#he really does feel alive only in those moments huh..

[dkniade]

Fanart of @blood-orange-juice’s early Fatui Ajax fic “Transcendere” that I did not long ago ^^

This part’s from chapter one.

It is, as the fic’s tags say, Fluff and Angst and Humour, Slice of Life, Hurt No Comfort

(Or, like snapshots of a boy with a toy knife becoming a weapon himself, with a vaguely fantastical lens over the story♦️…to put it nicely ^^”)

[iris-qt]

𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

🗝️ ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ x ʜᴜꜰꜰʟᴇᴘᴜꜰꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🗝️ ʙɢ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ: ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ!

🗝️ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

🗝️ ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏʟʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ɪ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴜ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴠɪꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜱᴛʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅʟʏ ᴘʜɪʟᴏꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ

🗝️ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴀʟ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ…

Did you believe in fate? 

No.

That may be silly, I mean, you live in a magical universe where anything is possible. Magic defies the muggle laws of nature; it’s something undetectable yet very much alive. Anything could happen. Anything you can imagine. Anything you can imagine besides being in a relationship with Theodore Nott.

Yet for some wild, unbeknownst reason, the universe seems adept in proving you wrong. 

No, you didn’t believe in fate. Until you became acquainted with him.

It started off slow and undetectable. Yes, you were aware of Theodore Nott, but you tried to stay unaware of your feelings towards him. It all started in the dingy little Potions classroom, when you were seated next to him. At first you were a bit uncomfortable as he was a popular guy and popular boys weirded you out. Always so judgmental. But Theo was quiet and calm. Always so sure of every action; every dice of the ingredients, every stir of the brew. You were a pretty sociable person and so, once you decided Nott was not so off-putting after all, you began to share a few words with each other. You treasured those little conversations in the shrouded back row of the Potions room. 

“How was the DADA test for you, Nott?”

“Hey, Nott, Is it just me, or does Snape’s hair look extra greasy today?”

“HELP THEODORE MY POTIONS ON FIRE!”

That last one was not a very fond memory, but one you could not escape. Truly, you two being the only Slytherin and Hufflepuff sat next to each other, as there was an odd amount of students from both houses in that class, was the real beginning of the universe’s meddling behavior.

With all this in mind, it was painfully obvious Theo was not interested; he never quite talked to you unless you said something first. That is why you would never delude yourself with the thought of being in a relationship with him, He was an unattainable, rare flower, such as the tiburon mariposa lily that only grows in the Ring Mountain region of California. That flower is quite vulnerable to extinction due to natural and man-made disasters. That part didn’t really apply to Nott. He wasn’t the vulnerable type…

Theo, however, fell hard and fast from the moment he first spoke with you. How could someone so passionate and awkward not catch his eye?

“It was honestly a rough test. Actually, I need a tutor for DADA..”  

But you didn’t take the hint.

“Perhaps if I gave Professor Snape my hair care routine…?”

But that didn’t earn him any hair-related compliments.

“AGUAMENTI! HOLY SHIT you’re really on fire today, huh y/l/n?”

That earned him an elbow in the rib.

The series of events that the fed up universe concocted began in none other than a little grass meadow.

As usual, you had woken up at the most ungodly hour of 5 am for the sole purpose of taking your morning stroll to a hidden meadow within the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, just behind a thicket. You were walking with your sketchpad and graphite in hand, ready to capture those jewels of the earth in the faint morning light. In your opinion, the crack of dawn is when the wildflowers shine the brightest. You sat in the grass, leaning against an old oak, beginning to sketch a particularly beautiful periwinkle flower. You were sure no one else knew about this meadow; it seemed untouched by anyone’s harsh footsteps.

Imagine your surprise when you heard the plants rustle to unveil a sleepy Theodore Nott: brown locks askew and dark circles tinged red against his pale skin, a cigarette dangling from his sleep-swollen pink lips. His light eyes slightly widen at the sight of his talkative ex Potions partner.

The silence was awkward and extended; you weren’t used to engaging in conversation in your quiet haven, but of course it was you who broke the silence anyway.

“Good morning, Nott,” you say quite hoarsely, slightly clearing your throat in embarrassment. Those were the first words you’d uttered that day.

His lip twitches, ghosting a smirk at the sound of your voice.

“Morning, y/l/n. You come here often?”

You nod saying, “It’s my morning ritual at this point.”

You nod in reply, eyes ghosting over his tired appearance as he continues, “Funny. I come here every night.”

He lets out a puff of smoke into the pure air of your precious haven, and you can’t help but subconsciously glare at the wisp of smoke. Of course, he notices and lets out a small chuckle.

“Don’t like my smoking?”

“It ruins the fresh air for the flowers and plants, Nott.”

He nods thoughtfully, finishing his cigarette.

“Don’t tell me you litter your cigarette butts all over the grass,” you frown.

“Of course not, I’m not a brute,” he laughs and fishes out a portable ash tray where he neatly tucks his cigarette remains away. After another awkward silence, he walks up to you and sits down next to you, peering at your sketch but quickly shifting his gaze away when he realizes you never gave him permission to gaze upon your works of art. You laugh as you assure him, “You can look, it’s just quick sketches.”

“Looks frame-worthy to me,” he shrugs with absolutely no hint of sarcasm or doubt in his eyes. It makes you feel flustered to the point you had to look the other way.

You decide to move the conversation over to him.

“What do you do here every night? Smoke?”

He shakes his head, saying, “As much as I like to smoke at night, I don’t here.” He pulls out a book. “I read under wand-light.”

You glance over and your eyes widen as you notice its a story you had just recently finished reading.

“The Turn of the Screw? A literary masterpiece, I just finished reading it, like, a week ago.”

He smiles, eyes warm and inviting, “I was just about to say your drawings remind me of Audrey Benjaminsen’s limited edition illustrations for this book. I’ve been trying to get my hands on a copy.”

Your eyes widen even more.

“The limited edition would be a gazillion galleons, but I suppose you’re filthy rich,” you tease.

“I mean, what better thing to spend my money on?” He smirks, pushing back a stray lock of his hair that had escaped.

“Solving world hunger, ending wars, funding cancer cure research…” you smirk.

“Ok, I’m not that rich.”

You both laughed at that and talked all morning up through the first 15 minutes of your guys’ first lessons. Laughing, you both jog to your class, the dandelions in the field spreading its tufts as you both run past. Little did you both know, it was the mutual fascination with a trail of dandelion tufts in the breeze, one in the sunlight and one in the moonlight, that brought you both to discover the meadow years ago.

While this universal push succeeded in temporarily bringing you and Theo closer, the two of you fell apart as you stopped showing up to the meadow as often due to school stress and you no longer were seated with Theo in any classes. The autumn leaves floated down and shriveled up; leaving the trees bare. The cold winds carried snow through the Hogwarts air, swirling around the iced windows. 

It was time for the winter trip to Hogsmeade and you were bundled up and ready to go with 3 jackets, long socks, leg warmers, and snow boots as you braved the cold. Your scarf tucked against your face, you walked down the snowy pathway, laughing and talking with your friends as you strode through the ice.

Theo was also walking down the pathway with his friends; zoned out of their conversation while quietly observing the falling snow. 

Fate had it that you both got distracted by a reflective light in the distance at different times, and so you both left your friends group for a second to observe this flash of light.  

You were the first to separate, and when you looked back, your friends were long gone; enveloped into the icy mist.

You shrugged and began trudging through the snow, wondering where they could’ve gone off to. Suddenly, you stumbled across a little book shop that you’d been wanting to visit, but never got time to. You slowly walked up the creaking steps and into the warm embrace of the cozy shop. It was lit by yellow candlelight, dancing over the spines of rustic books. A Christmas tree in the corner shone brightly. You began getting lost in the page-riddled haze…

Theo, likewise, separated from his group a moment after you left. He bent down to find the source of the reflective light and found nothing. He raised an eyebrow annoyedly and glanced back to find himself abandoned in the snow; not a student to be seen in this blizzard. He decided to just walk in a straight line and suddenly saw a warm glow in the muggy snow. He approached a bookshop he had never noticed before. How could he overlook such a gem? Walking in, he was met with the faint smell of cinnamon and a warm atmosphere.

After a couple minutes, you laid your eyes on a particularly gorgeous spine with engraved flowers. Of course, you’d judge a book by its cover if its cover was an absolute masterpiece. You reached out to pluck it off the shelf when you felt a force pulling it back from the other side. You furrowed your brows as this turned into a game of tug of war. 

Theo had seen that this particular book had artwork painted onto its pages. He was intrigued as to what this book could be about when suddenly he was hindered from grabbing it. Refusing to let up this competition, he pulled the book to his side, but, ultimately, failed. You and Theo’s eyes met through the hole where the book had originally been, his shining eyes crinkling as he grinned at the familiar irises of y/n. 

“Brains and brawn? Could you get any better?” He joked walking to your side of the shelf and smiling.

You laughed as you handed him the book.

“Feel free to take it, Nott”

“Don’t worry, I was just admiring the painted scene on the pages.”

 You both glance at the gorgeous book for a bit when Theo breaks the silence.

“You haven’t been to the flower clearing recently.”

“Yeah, school has me fucked up… I study too late and can’t wake up that early.”

He nods thoughtfully, glancing around at the shop.

“I think this is my new favorite place.”

“I agree..” Your eyes widen as you glance at the shelf behind him. “No way. Theodore look.” You excitedly point at a limited edition copy of The Turn of the Screw with illustrations done by Audrey Benjaminsen.

Theo looks stricken as he freezes at the sight of the copy he’d been chasing for months now. It was right there, before his eyes, tucked between other worn books. He would never have caught it in this dim light.

“Am I dreaming, y/n?” He breathes out, jaw dramatically dropped at the sight.

You playfully pinch him, laughing, “I don’t think so, Nott. Call it an early Christmas miracle.”

It was as if you and Theo shared the same safe spaces. First the meadow, now this book shop. He couldn’t help but ponder how there was always something leading him to you. Something that connected the both of you. First it was the flower field, and now this book. It was if every good thing in his life was somehow connected to you…

Theo gently holds the book and observes it in the light, but he found his new revelation of you far more fascinating. He always knew he adored you, and it just so happened that fate agreed. They were constantly being pushed together; given every oppurtunity to confess their feelings. Their fear overshadowed them. Maybe it was time to stop being so fearful. 

Theo noticed you gazing at the book in awe, and smiled gently.

“Would you like to look over it with me over some butterbeer?”

Your eyes snap up at him, surprised at his question. This was the first time Theo had shown any interest in going out of his way to spend time with you. Despite the lingering cold, you blushed down to the roots of your hair.  

“I’d love to..”

He grinned, shadows dancing on his carved face. The invisible string was brighter now, wrapping around their very beings, no longer neglected.

“It’s a date.”

[misswynters]

Unscripted

tom taylor x gn!reader (oneshot)

[NOTE | if you have any problem with me writing for actors (which has always been done!) then block me because i just mainly write sfw content

[SYNOPSIS: Tom and you get flirty while at an interview for a show, as costars.

[requested: by anon

[SIMILAR | Gym Confession | Costars on set

The studio is buzzing with energy as you and Tom Taylor take your seats opposite the interviewer. The room is alive with the hum of anticipation, the kind that always accompanies these kinds of interviews. You exchange a quick, knowing glance with Tom, and he flashes you that mischievous smile he’s become famous for—one that makes your heart skip a beat even now.

"Thank you both for joining us today," the interviewer begins, leaning forward with a smile. "There’s been a lot of talk about the incredible chemistry between your characters on screen. How much of that do you think is a result of the dynamic between the two of you off-screen?"

Tom leans back in his chair, his eyes locking with yours before he answers. "Well, when you’re working with someone as talented as ___, it’s pretty easy to have chemistry. They makes every scene feel alive, which home keeps me on my toes."

You laugh softly, turning to the interviewer. "Tom’s just being modest. He’s the one who brings that spark to every scene. It’s hard not to have chemistry with someone who’s so committed and… well, fun to work with."

The interviewer grins, clearly sensing the playful banter between you two. "Fun, huh? What’s it like working with Tom? Any stories you can share?"

Tom cuts in before you can answer, his tone light and teasing. "Careful now. Don’t give away all my secrets."

You roll your eyes with a smile. "Oh, I’ve got plenty of stories, but I think my favorite is when we were filming this intense scene, and Tom kept trying to make me laugh between takes. He was doing these ridiculous impressions, and I could barely keep a straight face."

Tom chuckles, shaking his head. "Guilty as charged. But in my defense, you looked like you needed a laugh."

"You definitely succeeded," you reply, still smiling at the memory. "It’s hard to stay serious when he’s around, but that’s one of the reasons I love working with him. He makes every day on set feel like an adventure."

The interviewer nods, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "It sounds like you two have a lot of fun together. How does that translate to your work? Do you ever find it challenging to switch from joking around to filming serious scenes?"

Tom leans closer to you, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "What do you think, ___? Do I make it hard for you to stay in character?"

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. "Let’s just say you keep things interesting, Tom. But honestly, I think the playfulness we have off-screen helps us connect better in the serious scenes. It adds a layer of trust and comfort that makes those moments more authentic."

