#it’s all been This Is How You Win The Time War ass love letters and grainy space zoom calls

[fauvester]

welcoming cardassia’s newest alien doctor at the docking port!

au where they kept in contact via subspace letters and struck up an epistolary long distance relationship until julian took a position on cardassia prime to be with his bf..

[leyiorr]

i can't stop looking at her t-t-t-t, FACE!

mdni.

satoru gojo is doomed.

why is he doomed, you ask? well, put bluntly, you, his girlfriend of five months, are driving him absolutely crazy.

crazy is an understatement, actually. insane, mad, mental, unhinged, deranged, bonkers - whatever you want to call it. he's holding on by a thread; the thinly woven string known as sanity growing ever weaker as the days roll by and turn into weeks.

of course, he's only blaming you. you hadn't actually done anything wrong.

you're the first relationship satoru's had in his life, and he'd be damned if some inappropriate thoughts ruin his chances with the love of his life. he'd never been happier - dating you gave him the kind of happiness he thought only existed in movies; the kind of giddiness of a child in a candy store.

he was devoted to you in every way, shape and form - you are everything he's dreamed of and more.

more.

that's right, you were more.

recently, you were the devil's temptation personified.

surprisingly, even after twenty-odd years of being one of the most attractive guys around, and having women throw themselves at him like he's some kind of greek deity, satoru is a virgin. i'll repeat that, he is a virgin. a fact that only suguru knows. a fact that he's neglected to tell his girlfriend.

he may have a flirtatious personality and the ability to charm ninety percent of the human race with one of his thousand-kilowatt smiles, but in truth, he had never dated anyone. ever. let alone got his dick in a pussy.

so when he starts wanting to go further, he's not sure how to bring it up without sounding like a horndog.

it all started when you wore a sleek black dress to one of your dates. it clung to your figure, fabric wrapping shamelessly around your every curve and tickling your midthigh at its end. and if that wasn't bad enough, it had a plunging neckline, giving the world - satoru specifically - an eyeful of the assets god gifted you with. your boobs were practically spilling out of your dress, the light catching your cleavage as you held his arm. he could feel himself salivating like some sort of perv. how was he supposed to focus with aphrodite's personal creation hanging off his arm?

his eyes began to drift to the flesh of your chest more than he'd like to admit. all sorts of r-rated scenarios ran through his head and he dared to entertain every. single. one. he could do so much with them, tease them, spit on them, pinch them, suck on them, put his dick between them-

“satoru?”

his gaze snaps back to your face at record speed. you notice how he's chewing his bottom lip, flush creeping onto his cheekbones and the tips of his ears. his hands are clammy; there's suddenly too little oxygen in his room.

“did you listen to anything i said?” your arms fold beneath your bosom and satoru almost implodes.

what do you expect him to do? the necklace around your neck has his initial on it, and it hovers over your tits almost mockingly. if it snapped, the letter would fall right between the valley of your breasts-

“satoru!”

he's choking on his saliva, apologizing profusely as he encourages you to continue your story - though he hasn't heard shit over the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

it's a battle no, a war between his rationality and his desires and he doesn't know which is winning. his rationality wins when he's around you - he just sucks in a breath and thugs it out, no matter how much his dick shouts at him. but in private, he's letting the desires win as his fists himself to the thought of you, your lips, your ass; your boobs.

the first time he sees you in a bikini he has to take a breather before he can get into a game of beach volleyball with you and the group.

(and even then he was struggling. every time you jumped for the ball the only thing he was looking at was your tits.)

he should be neutered. effective immediately.

it drags out for so long that you finally notice, and force him to talk to you about why he's avoiding you, and if you'd done anything wrong. but all you get is:

“baby, i'm so sorry- you're so pretty and i can't help myself. i didn't know how to bring up that i wanted to take our relationship to the next step, you mean the world to me and i'd hate to make you uncomfortable-” he trips and stumbles over his words-

“...is that it?”

and his eyes bug out of his head as he stares at you. weeks, months of agony over this and all you have to say is 'is that it'?

he doesn't even have chance to respond; to process your words before you're popping the top button of your blouse.

yeah, satoru gojo is doomed.

[roanofarcc]

BABYDOLL: CHAPTER THREE. SOMETHING STUPID

jj maybank x fem!routledge OC // read on Ao3

In which a boy with zero self preservation falls in love with a girl clawing at life.

chapter summary. party at the boneyards takes a turn into a turf war; jj’s in the dog house; lying to the cops is always a good idea; and the pogues explore the sunken ship for treasure

word count. 7.6 || masterlist

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The Kegger at the Boneyard went off without a hitch. Everyone was ready to soak up the August sun, meeting on common ground with a temporary peace treaty made of beers in plastic cups. 

Lottie refilled her cup and gazed around at the collection of teens sprawled across the beach. Kooks wore their preppy clothes, drinks in hand, and tried not to glare too hard at the Pogues they had to share the space with, considering the Boneyard was a part of the Cut. Tourists joined in the partying as well, fitted with sunburns and wide eyes, taking advantage of the unknown territory and faces they’d never see again once their week was over. 

An arm came down around her shoulders and a cup of beer was waved in front of her face. “Five bucks says I can finish a cup before you,” JJ challenged. 

