#i keep bursting into tears randomly someone help

[beepbeepdespair]

GOD i wish i had the power and/or contacts to get people performance roles. there's a busker out today and she is one of the best fucking singers i have ever heard i'm not joking. she did i will always love you and i cried in a shop bc it was so beautiful. someone needs to put her in their musical right now

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ GIVING ROOMMATE TOJI A HONEY PACKET TO MAKE HIM HARD

You’re digging through the kitchen drawer for a pen but instead, you find a single, slightly crumpled honey packet— one of those ones from a diner Toji probably pocketed without even thinking.

That’s when the memory hits you: someone once told you honey boosts testosterone. Supposedly gets the blood flowing or something like that. You don’t know if it’s true but suddenly, you’re struck with the image of Toji randomly getting hard for no reason— looking all confused and irritated and the idea of teasing and laughing at him for being a confused old man is too good to pass up.

You find him at the kitchen table, slouched in one of the chairs with a pile of mail in front of him. He’s fresh off work, still in his dusty jeans and oil-stained shirt, arms looking way too good folded up like that. His hair’s a little messy with his bangs cascading down his forehead and slightly tickling his eyes. He smells like outside yet he still looks like sin.

You casually slide the honey packet across the table like it’s a top-secret document. He glances up. “What’s this?”

“Just try it,” you say softly, feigning innocence as you open the fridge for a drink. “Natural energy booster. Thought it might help after work, y’know?”.

Toji raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t question you. Just casually tears the packet open with his teeth and licks the honey off the edge like it’s nothing. You watch from the fridge, biting the inside of your cheek to hold in your laugh. It’s criminal how fucking good he looks doing something so simple. You grab your drink and vanish to your room before he can notice the grin creeping onto your face.

It takes a while but maybe thirty, forty minutes later, you hear him shifting around on the couch. You peek down the hallway— and fucking shit.

He’s still lounging there, TV on but he’s clearly not paying any attention. One hand is resting on his thigh, the other tucked under his head and his hips keep shifting. You freeze when you notice the obvious shape straining against the front of his sweats. It’s not subtle either— it’s blatant. The fabric’s tented, and he keeps adjusting himself with this irritated little scowl like he’s trying to figure out why he’s getting an erection without warning or doing anything.

You casually walk into the living room, trying not to beam. “You good?” you ask, doing your best to sound normal.

Toji grunts. “M’fine. Just—” He sits up a bit straighter because you were there, then glances down at himself. He frowns. “Dunno what the hell’s up. Got this fucking—”

He stops short, noticing your eyes lingering where they shouldn’t be. He tugs the hem of his shirt down over his crotch but it doesn’t do much. “You seeing this shit?” he mutters, looking genuinely confused. “Haven’t even been thinking about anything”.

You shrug, taking a sip of your drink. “Weird. Could be the honey,” you offer innocently. “You know, some people say it boosts testosterone”.

He stares at you. “You serious?”

You nod, lips twitching into a grin.

“…You gave me a fucking boner on purpose?” he says slowly, piecing everything together. You can’t help it. You burst out laughing like a immature child.

He rubs a hand over his face, groaning in annoyance. “Fucking brat,” he mutters, and when he stands up— yeahhh, there’s definitely no hiding it now. The fat bulge in his sweats is very prominent and you shamelessly glance down again.

He catches you.

“Oh, you like that?” he says teasingly, a slow smirk creeping across his face now. “All that just for you, huh?”

Your laughter dies in your throat. You did not think this far ahead. Toji takes a slow step toward you, still adjusting his sweatpants. “You think you’re real funny, sweetheart. Gonna be even funnier when I make you deal with it”.

You blink up at him, your heart racing.

“Still feeling like a joke to you?

You open your mouth to answer, but your brain has completely short-circuited. The taunting grin on his face grows wider when he sees the panic start to creep into your expression.

Toji watches you squirm for a second longer, then chuckles low in his throat, eyes glinting with amusement. ��Look at you,” he murmurs, taking one more step toward you, close enough that you can feel the heat rolling off him and maybeeee even the tiniest hint of his hardened bulge pressed against your tummy, but you don't dare look down. “All flustered over a little blood flow”.

You glare at him, trying to muster a comeback, but he just leans down a bit, voice dropping conspiratorially. “Y’know, if you wanted to see my dick that bad, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask”.

Your jaw drops. “What?! I did not!”

He starts laughing— really laughing this time, the kind that makes his shoulders shake as he straightens back up and ruffles your hair like you’re a dumb little sibling who walked straight into a trap.

“Oh my fuck, your face,” he says between laughs. “Worth every second”.

“You’re the worst,” you hiss, shoving his arm annoyingly but he doesn’t budge.

“And you’re a little brat,” he throws back, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “Giving a grown man unsolicited honey just to watch him pop a boner? That’s sick behavior, kid”.

“You didn’t have to eat it!”

“You slid it across the table like a damn drug deal!”

You try to storm off, but he catches your wrist gently just as you turn. You pause, blinking up at him again, and he just gives you a crooked smile and murmurs, “Next time you wanna see it, just knock”.

Your whole soul leaves your body.

He lets you go, snickering to himself as he flops back down on the couch like he didn’t just commit a crime against your sanity.

[ameliathornromance]

“It’ll be fine.” You reassured him, holding your Orc Boyfriends hand. You gave it a comforting squeeze. “She doesn’t bite.”

“But she’s a little girl.” Your Orc answered. He’d stopped just before your front door. “Look at me,” your Orc Boyfriend let go of your hand and gestured to his figure. Tall, green and muscular, he pointed at the door. “Your child is going to go running for the hills once she sees me.”

"I've already told her you're an Orc." You tell him.

"Telling someone about an Orc and seeing an Orc are two different things, hun."

At that, you roll your eyes.

Your ex, had gone out to go and chop firewood and never returned. Since you lived very far away from the nearest village, it was rare you heard news. After your ex hadn’t returned the next morning, you went into the village, crying, pleading and begging for people to help look for him.

But unfortunately, no one had seen him. And two days turned into a week… which turned into three weeks… and then a month. Around the two month mark, you got a letter from your ex, saying that he had been having an affair with the milk maid and they had eloped.

Your daughter, who was only a toddler at the time, did not understand what it meant when you cried so much you gagged or when you randomly burst into tears when you saw newly weds passing by in a heavily decorated carriage.

The only thing that held you together, was your child. While you still wondered what you did wrong and conjured up daydreams of keeping your husband here, your daughter made those vanish in an instant. Just hearing even a small giggle, was more than enough to drown out those thoughts… for a little while at least.

Around your daughters sixth birthday, you had met your Orc. You had been in town, looking for cake ingredients when the Orc offered to help you carry your many bags. From that point onwards, the two of you were always in contact… And it became romantic.

Once you told him you had a daughter and told him of the betrayal from your ex, your Orc snorted. “What a pathetic man. You and your daughter are better off without him.” He had let a grin cross his face, “and now you have me. And I won’t leave you.”

When he told you that, you had stared at him, hardly daring to believe it. The internal doubt was blown away by his words, you had to hide your face from him as you wiped your nose and dried your eyes.