Tom nods in agreement, his eyes warm as they meet yours. "Exactly. It’s all about trust. When you know you can rely on your co-star, it frees you up to really dive into the character and the scene. And ___ is someone I can always count on, both on and off set."

The interviewer smiles, clearly charmed by the dynamic between the two of you. "It’s obvious that you two have a great relationship. Do you think that chemistry is something that’s developed over time, or was it there from the beginning?"

Tom glances at you, his expression softening. "I’d say it was there from the start. But it’s definitely grown stronger over time. The more you work with someone, the more you learn about their rhythms, their instincts. And that just makes everything flow better."

You nod in agreement. "Absolutely. From the first scene we shot together, I felt like we clicked. And it’s only gotten better from there. I think that’s part of the magic—finding someone you can really connect with, both as an actor and as a person."

The interviewer wraps up the segment with a smile, thanking you both for your time. As the cameras cut off and the crew begins to pack up, Tom turns to you, his smile still lingering.

"So, did I do a good job of keeping things interesting today?" he asks, his voice low and teasing.

You grin, playfully nudging his shoulder. "You always do, Tom. You always do."

As the two of you leave the studio together, the energy from the interview still buzzing between you, you can’t help but feel that this chemistry, this connection, is something rare and special—something that goes beyond the cameras and the scripts.

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[fawnhart]

SHORT N’ SWEET ! ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

pairings. drew x bambi!reader

warnings. tooth rotting fluff

authors note. I hope you guys like it!🪽Sorry for not updating a lot but I haven’t been super inspired lately and I just decided not to force myself to push stuff out if its not genuine </3

The snow drifted gently outside the windows of bambis brownstone, dusting the building in white, quiet, and peace.

Inside, the air smelled like warm vanilla sugar cookies, the kind that made you feel safe and cozy. Soft candlelights flickered against the walls, casting a sweet golden glow over the room, books like “indiana” and “La muse et l'écrivain” were scattered across a baby blue couch adorned with delicate, lacy pillows.

Ms. Mocha, her new kitty, curled up on one of the pillows closest to the heater, lazily batting at the fraying edges.

"Okay, I’m really freaking excited about this," Bambi said, pulling a pink, glittery panda face mask from the bag. She had pure excitement and mischief in her doe eyes, the one that meant she’d found something utterly ridiculous and she just had to share it with her man who was sprawled under her on the couch, his big hands on her waistline.

To bambi He was the sexiest man alive in that effortless, cool way, but right now, he was looking at the panda mask confused.

“I don’t know, baby,” drew said, rubbing the back of his neck, his voice warm with affection but she could hear the hesitation.

not very cool

bambi laughed, holding it up between her perfectly manicured fingernails. "Come on, it’s so cute—" she pouted at him "Plus, it’s fun. Right Ms. Mocha?"

Drew glanced at the fluffy brown ball , who was still lazily watching them from the pillow. "Mocha s’not impressed." He said playfully rolling his eyes

“First of all it’s Ms. Mocha and second of all, she is impressed! What are you talking about?" Bambi shot back, pushing her pointer finger into his chiseled bare chest. “You promised you’d do whatever to make me happy, right?.”

Drew raised an eyebrow, shifting his gaze to her. “I did, huh?”

Bambi leaned in, grabbing his face and pressed a long chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away. “Yes, you did. Now shut up and let me put this on you.”

Drew chuckled, knowing damn well he’d never really say no to his girl. Not when she looked at him like that, all warm and soft with the dim light playing over her features, rolling his eyes once more before leaning in for another kiss. “Alright, alright. For you, I’ll be a panda tonight.”

Bambi clapped her hands together and let out an excited squeal, it was one of those moments that made Drew’s heart soften in that way only she could do.

“Come on,” she said, already slipping the mask onto his face, “It’s cute! You’ll see.”

Drew closed his eyes and let her take over, she fumbled a little as she pulled the mask over his face, his cheeks getting red with the absurdity of it all when she handed him the baby pink hand mirror. “I look like a—“

"Sexy panda!" she said, voice muffled and amused “you look like a sexy panda” Bambi laughed

Drew caught her eyes, and despite the embarrassment of the moment, he couldn’t help but smile.

She looked so cute with the white-pink mask and the way her eyes sparkled even through the fabric. “dream girl” he thought

Her long silky hair was up in a sparkly claw clip after being tousled and wild from a long day of filming, in this quiet little bubble of time, with the snow falling softly outside and Ms. Mocha purring beside them, drew couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.

“So,” he said, settling further into the couch, letting his head rest on one of the cozy pillows, “how to lose a man in 10 days?”

“Duh” Bambi slipped off his lap and grabbed the remote. "I can’t believe you’ve never watched it”

They settled in together, Ms. Mocha curling up between the two

Bambi snuggled closer as the opening credits of the movie began to roll, “I love you,” she said kissing his bicep that was secure around her shoulder and neck

Drew threaded their fingers together “I love you more bambi ”

© fawnhart

[o-sachi]

Fell First & Fell Harder Pt. 2 - Blue Lock Chars.

you fell first, but they definitely fell harder

characters; oliver aiku, bachira meguru, gagamaru gin, shidou ryusei

tags; fluff, gn reader, no y/n

Oliver Aiku

"It's just you. I promise. No one else is in the picture."

He was faithful... to an extent. The most that he did, after all, was be too friendly with others—which could be mistaken for flirting. But all you could do was sit there and hope that he'd stop it soon.

Although, at some point you reach your breaking point. You bring it up again and it blows up into a huge fight. The conclusion was to have an indefinite break from each other.

In that time you were away from each other, he realizes how big of a fumble that was on his part. Now was the time he'd start missing you SO MUCH. It was so bad that he couldn't think of anyone else but you and he didn't even have the energy to entertain people that weren't you.

One day you two get to talking again and it leads to a mini reconciliation. He promises with his life that he'd take you more seriously and that you'd be the one and only person his attention would be on.

Bachira Meguru

"You're the cure to my boring life."

You quickly realize that he's not the type to be super serious about someone early on. He's not too experienced with dating, so he's complacent in the simple fact that you like him and he likes you.

Nevertheless, you love to indulge him with his whims. You were determined to be his ride-or-die and it showed. You supported him through every step he took, offering gentle pieces of advice every once in a while to keep him grounded.

There were rare occurrences when he'd be self-aware. He'd realize that sometimes he was going too fast without taking into consideration the feelings of other people. Then, he'd be hyper aware of what you felt towards him and your relationship.

Your impact in his life becomes more apparent in these moments. Bachira eventually begins to consider you more in his life—integrating you in everything that he does. In due course, football wasn't just an outlet for him, but also a way to make you proud of him.

Gagamaru Gin

"Love? Huh... I guess that's the word to describe it."

The falling harder part certainly took a while to happen. Similar to Bachira, Gagamaru doesn't have much experience in the world of dating. The idea never intrigued him, so he figured there was no point in entertaining it. But your persistent ass came along.

This would certainly be a first love type of scenario. The newfound feelings and experiences you had to offer him overwhelmed Gagamaru in a good way.

He had nothing else to compare this to; he believes your love is the one of the greatest things in his life (close competition with grilled meat).

Cannot get enough of you now. It's like a drug to him—addicting and it consumes it. Before you know it, he's absolutely worshipping the shit of you—doing everything in his power to make you the happiest human alive.

Shidou Ryusei

"You make it throb... my heart, I mean."

His previous relationships were also short-lived primarily because he was too intense (freaky) for his partners to handle. It was set in stone: starting now, he would never settle for anyone who cannot match his enthusiasm (freak).

Out of all of them, he's probably the one that falls harder the fastest. But it's no easy feat to achieve. You really need to capture his attention—make him fascinated by your very existence. Do those simple things and he's yours in a flash.

But here's the surprise—with him, there's another layer to it. Sure, he could be deeply interested in you. But can he be serious with you? Can he honestly say that he's committed to you? Those are important questions that pop up once you've been together for a while.

You only know that he's 100% serious about you when he can finally sit down and talk to you, heart-to-heart. His vulnerability is something that he would only show to the most special of special people in his life. That happens to be you.

o-sachi © 2024 pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms

[cherubmm]

✖🔪 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ON MY.Knees࿐ྂ

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: CROSS.sans

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Obsessive & Possessive behavior. Unhealthy attachment. Implied neglectful behavior. Established relationship. Delusional mindset. Vague hint of worshipping behavior. Subtly implied abandoment issue. Violence mention. Implied submissive behavior. ANGST. Stalking. OOC. Not proof-read (I got lazy near the end if you can tell)

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY : oozgin

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: why am I keep messing up!?!!?😭😭😭😭 I'm merely editing this on my scheduled post but then it keeps publishing????? Huh?????? Why does the Tumblr keep doing this to me😭😭😭 this is supposed to be for Oct.13!!! But *sigh* whatever, its already here. Enjoy the early treat, again >:(( Hope this won't happen' to another one fic for 14.... Tumblr fuck you :(((

It wasn’t often for Cross to come home.

Well, at least, not anymore. He’d leave before the sun rose, returning long after it set. You used to wait for him, staying up into the late hours of the night, but now? You barely bothered. He’d stumble through the door, mumbling something vague before disappearing into the bedroom or onto the couch without so much as a glance your way.

You understood—you really did. Cross was busy, whatever his job was, it demanded a lot from him. He hadn’t exactly shared the details, and you’d stopped asking after the first dozen times he dodged the question. But no matter how much you tried to rationalize it, it was starting to gnaw at you.

At first, it was just a pang of sadness. Then it became annoyance, maybe even anger. You weren’t one of those cliché lovers who needed constant attention—far from it, actually. You valued your independence, enjoyed your solitude. But this was beginning to feel less like space and more of a...neglect.

He was your lover, wasn’t he? You were supposed to be partners, but lately, it felt like you were the only one holding onto that thread. Every time he came home, he avoided you. No more soft conversations over breakfast, no stolen moments in the afternoon. Just excuses, avoidance, and silence.

The worst part was, you’d started to get used to it. Slowly, your love for him had dimmed, like a flame starved of oxygen. You found yourself becoming comfortable in your own company again, just as you had before Cross ever came into your life. It wasn’t a sudden fall out of love—it was gradual, quiet and subtle. You no longer saw him as your lover, just someone who passed through your life occasionally—acquaintance.

Eventually, you couldn’t do it anymore. The words weighed heavy on your tongue as you prepared yourself, sitting at the edge of the bed. Cross had just come home, dragging his feet, knives still strapped to his side. You waited until he was settled, cleaning his weapons at the table.

“Im breaking up with you.”

...

Cross always thought he was the luckiest skeleton in the entire multiverse.

Of all the infinite versions of himself—sometime's even far, far, better than him—of all the different timelines and universes, he was the one who had found you. He was the one who had you by his side, as beautiful and perfect as you were.

Not even the original version of him—the one from the timeline he could never go back to—had what he did. and that made him feel so special.

Even now, as he wiped the blood from his knives, his mind was filled with thoughts of you. He knew he wasn’t home nearly as much as he should be. Every time he left, there was a pang of guilt that dug deep into his bones. He hated leaving you behind, but what choice does he have? His boss wouldn’t hesitate to come after you if he comes to the conclusion that cross was 'slacking off'' of his work due to his lover. Hell, it was merely a stroke of luck that nightmare decided to not only keep you alive and well, but also provide protection —unbeknownst to you— even knowing his distaste for 'distraction' that attaches to those on his side.

This, of course, was a constant weight on his mind — a sense of indebted. Forcing him to swore his loyalty and obedience to the latter even againts his will. But at least, while he was out there doing Nightmare’s dirty work, you were safe, and that's all that ever matters.

While he couldn’t spend time with you like he wanted to, he could make sure nothing— absolutely nothing—harmed you. The Star Sanses? No threat. Any danger from outside your universe? He handled it.

And on the rare nights he did return? When you were already asleep? Those were slowly becoming his favorite moments. Cross would sit at the edge of the bed or crouch beside you, watching you sleep peacefully. He’d run his fingers through your hair, brushing your cheek, whispering softly to your unconscious form. Confessions of love, of guilt. He’d wish for a world where the two of you could just live a domestic, quiet life—where he didn’t have to kill for survival or settle in the constant state of paranoia— again.

He didn't want the history to repeat itself ever again now that you're here. God, he couldn't even imagine what will happen to him if you're no longer on his side to keep him sane.

But alas, he couldn’t give you that, yet. So, he settled on making you safe instead, hoping you’d understand one day.

...

"Im breaking up with you."

The sound of sharpening knives stopped abruptly. Cross froze, his back still turned to you, as if your words had doused him in cold water. Slowly—almost mechanically—he turned his skull in your direction, his pinprick eye shrinking to a tiny dot before flickering in and out like a dying lightbulb. There was something unsettling about the way he stared at you. For a brief second, his usual stoic expression faltered, a flash of... something. Confusion? Betrayal? Fear? But then, he laughed nervously, trying to play it off as a joke.