She cocked her head to the side, skeptically. “Since when do you have five dollars?” 

He used his free arm to pat his back pocket. “Right here, Lot.” Something told her he was lying and there was nothing but a candy wrapper in his pocket, but she agreed anyway. They both made sure their cups were equally filled to the brim before a couple of kids around them began counting down. At the count of one, they tipped their cups back and started chugging. 

Beer dribbled down Lottie’s chin and was bitter in her mouth, but she didn’t waiver, determined to win. She swallowed the last sip before hastily throwing her cup down and throwing her arms up. JJ was just one second after her, declaring her the winner. The group around them cheered as Lottie bowed. 

JJ wiped his mouth, defeated. “That was cold, dude. Schooled my ass.” 

Lottie held out her palm. “That’ll be five dollars, Maybank. Pay up.” He scrunched his nose, making the same face he always did when he was about to try to bullshit his way out of something. Lottie had seen him make that face a million times since they were little. 

“Can I make you a counteroffer?” 

With a roll of her eyes, she said, “I knew you couldn’t pay up!” 

To be fair, I thought I’d win.” JJ started patting around all of his pockets, looking for something else to give her in place of cash, as she suspected. She was going to tell him to forget it, but his eyes lit up with an idea. “Ah, here we go. This is technically priceless, so, really, you’re robbing me here. But you’re pretty, so I’ll allow it.” 

Heat rose to Lottie’s face. The alcohol, she thought. 

JJ pulled off one of the braided bracelets he always wore on his wrist. It had a singular bead on it with the letter J painted on it. He gestured for her to give him her hand and she obliged. It was a little large on her wrist, so he re-tied it to fit. 

“Wow,” she said. “I’m honored.” The bracelet was cute, better than five bucks if she was being honest. 

They picked up their tossed cups from the sand, preventing a long lecture from Kiara about how they all needed to give more to the environment. She often drunkenly ranted about it when she made them all pick up the Boneyard in the middle of the night right away people left the Keggers. 

Lottie wiped the sand from the rim and made sure there wasn’t any inside before she refilled her once more. JJ stood shoulder to shoulder with her, gazing around at the crowd as he waited his turn at the keg. 

“Hey, look who showed up,” he said, pointing at a group of Kooks. Among them stood a blonde in a blue and purple sundress, not paying attention to what the group around her was saying. 

“Kie’s gonna be pissed.” Sarah Cameron didn’t often attend Keggers, but since she had started dating a Kook named Topper, she’d been coming around more. He and his friends always showed up, looking for trouble. 

The blonde must’ve felt them staring because she met Lottie’s gaze. Sarah said something to her boyfriend before she started walking right toward them. 

“Uh, why is the princess coming over here?” 

Lottie shrugged, staying put and watching as Sarah grabbed her bag from the sand before continuing towards them. JJ slowly backed away, probably not wanting to be caught talking to Sarah by Kie. He fell into another group of Pogues, quickly distracted. 

“Hey,” Sarah greeted. 

“Hey?” 

Sarah held out her hand, presenting a neatly folded pair of shorts to Lottie. “I wanted to give these back to you, and Wheezie wasn’t sure when you were working next.” 

“Oh!” Lottie relaxed slightly, taking the shorts she had let Sarah’s little sister borrow. She had worried the Kook princess wanted to pick a fight or something, even if that was more her boyfriend’s scene. The Kooks always had a way of surprising you, and usually not in a good way. 

“Thanks,” Lottie said. “Is she still boycotting the club?” 

“Until Midsummers, at least.” Midsummers was the event of the year for most Kooks. Lottie started attending as Kiara’s plus one since her parents refused to let any of the other Pogues come. Kie always managed to thrift the most beautiful dresses for both of them, despite her hating the event. She went to appease her parents, but Lottie liked pretending to be a Kook for a night. They would rob the club of shrimp cocktails and steal champagne from the kitchen until they snuck off to smoke with the boys back at the Chateau. 

“There’s no chance my dad lets her sit it out,” Sarah said. Something over Lottie’s shoulder caught Sarah’s eye before she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. “Thanks for helping her out, again.” 

“Yeah, of course.” Sarah offered Lottie a small smile before she walked away, back toward her friends. Lottie left to find the bag she had discarded when they first arrived and shoved the shorts inside before she lost them on the beach. 

“Why were you talking to Sarah Cameron?” Kie appeared behind Lottie, her face pinched in confusion and a familiar annoyance that always filled her face when there was even a mention of Sarah.  

Lottie was hoping Kie hadn’t seen her, but she didn’t get so lucky. 

“I let her little sister borrow a pair of shorts while I was working. She was just returning them.” 

The scowl on Kie’s face faded slightly, but her bleeding annoyance pricked the air. Lottie grabbed her hand and tugged her in the direction of the keg. “Come on, let’s get you another drink, yeah?” 

Kie relented, squeezing Lottie’s hand as she led them to the drinks. JJ was hanging around it, chatting with some Tourons, otherwise known as tourists, but he slipped away once he spotted the girls, rejoining them. Together, they topped off their cups and started bouncing from group to group, drinking, chatting, and laughing as the sun set over the ocean. 

The darkness didn’t stop the party. Drinks kept flowing until teens were stumbling around with buzzed smiles, hanging off of each other. 