“Oh, hun I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he comforted, “c’mere.” You had spent the rest of your date in his arms.

Hearing his reassurance only solidified your resolution: Your daughter would have to meet your Orc Boyfriend.

But your Orc – who was usually so boastful and confident – was now reduced down to a bundle of nerves. It was sweet, how he braided and re-braided his hair over and over again, asking: “does this look alright?”

And now, as your Orc looked down at you, with your pleading eyes and sighed. He knew how important this was to you, your daughter was worth more than gold. “You’re sure she’s not going to be afraid of me?”

You gave a reassuring smile, “one hundred percent.”

Sucking in a deep breath, and exhaling, your Orc Boyfriend nodded. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

The two of you marched forward. As the two of you got closer, you heard a loud giggle come from inside the house.

Your smile only grew wider as you opened the front door and out running, came a flurry of (H/C) locks that headed straight for your Orc.

Your daughter skidded to a halt in front of your Orc and pointed, looking between you and your boyfriend. “Mama, you were right!” She grinned widely. “He’s is super tall!”

“Honey,” You kneeled down to her height, “c’mon, be polite.”

“Oh, right.” Your little girl covered her large grin and stepped back a few paces. She stuck her hand out to your Orc, “I’m (D/N), it’s nice to meet you.”

Your Orc looked between you and the tiny child, who still held her tiny hand out to him, waiting for him to shake it. After your encouraging smile, your Orc uncertainly took her hand in his own and shook it. “Um, it’s nice to meet you too. I’m (O/B).”

“Come inside! I wanna show you the drawing I did of the birds earlier!” Not letting your Orcs hand go, your daughter proceeded to drag him inside the house.

As you watched them pass the threshold, your Orc couldn’t help a smile of relief wash over his face.

“I told you you’d be fine.” You whispered to him as your daughter thundered up the stairs to go and get her drawings.

“Why are you telling me that? I wasn’t nervous at all.” your Orc bluffed. He laid back into your sofa, his old confident smile returning.

The day went smoothly after that, your daughter held your boyfriends undivided attention for hours as she explained the fictional drama between her stuffed animals, Mr Blake, the Shopkeep and Mother Goose.

“No!” Your Orc’s jaw dropped when your daughter announced that the Shopkeep had been giving Mother Goose chicken instead of ham like she asked.

By the end of the day, your daughter was practically falling asleep in your boyfriends arms, eyes flitting closed and snapping open whenever the two of you spoke.

Once you’d put her to bed, you found your Orc sitting on the sofa, grinning. You return his smile, confused. “What?”

“You get up everyday and handle that kid.” He said, not taking his eyes off you. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You rolled your eyes, crashing next to him on the sofa, “she’s a handful, but I love her.” you yawned. “It is a lot to do on my own, but I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“She’s got me now too.” Your Orc Boyfriend snuggled closer to you. Heart swelling, you threw your arm across his torso and you let your eyes slide closed. And the two of you fell asleep, basking in the domestic bliss.

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[cyb-by-lang]

Cascade (part 5)

Oops.

(Meanwhile, Kei chafes under Quirk laws again.)

So, there were more Nōmu where the first guy came from.

At least three more. All of whom were totally randomly tearing up Hosu while Kei’s classmate had taken a hard right four blocks ago and run off.

And as she ducked away from an exploding car tossed by one of the three skull-free wonders, raising a water shield as she went, Kei figured if Iida was still alive when she found him again, he owed her one free chokeslam for this. Possibly two.

“Stay back, Cascade!” Manual ordered, once Kei finally got water flowing out of the nearest fire hydrant. “Leave combat to the pros!”

While Kei’s first instinct would’ve been to decapitate the fire hydrant, Manual had walked Kei through the procedure for tapping local water supplies for his Quirk without unduly stressing the system. Normal firefighters would still need the hydrant later. Particularly if every vehicle in town kept catching fire when a villain flipped it hard enough.

Speaking of decapitations, though, it seemed as though the knowledge of how to stop someone like Nōmu hadn’t yet disseminated to the larger hero community. She heard a couple of pros shout for the various blank-eyed—or even eyeless—villains to surrender, to no avail. It was difficult to make out the sound over the cacophony of screaming civilians and bellowing monsters bent on breaking every gas main they could find.

Kei cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted back, “Manual-sensei, I can help!”

“I won’t put you in danger.” Manual grunted with effort as his Quirk took hold of every drop of water bursting to the surface. “If you want to help, keep an eye out for civilians and find Iida-kun!”

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Some random 141 Headcannons.

I thought these be pretty fun to do. Kind of cute little Headcannons for my boys.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Big anime fan. Love all the classic anime,  Naruto (sometimes he and Soap will do the Naruto run) Dbz, Inuyash. His  absolute favorite is Yu Yu Hakusho, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, HunterxHunter, Trigun and FullMetal Alchemist

He’s amazing at Ping pong, on the base he’s basically unbeatable.

Hell of a amazing baker. When it’s someone’s birthday he’ll make them a nice cake. And some times will randomly make cookies for the teams. Will literally have to fight Ghost because he almost ate all of the cookies.

Loves all animals, but sadly he’s a allergic bunnies. Breaks his sweet heart. Will almost burst into tears if he sees smol puppy or kitten.

Can do hand stands with easy.

Played every Zelda game ever! Link and Zelda are his mine in super smash. Loves Kingdom hearts and losted his mind when Sora in going in the new smash game.

Johnny Soap MacTavish

Also a anime fan. Love Demon Slayer, Ranking Of Kings and Jujutsu Kaisen.

Huge Mario Fan plays all the game and he and Kyle will have Super Smash Tournaments and Mario Kart Racing. He’s the biggest Pokémon fan boy and knows the lore like the back of his had. Played all the games, as a loads of plusies from from differnets games and anime. His all time faveorte starter is Bulbasaur. Wants a real Pikachu.

Can’t for beans. Kyle to each him how make chocolate chip cookies nearly burned kitchen down. Price still made it a new not to let Johnny too cook or touch the stove. At all.

Great with small childien. Has a nephews and niece helped raise and babysits them before he join the army. Big family man for sure. 

Simon Ghost Riley

Foodie. I mean it this man can eat. He has eaten haft of plate of cookies until Kyle told to save some for the other man than once.

Like anime too. Big I mean BIG DBZ fan. Piccolo is favorite. Has at least tried once I trust become a super Saiyan when he was younger. He watched Ranking Of Kings, by the episode 2 is was almost sobbing. Big Digiman fan.

Works out. lmost daily. Considers it his alone time. He’s alone he likes to flex in front of the mirror. He’s very proud of his physique. (Aaaaand Johnny had seen doing it, took a video with him knowing and sent to Kyle. Both still almost wet themselves laughing at it too this day)

Love all animals. When he retires wants to get a small small house with a farm to raise few chickens and dog.

Is afraid swans. Was attacked by one when he was a child. Hated snakes more afraid of the them than swans. Will have a panic attack if he sees one. (Poor baby)

Captain John Price.