"Hahaha... t-that’s a good one, darling. You almost caught me,” he stammered, his grin unnaturally wider than the usual as he tried to shake off the tension.

"I’m not joking, Sans,” you replied, your voice steady despite the unease creeping into your gut.

Y-yeah, sure, whatever you say.” He turned back to his knives, trying to focus on his task, but his hands phalanges trembled.

“Sans, listen to me. I wasn’t—”

CRRK!!

The dagger in his hands broke in half as Cross shot to his feet, staring at the shattered blade as if it had betrayed him. His breathing grew uneven as he slowly turned toward you again, his eye flickering with a mix of emotions you couldn’t quite place.

“Why?” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper as he took a hesitant step forward. You took a step back instinctively. "Why are you saying this...?"

You tried to explain, though the words didn’t come easily. You told him how you felt—how distant things had become, how lonely you were. How the relationship was falling apart and you both are better off no longer being in each other.

But every time you spoke, Cross took another step forward, his hand reaching out as if to grab onto you, and you found yourself taking another step back.

In a blink, he was in front of you, faster than you could process. Then, there was a small 'ping' sound before you felt yourself flung backward, slamming into the nearest wall that knocked the breath from your lungs. His hands gripped your shoulders, hard enough to hurt, as his face hovered inches from yours.

"Oww-! Sans what the fuck—!?"

His bony hands gripped your shoulders tightly, an anchor that pinned you in place. “Just LISTEN to me first darling. You have to understand—” Tears began to stream from his eye sockets, glistening like pearls against his skeletal face. “I DON'T have a choice” he cried, his voice cracking with desperation. “It’s all for you! To make you safe! Please, you NEED TO UNDERSTAND THAT!!”

You tried to pull away, but his hold only tightened.

His knees buckled, and you stumbled as he dragged you down with him, his hands still clinging to you like a lifeline.“No, no, please— reconsider!! I-i’ll try to change, I’ll do whatever you want—I’ll beg, I’ll be on my knees forever, just—please?”

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[suzukiblu]

Another 1k of Kara getting to Earth on time and the Kents getting a two-for-one special on free kids for @qwertynerd97.

Kara steels herself against that thought as Ma and Pa speak with the server, and she(?) makes little markings on a rectangular pad in her hand. It takes Kara a moment to realize, but she thinks the server is actually recording their order by hand. 

Huh. 

What a strange concept. 

The server leaves with the menus and Ma and Pa speak to each other for a moment, and then both start cooing at Kal. He giggles and waves his little dog at them, and they coo at him some more. Kara feels an aching sense of loss and loneliness and too many other things to name and smiles at him and his little toy. 

“Is Krypto’s puppy having fun, Kal? Are you having a good time together?” she asks him, keeping her voice sweet and light. Kal burbles delightedly in reply, then starts to purr happily at her and cuddles his dog again. Ma and Pa blink, both looking confused. Kara isn’t sure why. Kal’s safe and content; why wouldn’t he purr? 

Kal purrs a lot, usually. Kara . . . Kara isn’t sure how many more times he’ll do that, once he realizes Uncle Jor and Aunt Lara are gone. Once he realizes they’ve “left” him and aren’t coming back. 

Though it’s the two of them that left everyone else, of course. 

So she’s going to treasure the sound of his purring now, while they’re both safe and alive and she doesn’t know how many more times she might hear it. If Kal never purrs again, though, well–well at least he’s safe. At least he’s alive. 

At least they’re together, if nothing else. 

Kara can’t imagine doing this alone, even knowing that Kal is still so small and helpless. Being the only one here at all, though . . . 

No, she really can’t imagine that. Can’t imagine what she’d do like that, alone with her grief on a planet full of strangers she knows nothing about and can’t speak the language of. 

If Kal were dead too . . . 

She crushes that thought. He’s not dead. He’s alive. Alive and fine. Happy in her lap with his little stuffed toy and Ma and Pa’s attention. Sweet and content and happy in her lap. 

She thinks of every Kryptonian child who's not sweet and content and happy in someone's lap right now, who won’t ever be again, and then crushes that thought too. 

Ma and Pa talk to each other in their odd, flat-sounding voices but surprisingly expressive tones. Their voices lack the resonance of Kryptonian ones, but their tones express much more than any Kryptonian's would. At least, more than any Kryptonian not emotionally overwhelmed would. 

It’s . . . hard to quantify the difference, exactly. There’s a hollowness to their voices, a missing echo or vibration somewhere in there, but they do much more with them. 

But they still sound so, so kind. 

The server comes back with a heavy tray of food, after a little while. She(?) lays out a succession of large round plates and platters all full to bursting with foods that Kara doesn’t recognize, all of them peculiar-looking and strange-smelling, though those unfamiliar smells are unexpectedly appetizing too. There’s mounds of something lumpy and yellow, thinly-sliced strips of . . . meat, she thinks, and more mounds of some kind of shredded–vegetable, maybe? And then a few large round light brown discs, stacked neatly on top of each other and taking up the majority of their own plates. 

It really does all smell good. 

Kara feels like crying for no real reason and also every possible reason, and tries to smile at the Kents.

Kal should see her smiling, she reminds herself.

They really don’t have to be this kind, though. But the Kents just smile back at her, and make encouraging gestures at the plates in front of her and Kal, and so she keeps smiling, and she eats the food and feeds little bits and bites of the softest bits of it to Kal. Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor only just started weaning him, but he’s eager to try everything she can deem suitable for him to. He’ll need milk too, obviously, but . . . it’s a start, anyway. 

The food is greasy and warm and buttery, and it’s both soothing to fill her stomach with it and nauseating to be eating anything at all. Their world is dead. Their family is dead. 

But Kal should see her smiling, and she needs to be strong for him, so she smiles, and she eats, and she doesn’t burst into tears in the middle of the restaurant and make a scene. 

She wants to, but she doesn’t. 

Kal likes the yellow lumps best. Kara doesn’t like anything, because it all tastes like ash in her mouth. But she . . . appreciates it, at least. It’s warm, and it fills her stomach, and Kal likes it. 

She wants to lay down and cry for a lifetime, but she’s hyper-aware of what a waste of a lifetime that would be. Her parents died for her. Uncle Jor and Aunt Lara died for Kal. Any one of them could’ve taken one of the ships; any one of them could’ve lived instead of them. 

But they didn’t. They gave them to her and Kal, and they died. 

So she can’t waste what they’ve given her. So she needs to take care of Kal, and make sure he’s happy. Make sure he can have the kind of life Uncle Jor and Aunt Lara would’ve wanted for him. Take care of him, like their family wanted. Protect him. 

She wants him safe. She needs him safe. She . . . she . . . 

Kal giggles over a funny face Pa is making at him, hiding his own face behind his toy. Uncle Jor isn’t the one who bought him that toy. Aunt Lara isn’t the one who’s lap he’s sitting in. Neither of them ordered this food. 

Kara is never going to see her parents again. There aren’t even bodies left. 

There’s nothing left of any of their family at all, except for the two of them.

[stardancerluv]

A Space Journey

Part Nine

Summary: We learn more about Tyler…though his present comes back to him, his duty.

Notes/Warnings: 18+ and over, please! Consensual p in v intercourse, angst, some drinking (always be safe) angst

In Aliens there is a moment where we see the heroine, Ripley sitting on a bench in front of a screen that displayed a moment in a forest..there were sound effect to accompany the moment…I am using that in my next chapter for something with Tyler & his gal…with my own twist to it.

(It’s a bit of a long chapter!)

❤️s, feedback, comments & reblogs are appreciated. Thank you for reading!

“I can’t dwell on this any further. I’m just grateful to be home with you, and the others.” His voice drifted off.

He knew the company had more in store for him. After seeing that creature, he instantly had regretted his decision. He had to remind himself, why he agreed. Things would get better. Life would be better. It had to.

He remembered earlier how his anxiety grew. He had seen you sitting and laughing with Rain and Andy. You were smiling. He took a step closer to you as you poured yourself some of the amber liquid.

He leaned on the counter. “Pour me some more of that, please.”

You nodded. He did enjoy watching how you moved to reach for his glass.

He clinked his glass with yours before you both swallowed down the sharp liquid.

“Will you tell me how you became friends with Rain and Andy?”

You coughed, nodded. “I was only teasing. I don’t really know them.” Shrugging, you gathered up the glasses to put them in the cleaner. “A few days ago, I stopped some little hoods from trying to destroy Andy. She chased me off, probably thinking I was one of them.”

“You are small enough.” He chuckled softly.

You rose an eyebrow.

“You know how much I love how small you are.”

“I suppose.” Your eyes met and a small smile was shared. “Well, anyway today he came over telling those horrible jokes, and after asking I finally joined them.”

“Rain’s father programmed Andy with those jokes after patching him up.”

“So, there is some history there.”

He bit the inside of his cheek. “Yes, Rain and I were in a relationship.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“It was when my father was still alive.” He wished he knew how you were feeling.

“That was a while ago.”

“Yes, it was quite a few cycles ago.”

“Who ended it?” You tucked some hair behind your ear.

“Does it matter?”

You nodded. “I want to know.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t know what I wanted.”

He looked away.

“My mother had just passed. I wanted more of something reliable and carefree.”

He looked back at you.

“I was a mess. All I could really focus on what Bjorn and I had discovered. Making surreal Kay was looked after.”

He smirked then, remembering the rush from those first trips.

“We could make very easy credits scavenging. We were on and off world a lot. We were making a lot, even bought this old hauler and refurbished it.”

He patted the Corbelan.

“That was a big for us. She never joined us, thought I was being reckless. Thought, we were like the pirates from the old stories. Made me feel like a thief, worse and I couldn’t accept that so I walked away.”

“None of that must have been easy. You find things, making our little world better.” You smiled up at him.

He rubbed your arm. “Thank you.”

“I mean, I’d be lying if I said you were not a complete and utter scoundrel.”

A smirked curled his lips, he enjoyed how you looked at him.

“The charm, the swagger in which you approached me with, I couldn’t resist.” You giggled, continuing.

He pulled you close. “So you like that I’m a scoundrel huh?”

You reached up and brushed some strands that had fallen into his eyes.

“I do.” A smile spread across your face.

“Good. You better.”

He kissed you then, a soft sound came from him as he felt your lips. It was almost too much. He had missed the feel of them so much.

*******

Barely, was the door of his room closed and locked when both of you landed on his bed. You made quick work of his sweater that you had so pulled on earlier. Easily you were wiggling free of your pants. Some of his inky strands had fallen into his eyes as he stood watching you as he pulled and tugged at his own garments. Once enough was off, he crawled over you, his weight felt delicious on you.

He cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheek. “In cryo sleep, all I dreamt of was you.”

“I’d lay here missing; thinking of you. Remembering you.”

Opening your legs more for him, a soft moan broke your lips as you felt him graze your opening.

“I will remind you again.” He practically growled.

“Yes.” The word broke as a moan came from your lips as he entered you.

********

Your fingers entangled in his sweat soaked, strands. Your eyes never left each other, kisses became bites and bites became kisses. You clung to him, never wanting to let him go as he moved above. Your moans mingled and became one like the two of you were.

“Ooo Tyler.” You managed to call out, after your body erupted in pleasure from tightening against him.

Your name poured from his lips, as you felt him fill you. His breath warm, panted harshly in the aftermath. “Love you, baby.” He breahted before as his forehead rested against yours.

*******

The place hummed, it was warm. Almost steamy like the aftermath of a hot shower session. Liquids flowed, some sticky and sweet while others were sharp and hot like a flame as it coursed a flame to the belly to whomever decided to swallow it. The lights shone while others moved with the beat of the music.

Tyler kept a hand on your hip since you and the others came to the bar, it was a firm grasp. Not one you could forget that it was there, and to be honest you really didn’t want to. You had missed, his steady touches.

He matched your movements as you danced. You relished how this made your heart race and you alive you felt.

******

It was nice to only have to focus on you. He debated if he wanted to encourage his cousin’s new salvage. It worried him, that they had gone on one without him.

Though, he knew that soon he’d be getting his new assignment soon. He kept a steady eye on the bar. In the back of his mind, he worried the man who had been bold enough to attack you, may try again since he was home.

That’s when he could have sworn he saw something. He did. But he relaxed, it was only Xano.

“Baby?” He said hoping it was loud enough.

You looked up at him through a swish of your hair.

“Yes?” He saw her reply.

“Lets get a drink. I see someone I know.”

You nodded.

Easily with a hand on your lower back, he guided you over to where Xano stood.

“Hi partner.” He greeted him.

“Harrison!” Xano smiled, then looked over you. “Is this the girl you told me about?”

He smiled proudly. “She is.”

“Hello? So I guess Tyler has been talking about me?”

Xano nodded. “Only good things.”

You giggled. “Is there any bad?”

He smiled and gave you a squeeze. “Maybe.” Catching the bartender’s eyes he motioned for some drinks.

“Ow!” You smacked Tyler’s arm.

“There wasn’t.” Xano spoke up. “He loves you, he is a very brave man.”

You smiled at Xano and then back at Tyler. “He is far braver than me.”

