te amo" You said feeling like your heart ccould burst out in any minute before your gaze when to the forgotten teddies who were next to each other looking at you two "We're so cute"

"We are" Pablo nods "But I'd like to say this is a Soulmate Thing. Fate show us that we belong to the other. We're each other soulmates, so I think we should get used to this things now"

You smiled nodding "We definitely should, soulmate"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[stop-the-play]

> (Meek) Oh thank god, I thought I was going to die here. [Flee up the stairs and lock the door behind you]

"How well did that work out for you? Did it—"

You bolt midsentence, mustering a speed you didn't previously know you had to dash up the stairs. The door, fortunately, is still open, a rectangle of light serving as your beacon away from certain death.

You close it behind you, turning the lock shut and barricading it with the heavy wooden table that once held the blade.

VOICE OF THE HERO: Well, that wasn't the worst possible outcome of that situation.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: No, it was not. For one, we aren't dead! And for another, we've got the cabin door right ahead of us and can now leave this place behind forever and never think about it again.

VOICE OF THE HERO: But the world—it's still down there—Fine. I guess going back there without a blade in our hand is a death trap, and since he decided it would be a good idea to drop it...

VOICE OF THE MEEK: Hey, let's not go throwing around accusations of whose fault all this is. He did what he thought was best! As did both of us. Really, everyone here is equally complicit in what's happening right now.

VOICE OF THE HERO: (Frustrated grumbling)

VOICE OF THE MEEK: Anyway. Let's go. If you really want that thing down there slain, we can find someone else to do it. Or at least get a better weapon.

VOICE OF THE HERO: Fine. You're right. Let's go.

> [Exit the cabin]

You try the door that would lead you out of the cabin, but as soon as your fingers grasp the handle, you know it's too late. It's fixed in place, and refuses to turn no matter how much force you apply to it.

Locked, perhaps? Maybe not. You don't recall seeing a lock on either side of this door, nor hearing one close behind you, and wouldn't the handle have some give if it were truly only a lock standing in your way? The handle feels almost fused to the door, like a prop whose only purpose is to let you into the cabin. Not out. Never out.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: ...We're trapped.

VOICE OF THE HERO: Yeah. Looks like we are.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: We're trapped!

VOICE OF THE HERO: ...You doing okay...?

VOICE OF THE MEEK: No! No, I'm not doing okay! There's a locked door on one side of us and a locked door and some kind of... entity on the other side that'll tear us to pieces if it manages to get through, and we're stuck in the middle without a weapon, and even if we are safe in here, we don't have any food! Or water! We're going to die here either way!

VOICE OF THE HERO: Calm down, calm down, we'll... figure something out.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: SOMETHING LIKE WHAT—

The voice's panic is cut off by a piercing, wailing voice calling out to you from the other side of the door. It's different, you note, from what it was last time the being spoke.

"I know you're still there. Hoping for a slow end rather than a quick one? That's an interesting choice."

"You're awfully flighty for someone who approached me with a knife. What did I ever do to you?"

"Do you think I'm evil or something? Does it make me evil when I try to defend myself? When you held out freedom and then slammed it in my face, does it make me evil to want it back?"

VOICE OF THE HERO: It's the one that started threatening us!

VOICE OF THE MEEK: You think it cares!?

There is no sound from the basement when the being is not speaking, no pounding or shaking of the door, and yet you know it is standing directly behind it.

"Why don't you open this door and let me out? I won't bite... much."

VOICE OF THE HERO: NO!

VOICE OF THE MEEK: NO!

"Eventually, something is going to have to change. One of us is going to give—you, me, the cabin. And I think I can outlast both of you."

"I'm not going to forgive you for what you've done. And when I get out? You won't be able to forget it."

VOICE OF THE HERO: Let's just... try to get some sleep. We can figure things out once we're rested.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: Yeah! Sure! Fine! Everything's fine! We're never going to be able to get back on its good side after this, and we're trapped in a tiny cabin with no blade, but sure! Let's sleep. It is literally the only thing we can do.

> "All I did was refuse to turn my back to you. I was even willing to let you out! I've done nothing wrong, and I won't let you make me feel guilty, especially not when you started threatening me afterwards."

"Then why did you have a knife from the start? You said it yourself. I'm such a scary thing, about to end the world. You were going to try to kill me sooner or later. Forgive me for not wanting to turn my back to you."

VOICE OF THE MEEK: You, ah, you sure taunting it like that is the best call?

VOICE OF THE HERO: It's the call he made. Let's just go to sleep before we start another argument.

You put the being's taunts out of your mind as best as you can and huddle in against the far wall.

You wake slowly, and for a moment can't tell if your eyes are open. They are. But no amount of blinking will make the pitch-darkness that now surrounds you any more permeable.

VOICE OF THE HERO: What happened? Why can't we see?

VOICE OF THE MEEK: Because we're about to die.

An eye blinks open. In the darkness, you can't tell whether it's small and close up, or large and far away.

Another follows. And another. And another, until the room is full of staring things.

"Oh... hello again."

The darkness almost feels physical, seeping into your lungs and choking out your breath. You try to stumble to your feet, but your legs are weak, and you collapse forward before you can properly stand. The eyes continue to stare.

And then you begin to fade. Whether it smoothly envelops all of your body at once, or if pieces of you are flickering out one at a time, you can't tell. Something in the air has numbed you too much to tell.

VOICE OF THE HERO: Is this it? Are we dying.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: I already told you. We are.

"Look at you. So... fragile. And here I really did think you were a threat to me!"

"It's probably for the best. Can't take any chances. You... clearly understand."

There's a clatter next to your head—the pristine blade, dropping to the floor beside you. You try to reach out, but you can't feel your arm enough to tell if it responds to your actions.

"Goodbye, 'hero.' I'd say it was nice meeting you, but at least one of us should make a habit of not lying."

You can't tell when you die, or even how, only that your senses have completely failed you. The last thing you're aware of—or is it only a memory of awareness? is an uncountable number of eyes, all focused on you.

But that cannot last forever. Eventually, they fade too, and everything is dark.

And you die.

This is the end.