Has 2 cats. A white lazy cat that loves to cuddle and calm and chaotic orange one and dose orange cat things. Out no where he would just zoom around the house and annoy his sister and dad. As a million pictures of his fur babies on his phone. So cat dad.

Smokes high end cigars, trying quit smoking. Snores super loudly could wake up the whole base. Denys it too.

Hates doing paperwork. A bit of a workaholic. The boys found him passed out in his desk sometimes.

Dose not play video games game that much. But has plays the Tall tell’s The walking dead. Cried so hard. Loves anime. Trigun being one his all time favorite. Loves metal music. Linkin Park as a special place in his heart.

Huge Pokémon fan. Plays Pokémon Go. Plays Minecraft to help him relax. Has played with Kyle. The two troll the crap out of each when the play.

Would foster some kittens but the man would fall love and keep all them if he could. Wants to get another cat at some point. Again Cat dad. %100

[secretlythepits]

Sad Things

My husband sold his bicycle last night. It’s his favorite sport. At one point he had 3 different bikes. Now he has none. The premise is maybe when he’s feeling better he’ll get a new fancy like he always wanted to, but he didn’t even pretend that was likely.

He asked me if the kids knew recent developments. I told him I’ve been keeping them updated. He was relieved. I told him that communication is hard for him so I decided to do it for him so he wouldn’t have to. I’m following my intuition. Telling the kids. More recently, updating his closest friends. So he doesn’t have to. He was grateful, wants me to keep doing it.

I was frustrated when he was in denial, but I’m heartbroken now that he’s not. He did 2 SBRT sessions and has 3 more next week, then he’s done. He’s getting tired of treatment. I think when there isn’t a cure, it’s hard to just do it but he’s nowhere near ready to question it. And for someone who wants to follow standard western medical practices, it would be premature.

Me?

I’m breaking my teeth because I clench so tightly at night. I’ll be getting a night guard but it takes time and I am so humiliated and afraid of the damage I’m doing.I’m avoiding going to bed right now because it’s basically the time of day I create pain. Valium isn’t really healing and I daren’t take any pain pills because how would it not become an addiction. My pain level is 8-9.

And I’ve been bursting into tears. Yesterday at the dentist. Today at home in front of the kids, doubling over because I could not stop. That was due to getting an email where someone said they’d help me register my child for an AP test— a favor I needed. My biggest son gave me a hug and I was sobbing into his chest the way he used to cry onto mine. Surreal.

And problems walking. Mixing my words. Getting confused by calendar time. Emotional dysregulation.

I would love to go into that dark sensory goo and take a real rest. I did that once, the weekend I got engaged. Was it good? Probably just salt water. I can’t remember. I just remember the world stopping for a bit and expecting nothing from me.

I can’t believe my husband doesn’t own a bike anymore.

He bought me a fancy mailbox this week. Randomly. Something I always wanted, not a priority.

Ok. I’m going to try to relax and sleep. This isn’t working.

[cloevr]

bad news: siggy has been missing ever since my parents let him out in the middle of the night a few days ago and i'm getting increasingly afraid my worst fear is going to come true i know its only been 3 days but i feel like i'm going to fall apart... i keep crying randomly whenever i remember hes not home i just burst into tears at the sight of a little ball of his fur inside the garage by the door

surprisingly my parents are actually trying to help look out for him like checking local animal places and neighborhood pages my mom is a member of on like facebook and shit. we cant do posters outside because its like chronically rainy and high winds. i keep feeling so sick to my stomach at the thought of anything bad happening to him im hoping at least maybe someone took him in since hes not chipped or collared. i want so badly for him to be eating and safe and warm but i dont know that for sure so im so stressed

[words-at-4am]

I am posting to vent really.. I feel as though I am stuck in this loop. I’ve worked 7 days a week for the past 3 months straight minus a week for getting the cold. And it’s really messing with my mental health. At first I thought I could handle it.. I was making some more money, I was active every day.. I thought it was making me more productive.

The other is a stable reliable job in the medical field, which I never wanted to be in. One that drains me the second I enter the door. One that is extremely stressful because, while it’s stable and the spot is secure and easy to get to, it pays way less. I’m a pharmacy technician with no schooling background or prior medical knowledge in a low income area. Someone’s always screaming and crying. We are constantly denying ppl there meds because of insurance issues and it’s just mentally a lot on my soul. Not to mention i dam near break down everytime someone asks me an array of questions I don’t know the answer to even after working here for 7months. Rightfully so since pharma n POC don’t have the most trusting relationship. They look at me and think they can trust me, which they can I try my best to fully assist anyone and use every method to help even ones my coworkers would “overlook”. But It’s a lot. I know nothing about pharmacology. I barely took Tylenol before this job. I thought it would be a good stable job to signify that I was finally getting my life in order, dropped the arts, which I love and got a “respectable” profession.

They said I didn’t need any prior knowledge and I’d pick it up as I go.. the only thing I know how to do by heart is fill pill bottles. And even then.. I can’t pronounce half of the pills. Someone ask me a question I have to tell them to hold on and ask someone else…. And they always side eye me. Like somehow I, who was hired with no prior knowledge at all.. should know things they did after years of schooling. If I had a headache I drank tea, I’m Caribbean🤣 I didn’t go buying 3 types of pain killers it’s not “common knowledge” to me. In any case I feel like I need to drop one. I’m so tired now. Bags under my eyes, skin a mess.. I have more money I suppose but not enough to keep running myself into the ground. I have no time for doc appts , hair appts , spend time with family or friends. Do any hobbies, I just sleep. I don’t eat properly anymore I just eat whatever is closest outside..lately I’ve felt the urge to randomly bursted into tears having to go to bathrooms to pull myself together.. I force and drag myself up every morning but especially to the medical job. & no I got no kids. I live with my disabled mother. I know I need to make a change.. But I’m not sure what to do. I don’t want to make the wrong decision & end up without a job. The first one is so finicky they could tell me that it’s not working out tomorrow and that would be it. The medical one is unionized. But tbh I suck at my job.I wanted to go back to school, but it’s been so long since I’ve dreamed of something to do that wasn’t just to survive...

In any case.. I feel like maybe I just stick with the pharmacy because it stable. I am looking for other jobs but there isn’t much luck. I still apply everyday to at least 5. My friends & family say follow my heart and care for my mind. But I don’t want to be the only person in my circle without an “adult” job. Or in school. I don’t want to be end up the broke or liability person, I don’t want to burden those around me, I don’t want to be 25 in my moms home still lost on where to start. I had a rough childhood, abuse of many kinds etc. I never thought I’d make it to 25.. now I’m here I’m grateful.. I just want to be able to take care of myself financially and also have time to care for myself in other ways, then care for my family. So.. yeah this is the first time in months I’ve said a word about how overwhelmed I feel. Sorry if it’s a lot or sounds like it’s not that deep.. it is to me.

And thanks for having a space I can release.

[oennpellmell]

US democrats quietness about their achievement aside (and at this point I am telling you they are doing it on purpose) there is a reason why GOOD doesn't make noise: society (and people profiting from it) doesn't let it be loud. Whenever someone just want to tell the good they did, (may it have a large scale impact or not) there is always a crowd of A-holes telling them "it is virtue signaling", that they just want attention therefore their action cannot be called GOOD and that if they really were a good person they should stay humble about their good deed as rewards will always come naturally for those who remains humble.