He shrugged. “I have my moments.” He moved closer to the artificial man. “Xano, what are you doing here?”

“Was hoping to see you, meet the pretty girl that brought your head to the stars during cryo sleep.”

“Oh? So you did dream of me.” You piped in.

He smiled. “I told you I did.”

“You did.” You smiled, tucking some hair behind your ear. “You two will have to excuse me, I need to freshen up.”

“Don’t be gone too long. Xano and I might have to go out onto the dance floor without you.” He gently teased.

“Sure. Sure.” You rolled your eyes.

He nodded as the bartender slid a cold, frosty looking glass. He did enjoy that the great amount of credits he had and how they were improving things

Taking a sip, he enjoyed the crisp, cool liquid.

“Xano? What’s really going on?” He leaned against the counter.

“They wanted to send a friendly face, they are very pleased with you. We’re needed. We will have to push off the strength training. A satellite has gone off coms and they expect this creature is at fault.”

He took a more substantial sip. It bubbled all the way down to his stomach.

“Then why do they need us?”

“You are the best, they like you.”

“Right. I believe that. I’m the most reckless.” He finished the drink.

“That is true too.”

“Didn’t they learn anything from the data we brought back? This thing is lethal, we should not try to trifle with it again.”

Xano’s face was impassive. “They need more information on the subject.”

Tyler groaned, he put the glass back on rhe counter. He motioned for another one. “One of these days, that creature may bring about our end.”

“I am hoping we can achieve what needs to be done.”

“And that is?”

“For humans to have an advantage, to strengthen them.”

Tyler shrugged, he nodded once again as a glass slid his way. “I want to close out my bill.”

Giving, Xano a side long glance. Reaching into his back pocket, he eyed his credits, he covered the bill and a decent tip. He nodded to the man, sliding the credits over. “Have a good night.”

“Thank you.” The man replied with his own thin lipped grimace.

“How long do I have?” He turned his attention back to Xano and took a sip from the glass.

“They wanted you tomorrow but I reminded them you should have some more time to recuperate since, your body had not taken too kindly to the differences.”

Tyler rose an eyebrow. “I’ll be alright.”

“We need to up your strength.”

“I’ll get there.”

“I know.”

“The day after tomorrow, they want you there early, there is asteroid field passing through.”

“So a few days were only a couple.”

Xano nodded.

“How long will we be gone?”

“I don’t feel like my calculations are strong.”

Tyler drew closer and rose an eyebrow, he glanced around. “I still trust them.”

“If we factor in the asteroid belt that is coming through, it may be closer to a year possibly just over a year.”

Tyler slumped. “Will that be the entirety or is that round trip or one way?” He pressed his lips together.

“That is where my calculations are fuzzy.”

“Damn it.” He slammed his hand on to the bar. Bracing himself on it as his annoyance bubbling hotly in him.

Xano put a hand on his arm. “Look, this will be even better than the last one. What we are supposed to see and acquire will make some great advances in the program.”

He glanced at him through the strands of his hair that fell into his eyes. “This will be rough. My girl, was attacked almost raped while I was gone. I couldn’t fucking protect her.”

“We can hire protection. You can marry her when we get back.”

“Protection?”

“Yeah. There are artificial people like me but just for that kind of protocol.”

“Would she have to know?”

“You wouldn’t want her to be aware of the protection?”

“I don’t want her to worry. She likes to blend in, not get noticed. “

Xano, nodded. “I can make sure she doesn’t know.”

“Alright. Then yes, let’s do that.”

“I will go and begin prepping the ship. See you in about thirty two hours.”

“Alright.” They clapped each other in the back and tapping on his watching he called up Vacation Immersions.”

He eyed the packages available for tomorrow. It was slim pickings up here was able to pick a good one. He hoped it would soften the blow of him leaving again so soon. He confirmed, just as you bounced up to him.

You glanced around. “Where did Xano go to?”

“Oh?” He shoved his one hand into the pocket pf his pants. He mustered his best smile. “He just wanted to finally meet the gal filling my dreams and much of my waking hours as well.” He chuckled.

“So distance makes you a softie huh?”

You smiled wide eyed and warmly up at him. It tore him to shreds.

He nodded. “Now, hey enough talking why don’t I twirl you around some more before we head back to the Corbelan. Tomorrow we got a big day ahead.”

Excitement shined on you. “Tomorrow? We do?”

He nodded. “Yup.”

“Alright then, dance with me love.”

@luvscarlyle @qnxemz @h-kitty-world

[bruh-anator3000]

A/n: I'm gonna do these in sections cause I'm really stressed rn but I wanna provide the goodies. Happy Halloween, stay safe and enjoy the fall! If you like the story, please comment and like for more!

Summary: Living with The Deadpool and The Wolverine isn't easy. It's even harder when rent is due, and a heist is the only way to pay it off. Balancing bills, love, and being the Black Cat isn't easy, but you manage... sometimes.

Warnings: cursing! Ambiguous as I could be with reader, but I am female and may have written it as a more fem!pov, sexual content hinted at, horny Wade, subtle Logan, Miguel soon to join, not proofread, the rhythm of crime is important to remember.

Parings: Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson x Miguel O'Hara (yah-huh i said what I said)

Part 1. Enjoy!

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1, 2,

"Hello, bag please."

3, 4,

"Clear, next."

1, 2,

"Morning, bag please."

3, 4,

"All good, next."

1, 2,

"Hey, Steve, How's the family?"

3, 4,

"Pretty good! Becca and the kids..." Dammit.

1, 2,

"No way, that's great!" Move.

3, 4,

1-

"Why are we staring at them?"

"Dammit, Wade, let 'em think."

"Guys." You close your eyes, the rhythm has been disrupted. Wade was breathing down your neck, trying to understand what you were doing. Both Wade and Logan stood behind you with crossed arms. Like some sort of bodyguard boy band.

Eyes opening again, you find the line has moved on once more. Chatty John Doe finally left and the rhythm continued. A steady beat of four. "Hello, welcome." One, two, "Have a nice visit," Three, four.

"Your ass looks good in those," Wade mutters to Logan. Who slaps him upside the head.

"Guys." You grit, whipping around. Finding the grumpiest man alive to be - wait for it - scowling. Whereas Wade smiles boyishly, adjusting the cow printed bucket hat you lent him. It was from an... interesting phase of your life.

His thumbs slide under the frog-themed overall straps, laying them neatly on the black tee underneath. "You sure these are good disguises? I mean, it's not easy to hide..." He pauses for a moment, muscles of his brows tensing. Pushing through the unsaid thought, he smirks again. "All this." He gestures down himself.

Logan sniffed, sharing a look. So much unsaid, yet you two learned the trade of Wade. With a low sigh, the grump stepped up, helping the merc with his hat.

"You look fine." He gruffs and tugs the edge of it over his eyes. A rare moment of a smile earned from Wade's whine.

"You're right. It's impossible to hide perfection." You add on with a calm shrug. "We'll just have to hope it can dim it down for a couple of hours."

A genuine smile crosses his face for a moment. Then the cocky I-eat-cock smile is back on. "I know, I must make you both so very hard."

Logan whacks him again.

Reaching into your purse, you fish out two metal disks. Little red lights glimmering invitingly - and Wade snatches one. Making you grumble a sigh.

"These are to help direct the detectors." Logan waited, unlike his counterpart, with folded arms. Watching you explain carefully, nodding once. "You have a metal hip." Your fingers shoved into his waistband.

"I have more than that." His frown lines deepened while he eyed you shimmy your hand down his pants. The cold of the thin disk made his eyes narrow.

Turning to Wade, you found him trying to pull his overalls down.

"No." You took back your little disk, hiding it on his side. Right below his pectoral. "You get a metal rib."

"What?!" He fussed. "When will I feel your hand down MY pants?" You turn away as he pouts.

If each person took four beats, Wade needed to be further down. 6, maybe 7 people away since you and Logan would take up at least 12 counts to bargain with the safety officer. Only three lines. All of them equally as long and getting longer by the minute. You would take the second one. The man working there seemed fed up, he would most definitely deny Logan any sort of special treatment. The lady on the left seemed too caring, she would compliment Wade too much.

The older fella on the right. He took 1, 2, 3, 'have a nice day' - but he would probably have terrible memory. The line seemed shorter for that exact reason.

Wade links his arm with you while you work things out in your head. Laying his chin on your shoulder. At least he was quiet. That less than professional bucket hat nudging your temple.

"You're gonna be with the man over there," Your arm tightens around his, pointing to the kind old man. Who is currently fumbling with a lady's thick leather purse.

Before he can whine and kick and throw a fit, you wave Logan closer. "We're going to the middle - Mister Meanie over there."

Wade pulls back, slack in the jaw. "You're partnering with him? Not me?" He gasped in horror. "What does this fossil have that I don't?!"

"An entire skeleton made of metal." You remained unphased. Logan cracked a quiet smirk.

"Oh, boo hoo." He scoffed, walking away. "No one cares for Deadpool, as usual."

Logan beats you to it, catching Wade's arm before he could storm off and weep. His grip on his bicep firm. But no words leave him. He looked to you for help.

"It'll be over quick." You tried to reassure. "Wait behind 6 people, two more than Logan and I. Then, we'll meet right back up after the alarms go off. Promise."

He continued to pout, but took your word. Easing into a giddy grin when you blew him a kiss, yanking Logan to the center line.

"Do I get one of those?" The living fossil muttered. Barely enough to be heard.

"What?"

"Nothin'." He shook his head instead. Standing by your side in that ridiculous 'scary dog' stance. Legs parted and arms crossed. Glaring ahead. You began to count.

1, 2,

"Welcome."

3, 4,

"Clear, next."

Glancing to Wade, you spot him fidgeting. Shifting from foot to foot, and frequently looking your way. "You sure this'll work?" Logan broke your focus.

"I've tried it before." His brow arched. "Accidentally. But it happened."

"You know another man of metal?" His brows settled heavily over his eyes.

"No, I forgot to take off my chain necklaces at the same time a lady walked through with a hydro flask." You awkwardly looked away. "It was interesting."

He huffed and his shoulders eased. "Sounds like it."

The line was moving as expected. No chatty Jane, or sluggish John. Wade was watching with twitching fingers. Panic building as you and Logan reached the front of the line before him. Mouth dry as he felt like he was messing up the plan. Could cut through, he decided. Ready to push through the toddle and mother in front of him.

"Pardon me," The ugliest country accent you can manage. Wade's eyes widen at the sound, and you can feel Logan cringe in shame behind you. "My uncle 'ere from the war, wit da metal hip, he ain't got his card. Doctor said he ain't gettin' his new one til next week."

Logan feels a physical repulsion towards the security guard who takes a long glance at you. Resisting a snarl as the guard shared a look with his co-worker. The two of them sharing a smile.

"Not happening, sweetheart." Oh, he wanted to bash the mall cop's head. Yet you smiled, it was exactly as you wanted.

Sparing a glance to Wade, he was almost in sync. "C'mon, officer, I ain't trying to be naughty." You bat your lashes and pout your lips.

Wade stepped up to the metal detector. "No. Step through." He waves Logan through.

The perfect symphony to your crime creating ears; every alarm goes off. The one your man of metal went through shut down completely. Wade shrieked over and over again. The third one feeling pressured to join in the circuit screaming. Throwing everyone into the perfect panic.

You sighed in peace, watching as more security ran out. Beckoning three people from each row over and lining you all up against the nearest wall. Logan took to your left, and Wade bounced on your right. He tried for your hand, but you refused, an officer running a handheld scanner over you all.

It beeped when it sensed the disk on Wade. "Metal rib, from a motorcycle crash." He smiled, repeating the rehearsed line. "Damn... Vietnam." Left Logan in a weak accent as the detector chirped over his hip. Another lady failed to disclose the piercing in her ear, funnily enough.

Once the hubbub was over, and the guards adapted to scanning by the small held gadgets, you met up with your boys.

"Jesus, what was that?" Logan followed behind. Earning a confused look.

"What was what?" You fixed the way your shirt fit.

"That accent." He grumbled. "I needed to prepare for that."

You snicker. "I said you wouldn't have to talk much." Logan shook his head, hands deep in his leather over flannel jacket pockets.

Wade had already run ahead of you. Wanting to touch and grope anything he could get his hands on. Thinking of what else he would want to steal. Only interrupted when you had to stop him from opening a case with several old time-y guns.

"No! No, look!" He fought back, wiggling out of your hold and prodding at the glass harshly. "It's Logan's!"

You halted. Intrigued and leaning in, you find a musket beside a short story of the 'heroic James L.H.' You snorted so hard, Logan had to figure out what was going on.

"Is that yours?" You cover your mouth. He's quick to growl no. But he's leaning in now.

"Shit." He murmurs. Wade slapping your shoulder from how hard he's been laughing in silence. Your hands firmly placed over your mouth as Logan mumbles to himself, reading and re-reading the story. "Is it?"

You're getting weird stares. You can feel the eyes of a Karen and her child glare through the back of your head. But you and Wade can't stand upright without help, wheezing and hitting each other while Logan comes to terms with being that old.