Lottie and her friends made their way to the water’s edge. She watched as the soft waves washed over her toes and soaked in the sweet smell of salt water and booze. 

“Hey, you want this one?” JJ asked, approaching Lottie with two cups in hand. She had refilled her not too long ago and wasn’t looking to get totally trashed, so she declined. John B. was ready to take it, but JJ pulled away and called out to the group standing off to the side of them. 

“Hey, Sarah! Can I interest you in a tasty Milwaukee beverage?” 

“No thanks,” she declined. Hovering over her shoulder, Topper eyed the group with a hint of disgust twisted on his face. 

“Come on,” JJ slurred slightly. “Is it not fancy enough for you?” 

Sarah shook her head. “No, we’re just leaving-” 

Topper stepped around her, cutting her off. “You know what? I’ll take it. Thanks, man.” His voice was laced with sarcasm. He reached for the cup, but JJ jerked his arm back. 

“That’s nice, but I wasn’t asking you. Now, if you had said ‘pretty please,’ then maybe.” 

Lottie tugged gently on JJ’s arm, feeling the tension between the two groups steadily rising. The Kooks liked a lot of things: throwing parties, using their daddies' money to make all of their problems go away, and picking fights with the Pogues. Not that they were innocent, either. They had just as much fun getting under the Kooks' suntanned skin, but at the end of the day, there would always be more consequences for the Pogues. 

Trying to hand Sarah the drink again, JJ got just what he was looking for, a pissed-off Topper. He smacked the cup right out of JJ’s hands, sending the drink splashing all over. She knew right then it was over. JJ reared up to go at Topper, but John B held him back. For a moment, she thought her brother was going to break up the fight before it even started. But then Topper shouted, “Dirty Pogues!” And that was enough for John B. to shove Topper hard in the gut, sending him stumbling backward. 

“Jesus Christ,” Lottie muttered under her breath. The Boneyard was supposed to be the one place where everyone at least faked nice with each other, getting along just long enough to share drinks before they parted ways and returned to being at each other’s throats. 

Topper hauled off and tackled John B. launching them in a full-fledged scuffle. 

Pope cupped his hands round his mouth, trying to reel in John B. “We’re supposed to be incognito, remember!” 

Across the circle of people watching the boys throw punches and wrestle each other to the ground, Sarah tried to call off her boyfriend, but neither John B. nor Topper was listening to anyone. 

Topper landed a punch to John B.’s face, sending him to the ground. The crowd ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed,’ watching sick excitement. Lottie was not entertained but was growing rather concerned as her brother started to lose his upper hand in the fight. 

While he was down, Topper kicked him hard in the gut, sprawling him out in the shallow water of the incoming tide. Their clothes became soaked at John B. tackled Topper into the water. 

“We gotta go, man!” Pope yelled, his voice in a clear state of panic. 

All of the shouts mingled together, making them harder to make out as John B. punched Topper square in the jaw. Beside Lottie, she could hear JJ shout, “That’s my boy!” She glared at him. “Come on, he’s kicking his ass.” 

He spoke too soon. 

More punches and tackles were delivered until Topper got the upper hand, shoving John B.’s head into the sand, under the water just deep enough to cover his face. He kept a firm grip on the back of John B.’s head, not letting him up to breathe. 

“He’s drowning him!” one of the Pogues yelled. 

Lottie’s heart raced in her chest as panic pooled in her veins. She wasn’t a fighter, even in the slightest, but the sight of her brother struggling under Topper’s hold mixed with the collection of beers she had consumed. She balled up her fists and ran toward the fight. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” JJ yelled. “Lot, stop!” He reached out to grab her, his fingers ghosting her wrist, but she was faster, darting towards her brother. She shoved Topper with all her strength, causing him to waiver just slightly, but he didn’t let go. 

“Get off of him!” 

Topper screamed back, “Stay out of it!” 

In an irrational and hasty decision, Lottie threw a punch, hitting Topper in the jaw near the same place John B. had hit. Topper yelled out in pain, cupping his jaw and letting go of John B. for a moment. Despite him being free of Topper’s grasp, John B. didn’t move from his spot face down in the water. 

Her hand hurt like a bitch as she cradled it to her chest, watching with wide eyes as Topper flared his nose in anger and fixed his position, pressing down even harder on the back of her brother’s head. Lottie tried to get close again, but Topper threw his elbow back, the bone colliding with her nose. 

The force sent her backward, landing in the water with a groan as people’s shouts shifted from thrilled cheers to gasps. 

She tasted blood in her mouth, spilling from her throbbing nose. She covered the lower half of her face with her hands, blinking back the tears of pain as her head reeled from the hit. 

In a blur of movement, someone stood behind Topper and placed something against the back of his head. JJ. JJ and his stupid gun. JJ was holding the gun he stole to Topper’s head. 

“He’s got a gun!” one of the crowd members yelled, causing people to scatter off the scene. 

“I know you know what this is,” JJ said, his hand shaking just slightly. The change in the air was sudden, nauseating, as things went from bad to worse.  

Topper stuck his hands in the air. “We’re good, man. We’re good!” JJ didn’t move. 

“Kie!” Sarah cried. “Can you check your psycho friend?!” 