Seriously. Every. Single. Time!

Which result in two things: 1/ You can't be openly proud of your positive impact without being called out. 2/ Actual opportunists USE that for their own advantage to control the narrative (just like the insulin thing above) and their public image.

It is a feature not a bug. It is freaking toxic and we need to get out of this mindset that it is a lack of humility to share the good stuff we do.

There is no wrong in being proud of it. And people need to get off their high horse that the only reward for goodness comes in the afterlife therefore it doesn't matter if it unnoticed or even worse, that it should be unnoticed to be rewarded.

FUCK. THAT!

I wan us to share all the good stuff we did: big or small. Because people need to know stuff is done by a wide variety of people. And not just the one who want the narrative.

Make it the loudest thread of good deeds to show that we can make public traction by taping in people hope and not their fear.

Make noise!

I start: - I have prevented all my neighbors to be burned alive by waking them up before it was too late for us to escape the ongoing fire of our building. - I went to the ER to accompany a complete stranger that was at my work Christmas party just so they wouldn't be alone while recovering from their seizure. - I assisted a pregnant woman that collapsed in the subway train, when no one raised a finger (while I was on my way to my graduation ceremony). - I saved the life of a friend that had Lyme disease by pointing out that the bruise they had on their leg was not a bruise but a bug bite that got infected. When three different hospital were wasting their time in focusing on cancer. - I have sheltered a beaten woman in my home, when I found her hiding under my porch to protect her from her enraged boyfriend who was looking for her in my street and disturbing the traffic. On smaller scale: - I have tracked someone just with the help of their college ID name, to return their wallet I found on a street. - I went to a lengthy trip to return a letter I found in the mud (unopen) to its recipient. - Every time I am in a bus or a train, I keep an eye on people around me and if the road become bumpy I always shield my neighbor to prevent them from falling. So far, I have prevented 3 people to hurt themselves badly. - When I was living in big cities, I would randomly write on the snow piled on cars, stuff like "I wish you a good day" just because I hoped it could lift up the mood of people going to work in the next morning. - I have shared or given away my lunch to several people in my life just to make sure they were not going hungry - I have fought for my subordinates to have a raise when I saw the inequality in their salary. - When one of my employers was managing their staff solely by point their mistake out to show they were the boss which always resulted in my colleagues being miserable and unable to be efficient, I always took them apart to cheer them up and tell them the stuff they were doing right. One of them burst into tears because until I told them so they had no idea if they were doing a good job. - I make sure that every one working in my team is in a good mood and not feeling distressed. If they aren't, I send them to rest and reduce their work load because fuck corporation mindset. No business should be done at the the price of someone else physical and mental health. And... - I have held on a butterfly with broken winds I saw fall from the ceiling from the middle of Manhattan to my residential garden flowers pots across the river, to make sure it would survive a bit longer and die surrounded by flowers Now your turn people!

[fictionfromthevoid]

Being Adam Dalgliesh's best friend- headcanons

A/N: female reader, this is about the 2021 TV show

Warnings: mention of death of kid and partner , depression, suicidal thoughts

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You've known each other since you were children and have been best friends ever since

You were the best woman at his wedding and the Godmother/aunt of his child

When his wife and child die, you are there for him

You hold him when he cries, you organize the funeral, you pack the baby stuff into boxes so that he doesn't have to see it every day

You cook for him and make sure he eats when he can't get out of bed because life has become pointless, and all he wants to do is die

He probably moves in with you for a while after the death, because he can't bear to be reminded of what he has lost every day

Either that or you move in with him because leaving his home, his home where he should be happy with his wife and raise a kid, is unthinkable to him

Therapy wasn't really a thing in the 70s, I think, but maybe you are lucky and are able to find him a therapist

You will have to make sure he actually goes, tho

not because he has anything against therapy, but because he is drowning in his depression and doesn’t see the point in getting better

But more likely, you will kind of become his therapist

You do everything you can to be there for him

In the beginning, he cries in your arms nearly every day

But the acute pain that makes him throw up and want to scream forever dulls over time and leaves him void of any energy, hopeless

The two of you are seldom apart in the first few months after his loss

You talk a lot, or rather he talks and you listen

There is no advice you can give to him, no words that can offer any relief for his pain

all you can offer is room for him to talk about his feelings, help in processing his grief and a shoulder to cry and someone to lean on

You cannot lessen his pain; you can only make sure he survives it

You encourage him to write poems about it

He does, and it seems to help him somewhat, even tho he’s sure that these poems would never be published

At some point, it becomes clear that neither of you will move out in foreseeable time

He relies on you to get through the day, and you would never think about abandoning your best friend when he has hit rock bottom

So you make adjustments - you either move or repurpose a room so that both of you get your own bedrooms and all of your stuff fits into the flat

When he starts working again, especially in the beginning, you accompany him in cases, a lot

If you are also part of Scotland Yard, that’s not a problem at all. You simply become part of his team

If not, you mostly join him on cases outside of London because then you can be simply introduced as a consultant

which is a lot better than „this is my friend who keeps me from breaking down and randomly bursting into tears whenever I see a loving couple or a kid“

Cases involving kids/babies are especially triggering to him

You are there with a comforting hand on his back or arm, a quick or long hug, snapping him out of memories and reminding him that he is not alone

Debriefing cases in the evenings over a beer or tea

You being there makes going back to work and simply going back to normal life a lot easier for him

But you pretty much taking the role of a carer takes a bit of a toll on your friendship dynamic

He often feels guilty for burdening you with his grief, taking up so much of your time, and making you give up parts of your life to support him through this

He also feels guilty for not improving, talking to you about the same things over and over again

He requires a lot of reassurance that he isn't a burden, that he is not indebted to you for caring for him, that you do this because he is your best friend and you love him and that you would talk with him about the same thing a thousand times a day if it would help him

Generally, it takes a lot of communication between you two, to not let this change in dynamic ruin your friendship

When he meets Emma Lavenham, that man is lost

He knows that he kind of likes her, but he also feels guilty for it and like he is cheating on his (dead) wife,

prepare for endless conversations along the lines of: " I think I like her. I would like to see her again.... but I can't. It's been only 5 years..., but would she want me to meet new people? I cannot ever see someone else in that way, but why do I feel like that towards her?" and so on

And when he does meet her at that art gallery thing, you feel like you are 15 again, trying to help him navigate his first dating experience

Like, he comes back and tells you everything! You debrief the whole date, untangling his feelings and dissecting every interaction.

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[nataliawrites]

The Cat's Meow // Lando Norris

You would never be used to this. The fans and photographers and journalists snapping photos of you just because you walked in next to your boyfriend. Your hand linked with his, a smile graced your face as you enjoyed the feeling of a beautiful spring day in Baku with the man you loved and ignored the cameras as best you could.

Lando chattered away about your dinner plans, excited to meet up with his friends around the grid, while the general noise of race-day enveloped you as the two of you made your way to the McLaren motorhome.