"That's fuckin' mine?" He swears, trying to open the case to get a better look. Only stopping when you take his hand and lead him away. Shaking your head. "That's... is that my property?"

Wade chortles, snorting from laughing so hard. Hands on his knees as another round of giggles overtook him. The old man grabs the back of his shirt and pulls him along.

"Enough of that, you're gonna attract attention." He grumbles, scratching his sideburns.

"I want your attention." Wade argues, biting his lip. Satisfied when he earns a huff. You meant to add on. Shove it in Logan's face about being the oldest man alive.

When the most obnoxious sound hit your ears.

All three of you halt in your tracks. The lighting of the museum is dimmed in this section as The Avengers theme song played throughout the exhibition. Your face to face with Iron Man's first iron suit.

Logan breaks the silence first. "Fuckin' hell." His fists tightening. A vein in his arm throbbing. Attractive, but scary. He was ready to punch the glass.

You glanced over the exhibit, but there was no way around this. Not to get where you wanted.

"It's fine." A promise you don't even believe. It's not like looking at all these people, hearing their theme, and seeing all the things they've accomplished as humans makes you feel weak.

You weren't any different. You were an incredible human turned vigilante, too! They had suits to do good. You didn't need armor, or super serum, or a germ to make you strong. They were weak. Even if they did have a whole exhibit for them.

They didn't get to steal things, so...

You halt in front of the portrait of Natasha Romanov. A woman with no special suit or powers, a victim of the Red Room. Once considered nothing but a tool, fought her way to the top to run with the best heroes in the world. With nothing but stealth and strength. Coming from nothing to rise to greatness.

Where you, who comes from nothing, stayed there. Embraced it. Became the best thief in the world. But... was that anything worthwhile? Seeing all what you could become, knowing you stayed where you were. Staring in the face of everything you wanted to be. Someone who meant something.

"Hey, it's you this time!" Wade called out again. While Logan was having a staring contest with the mannequin of Captain America, the merc pulled you over to show you Spider-Man's display.

But hey, you knew who Spider-Man was. And you had slept with him. Several times. How many Avengers could say that?

"Look." He points, in his frog-themed overalls and ridiculous cow bucket hat. Smiling widely as you lean in. It was you.

An article from the Daily Bugle framed beside one of Miguel's first spider suits. It was the ugliest iteration of his persona. Bright red and blue, big white eyes. Not fancy like his new technological one.

The article held a photo of a silhouetted stunning figure leaping across rooftops with a bag of cash. 'Can Spider-Man catch this Cat?' One of your first heists ever recorded. And J. Jonah Jameson used the fact that the anonymous Spider-Man couldn't catch you to his advantage. The whole article dragging the man and his skills for about three paragraphs.

"That's a great angle." You turn your head aside to snicker as Wade whistles. His hand on your back as he leans in. "Really adds to the mysterious aura you have."

"I don't think that's actually me." You break his bubble with a chuckle. "I never let people get photos of me on the job."

"Maybe not now, but I know that ass better than my own." He hits his finger on the glass, above the article. "Logan can confirm."

Logan grunts. You hadn't realized he joined the two of you until now. Side eyeing him.

"Was that a yes?" You stand upright. Logan shrugs. Your jaw drops a little, and you want to make fun of him.

Except you don't have time to when Logan reacts faster than a bullet. Scooping you and Wade in his arms and dodging under a less dangerous, less glass filled exhibit when the roof comes caving in. Screaming fills your ears but it's flooded by familiar curses in Spanish.

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[killishin]

SO IT'S A DATE

pairing : jason todd x reader

warning : anxiety , overthinking

category : fluff

author's note : this one is a bit long and im not really sure about this. the flowers i mentioned are just something i looked up because i wanted to choose those with certain meanings. in case of any mistake pls inform me , hope you like it :)

so it's today.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were impatiently running around your apartment making sure everything is proper, clean, neat and presentable even though you've been at it for like more than three hours.

You had been friends with Jason for over a year , it was unexpected but it just felt like ... it was meant to be. You didn't really believe much in destiny or fate , but there was just this warm feeling you felt that grew as time went on. Before you knew it , before you could even stop yourself, you had already fallen for him. hard.

But it was just you could never tell him , never show it to him. You were scared , would it ever work out? does he even like you that way?

You were half sure that he may have some feelings but your overthinking just quickly shuts it all down. So you never tried.

But it all changed yesterday.

" Hey let's have a movie night? I'd have a reason to watch something new and FINALLY someone to talk with about it."

you don't know why you said that , it was after you realised you invited him to your apartment, that you realised the weight of it. Him and you. You and him. In your apartment. That is mostly not really presentable.

" Hm , sounds good. But only if you let me cook." he said with a smirk.

hell he can cook.

" Oh? you can cook? you never told me that , i would make it out alive right?"

" Oh it's on. I'll make you beg me to come again and cook more."

" Ohhhh????? We'll see we'll see Mr. Ramsey. "

You laughed and smirked at him , sudden confidence in you that you regret just a second later.

" So movie , dinner ... It's a date then huh?" You teased with a wink. You swear you saw his ears go red as his eyes widened slightly. He was flustered for a moment before he leaned forward dangerously close and connected his forehead with yours.

" It's a date."

IT'S A DATE !!

it was about time and your heartbeat was starting to increase as your nervousness increase. Your palms start to sweat as you continuously look at the time and fix the pillows or the blankets or check the kitchen or fix yourself in the mirror.

' Oh god do i look good? would he like it? does everything look fin- '

The bell rings and all your worries come to a halt. You look at the bouquet of flowers that lay on the table. You had yourself chosen the flowers , red chrysanthemum , white carnations , babys breathe and pink camellia ; and arranged them in a bouquet.

Maybe someday he'll understand the meaning behind them.

You take the bouquet in your hands and take one last look in mirror before steadying yourself at the door. Taking a deep breathe you open the door , and there he was , his eyes slightly wide , his cute smile fading away as he notices you and stops at the bouquet in your hands.

And that's when you noticed , he had a bouquet too.

Both of you were shocked and flustered , blood rushing to both your cheeks as you both laugh awkwardly.

" Hey there." You said with an awkward smile and he laughed awkwardly while brushing his hair.

" You look beautiful , truly." He said softly and you could feel the immense warmth creeping up your neck.

" Were you always this cute?" You teased as you gestured him in.

He laughed as he started coming in your house.

" You just never noti- wOAH-"

He tripped over a entrance and before you could react , he slightly fell over you , one hand on your shoulder, the one that had the bouquet , and the other on the wall beside.

...And his lips on your cheek.

Both of you looked at each other with wide eyes , his ears fully red. He was so close at that moment that you could clearly see those beautiful eyes and the panic in them. Even the warmth he emitted at that moment made your heart do flips.

" Oh god im sorry- really sorry."

" No no no!! it's fine you okay?"

" yea- yeah er it didn't hurt."

He said as he immediately backed away and stood upright , looking anywhere but you , the awkwardness brimming to the top. But maybe it was how cute he looked while being awkward , that despite the heavy silence , you started cracking up.

He looked at you in disbelief as your laughter increased and turned uncontrollable making your stomach ache as you pointed at him.

" Y-your ears- so red-" you said in between your laugh and his brows furrowed as he instinctively covered his ears before he started cracking up too.

" You're such a dork."

" Oh i am??? you're the one who " accidentally" kissed my cheek! i mean if you wanted it so bad you could've just asked." You teased as you closed the door and ushered him in.

Just as you turned around , you let out a yelp as you noticed how close he was to you,intentionally.

He was slightly leaning as he gazed deep in your eyes with a small smirk dancing on his lips.

" So since you didn't immediately kill me , i take it you liked the kiss?"

You were speechless for a moment , the proximity too much to bear and his sudden flirtatious behaviour make your confidence really dwindle.

But who were you to ever back down?

" And what if i did?"

He raised his eyebrows in challenge , before leaning ahead and kissing your other cheek. Your breathe hitched as his lips lingered on your cheek , you could feel his breathe on your cheek , the warmth he emitted , your heart beating really fast but you didn't care if he heard it. How could you when you're busy processing what he's actually doing.

You wish he lingered longer , you wish you could kiss his cheek too, you wish to see his eyes and get some answers.

" Now are you sure if you did?"

"Uh- um- FLOWERS!"

You said as you shoved the bouquet between you , your brain had errored and this was the only response it could come up with.

He smiled and chuckled before taking it and giving you the one he brought. You smiled wide when you took them , the smell making you even more happy and less nervous.

He watched you as you happily keep it in a vase , his heart fluttering at the sight of a simple bouquet making you this happy. Then he looked down at the down you gave him. He couldn't explain the blast of feelings he felt everytime he'd look at it.

It brought the same wide smile on his face as you had.

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The evening went smoothly , Jason chose the movie and both of you watched it halfway when you whined that you were hungry. You gotta say he did have skills , he knew his way around cooking. And you were absolutely impressed by his cooking , continuously praising him while gobbling up the food. Even though he seemed pretty confident , he was quiet nervous when it was time for you to taste it. The confident yet sheepish smile that came on his face maybe made your food even more tasty.

You both sat on the couch as you started watching the television again.

" Oh god im full. I'm too full." You groaned causing him to laugh.

" Well you did hoard my portions too."

" Hey i didn't "hoard" anything.... you cooked for me didn't you?"

" Can't argue with that."

He said and a silence fell over you as you watched the movie. Your eyes glanced at the clock and you realised , your little date was gonna come to an end. You felt a pang in your chest at the thought. You just couldn't let it end with a movie.

Yeah , you can't just let it end like this.

" Hey you wanna go to the terrace? Let's walk sometime?"

" Right now?"

" Mhm"

He pondered for a moment before standing up and extending his hand to pick you up.

The Gotham's night sky didn't look as gloomy as it did usually , the silence wasn't heavy or awkward as you both stared at the sky and the horizon , standing close to each other.

You didn't know what to say , yet you wanted to talk to him. You looked over at him , his face lit up by the moonlight , his glazed eyes carrying certain heaviness in them as he stared ahead. If you could stare at him the whole night , you would. You wanted to caress those cheeks , feel how soft his hair was-

" -Y/N? Hey? you 'kay?" he asked worriedly as he turned towards you with a tilted head. Even though you'd usually be flustered at having being caught staring , but right now you didn't care.

You shook your head slightly and gave him a soft smile.

" I had a great time today. I loved it."

" Oh?? The food really was that good huh?" He teased and smirked at you.

" Wanna go on a second date?" You asked unfazed , with the same smile. Your heart beating really fast , being filled with uncertainty and anticipation.

His smirk ceased as he looked at you , realising how serious you are.

" A second d-date? the food was that goo-"

" No not the food, no , because i like you , you idiot." You said a bit impatiently , your smile ceased as you looked at him with all genuiness.

You took a deep breath and gestured toward his hand. " Can i?" you asked nervously and he put forward his hand. You held it with a smile and looked up at him.

" I know this is sudden , and I don't know if this is the right time or would it ever be i mean- uh- that- uh-" you started fumbling , your breathing started increasing as your confidence dwindled and you started looking elsewhere , as your hold on his hand weakened.

" Hey hey go on , it's fine alright? go on."

He whispered as he squeezed your hand and you looked up at him in surprise. His eyes had this certain emotion in it , like he knew , yet he wanted to hear it. He just can't wait.

You huffed out a smile and took another breathe before continuing.

" I.. I have liked you since a few months we met. I don't know when it happened, or how it did exactly, but i did and i found myself loving every moment with you , everything you did , everything you said , i loved..."

you caressed his cheek with your free hand , your thumb swiping over his cheekbones , the feel of it making you smile wider.

"... looking at this pretty face of yours at every chance i got. But i just couldn't ever risk it. Maybe it was too soon or not the right time or the uncertainty if you even felt the same way. "

You pulled his cheeks and smiled even wider and maybe that made him more happier than you for he smiled even wider than you , his eyes filled with joy and happiness.

That was enough confirmation you needed.

" But i like you , a fuck lot. I wanna hold you , talk to you and.... call you mine?"

" Can i kiss you?"

You grinned wide as you kissed him as impatiently as he asked you to. He caressed your cheek with one hand and the other travelled to your waist and pulled you close. He smiled against your lips and parted with a peck.

" You can't believe how lucky i feel right now." He whispered , his thumb wiping your bottom lip.

" I can't believe i actually confessed."

" It's all thanks to my food. Thank me."

" Oh please... "

" .... Seriously what did you put in the food?"

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[yuseirra]

Analysis- Kamiki's wish & Tsukuyomi's idea on "Fate"

I'm going to freaking kick kamiki's butt but let's note that there were a lot of things that he's done(within that brief moments of screentime that he's been getting) that are worth discussing about. I can say a lot about him while being unable to form a full conclusion about him, he is THE mystery element in this series for me, it's getting ridiculous, I just want solid answers and get it over with(but nope! I also don't want the conclusion that AI shouldn't have loved this guy because that's not just about this guy being insane, it totally undermines the point of the story)

this guy talked a whole lot about wishes when he came to meet the twins, and asked them what they wanted. I feel like "WISH" could be of the keys of understanding of this character's core elements, I think.. he has a wish he wants to fulfill and THAT HAS TO BE REGARDING AI. The song Mephisto was all about wanting for wishes to come true, and that wish was first bringing back their dead loved one back with their life -> warped into "becoming that person". I feel like that's EXACTLY the mindset of what this character went through with this, whole "feeling Ai" "wishing her presence" "carrying the weight of life" "sin" deal going about him. He even congratulated Aqua's wishes on coming true in 153!!! I feel he had himself a wish that he WANTS to fulfill, so that's how he's so keen about one.