After a few more tense seconds, JJ lifted the gun from Topper’s head and aimed it straight up in the air. “Everyone listen up! Get the hell off our side of the Island!” He let out two shots, the pops echoing loudly in the one peaceful night. More people started to panic, running in every direction as they scrambled to leave the beach. Kie and Pope started berating JJ, shoving and cursing him out. 

Lottie wiped the blood from her nose before crawling over to her brother. John B. had rolled over, no longer submerged. He groaned between labored breaths. She helped him sit up, patting his back as he coughed up the water he ingested. 

Despite the only light being from the moon, Lottie could tell his eyes were unfocused. “Hey, you still with me?” she asked as his eyelids started to flutter. He muttered something she couldn’t make out before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body slumped forward. She caught him before his face crashed back into the water. 

“Guys!” Lottie’s voice cracked as she yelled, drawing her friends’ attention away from their argument. “Some help, please?!” 

They all hurried towards her once they noticed the unconscious John B. in her arms. Pope and JJ hauled him up, slinging his arms around their shoulders before they started half carried and half dragged him to the van. 

Lottie followed behind them, along with Kie, holding her nose and trying to make the pain stop. 

Kiara gently squeezed Lottie’s shoulder, brows furrowed in concern. “Are you alright?” 

“Fine,” she replied, wincing at the blood that stained her hands. Above that, though, she was more concerned about John B. That wasn’t the first time he had gotten into a fight. A couple of punches had been through, but Topper trying to drown him and JJ pulling a gun went miles above any fight the Pogues had gotten into before. They already were walking on thin ice between finding Scooter’s sunken boat and the man’s stash of cash and a gun in his motel room. If anyone somehow connected the gun JJ had to the one stolen and decided to pull it on a bunch of Kooks, they all were in deep shit. 

Kie frowned, gazing at the three boys struggling ahead of them. “I don’t know why we hang out with these guys.” 

“Me neither.” 

“At least you showed the whole island you know how to throw a punch.” 

Lottie cracked a small smile as they approached the van. The boys placed John B. down in the back of the Twinkie before the rest of them packed in. Pope was the only one who didn’t drink, knowing someone would need to drive them home. 

They stayed silent on the ride back. The only noise was the soft hum of the radio until they reached the Chateau. The boys placed John B. in his bed while Lottie retreated into hers. She changed out of her swimsuit and into an old pair of sweats and a t-shirt, tiredness started to creep in as the events of the night caught up with her. 

In the dim lamplight, she sat down at her desk and stared at her swollen nose in the mirror. Her knuckles ached too from the single punch she managed to throw. There would probably be a nasty bruise across her nose in the morning, but at least she’d match the gnarly black eye John B. would wake up with. It made her feel a little better that Topper would probably look like shit too in the morning. 

A small knock sounded from the other side of the door. Without turning around, she told them to come in, figuring it was Kie coming to bunk with her for the night or bid her goodbye. Instead, JJ entered, lingering in the doorway with a nervous smile. 

Through the reflection in her mirror, Lottie glared at him. “What?” 

“You’re not mad at me too, are you?” 

She scoffed, spinning around in her chair. “Seriously? What do you think?” 

He shrugged, looking a little irritated himself, which Lottie didn’t think he had the right to. “He was gonna drown him, Lot. Someone had to do something.” 

“I was trying!” 

It was his turn to scoff. “Yeah, and how did that work out?” 

She ignored him and returned her attention to her nose. JJ didn’t take the hint to leave. Instead, he softly closed the door and sat down on the edge of her bed. 

They sat in silence for a moment while Lottie tried to see if her nose was broken. She didn’t exactly know how to tell, but she assumed it would hurt more, or maybe she’d be able to tell by poking around the bone. When she touched the bridge of her nose, a hiss of pain escaped her lips. That must’ve been right where Topper’s elbow hit. 

“Alright, look,” JJ blurted out. “Was it stupid? Yeah. But you don’t mess with the Pogues!” 

Lottie sighed. “I get that, JJ. But a gun? What were you thinking?” 

His gaze was heavy, burning into the back of her head. She gave in, facing him once more to see his conflicted gaze and alcohol-flushed cheeks. “How’s your nose?”  

“Don’t change the subject.” 

He rolled his eyes, but there was no malice behind it. “I’m just sick of those Kooks getting away with that kind of shit, okay? They show up on our side of the island, try to drown John B., and almost break your nose. I can’t let that slide, Lot. If no one checks them, they’re gonna keep pulling this shit.” 

That may have been true, but that was a fact Lottie had accepted a long time ago. The more money you had, the more bullshit you could get away with; that was a simple fact of life. She thought the best way to avoid the Kook’s shit was to stay out of it and stay bitter from afar. They’d always get a free pass to get away with whatever they wanted to because their daddy or mommy could make any problem go away with some money that probably wouldn’t even put a dent in their accounts. 

“They’ve always gotten away with this shit,” she said. “Going all psycho on their asses isn’t gonna change that; it’s only going to piss them off.” 

“Yeah, well, pissing people off is my secret talent.” 

She bit back a smile. “It’s not really a secret.” She yawned, glancing at her clock on the wall that read nearly four in the morning. “I’m going to bed. Did you need anything?” 