Your head snapped up as the indistinguishable conversation and random shouts from media members to look their way were cut through by a high pitched squeak, “did you hear that?”

Lando paused while describing the club you would be going to later tonight, “hear what?”

Another squeak.

“That,” you stopped in the middle of the pathway and listened. It was coming from a grassy area covered with little bushes just beyond the fence.

You grabbed your boyfriend’s hand and dragged him with you as you found the nearest gate and waited for the security guard to let you past. You followed the squeaks to an era of low shrubs and knelt down to look between them.

“Oh my god!”

“What is it?” Lando squatted down and tried to peak over your shoulder.

You stared at the little balls of fluff still too young to properly open their eyes, “they’re newborn kittens!”

“Y/N … you know we can’t.”

You moved to get a better view and teared up at the sight of the cat laying behind the kittens, limp and stained with blood. She clearly didn’t make it through the birth. “But their mother’s dead,” your voice wavered as you tried to hold back tears.

“Love, there’s nowhere we can-“

You finally burst into tears, overcome with the thought of the innocent babies in front of you not making it, “they’ll die if someone doesn’t take them. They’re so small.”

“Okay-okay. Don’t cry,” Lando soothed you. “Just give me a minute.” He ran back towards the paddock as you took off your cardigan and carefully wrapped the kittens in it to keep them warm.

Soon enough, Lando returned and joined you on the slightly damp grass. He placed the cardboard box stuffed with a few papaya t-shirts to line it that he brought back in front of you and you slowly moved the kitten-filled cardigan into it.

“There’s three of them.”

You wiped your eyes, “I’m not giving them up. They need us.”

“I know, love. You’re so caring. It’s why I fell for you in the first place.”

“Thank you, Lan. I need milk and a dropper for now until I can run out and get them proper formula after the race.”

He helped you up and led you toward the motorhome again, “there’s milk in my driver’s room and we can stop by the medical center to see if they have a dropper we can use.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Even when you decide to randomly adopt three kittens during a Grand Prix.”

You were so lucky.

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[whirlwindimagines]

Hey!! I love your work I was wondering if I could ask for some Vash comforting Reader who’s got adhd and some real shitty parents who treat them like an animal because of it? Mostly self indulgent since I’ve been dealing with that shit lately and just need some comfort but if this is out of your comfort zone then there’s no worries at all!!!! Please make sure to take care of yourself too and always remember you’re loved!!! Love and peace ✌️💕

Thank you! And I’m sorry you’ve been feeling so down, and dealing with that. I’m probably, not the best person to write this lol so I just tried to write some comfort. I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I hope you enjoy it! And you are loved too! 💙

‘And I’ll love the world, like I should’

Vash X Reader

Opening the window quietly, the night air hits your tear-stained face. And while it makes you feel a little better, but not by much. Taking a deep breath, you sneak out of the window and hit the desert sand with a soft ‘thud’.

Shoving your hands in your coat pocket, you head out into the dunes. There’s a great overhang outside of town, that you love resting at. You go there to think and just be. Kicking some rocks out of the way, you try not to think of home. But it’s painful not to, your mind randomly jumps to Vash.

It warms your heart a bit thinking of him, meeting him had been an accident. You helped him out when some bounty hunters were on his tail. After everything got sorted out, you bought him a warm meal and he was very appreciative of it.

The week or so he spent with you was one of the best ever, spending time with someone so kind made your life for the moment easier. Vash was easy to talk to and he was a good shoulder to cry on. While he helped you with your own messy emotions you also liked helping him. Your problems seemed so small in comparison to his, but he never made you feel that way.

Reaching the cliff side, you sat down on the ledge swinging your feet back and forth. You missed him, watching him leave was hard and it made returning back to your cold home even more painful. He would try to visit when he can, and you enjoyed it every time. It’s been a while now almost a month and you missed him greatly.

Moving to lay on your back, you rest your hands over your stomach and close your eyes. You figured sleeping out here was better than home, not knowing how long you’ve resting there you hear footsteps behind you.

Sitting up in slight fear you turn, you let out a soft gasp as Vash stands before you giving you a wave and a soft smile. You burst into tears, Vash lets out a confused noise and quickly reaches your side dropping to his knees before you. His hands hover only for a moment before he gathers you in his arms you resting in his lap.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head before resting his cheek on your head. Holding you carefully in his arms, “it’s okay, I’m here.” He mutters it softly to you. The tears keep coming and your hands grip his jacket like it’s a lifeline.

“Sorry.” You whisper, Vash grips your chin making you look at him, he’s looking at you so kindly it makes your heart hurt. “Don’t ever apologize for your feelings.” He pouts at you, and you smile weakly at him. You sigh leaning into him, “it’s just so hard ya know. I feel like I’m broken” You whisper, Vash presses another kiss to the top of your head and makes your heart flutter. 

Vash let’s put a ‘hum’ rocking you a bit, “I know, but there’s nothing wrong with you.” More tears start to fall and you sniffle as Vash holds you closer, “you are not broken.” He says it so sternly it makes you jump, looking up and meeting his gaze you can see how serious he is.

You open your mouth to argue with him, but you're too tired. Feeling a little better, you close your eyes with a soft sigh. “Thank you, Vash, I’m glad your here.” And you mean it, you don’t ask why he is here and how long he’s staying for right now being with him like this is enough to ease your pain. 

Eyes opening with a start you yelp as Vash suddenly stands your arms going around his neck. “I’m glad I’m here too, but I’m not letting you sleep out here.” You whine, “I don’t want to go home.” You admit softly, and Vash smiles at you. 

“I won’t make you go back there; I got a hotel room for the night we can sleep there.” You like the sound of that resting your head in the crook of his neck you flush as you ask your next question. “Together?” With your hand on his chest, you feel his heart race. 

“Yeah together.” Smiling and content you close your eyes, trusting Vash to take care of you and keep you safe.

[heromaker-if]

What would be Hero and the ROs reaction to an MC who was so heartbroken and in so much despair after Frey's death that they randomly lose their memory?

They forget that Frey has died and when they see Hero, their first thought would be why there is a kid that look so much like Frey and they cannot even remember when Hero calls them. Even when Hero looks at them confusingly, or bursts into tears, they can not recall any memory of them, sometimes MC would even ask if they are someone related to Frey and inquire them of Frey's whereabouts. Only after some specific time would they get their sense back and they would remember the time when they forget who Hero is. At that time they would cry and apologize, and promise that incident would never occur again, but again and again they just lose their memory, nothing changes.

What possessed you to ask me this.

Like, I REALLY want to know where tf do you get these ideas from? I'm shocked and flabbergasted, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO HERO, TO THE ROS, TO THE MC????? I mean, I get it. The story itself is pretty angsty, but this??? Cruel. Plain evil.

I really hate the idea of MC forgetting Hero. That upsets me to such a quantum level, so I'm removing that from your ask if you don't mind. Memory loss due to trauma happens a lot, but I don't want it to happen between MC and Hero... 😢

Everything else... I'll do my best. Thank you for sending this ask! Please take pity on me.