Those black-crow looking clothes he wore when he made his appearance in the mountains when Yura dies (it's gonna happen in the anime huh? Yeah best way to leave the season on a cliffhanger btw, YOU KNOW, THE ONE REASON I THINK WHY THE MANGA IS SO CONFUSING RIGHT NOW THAT THEY DON'T WAN'T US TO KNOW WHAT HE'S EXACTLY BEEN DOING BEFORE THIS SHOWS UP THERE. It'd burst all the bubbles if we already know what he's up to, but we STILL don't know anything about him. We don't even know if he's the one who's pushed Yura and we still ACTUALLY don't know what happened on the day Ai was killed in a clear way!!!!) that resembles Tsukuyomis. I was pointed this a while ago from @aihoshiino.. I wonder if that means something, personally, I think this can be related to some things he's said about gods in 147,

if Ai's fate was dying there by a crazy fan in the young age on 20, I'm sure Kamiki would want to change it. What I'm thinking is that he cares about her life more than his own and I believe this could be backed up by what he thinks of Ai in 162 despite the mess of that chapter is, he only felt alive when he had Ai with him. So after her death, it was practically like he had no life at all. That's why he's so eager to give up everything for her. Tsukuyomi is the god that deals with fate and souls. She doesn't seem to look at Kamiki that fondly, so I think what he's getting at here by "god doesn't give us answers(...)if you come up with an answer after worrying about it so much, then you have to accept it, everyone does" is that,

He wants to change Ai's fate of death and even Tsukuyomi would have to accept it, even if she's THE god that deals with it. If there's something that could have warped this originally soft and timid person into the insanity that he is now, I believe it'd be this.

it also explains why he keeps going he's okay with dying and it's not bad several times (he DOESN'T have the will to live in the first place after he's lost Ai) but also goes Not yet/he has something to do BEFORE that happens.

If what he is going about is about "amplifying" Ai's presence, I feel like if it's sufficiently fulfilled, she could have actually been brought back in a sense. In that case, he HAS been doing something for Ai in a pretty.. practical manner despite it's what Ai wouldn't have wanted. This presence thing is basically actually him saying he wants her back alive and living. He wanted her to go on living. It's just phrased in a really confusing way so that we don't get to sympathize with this guy and misdirect our ways of thinking that he's totally insane(HE IS for sure, but at the same time, what he wants is what every person who's lost a love may wish for-not the method, but the way of thinking-the author doesn't want us to figure this out yet for some reason because they're hiding something about him continuously, I feel like there's going to be some sort of impactful blow that'd be coming related to this aspect)

I don't think Tsukuyomi supports this idea nor is too fond of him, I think she wanted Aqua to take him down because Kamiki would meddle with her ways, thus was keen about the "revenge" aspects of his mission. But Aqua later derives himself to a conclusion that his life wasn't about revenge the way Tsukuyomi wanted it to be, he came up with his own reasoning for doing what he's done. Keeping Ruby safe.

She had her eyes on Kamiki and watches his demise(I hope this isn't his end though because it's not a direction I'd be so fond with), maybe feeling a bit melanchoilc and a feeling of half-satisfaction that she got what she's wanted, although it wouldn't have been so happy for her either seeing a soul break that bad

BUT WHAT MADE HIM BREAK THIS BAD? Was this always in him in the first place? Is he a guy that could have always killed people? So did Ai choose the wrong man who'd become a serial killer for "her sake" out of desperation when it'd be nothing what she truly wants? Kamiki's feelings towards Ai is strong. It was always strong from their younger years and it's been the core of his character, no matter what I make of this guy, that would not change.

The important part for me now is just what pushed him to have this sort of belief and pushed him, shattering his personality even, (HE WENT THROUGH WITH THIS FOR AT LEAST 15 YEARS. If he was tended to and "saved" earlier, there is no way he would have broke this bad;;;) if there is one. THE SONGS IMPLY THERE IS SOMETHING. and he says these weird stuff about making offerings in 147(it's not in the English translations but I swear I see it in the versions I see, it happens when he talks with nino after having met akane) so there could be some other god that's convinced him that if he does what he asks of him, Ai could be brought back. That probably destroyed his soul, and seeing him like that, Tsukuyomi didn't want the same thing happening to Aqua so she told Aqua in advance that AI CANNOT be reincarnated back to life.(118)

What Tsukuyomi says in 118 is the COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF WHAT KAMIKI DESIRED. He wanted to believe Ai could still exist and feel her presence. I feel like what Kamiki wanted, and thought in that case, was :

"Ai is still somewhere." "I may be able to find her if I try hard enough." "She can be born again and she may be able to live happily somewhere." "Her story didn't end." "Death isn't death. There's still a chance." "Ai can still think, she can think about me and everything else."

"Ai can smile again."

Just flip everything Tsukuyomi says in 118 and I feel that's what Kamiki would have wanted to believe in and felt about Ai. That's what he intended to fulfill and could never give up on, that's why he couldn't die yet. He wanted to save her the way she did for him, he wanted her life back to her. It just didn't work. He thought about doing that till the very end (could have been twisted into him being able to feel her in the middle though)

why do I feel like Tsukuyomi either told Kamiki the same thing or she couldn't but wanted to, but he was already way past the line?

If there is something that's used him, and this sort of desperation he has, it led him to take these extreme measures he's been taking and it reaped him of his nobility.

That's extremely tragic and in that case, I can see how this character, out of all, is getting two songs with one being him becoming gradually warped into what he is now(Mephisto) and his current state of insanity(Fatal)

and why Ai wants to save him. He's terribly broken. I guess that whole part of Ruby just shows us how far he's gone, but like I say over and over, I don't think he would have been this person!!! He could have been a tender father who smiled and raised Ai and his children together, so I want to know WHAT HAPPENED.

[alpaca-clouds]

About Redemption stories - and Enver Gortash

I decided to be a bit self-indulgent today and write about this a bit more.

As some people might know: I am currently kinda hyperfocusing on writing a redemption story for our dear wanna-be tyrant from Baldur's Gate 3.

This originally started out mainly as me being kinda pissed about the fact that a) the game does not really have a happy end for Karlach, and b) that you could not convince Gortash to give up even though from his perspective it should be the logical thing to do, given that he should realize at the point that he has no chance winning that fight. And also: I played a fucking bard with +18 on persuasion at that point, and I got kinda annoyed with the game for not allowing me to persuade Gortash after destroying the guard. Especially given how ridiculously easy his bossfight is.

So, originally all of that happened completely out of those reasons - I wrote an alternate ending in which he lived but was put under house arrest, because duh. And originally I kinda left it at that, because... yeah. Let's face it. There are villains in stories, that kinda ask to be redeemed. My other big fandom is Castlevania - mainly the Netflix series - and pretty much all the villains there are cut out for redemption, and many of them do actually have some redemption in the show happen.

And I mainly write for some of those. Mainly Hector, Isaac, Striga and Morana, all of whom are at least partly antagonists in the show.

Because I freaking love good redemption stories. And also one of my hobbies is to rant about the redemption stories we get in media, mainly because a lot of it puts more focus on character making those big gestures (like almost or completely sacrificing themselves and such) rather than going more into how the character realizes the evil they had done and such.

So, at some point I looked at Gortash, this pathetic asshole of a man, and I thought to myself: "Huh, what would it take for this asshole to admit he had been in the wrong?" Because from all I had written at that point (which was Hurt begets Hurt and Cheesy Noodles) he very much was of the opinion that sure, maybe things he had done had not been nice - but they had been his right, because people were shitty to him, so why should he not be shitty to other people. Again, his giving up was mainly just him not wanting to die and realizing that in the situation he had no chance to get out of that situation alive. (And also Tav promising him, that he could just get away - which mind you, Tav actually meant, but Tav had kinda forgotten at the moment, that Ravengard was hanging out at the camp, and Ravengard would be obviously like: "How about no?" And in fact putting Gortash under house arrest, rather than having him executed was a compromise that was won only after Wyll unhappily sided with Tav.)

And so... the "depressed Gortash" storyline - as some people have called it - was born. Basically going into two core ideas:

Gortash was only a Chosen because of the second sundering, and while Bane was kinda fine with it as long as Gorts was winning, he instantly pulled his support for Gorts, once the guy lost. (We know in the game when Gorts dies, Bane punishes him for losing, too.)

Without a purpose or anything, Gortash's mental health takes a big ass nosedive afterwards and he is bloody miserable.

Throw into this mixture my Tav, who himself is a survivor of a ton of abuse, who has the core believe that outside of devils and some gods, there is no true evil in this world. This man will stop people from killing monsters, because the monster could theoretically be just nice, but misunderstood. xD So, Tav feels a lot of pity for Gortash and the abuse the man has suffered, and he is of the firm opinion that Gortash's soul can be saved. And he tries to convince Gortash to try and be a nice person for once.

Now, my Tav is - just like my interpretation of Gortash - on the autistic spectrum. However, kinda on opposite ends of it. My Tav is autistic, yes, but the very social kind of autistic person. (Or to put it differently: He is a total and absolute people pleaser, who has core values he will always prioritize, but also fears that people could not like him.) While Gortash very much is not. And Gortash, who is bad at reading other people, and also in his life has basically never had any relationship that was not somehow dominated by fear of being abused/backstabbed, looks at the guy and goes: "Okay, either this dude is shitting me, or he is the biggest gods darn idiot who ever existed, and the only reason he is here is to make me aware of the fact that I was defeated by the biggest idiot that ever existed!" Which to me as a writer is hilarious - but in a very whumpy way xD

The aspect, that I decided to go with in the end is, that while Gortash is really bad at relating and empathizing to people, he somewhat kinda does know that he did the exact thing to Karlach, that his parents did to him. And despite him struggling to admit it, he actually at some point liked Karlach. So, yes, if he is fully honest with himself, he can understand that this specific thing he did was a bad thing, actually.

And everything else has to come from there. Partly also from the very logical analysis of: he is aware of how fictional stories go. And he has enough awareness to understand, that someone who does the stuff he does, usually gets to be the antagonist in those stories - and hence would be seen as evil. So the rational thing is to assume that yes, indeed, he did bad.

But yeah. It is so interesting to me to write this and explore the redemption of a villain, who does not instantly see that yeah, they might have done wrong. And he needs a long while to see it.

(Also: yes, this is also absolutely me being a prison abolitionist who does not think that a system of law that punishes does any good for anyone. Because yeah, guess what: Nobody who was killed is alive, just because the bad guy is inprisoned or executed.)

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Maybe I’m the odd one out here but What is and What Should Never Be always absolutely destroys me. I weep for almost the entire episode.

Dean has a home. He has someone who loves him. His life is normal and safe. And I cry.

The way he looks at Mary when he sees her for the first time. The way he nearly crumbles when she says “I told you angels were watching over you”. And then he hugs her with everything he has. He’s so happy to be back with him mom, back in his childhood home. His mom makes him lunch and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He gets to mow the lawn like a normal person. The trunk of his car isn’t full of weapons. He’s just ordinary, and he’s so happy about it. So I cry.

And the way he hugs Jess? He only ever met the girl once but he knows how much she means to Sam. And he knows that losing her almost killed his brother. And so he hugs her as tight as he can, because he’s so thrilled that she’s alive and Sam is happy. And I cry.

But what also kills me is the way that Sam and his mom talk about Dean. They’re always asking if he’s been drinking. They’re suspicious of all of his actions and his affections. Maybe the version of Dean from this life wasn’t exactly on the straight and narrow, but they talk about him like he’s a deadbeat. So I cry.

Jesus Christ, and when Dean goes to talk to his dad at the cemetery?

“It's like my old life is… is coming after me or something. Like it like it doesn't want me to be happy. Course I know what you'd say. Well, not the you that played softball but... "So go hunt the Djinn. He put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness for all those people's lives, no contest. Right?" But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh? What, Mom's not supposed to live her life? Sammy's not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad?”

He doesn’t say “why can’t I have the life I want?” Sure, he asks why he has to be a hero. But he makes it more about Sam and his mom. Because he wants them to have the lives they deserve. And this moment just gives us another look at what a bastard John was. Dean knew how dismissive and rude John would be. He knew that John would never choose his own son’s happiness over the lives of strangers. And he’d probably scream at Dean for even considering the “selfish” option. The way Dean says that his old life doesn’t want him to be happy also kills me. Because it’s like, no matter where he goes or what he does, he’s destined for misery. So I sob.

And so Dean goes to hunt the Djinn. He chooses the lives of others over everything, like he always does. And he realizes his new life isn’t real. He realizes he’s been unconscious this entire time, and that Jess is dead. His mom is dead. Carmen doesn’t really exist. And I cry.