JJ stood up, twisting his hat around in his hands. “Kie kinda took the couch in the living room and Pope’s on the porch….” Lottie stared at him. “Bad timing, I get it. No worries. I’ll just head home.” He turned on his heel, heading towards the door, but before he could leave, Lottie chucked a pillow at the back of his head. 

“You get the floor,” Lottie told him, crawling under her covers. He smiled, grabbing the blanket folded at the end of her bed and setting up a makeshift bed on the floor. 

Lottie turned the lights off and closed her eyes, exhausted. 

“Night Lot,” JJ whispered. 

“Night JJ.” 

➤

Lottie had hoped the morning would be peaceful, healing hangovers and icing wounds, but she couldn’t get that lucky. She had woken up to her friends having fled the Chateau and John B. waking her up with a frantic knock on her door, telling her the sheriff had shown up. 

Sheriff Peterkin had arrived on behalf of DCS. 

“They wanted me to see how y’all were doin’.” She looked between the twins. “So, who are y’all doing, besides the…” she gestured to her eye and nose, where the twins had growing bruises.  

“We’re great. Fantastic, even,” John B. replied. “Thanks for coming by.” 

“I’m glad to hear that, but I’ve heard a few things that worried me. Let me see if I can remember.” Lottie sat at the table, chewing on her fingers while her brother tried to clean up the beer bottles as casually as he could. “I heard that your guardian, Uncle Teddy, hasn’t been in the state in three months.” 

Lottie cleared her throat when Peterkin’s eyes fell on her. “Yeah, no. That’s not true-” 

The sheriff held up her hand, cutting Lottie off. “You don’t have to say anything. I know it's true,” she said. “I called the school. They said you, John B., were a good student but now you’re failing all your classes? And you, Charlotte, used to be so involved until you dropped all your extracurriculars.” 

After their dad disappeared, Lottie didn’t have much motivation to attend six a.m. swim team practices or stick around after school for student council. Besides, she didn’t have time after picking up more shifts at the Island Club, trying to keep their lights on. Even though their dad made a meager paycheck, it was more money than they currently had coming in between the two teens. 

“I’m only failing one class. History,” John B. said. “And it’s only because that dude’s a dick. He has it out for me.” 

Peterkin picked up a joint left lying on the coffee table. Underage drinking and smoking, they were lucky Peterkin didn’t seem overly interested in that. She grew up in the Cut, probably not too dissimilar from the Routledge's. If she bothered to arrest every kid drinking or smoking on the island, there’d be very few kids left. 

“And you?” 

“I got a job,” Lottie replied. “More practical, you know?” 

Peterkin hummed. “I also heard there was a fight yesterday at the beach, and a gun was involved.” 

Lottie’s throat went dry, panic inching its way up from her stomach. Luckily her brother kept his cool a bit better than she was. “A gun?” he scoffed. “No. Did I get in a dust-up? Yeah. And did my sister here break it up? Also yeah. But was there a gun? No way.” 

“That’s okay,” Peterkin said. “I know who it was. I’ll get to him.” 

Lottie’s fingers found the bracelet JJ had given her the night before. He was going to be in deep shit, meaning they’d all probably find themselves in deep shit. Not all of them had much to lose, but they had some stuff. Lottie could not go to juvie. 

“Listen, all I’m worried about right now is makin’ sure you two are in a safe home.” 

“Yeah, super safe,” John B. said. “Besides, Uncle T. is coming back so…” 

Peterkin tilted her head to the side, not looking like she believed him one bit. “Is that what he told you?” The twins both nodded. “Well, if he’s coming back, I think you guys should be allowed to stay. But, if I stick my neck out for you two, you have to help me out.” 

“What does that mean, exactly?” asked Lottie. 

“It means, a body was found in the marsh yesterday. Were you guys in the marsh yesterday?” 

Lottie resisted the urge to start biting her fingernails again, not wanting to give away her nervousness. John B. looked a little taken back by her question, but he held it together enough to answer. “Yeah, we were fishin’ for some drum.” 

“Did you catch anything?” 

“Nah, we were skunked.” 

Peterkin stood a step closer to John B. She spoke low, her tone giving away that she knew something about Scooter’s wreck. “Strange. Fishing’s usually good after a storm. All sorts of things get stirred up.” She paused, glancing at Lottie. “You come across a wreck yesterday?” 

“Nope,” Lottie replied. 

The Sheriff sighed. “You two are skimmin’ just above the surface.” She twirled her finger in a circle, level with her chest. “Down here is foster care or juvie. That’s a pretty far drop for two smart kids like yourselves.” She raised her hand above her head. “Up here is you two and your little friends doing whatever you want. It’s your choice. The Outer Banks or foster care on the mainland.” 

The twins exchanged a look, an unspoken ‘we’re in way overheads here.’ 

“You kids are one inch above the surface right now. If I were you, I’d start flappin’ my wings,” continued Peterkin. “Now, are you sure you didn’t across a wreck yesterday?” 

John B. nodded his head. “Yeah, we’re sure.” 

Lottie followed up with a “Positive.” 

“It’s better that you didn’t, you understand?” Peterkin said. If the money, gun, sunken boat, and dead body weren’t enough of an indication that they shouldn’t keep poking around, Peterkin’s intense gaze sure did. ��I’m gonna look the other way as long as you guys and your friends stay out of the marsh.” 