Pachypoda would deal with it graciously. They would be able to find a solution to the problem. After all, there are many remedies and potions that can cure amnesia. But during the times where you are not healed yet, it does bring them a lot of pain to have to see you so delusionally believe the things that you do. They never correct you though, they'll wait for the time when they can help you, for now, you should be happy.

Astro/a is very much concerned. They get kind of awkward about it and don't know how to deal with it. They're not used to something like this. After all, they are a rather honest person, and not telling you about what's actually happening is very difficult for them. But they'll grow used to it with time, and give you whatever lie you need to be happy. That's the most important thing.

Secret LI1 at first, tells you every time you forget. Simply because they think you deserve to know. But the more times you keep forgetting, the more frustrated and guilty they feel. At some point, they stop telling you, they become distant and can't be around you because of how much resentment they feel towards themselves. It will be better for you to feel like you have your old life back, and they weren't there then, they won't be there now.

Secret LI2 would do their best to make you believe that truly everything is alright. They wouldn't mind letting you live like that, it's better to live ignorant than to know of all the pain that consumed your previous mind, only to consume this one too. They won't let you do that. But they will find some sort of way to regain your memories back permanently, it's better than being in this limbo.

[montgomerygaytor]

S s s sun and moondrop x reader with messy sleep schedule headcanons? Like sometimes they stay up for three day straight, other times they're asleep at like 6pm, other times they sleep at 10pm but then wake up at 4am before falling back to sleep At 2 pm. Stuff like that!! You don't have to do this request tho, have a good day!

Thank you for this I can't guarantee that these will be good but I've had a pretty crap week so hopefully writing will help me.

Sorry for taking so long with posting this I'm just trying to clear my head and get back to my normal. So basically I just need to try and start writing again and cosplaying again :D

Masterlist

Sundrop, Moondrop x reader (separate)

Sundrop <3

Pronouns: None mentioned for reader

He/Him for Sun and Moon

Warnings: None that I'm aware of

» He loves you so much and would never ever want to watch you hurt

»so your sleep schedule worries him

»He stays up with you as long as the lights are on and when he knows that the lights may go out he brings you a load of blankets and stuff in case you randomly decide to sleep.

» If he could he'd try to force you to have a normal sleep schedule but he's worried that you'd get mad

» If you have trouble falling asleep at times, he'd definitely keep you occupied

»I could honestly seem him messing up your sleep schedule more

»I'm sure we all know he means well but he's a robot that only seems to calm down when told that it's nap time

»so if you let him he's gonna keep being as energetic as normal

»I think that if you had just met, he wouldn't realise how horrible your sleeping pattern is

»If you get angry or just in a mad blood because of a lack of sleep and he doesn't realise, please try not to snap at him

»If he can, he WILL burst into tears immediately

» If your sleep pattern causes your health to deteriorate he will have to start taking action

» He'll set a bedtime for you if he really thinks you need it

»kinda threatening to have a giant robot telling you when your bedtime is

» He sometimes hopes that you aren't tired just so he can spend every second of his time with you.

» you are everything to him so if you are ok with your sleep schedule then he'll leave you be

Moondrop <3

» sleep

» He doesn't care if you want to or not

» sleep

» but seriously he would drag you somewhere random and cosy and just keep you there until you slept, doesn't matter if it takes days

»ok, yes, you can probably say that's kidnapping but he sees it as looking out for someone he cares about

» He'd grab soany plushies and just throw them at you until you sleep

»I think he'd lock you in a room from the outside and then get into the room through a vent

»Cuddles. He may not want to stay up with you but he will never turn down cuddling.

» He isn't particularly liked by the kids so it makes sense that he's quite touch starved and loves it when someone just holds him

» If he feels like your sleeping for too long though and you get too comfortable, he will hit you with a pillow or something

» actually, he's probably one of the reasons your sleep pattern has been destroyed :)

» If you aren't hurt, you can still cuddle that's his thinking

»I swear if he found you asleep in like a play structure he would throw you down there as quick as he could

» people would think that the daycare attendant that is meant to help kids fall asleep would be quite quiet but no

» He trips over things so often that if you had just missed, idk a week of sleep, and you were just drifting off he would trip over something LOUD

»needs constant attention

»has damaged his ankles a few times from "Tripping" over some paint cans

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

Sorry that's all I could think of. Now let me go be sad and read some Monty fanfic. (I promise I'm writing other requests)

[quackiseok]

— my honeypie

dream team x reader || headcanons

genre : fluff

warnings : swearing , public nervousness

anon asked : Omh your kisses hcs were so cute 🥰 could I request hcs with dream and george (and anyone else is you want!) with a shy reader?? Like, social anxiety and loner type of person? Thank you in advance, Darling! ❤

a/n : ANON ISTG YOU'RE THE SWEETEST 🥺💞 this is such a cute idea!! i'm so sorry this took so long but i hope you like it :] and i'm really sorry for the grammatical mistakes my brain was going WJEJRJRJRR while writing this OTL

song to listen to while reading :

; DREAM

he would be VERY careful around you

he would also be very caring towards you, always making sure that you're comfortable with him! :]

even though sometimes he would tease you by giving you cheesy pick up lines, he's actually the SWEETEST mf alive 🥺

he secretly LOVES how your face turns red when the two of you look at each other for more than 5 seconds 👉👈

as much as he wanted to tease you and just turn you into a human heater, he will refrain himself with all his might from doing so because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable :(

and when the two of you are cuddling and you turned red because how close the two of you were? [internal positive screaming from dream cause— man, you're just too cute and that should be illegal]

has a thing for : you hiding your face on his chest or the crook of his neck when you're feeling embarrassed or flustered psst, he enjoys it when you do that because he thinks you're so adorable AAAAA

he would also definitely let out a giggle before pulling you into his embrace when you're feeling shy, just letting you melt and hide your face on his chest,,,,,,,,,,,

and he doesn't want you to feel bad for being shy, so he would ALWAYS be very comforting when you're being shy,, like patting your back in a hug while whispering sweet stuff and say that "it's okay! i love you just the way you are, don't be sorry for being yourself." HNNGBTHHHTH HE IS SO WHOLESOME IM GONNA BURST INTO TEARS

in public? 100% protective mode on the whole time

will literally give actual death glares to people who makes you uncomfy with zero hesitation

if someone is obviously making you uncomfortable? he'd step into the conversation, somehow smoothly brought the bond to an end like it's so smooth that the person probably wouldn't even notice the death glare he's giving,,

either way, you're so thankful he's really good at talking things out 🥺🥺

but you love his protective side since it makes you feel safe!! :]

he'll always check on you and make sure that you're feeling ok :) if you don't mind, he'll gladly hold your hand and bring you closer to him

he would always try to distract you from feeling nervous by asking about the things you're interested in so you'd be distracted and just happily focus with the conversation between the two of you 🥺

((he loves the way you beam up when you talk about the things you love 🥺💞))

so overall? dream is a protective, loving dog boy who will literally square anyone up if they dare make you feel uncomfortable

; GEORGE

even though the two of you are both shy, george is definitely more protective over you

he 100% thinks you're so cute when you get all flushed around him so he couldn't help but tease you sometimes

but he does it occasionally and he only tease you mildly since he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable around him :((

has a thing for you getting shy in his hoodies, especially his merch hoodies >:]

why, you ask?