So he’s ready to kill himself, but the way that his family tries to convince him to stay?

Oh my god. Spiegel im Spiegel starts playing, and Sam asks “why’d you have to keep digging?”

Mary tells him to put the knife down. She says it doesn’t matter that this life isn’t real, it’s still better than anything he had before. And that yeah, in real life, he will die in a few days. But it will feel like years. And there will be “No more pain. Or fear. Just love and comfort. And safety,” none of which Dean has in his real life

But Dean still chooses to return to his life, because he cares more about our saving people than he does about his own happiness.

And he tells Sam about the fake life the djinn created for him. About how Sam was happy with Jess. And their mom was going to have grandchildren. Sam commends him for having the strength to fight it, to leave it behind. And Dean says, “But I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since Dad... all I c– all I can think about is how much this job's cost us. We've lost so much. We've... sacrificed so much.”

and it’s like, damn. Why can’t Dean ever be truly happy? Cause even in this “happy” version of his life, everything was tinged with pain and sadness and grief. And I just wish he could get a break. So I cry and cry and cry and cry.

[romsabombs]

malevolent 43 was insane so here are my notes. my live reactions while listening. enjoy :)

god i feel so sick already

EW AD☹️

okayyyy voices

is it kayne watching

oh god this again

hes way more dramatic this time i think

ermm??

yuck😨

omg queen!!! indeed queen💅💖

i have no idea whats going on

ohhh dang

IS HE GETTING CHAINED UP

im so nervous and scared and afraid

yorrick lore episode?? :3

ohhh yeahh he was the prince's skull

JOHNNNN🥳🥳🥳

omg yes talk to eachother!!! bond!

HAHA JOHN WHY ARE YOU TELLING HER ALL THIS

yesss KING AND QUEENNN

omg hastur he-who-is-not-to-be-named lord of carcosa thats the thing kayne said

OKAYYYYY 💅💅

WHO😐 HAHAAA💀💀

yesss you tell him girl!! they broke into YOUR house‼️

ohhh erm what😶

"i am the king in yellow" SHE DOESNT CARE JOHN

ermmmmmm erm erm uhh

i have no idea how to describe kingqueen relationship rn

"you are no god i have witnessed" "no. but i am a god" such good lines

she should read oscars note lol

LORE LORE LORE yess tell us about this world queen🎀

"and yet you moan on a table beneath my knife👹" okayyy shes vicious💅

YORRICK SNITCH

"my transition" okay🤨🏳️‍⚧️

yo i have no idea what's going on

she said i know what u are🤨

LILY MENTION LILY MENTION

👹LIES👹 girl we're having a moment

"you gained humanity as a prisoner" okayyy true hmmm..

gosh this is heavy

bestiary mentioned :))

her ass is NOT listening

i have no idea how to picture this scene in my head

ohh she was hurt by humans☹️ because her ass is a witch

two sides of the same coin

YOUR MOTHER? omg a name

arthur is straight up dead and we're doing the traumadumping hour

😀☹️😞 :( :( oh darling

mother darkness is my drag name

okay shes got a point tho🫡

YORRICK DONT HAHA shut up!!

oh!! :3

ermmm third wheeling over here

yorrick finally does something good (shuts the fuck up)

death for the undying⛓️💔

hell brings about the truth in people🔥🔥🔥 these lines go hard

im sure you did😒😒

can you believe this episode is 52 minutes long

imagine arthur laying on the floor family guy pose while all this emotional stuff is happening

BEDROCK RAAHHHH

"our" :3333

even the witch knows hes a child

"silent to all but those who can hear🗣️🗣️🗣️"

"i am not forgotten. not by him" :((

i remember you my king!! 🤓🥰

larson mansion arc throwback

"i saved him" erm you're the reason he went crazy in the first place

FUCK YOU👹 does she even know that word

john finally gets therapy not clickbait

ok shut up john my headphones are dying

ok we're back

"i tried to kill a man who i felt was in my way" 💀💀

HAHA SHES SO MEAN

okay now arthur is the child

dont go to the dark side pookie🙏

bro this shit is none of her business stay out of it

MY LOVE FOR ARTHURRREEE🥳🥳 WE WON!!!!!!!!!!!🔥‼️🗣️

ermm 😶 come on johnn🙏

arthur said i can fix him and then did!!

WOAHAHSHFHCBXNSN WHA😨😨

WOAHHHHH WHATATTTT QUEEN??

HAHAHA WHY DID YOU DO THAT

ERMMMMMMMM HES WHAT

😀😀HEAVY BREATHINGGG

OKAYYYYYYY JOHNN🥰🥰

RAHHHH👹👹👹 hes so sigma

yo what the hell is happening

😨😨😨😨HUH

this witch sure loves stabbing arthur

TRUEEE we r in her home!!

his ass is not really gone come on

do true loves kiss or whatever or like shed a tear and it'll land on him and he'll be alive again because magic

"🤢JOHN🤢" okayy rude🙄

mm yeah true why did you leave

😀john stay with us🙏🗣️ pretty pls

i miss arthurs voice its really nice

FRIEND MENTIONED like from s1 :3

HIS ASS ISNT GONE what would the show be without him bruh

jesus christ

NO NONONONOOO NO COME ON

🫣🫣 ermm 😶

man arthurs only purpose is to be a vessel huh :( :(

isn't john like bound to this body

what a mess :/ how will we fix this

girl u barely know him why do u care

"ignorant false morals" 😒girl

i wanna know what she thinks about the trolley problem

maybe don't listen to her she just murdered your boyfriend twice. thrice

GIRL YOU DONT EVEN KNOW HIM

shut up🙄 dont piss me off you killed my boy

ohh arthur i miss him already

erm john!!!! dont say allat😀

GOD DAMN IT we got so far man

hail to the king🗣️🗣️🗣️

NEW BODY??

ok now shes worshipping him😒

:( he says arthurs name so coldly. absolutely no emotion in his voice☹️

DONT TELL HER!!!!

ugh hes back to his kiy voice

im gonna kill myself actually

"think of the object you desire to find" imagine a rosetoy just appears

OH OH OH OH HAHA YEAHH HAHAA

this is awesome actually

faroes song goes hard

ohhh hes back :3

yorrick is so cutiepatootie

oh wait is he okay😨

OH NO

OH :3 HAHA YORRICK💀💀

insane episode

aye we cant save arthur without another deal with the devil i think

where's kayne when you need him

john this speech is embarrassing you're not an alpha wolf

john non binary arc🙏

..meaning??🧐

"i choose you. to be a part of you" ☹️ pokemon reference for a sec

yorrick embodiment of sillyness

yeah doll him up before reviving him

"your love for your friend" yorrick is so third wheeling

oh he feels human :3 i feel so sigma

cant we just let arthur stay dead let bro rest in peace he's been through enough

ARTHUR :33 WOAHHH😨😨

yeah i guess that musta hurt huh

yo is his ass okay😀😀

arthur is in Pain Painnn

ima have dreams about this one

[stinkigami]

my fav moments from recentish chapters for my own reference bc why not

91

>My friends...don't make such sad faces.

Even though I am living here and now with all of you,

If this sacrifice of mine paves the way for new history,

If these flames of mine can create a new life,

>Then I am ready for my fate.

>I've been collecting these stones because I thought they could be parts of my parent...

>But even though you might not be my real parent,

Once I get them all, I'll still give them back to you, Mukuro.

Because it is your body.

>This pregnant woman is dead...yet the child inside her is still alive.

>I've seen so many dead bodies by now...and yet never a body which still held the warmth of another's life...

>I can still save the child.

>And yet...

>What miserable life of loneliness awaits him, an undying child who has no parent by his side.

>Least I can do is give you a name...

>Since my name is Mukuro, a 'corpse'...you shall be called

>Kabane. [true meaning: dead body]

>Do you resent Akane, your aunt?

>While I was living in the village...I did think that auntie might have hated me. But looking back now...

>I think I can understand her feelings a little.

>The reason she was afraid of me...was because

>She was afraid something could happen to Yataro.

>She was determined to kill me because she wanted to protect what was important to her.

>Of course, this hurted me.

>But auntie wasn't in the wrong either...So I do not resent her.

92

>Our ancestor, Hachifuku Tasaburo the First, believed that despite all their differences and misunderstandings, kemono and humans still could co-exist, accepting each other as equals.

>As a Tasaburo of today,

>I am determined that the atrocities commited by Inari Yoko cannot be tolerated.

you can skip the kaido infodump

>The giant mamono sent after Kabane-san and his friends is mostly likely the work of Kaido, the minister of national security.

>I really dislike men like him...parading around in his suit, creating that uncanny fearsome image.

>I do not care about your opinion. State the facts.

>Ohhh! Ohhh! My master, I am so very sorry! Please, do not get mad at me!!

>Oh...Well!

>It seems like he often has some sort of 'secret talks' with Mikage, the minister of the mamono project.

>What are they talking about?

>Well...It's a little diffcult to explain...

>Minister Kaido is a fanatic of sorts, as they say? He's collecting lots of toy monsters from those monster movies he loves,

>And together with Mikage they are like children...obsessed with the idea of bringing these monsters to life.

>So to say...what they actually are doing is Kaido having his ape minions undergo mamono transformation,

>Creating real atrocities one after another.

>As of today, Kaido has successfully brainwashed his whole species into believing that their sole purpose in life is to become these 'monsters'...creating an army of pawns who don't feel any pain.

>It' him...

>I'm sure, this Kaido...

>...is the one trying to create the 'perfect mamono'.

>Perfect...?

>Meaning the one whose body wouldn't self-destruct.

>The ape kemono clan, 'shoujou', as I knew them

>were kemono who achieved their prosperity by firmly believing that 'violence is justice'. They valued the strength of their clan as a whole over their lives as individuals.

>And a thousand years ago, they were the ones who killed the most humans in the war.

>Therefore, I decided against them being among those fourteen who created the kemono stones.

>Even though as a clan they were truly superior.

>It is no wonder that Kaido has sided with Inari Yoko then.

>Birds of a feather, huh?

>They really match each other.

this one is only bc i wanna show thin calling himself handsome

>Back when we saw the raibow tides in Vietnam, I sent the pictures of the mamono corpse to my colleagues, asking 'Does anyone know what is this?'

>And Thin was the only one who didn't reply at all.

>That was so out of character for you, so I assumed that you must be in Japan.

>I wanted to reply right away~~~

>But I couldn't, because e-mails are checked by the government.

>But The Tanuki Express isn't! So I've been relying the mamono data we acquire to Doctor Thin.

>As for now, I'm but a random handsome doctor in Tokyo...there wasn't much I could do until now.

>But the mice are on our side now, right?

>That means I am free to work in my Kyoto lab while keeping it a secret~

>A secret..?

>The fact that it's possible to start the vaccine development.

>Oh!

>Right!

>If we have the vaccine, we could intentionally trigger the self-destruction of the mamono bodies...

>In that case, even if Kaido's plans go through, we at least will have some means to counter him.

>But...

>If an in-deep research could be possible...

>Then I'd like to eliminate the virus in a way that would not destroy those affected,

>But rather cure them.

>Just something I'd want to try...my personal wish.

>Geh?!

>What the hell?! Hitting on a guy already?!

Isn't he with his girlfriend?! Are you blind??

>Hey! Are you kidding me?! Have you got no shame?!

>Ah! Don't raise your voice at me!

>Huh? Who's raising voice now??

>Sorry, dude~ She's with me. She's just at that age when things get a little...

>Alright, let's use them! Go Go Tsubaki!

>Sigh...

>Oh...you know, we are heading for that farm too, in order to observe things.

>Even though we all are working for the government, sometimes there are some disagreements...so the higher-ups sent us there from Tokyo to check up on the farm.

>Umetaro-san sticks to moderate views within the government...

>He continues to work under Inari-sama in order to minimize possible casualties, like in this case.

>So, will you please join forces with us? I'm sure we have the same goal, even though we will be working differently.

>How is...Nobimaru-kun?

>Well...he's alive for now, I guess? Who knows how much longer he can keep it up though...

>Huh?! What do you mean? Aren't you friends? What happened between you two?!

>Huh? I wouldn't call us 'good friends'...And I do worry about him, okay!

>I do...worry...

>Huh?! What is that thing?!

>You've seen it before.

>Oh! You mean back when we attacked the mobster hideout?

>I didn't recognize! Didn't think your body would become like this!!

>Well...

>Neither did I.

>Does anyone else know about this?!

>I'm afraid Hoshikuma has sensed it, but remains quiet.

>Inari-sama is aware as well, but she doesn't care.

>What...She doesn't..?

>But did you not do this to yourself in order to please her...

>I guess he's ready for whatever awaits him later. That poor bastard realized there's nothing that can help him, and he is deaf to words.

>But still...You know,

>I don't wanna Nobimaru-san to die like this.

>I've seen people I know die and die again...I don't want to see anyone dying no more.

>Does that...include me, too?

>Of course!

>Friends or foes...I really don't want anyone to die.