She started to leave, giving the house one last look over before clicking her tongue. “I have dogs livin’ better than this. I’d suggest cleaning up.” She pushed the screen door, leaving and letting it slam against the frame. 

Closing his eyes, John B. hung his head in his hands while Lottie slumped down beside him on the couch, kicking a few empty beer cans out of the way in the process. 

“What are we doing?” she asked. 

He blew air from his cheeks and shrugged. “Something really stupid.” 

“We can’t get thrown into foster care. They can’t split us up and take us away from our friends.” She couldn’t hide the fear in her voice, the thought of being without any of them made her stomach churn. She’d spent her entire life at her twin’s side. Their friends were too large a part of their lives too. What would they do without each other? Sure, JJ, Kie, and Pope would still have one another on the island, but they were a team of five not three. They all played a part. Without one single piece, they were incomplete. 

John B. sat up a little straighter, his expression morphing into one of determination. “I told you, that’s not gonna happen.” He wrapped an arm around Lottie’s shoulders and she dropped her onto his shoulder. 

“Juvie’s not any better.” 

“That’s not gonna happen either. I’ll tell the others we’re callin’ it off, okay? We stay out of the marsh and avoid all of that.” 

Telling the others went about as well as Lottie expected. 

“You guys really believe Peterkin is gonna help you out?” JJ asked, his face pinched in disdain for the local law enforcement. It was fair, they almost never were on the Pogues' side, but they didn’t have much of a choice whether or not to believe Peterkin. 

Leaning on the rickety old outside bar, John B. nodded. “Yeah, JJ.” 

The blond scoffed. “An actual cop. You guys are gonna believe a cop?” 

Lottie sat on one of the plastic chairs that somehow survived the hurricane, pulling her legs up against her chest and trying to let the breeze cool off the impending doom of her and her brother’s future that was hanging on a thin thread. 

Shortly after Peterkin left, she had taken a shower to wash the smell of booze off of her from the night. While they waited for their friends to arrive, she and John B. managed to clean up the Chateau, not loving that she had compared their living situation to dogs. They tossed the smoked joints and beer cans and swept up all of the sand they’d tracked in. The place smelled and looked a lot better, which did help Lottie feel a little bit better. Even if DCS still poked around, at least it looked like someone responsible was taking care of their house and they weren’t living like in some teenager’s dream shit-hole. 

“All we’ve gotta do is stay out of the marsh for a couple of days, and she’ll help us out,” John B. said. “And it doesn’t help that your ass was the one shooting the gun.” 

JJ rolled his eyes. “You know what? I should have just let Topper drown your ass.” 

“Yeah, because he really was gonna drown me.” 

“It sure looked like it!” 

“Enough!” Lottie said, a bit louder than intended, shutting the two boys up before they continued their bickering. “Sorry,” she sighed. “But we would prefer not to get shipped off to the mainland for tossed in juvie, okay? If she says she’ll help us, then what other choice do we have? It’s either we trust her or we end up in who the hell even knows where by the end of the week.” 

Slumping down in the seat beside Lottie, JJ still looked slightly annoyed, not at them but in general. “They always win, don’t they? Kooks versus Pogues. They always win!” he kicked a beer can, sending it flying. 

“It’s okay,” Kie said, in an attempt to cool off the conversation. 

“No, it’s not okay! They don’t want us to go into the marsh. That means there’s something valuable down there and you guys know it.” They had no idea if whatever was in that wreck was worth more than she and John B. staying in the Outer Banks. 

JJ continued, “I understand why you don’t want to go down there.” He looked at Pope. “You’re the golden boy. You got way too much to risk. And you,” he pointed to Kie. “I mean, you’re already rich as fuck anyway. Why bother? But us…” JJ pointed to the three of them left. The three who had been connected at the hip since the third grade. “We’ve got nothin’ to lose!” 

“JJ-” John B. groaned, but he was cut off. 

JJ stood up, leaning against the opposite side of the counter from John B. “Look, I know it didn’t used to be this way for you guys-” 

“I don’t want to talk about this.” 

Lottie rubbed her sore nose with her palm. “We still have stuff to lose, JJ.” 

“Do we really, though?” JJ challenged. 

“Look, that’s it, okay?” John B. started to walk away, but JJ moved in front of him, trying to block his path. John B. shoved the blond hard enough to make him stumble to the side, clearing a path. 

With a huff of annoyance, JJ threw his hands up. “Really? That’s it?” He followed after John B. unrelenting as ever. “I have a plan!” 

Lottie dropped her head to her knees, having a bad feeling JJ wasn’t going to stop until John B. agreed. And if there was one thing she knew about her brother, he was easy to wear down. That was great for her, when she wanted to steal the Twinkie or when they were little fighting over who got to drive the boat when they went out with their dad. But it was bad when it came to the plans that JJ came up with. 

“You got the key to Cameron’s big boat, right?” JJ asked. “There’s scuba gear on there. Rich people always have scuba gear. We just borrow that, then we go down to the wreck this afternoon. That’s what gonna save you guys. You don’t see rich kids going into foster care, do you?” Lottie could see the wheels turning in her brother’s head. 