BECAUSE OOTMFMYGOD when you get flustered, your cheeks would go red and you'll cover your face with those cute sweater paws from his oversized hoodies and ohmyggdodod is it even possible not to let out a slight blush from the cute sight???

instead of admitting to you that he LOVES seeing you in his oversized hoodies, he would just randomly give you his hoodie and say stuff like "wear it, it's getting cold here." "wear this. it's comfortable, i swear." AAAAAAA <//3

ah yes, the two of you love cuddles and hugs but both are shy as well. what could happen?

the two of you are shy, of course. but this man would literally risk everything just to cuddle you, like even though he feels like he's gonna melt into a puddle if he makes a move on you, he does it anyways >:)

it's cute how he would just immediately turn red after giving you a hug, and you'll also turn red like him after a few seconds! but the two of you really said 'fuck it' and just melt into a puddle together ♡

but when in public?

george would 100% gets protective and less shy when it comes to protecting you

he would act SO COLD towards people who visibly makes you nervous or uncomfortable, so cold that he can end uncomfortable conversations immediately. mans deadass can stop the global warming with his attitude 😳

even though he looks cold, you're thankful that he can get the two of you out of such situations like that! :]

will let you play with his fingers when you need distraction or he'll show you cottagecore minecraft houses and ask you to build one with him later which would distract you from feeling nervous 🥺

and always make sure that you're feeling okay, and will offer you to go home and cuddle instead if you say you're not feeling great 👉👈

overall? george is a shy cat boy who secretly cares so much and will do anything just to see you smile or make you feel better

; SAPNAP

this mf right here will tease you almost everyday just to see you all flustered and red because of his cheesy words

but of course, he knows when to stop. mans knows the line!! :D

he just couldn't help it 'cause??? you're just so fucking cute????? like everytime he sees you his heart goes AKSJEKWKSJEJS because how cute you are 🥺

mans would definitely lift you up out of no where whenever he sees you doing nothing

like when you're walking down the hallway? he goes to you and just picks you up bridal style while nuzzling his face on you because DAMMMIT YOURE JUST WAY TOO CUTE >:(

or sometimes he would just hug you and lift you up while you're still in his embrace, your flustered face burried in his chest while he whispers out how much he adores you 🥺

basically just everything that involves him picking you up and shower you with lots of love, he'll do it 😳

you'd go all flustered which he absolutely adores but will immediately let you down if you said so and wouldn't do it again if you're uncomfortable with it :] ((he knows the limit babe ♡))

even though sapnap is a really sweet, clingy (in a positive way!), and playful guy; it's a different story in public

well i mean, he still acts really playful with you— but with the people who makes you feel uncomfortable? no mercy at all

like he can go from giving you the sweetest puppy eyes filled with stars to giving "i will snap your ass in half" glares to people who makes you nervous

sapnap will not hestitate to pull you closer to his embrace and tell the person that the two of you gotta go now and just walk away,

death glares are essential according to him

nonetheless, you're just thankful that he's there to save you from unwanted conversations with some people 🥺

will tell you his embarrassing but funny stories just to make you laugh and distract you from your nervousness despite him knowing the fatct that you would tease him with the story for weeks

he doesn't care, as long as you're happy 🥺🥺

would also play with your fingers and just ask you about random things to keep you distracted! :)

of course he'll crack so many jokes with you, and he just never fail to make you laugh happily 🥺

overall?? sapnap is a loving, playful dog boy who loves teasing you but then when someone else makes you uncomfortable he will growl at them

[griffintail]

Blow Us All Away

Pairings: Parental! Wilbur x F! Reader

Warnings: Blood Mention, Duel, Death

A/N: This is literally all over the SMP timeline the basic thing is Revivebur or Ghostbur didn't happen and L'Manberg is still a standing country. This is an idea I randomly had for my Lost Ones character Little Star and decided to just write it.

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Meet the latest graduate of King's College

I prob'ly shouldn't brag, but, dag, I amaze and astonish

The scholars say I got the same virtuosity and brains as my pops

The gents say my brain's not where the resemblance stops

I'm only nineteen but my mind is older

Gotta be my own person, like my father, but bolder

I shoulder his legacy with pride, I used to hear him say

That someday I would blow us all away!

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(Y/N) was always proud to consider herself Wilbur’s daughter. She had his fire and brains. He taught her his talents of music and she was able to learn with ease. She’d walk around with pride with her L’Manberg uniform, wearing and bearing her titles with pride.

The daughter of the nation’s president and a soon-to-be cabinet member. Her father was confident she could do just about anything and would most certainly succeed him with ease once she got older.

Today though, she was a lady on a mission. She had her uniform on as always but she had her hands behind her back, a serious look plastered onto her face. Ahead on her walk down the prime path, she spotted Niki and Eret talking.

“Ladies, I'm lookin for a Ms. Wastaken. Made a speech last week, our peace talk speaker. She disparaged my father's legacy in front of a crowd. I can't have that; I'm making my father proud.” (Y/N) stopped in front of the pair explain herself.

“I saw her just up Broadway a couple of blocks, she was goin' to see a play,” Eret told the girl.

“Well, I'll go visit her box.” (Y/N) tipped her hat before going to the stage in the SMP land.

As (Y/N) got to the stage, there was currently being a play put on people she didn’t know but that didn’t matter to her right now. She was a lady on a mission. In the high seats sat the daughter of Dream and that was her goal.

“Terror!” (Y/N) came forward in front of her seat.

“Shh!” Terror didn’t even look at her.

“Terror!”

“Shh, I'm tryin' to watch the show!”

“Ya shoulda watched your mouth before you talked about my father though!”(Y/N) protested as the other finally looked at her.

Around them, the crowd had become less interested in the play as they watched the far more interesting events in front of them.

“I didn't say anything that wasn't true. Your father's a coward, and so, it seems, are you.”

(Y/N) gave a short laugh as she watched her. “It's like that?”

“Yeah, I don't fool around, I'm not your little school girl friends.”

“Well, see you on the dueling ground! That is unless you wanna step outside and go now!”(Y/N) challenged with spread arms.

“I know where to find you, piss off, I'm watchin' this show now.” Terror once more didn’t look at the other woman on the ground.

(Y/N) clenched her jaw but stormed off. She’d show her! She’d win that duel and Terror would…

She stopped near Tubbo’s old house realizing what she had just done. That’s one thing Wilbur had never taught her; she didn’t know how to fight. They were a peaceful nation that didn’t need to fight. They used their words and she just signed herself up to use weapons.

“Fuck.” She muttered as she looked around.

She tended to overstep herself when it came to standing for her father, but this time she’d stepped too far. She didn’t know what to do, she needed help. There was no way she’d let Wilbur know what she did, but she knew one person that would keep a secret and she took off. Stopping outside the odd building, she knocked on the door and after a few moments, the fox hybrid opened the door, tail flicking seeing his sister.