>I've decided for myself that the best outcome would be for both sides to have less casualties if possible.

>I guess everyone's kinda outta their mind, huh?

>I get it!!

>Uwah!

>Umetaro-san! Aren't we alike?

>Huh?!

>I don't want you to die either! I'm glad we were able to meet again and talk. Let's do our best tomorrow!

>Oh...Akira-chan...

nice gag aimoto very funny (rolls eyes)

>Big Brother, you got it all wrong!!

>Seriously, we were just discussing our viewpoints and found something in common before tomorrow's mission...

>Right! Big Brother, Umetaro-san is a good person!

>Is that so. If it's about tomorrow, shouldn't all parties be involved?

>Yeah...You are right.

>Oh?

>>>hit 30 images

woah,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

disclaimer i like to paraphrase a little but overall the meaning is like thsi

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Together We’re Insecure

Ok, this is for @longer-than-i-should-admit ​ I’d like to Super Apologize for taking so long to do this! I’ve been busy and super distracted so I hope that you enjoy this! If not I’ll happily rewrite it, and it will be put up far faster than this one! 

Everyone else! Don’t worry! Today is a writing day, I just woke up a little early, but I will be up a little later tonight, so I should be able to pump out quite a few requests so be on the lookout! 

This request was for a reader helping Arthur out with his Insecurities only for him to realize that the reader has some of their own, and he needs to offer some help himself! 

Warnings: Fluff, Arthur being insecure, reader being insecure, lil angsty y’all, that should be about it 

Tags: @kieropal @mrsarthurmorgan7 @6kaja9 @cantchoosejust1 @photo1030​ @pcotarelo ​ 

Let’s get into it! 

You smiled as you cupped Arthur’s face in your left hand, taking a pair of clean barber scissors gently to his beard with the right hand.

He offered you a weak smile as he held onto your waist with the lightest of touches.

“Come on Arthur,” You kiss his forehead before continuing to trim his beard. “I can see that look in your eyes, what’s going on inside that head of yours?” 

He closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh, you could see him grinding his teeth, no matter how hard he tried to keep it subtle.

“That’s not really an answer.” You chuckle.

“It ain’t nothin’.” He finally answers you, his voice is quiet, not a whisper, but it’s not his normal volume.

“Come on big man, you know I’ll always listen to you.” 

Again he sighs, but finally he looks you in the eye.

“There’s those beautiful eyes of yours.” You mutter.

You watch as a red haze covers his face, and you chuckle.

“I jus’...I been thinkin’. That’s all. You know how I get.” 

“I know, why do you think I offered to shave you this morning huh?” You kiss the tip of his nose, and listen to him huff, though it sounds a bit more playful than anything. “So, tell me what you’re thinking about.” 

He’s silent for a moment, but then finally lets out a small sigh.

“Jus’...You know how I think, you know I got...them issues...I jus’...” He pauses, but only for a second. “Last night, you were cuddled up to me, ya jus’...looked so sweet, damn near perfect, and I just....I feel like...Y/N I ain’t good enough for you. Just look at me.” 

“I am looking at you.” You smile again, and sigh as you continue to trim. “I see a handsome man, maybe he’s a little scraggly, but that’s what I’m here for, take care of that rats nest he calls a beard.” 

He snorts, but you can tell he isn’t convinced.

“I also see a kind, and caring man, who claims to be a horrible monster, even though everything he does is to take care of his family.” 

“That don’t excuse-”

“You’re right, killing is never a good thing, never, and neither is robbing, or conning, you’re probably gonna go to hell, if it’s real.” You laugh a little as he slumps his shoulders and grumbles under his breath. “But, everything you’re doing is keeping all of us at camp alive.” 

You hum quietly as you place the scissors down, switching to the razor blade. 

“You’re taking care of all the women in camp, providing food for everyone, keeping us safe with your guns, you’re strong, and you have a good head on your shoulders. You’re doing things that are regrettable, I’ll admit that. You aren’t a perfect man by any means, but Arthur, you are a good man, you’re just in circumstances that require you to do these things.” 

You let go of his face for a moment, just to kiss him properly, placing your lips against his gently, happy when he returns it.

You pull back and look him in the eyes.

“Now, try to tell me that you aren’t good enough for me one more time Mister.” 

“Just cause you say all that shit don’t make it true.” He sighs, and reaches for your hand where you’d rested it against his shoulder. He kisses the back of it, and looks up at you, that familiar sadness resting in his eyes. 

“I’m waitin’ for the day I wake up and you ain’t in my cot no more. Waitin’ to wake up and see a letter from you on my table tellin’ me that you’ve had enough of my shit. Darlin’...I just....I care about you so much, and ya make me so happy, I can’t help but think about it. I want you to be happy, to get what’s best for ya, and I just...I feel like I ain’t doin’ it.” 

“Stop that.” You kiss his forehead again. “You do plenty for me. You bring me gifts all the time, tell me how much you love me, you do everything and more that I could ever wish for.” 

If anyone should be nervous it should be me.

“You’re handsome, you’re smart, and don’t say you aren’t, you pretend you aren’t but I know that you are, you’re sweet, you can be sensitive when you need to be, and you’ve defended me more times than I can count. You’re more than good enough for me.” 

He lets another deep sigh escape, and simply grabs your waist a little tighter, watching as you go to finish shaving his face.

“I love you.” He mumbles. 

“I love you too Arthur Morgan. Now, let’s try to be a little more positive, okay? Today is a good day, the sun is out, we’re out of the mountains, you don’t have any jobs to go on right at the moment, today it’s just me and you, remember?” 

“You’re right, you’re right, you always are. ‘M sorry. How about you an’ me go out to the saloon, get somethin’ warm to eat and then we can go to the hotel and get cleaned up a little, okay?” 

“Sounds good, as long as I’m with you.” He smiles at you finally, and you can’t help but smile back, it’s nearly contagious, that little grin of his. You love it when he smirks, when he’s confident. It’s so handsome to you. He’s handsome always, you know that, but to see him believe in himself, to see him be confident in the way he is, it was something different.

You continue to shave his beard, leaving that stubble of his that you love so much, and then quietly you place the razor down, on the table.

“Okay cowboy, let’s get into town, okay?”

You stare into the full length mirror settled in the corner of the Strawberry hotel. You hadn’t thought he would have taken you this far out of camp, but here you were, in a beautiful hotel room, with the man you love so much, yet you can’t stop thinking about the way you look in that mirror.

If anyone had anything to worry about in this relationship it wasn’t Arthur.

It was you.

You worried everyday that you weren’t going to be good enough for him, that you weren’t beautiful enough, that you weren’t the right size, the right shape.

You worried that you weren’t strong enough.

He did all these things, every day, he did these things that took so much strength, both mentally and physically, and you, you weren’t anything in comparison. 

He meant the world to you, and the thought of him leaving you, dying, hating you, deciding that you weren’t good enough, anything like that....it just made your heart sink, it made your stomach knot.

He was such a good man, who did these fantastic feats, and what were you? 

Someone who was plain. Who simply couldn’t compare to him, at least not fairly. 

The door opened and you forced a smile on your face as Arthur came in.

He was in much higher spirits now, grinning as he looked at you.

“C’mon Darlin’ lets go take a bath, I got it paid for us.” 

You simply nod and walk towards him, taking his hand as he sticks it out.

Your stomach bubbles, like you’ve eaten something that doesn’t agree with you, but you try to ignore it, looking at Arthur.

For a moment it helps, his presence.

As you enter the bathroom he closes the door and locks it quietly. 

He kisses the back of your head and then moves to undress, placing his clothes on the chair sitting off to the side of the bath.

You try not to stare, but you find yourself staring anyway. It’s nearly impossible not to, he’s absolutely stunning, the way the light from the window falls across his skin.

His back muscles look tense from where you stand, and in general you’re sure he’ll be happy to settle in the hot water for a while.

You watch as he climbs into the tub and settles, in the water, letting out a long relieved groan. He places his arms along the side of the tub and leans his head against the back.

“C’mon Y/n, there’s space here for ya, jus’ lay against me.”

You swallow, and look to the floor.

“I...I think I’ll be okay Arthur, I’ll just sit here and talk to you, okay?”

He furrows his brow and leans his head back up, looking at you with a confused sort of stare.

“Darlin’ what are you talkin’ about? You were just sayin’ how you needed a bath just yesterday.”

“I...I changed my mind.” 

He blinks and shuffles in the tub, sloshing the water as he sits up.

“Darlin’, what...I...What’s goin’ on, is it me? You jus’ don’t wanna bathe with me, or somethin’?” 

“No, no! It’s not you at all!” You sigh and swallow as you move a little closer to the bath. Quietly you reach your hand down and take his from the side of the tub, rubbing your thumb back and forth over it.

“It isn’t you at all,” You admit. “I just...I...it’s me Arthur.” 

“What the hell are you talkin’ about.” 

You sigh and look up.

“I...Arthur I try not to talk about it, because I know...I know you have your own things going on, and I care about you so much, too much to burden you with what’s going on with me-”

“Sweetheart, if somethin’s botherin’ you tell me, please.” He looks up to you, nearly with puppy dog eyes, and it’s almost impossible to ignore him.

“Arthur, I just....This morning? Comforting you, I love to do it, I don’t have an issue telling you how much I love you, how much I care about you, how important you are, I have no problem with that at all...but Arthur, I....I feel the same way you do about myself, all the time.” 

“Darlin’-”

“Arthur I can’t compare to you, there's no way for me to. You’re so...you’re handsome, you’re strong, you’re everything I tell you all the time, look at me, there’s nothing I have to compare to you.”

“Now that ain’t-”

“I’m not strong, not physically, not mentally, not like you. I’m not nearly as beautiful enough to be yours, you deserve someone on your arm who can compare with the way you look. You deserve someone who doesn’t look like me.”

“Hey now-”

“You’re absolutely...just...you’re stunning, you’re handsome, there’s so many words I can’t get out that would describe you right. I’m...If anything I’m average Arthur. Every time we get anywhere close to me having to take off my clothes in front of you I panic.” 

“Y/N-” 

“Arthur if anyone in this relationship should be worried it’s me-” 

“Stop that!” Finally Arthur huffs, his brows knitted together as he stares up at you.

He grabs your forearm and pulls you down so your face is closer to his.

“You are the absolute most gorgeous person I’ve ever met in my entire life. I tell you that all the time, you know I do, it’s why I’m always so worried about us, I feel inferior because you’re so much better than me. I never want to hear you speak to me like that about yourself ever again.” 

“Arthur-”

“No, you listen to me now.” 

He pauses and takes a deep breath.

“You know that I think you’re gorgeous, you know I think you’re beautiful, and if I could I’d give you the world. I don’t care if you ain’t strong, that’s why I’m here. I’m here to keep you safe, that’s all that matters. As long as you are safe, safe and alive. I love you. I will always love you, and no matter what I’m gonna be here.”

He closes his eyes and lowers his voice to a quieter tone. 

“I love all of ya, and if you ain’t comfortable enough to get undressed around me then that ain’t somethin’ wrong with you that’s somethin’ wrong with me, cause I should be makin’ you comfortable.” 

You pull your hand away from him, feeling a little bit of warmth flood through you.

He really was the perfect man. 

You swallow and try to push your insecurities away.

He made you comfortable, not once did he ever say something to you that would make you feel as though he didn’t care for you, or not love you, nor did he ever make you feel as though you weren’t beautiful. It was other people who made you feel that way.

You undress yourself quietly, and avoid looking at yourself as you make your way to the bath.

Arthur’s hand finds your thigh as you go to step in the water and he gives you a comforting pat as you climb in.

You let the hot water come over your skin as you settle in between Arthur’s legs, and lean your head against his chest.

His arms find their way under the water and around your waist, slow and gentle as they settle there.

“You’re my world Darlin’, I don’t want you to think otherwise ever.”

“It isn’t because of you.” You sigh and close your eyes, letting the smallest of smiles cross your face as he kisses the top of your head. “It’s the other people around, not you at all. You’ve never done anything to make me feel less than human. I just...I guess other people’s opinions just stuck with me.” 

“Well, I’ll always be here to tell you otherwise, I hope you know that. I ain’t ever gonna leave ya.” 

“It’s the same for you Arthur, I’ll always be for you. Always.” 

“I guess together we’re pretty insecure huh?” 

“Mhm...”You sigh and lean to kiss a part of his chest that you’re able to reach. “I’ll work on it Arthur, I promise. I’ll do my best.” 

“You already do your best...I feel bad I ain’t....I never...I didn’t know.” 

“Don’t feel bad about it.”

“No promises.” He chuckles, and for what feels like the first time that day you laugh with him, and suddenly you feel a little lighter.

You know eventually those feelings will return, but you also know as long as Arthur is with you he’ll make you feel better.

You did it for him, every time he had one of his moments you were there for him, and you knew that he’d do the same. 

Things would be okay, as long as the two of you were insecure together. 

Okok, I hope you like this! If you don’t let me know and I’ll be happy to take another stab at it! Our poor boy, he just needs a little love, but so do you, and he’ll always be there to make sure you get it.