Rich kids didn’t go into foster care because life always worked in their favor. Lottie wasn’t sure some get-rich-quick scheme was going to work out the same for them. 

Looking between Kie and Pope, she asked, “When this backfires and we get sent away, will you guys write me letters?” 

Pope nodded with sincerity. “But only if I can write them like a wife whose husband is away at war.” He cleared his throat before putting on a horrible, high-pitched British accent. “It’s been sixty-nine days since you left. It’s so cold here. I am surrounded by idiots.” 

Kie snorted out a laugh before mimicking Pope’s accent. “My dearest Lot, the children miss you so.” 

“The children?”

“Yeah, remember? The pet rocks I have on my windowsill, our children.” 

Lottie placed a hand over her heart. “Oh, the children! How I miss their googly eyes that they inherited from their mother!” Kie lightly slapped Lottie’s arm as all three of them fell into a fit of laughter. 

From the yard, a couple of feet away, John B. and JJ gazed at them, confused. 

“So…are we doing this?” JJ asked. 

John B. met Lottie’s eyes, waiting for her to make the call. She knew it was a bad idea, terrible even, one of their worst ones yet. But if they all were on board, she had no choice but to be too. 

After John B. stole the Cameron’s scuba gear, they ventured back to the boat wreck. Lottie sat off to the side, biting her nails as they tried to come up with a game plan. 

Kie checked the tanks that John B. stole, frowning as she gapped on the gauge. “This is empty,” she said. “You stole empty tanks?” 

“You didn’t check them before?” Lottie asked her brother, who sputtered for an answer before just shrugging. 

Searching the other tanks, Kie found one that was a quarter full, which meant only one of them could venture down to the sunken boat. 

“Does anyone know how to dive?” Kie asked. They all sat in silence, exchanging glances in hopes that at least one of them knew what they were doing. 

“It’s kind of a Kook sport,” JJ said. 

“I read about it once,” said Pope. 

Lottie knew she was the best swimmer out of the group, which probably was more useful than having read about diving once before. Despite her wanting to spend her evening doing anything else, she volunteered. “It can’t be that hard, right?” 

JJ nodded. “Right. You just gotta put the thing in your mouth and breathe. Simple enough.” 

“Well, if you come up too fast, nitrogen gets in your blood and you get the bends,” Pope, ever the optimist, informed them. 

“The bends? Like, you bend over and-” 

“The bends kill you,” Pope cut JJ off. 

As she started reaching for the scuba gear, she hesitated at Pope’s words. So far her recent options for her future consisted of foster care, juvie, or death. Fantastic. 

John B. grabbed the gear before she could. “I’ll go. I can dive.” 

“Are you sure?” She wasn’t fond of the idea of any of them dying, but if she was going, she could at least control the outcome better. 

He nodded, putting the gear on. “I’m sure. I’m gonna get us out of this mess.” 

John B. had been saying that since their dad disappeared. He’d been acting like an odd mix of an older brother when it came to Lottie, and a reckless teenage boy when it came to everybody else. Technically, he was the older twin, but only by three and a half minutes, which she didn’t think counted. Lottie didn’t need to be taken care of; she was more than capable of handling their issues alongside him, but Kie had said it was a dude thing. He was trying to be the ‘man of the house’ and fill the gap their dad left. But the thing was, their dad hadn’t even acted that way towards Lottie. The older she got, the more of an afterthought he treated her, focusing more on John B. She was sure her brother hadn’t noticed that, though. 

“Let me do some calculations real quick,” Pope said. After scribbling some numbers on a piece of paper with a golf pencil, he decided that John B. needed to make a safety stop at ten feet for no shorter than two minutes to prevent getting the bends and dying. 

Wordlessly, Kiara pulled off her shirt and jumped into the water. 

“What was that about?” Pope asked, in regards to Kie. 

John B. shrugged. “I don’t know.” 

“Boys, focus.” Lottie drew their attention back to the task at hand. 

JJ held up a small cylinder object, showing it to John B. “When you get down there, look for the cargo hold. You’ll stick this thing inside, then twist and pull, okay?” John B. nodded, pocketing the object. 

After thirty seconds or so, Kie popped up, slicking back her wet hair. “I tied my shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down,” she said. “That’s where you need to do your safety stop.” 

Once he was all geared up and his head packed with instructions, John B. stood on the edge of the boat, ready to go. 

Pope left them all with one last, cheerful, thought. “If we get caught out here, we’re basically screwed so better get a move on.” 

“Copy that.” He steadied himself before jumping in and sinking under, leaving a few bubbles popping on the surface. 

There was a brief moment, as the fiery orange sun painted the sky with a stunning sunset, when Lottie let herself calm down just slightly and be hopeful. Maybe they were onto something. Or maybe she was just desperate to hope so. But the second there was a stillness that settled over the marsh, the sound of a siren startled them all. 

Lottie’s head snapped to the side, where the noise was coming from, bringing a boat carrying two police officers toward them. 

“Shit,” Pope hissed. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. What did I just say?!” 

“Just act normal!” Kie said, trying to sit casually on the bench beside Lottie, who followed her lead. She tried to hide her panic behind a straight face, watching as the two officers approached. Two police encounters on the same day did not bode well for her anxiety.