“(Y/N), hey. What’s up?” Fundy asked, moving to let her.

“Fundy, I challenged Terror to a duel.” She admitted immediately as she walked in.

“You what?!” His fur puffed up as he closed his door hurriedly. “Why would you do that?!”

“It just slipped! She talked shit about dad Fundy! Fundy, if you had only heard the shit, she said about him; I doubt you would have let it slide and I was not about to!” She threw her hands up as she paced.

“Slow down.” Fundy tried to calm her as he took her shoulders.

“I came to ask you for advice, this is my very first duel. They don't exactly cover this subject in L’Manberg.” She sighed.

“Did your friends attempt to negotiate a peace?”

“She refused to apologize, we had to let the peace talks cease.”

“Where is this happening?”

“Across the river, in Las Nevadas.”

“Everything is legal in Las Nevadas.” They both nodded.

“Alright, so this is what you're gonna do. Stand there like proud until Terror is in front of you. When the time comes, fire your weapon in the air. This will put an end to the whole affair.”

“But what if she decides to shoot? Then I'm a goner.”

“No, she'll follow suit if she's truly a woman of honor. To take someone's life, that is something you can't shake (Y/N), our father can't take another heartbreak.” He muttered, looking away for a moment, as he thought of everything that happened recently.

Their father was certainly having a hard time with all of it and they both knew it but (Y/N) didn’t just want to stand there. That felt like proving Terror right.

“Fundy!” She protested.

“Promise me.” He looked back at her as he thought about the war. “You don't want this young woman's blood on your conscience.”

She hesitated before sighing as she nodded. “Okay, I promise.”

“Come back home when you're done.” Fundy patted her shoulder before going to his weapons chest and pulling out his old bow and handed it to her. “Take my bow, be smart, make me proud, sis.”

(Y/N) took the bow, staring at it before nodding. Putting it on her back, she took a deep breath before leaving Fundy’s home and went towards Las Nevadas.

“My name is (Y/N). I am a musician. And I'm a little nervous, but I can't show it. I'm sorry, I'm a Soot with pride. You talk about my father; I cannot let it slide.” She sang to herself the familiar beat she knew.

Before she knew it, she was in Las Nevadas and Terror was standing there with a few souls that had seen from the play to watch how this act ended and a few faces she recognized that must have heard about the duel about to occur. She just hoped her father hadn’t heard how she wasn’t using her words.

“Terror, how was the rest of your show?” (Y/N) asked as she came forward.

“I'd rather skip the pleasantries, let's go.” Terror told her, moving her mask from the side of her face to the front. “Grab your bow.”

(Y/N) nodded as she took off the bow. “Confer with your men. The duel will commence after we count to ten.”

(Y/N) went to her position as everyone started to shift with excitement and nervousness. A few citizens from Las Nevadas had become curious and came to see.

“Look 'em in the eye, aim no higher.” (Y/N) muttered to herself as she gripped onto the bow. “Summon all the courage you require. Then slowly and clearly aim your bow towards the sky.”

The counting started and they began to take their paces.

One, two, three.

(Y/N) pulled the string back and aimed it up.

Four, five, six.

Before most of the crowd could react, Terror turned on her heel with her bowstring pulled back.

Seven.

And the bowstring was released and (Y/N) let out a cry as she fell to the ground. Blood was already starting to quickly pour as Terror scoffed.

“And now that’s done.” Terror said, walking away as a few people went to help the other.

Everything was blurry for (Y/N). Everything seemed so fast but so slow. She didn’t know what was happening, she didn’t know where she was. All she could feel was pain and dizziness consuming her. She didn’t even hear as there was a call on the walkie about what happened as Foolish carried her to a cleaner location to hopefully heal her.

Fundy’s blood went cold when he heard the call on the radio and bolted for Las Nevadas. He demanded to know where his little sister was and once he found out where she was, he booked it for there too.

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Stay Alive

Stay Alive

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Fundy made it to Foolish had brought her and was ready to barge his way through every room to find her when Foolish stepped out.

“Where's my sister?” Fundy demanded.

“Fundy, come in, I brought her in a half an hour ago. She lost a lot of blood on the way over.” Foolish explained to him.

“Is she alive?” Fundy felt the tears in his eyes.

“Yes, but you have to understand. The arrow entered just above her hip and lodged in her right arm.”

“Can I see her please?”

“I'm doing everything I can but the wound was already infected when she arrived.” Foolish told him as he hesitantly led him to where (Y/N) was.

“(Y/N)!” Fundy rushed to her side, gently putting a hand on her forehead as Foolish let them be.

The pain had started to numb and (Y/N) could vaguely see her brother as she was able to hear him clearly.

“Fundy. I did exactly as you said, Fundy. I held my head up high.”

“I know, I know, shh.”

“High—” (Y/N) tried to continue but stumbled over her words.

“I know, I know, shh. I know you did everything just right.” Fundy assured her as tears spilled from his eyes.

“Even before we got to ten.” She needed to explain what happened, she needed him to know even as he gently shushed her. “I was aiming for the sky. I was aiming for the sky.”

“I know, I know, shh. I know, save your strength and stay alive.” Fundy pleaded with her as his ears went flat and his tail wrapped around his leg.

That’s when Fundy heard furious and upset shouting. Fundy squeezed his eyes shut as he knew one of those voices by heart and sure enough, not a moment later Wilbur came bursting through the door.

Wilbur’s heart had dropped the moment he heard about (Y/N) being injured. His little star…He didn’t know what happened, but he sprinted as fast as he could towards the country of Las Nevadas, demanding answers. His little girl had been in a duel…

The other side had been cheap and shot her before they even got to ten. And his daughter, his little star, his (Y/N), had aimed her bow towards the sky. When she made it out of this, he’d let her know how proud he was of her.

Yet, now he stood in the doorway, seeing his daughter barely together, a small bit of blood still collecting around her…

“No!” Wilbur shouted as he rushed over, Fundy moving back to let their father be by her side.

“Dad,” Fundy muttered.

“Is she breathing? Is she going to survive this?” Wilbur looked towards Foolish, who stood quietly at the door, before Wilbur looked at Fundy. “Who did this, Fundy, did you know?”

“Dad.”Wilbur looked at his daughter and took her hand carefully and put his forehead on hers as he teared up. “I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me.”

“My daughter.”Wilbur choked up as he squeezed her hand, Fundy putting a hand over his mouth behind them.

“We played guitar.”

“I taught you guitar.”

“You would put your hands on mine.”

“You changed the melody every time.” Wilbur laughed quietly at the memory as tears were pouring down his cheeks.

“I would always change the line.” (Y/N) muttered as her grip started to weaken.

“Shh, I know, I know.” Wilbur shushed her gently as his grip only went tighter.

“I would always change the line.”

“I know, I know.” He had to keep her awake and talking if she stopped…! “Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf.”

“Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf.” (Y/N) repeated quietly.

“Good. Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf.”

“Un-deux-trois…” She repeated partially with him before her eyes began to droop then closed.

“Sept-huit-neuf. Sept-huit—” Wilbur pleaded before he let out a sob as she didn’t respond.

Fundy sobbed as well as she was gone…