“How you kids doing?” Deputy Shoupe greeted them, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head. “You know the marsh is closed.” 

They all shared glances, faking surprise. “Oh, no,” JJ replied. “We didn’t know that.” 

Pope cleared his throat. “Why is it closed?” 

“We’re conducting a search out here for a boat that went down. You guys seen anything?”  They all shook their heads and answered with overlapping ‘nos.’ Shoupe nodded slowly. He asked to check out their boat, and they had no choice but to agree. As he looked around, Lottie’s leg bounced, unable to keep her nerves hidden in her chest. 

The time ticked by and John B. was due up soon. If he popped up while Shoupe and the other officer were there, they were beyond screwed. But if he stayed under, he’d run out of air before long, considering he only went down less than half a tank. 

JJ slid into the seat beside her and placed a hand on her knee, squeezing it lightly to tell her she needed to cool it before the officers got suspicious. She relaxed slightly under his touch, leaning into his side casually. 

“Where’s your friend you always hang out with?” Shoupe asked. “He here?” 

Kie wore a kind, fake, innocent smile. “He had to work today.” 

He continued to look around, heading toward the front of the boat where John B. was farther below the surface. The sunlight reflected off the water, and she hoped that made it impossible to see the wreck and John B. 

It felt like an eternity that he stood there, waiting to catch them in their lie, but by some miracle, Shoupe backed off. “All right. Well, you let us know if you see anything on your way out.” He and the other officer climbed back onto their boat and drove off. 

Once it was clear the cops couldn’t hear them and were no longer interested in them, the group raced toward the front of the boat, waiting for John B. to return. Glancing down at her watch, Lottie realized he had already run out of air. 

A couple more seconds ticked by before he broke through the surface, gasping for air. They all relaxed at the sight of him, sighing and laughing at their impossibly close call. 

“How’d it go down there?” JJ asked. “Did you find anything?” 

Reaching the ladder, John B. grinned widely. “Did I find anything?” He threw a duffle bag on board. JJ caught it as John B. climbed back onto the boat, riding himself of the scuba gear. 

Before they had the chance to open the bag, Kie drew their attention to something in the distance. “Bogy at two o’clock.” A boat was cursing in their direction, not one that anyone seemed to recognize. “What are they even doing back here? The marsh is closed.” 

“I don’t know,” Lottie said. “But I really don’t wanna find out.” 

Together, they all worked quickly to get the boat ready to head back home, keeping an eye on their approaching company. 

It was two men, and while they were still fairly far away, Lottie didn’t recognize them. It was pretty easy to spot who people were out there, whether by their boat or recognizable faces. At the very least, she could tell if someone was a Kook or a Pogue, but she was stumped. 

John B. started the engine and started turning them around to face the direction they needed. 

The other boat didn’t look to be slowing down but rather was speeding toward them at a slightly alarming rate.

“They’re following us,” Kie said nervously. 

“Dude, you gotta go faster,” JJ told John B., hitting his shoulder. 

“I’m trying!” 

Wind and sea spray flew past them as they gunned it through the marsh. Lottie held onto the back of the captain’s chair, peering over her shoulder at the boat behind them. 

Suddenly, the one not driving lifted something in the air. Lottie didn’t have time to try to make it out before a loud ‘bang’ echoed through the air. They all ducked in surprise, except John B. who was trying to drive. 

“Oh my god!” Lottie gasped, throwing an arm around Kie as they lay on the ground. “They’re shooting at us! Why the hell are they shooting at us?!” Another shot was fired, missing all of them, thankfully, but they all yelled in a mix of surprise and fear. 

Out of everything Lottie had experienced in her sixteen years out on the marsh, being shot at was something new she had never wanted to encounter. 

Kie shook Lottie’s shoulder, her dark eyes wide. “I have an idea,” she said before shrugging off Lottie’s arm and standing to her feet. 

“Kie, no. No, no, no!” Lottie started, but Kie shut her up with a look before she darted toward the pile of stuff near the back of the boat. Lottie followed, asking, “Are you crazy?” 

“Just take this!” Kie shoved a rope into Lottie’s hands before she picked up their net. 

Another shot was fire, causing the girl to duck but not abandon whatever Kie’s plan was. 

John B. glanced at them from over his shoulder. “Guys, get down!” They ignored him. Kie worked her magic in a blur of missed bullets and their speeding boat. She connected the net to the rope before throwing it into the water. It got caught under the other boat, stalling them in the middle of the marsh while the Pogues continued to race towards home. 

John B. didn’t slow down until they reached the Chateau. They all clambered out of the boat, gathering on the dock in a state of shock, confusion, and curiosity. John B. dropped the duffle bag he found on the ground and unzipped it. Out of it, he pulled a good-sized metal cylinder. It looked older, a little weathered. It seemed to have been closed for a while; it took John B. a couple of seconds to get the lid to twist. Tipping it upside down, he let whatever was inside fall out onto his hand. Out fell a compass. 

“Oh, wow,” Pope breathed out. “That’s about right. Good job, everyone, we found a compass.” 

Lottie’s shoulders slumped, feeling utterly defeated. They went through all of that for a compass. She was hoping for something grander, worth more money that could solve their issues, but she knew, realistically, that wasn’t going to happen. 

“Dude, what?” JJ peered oddly at John B. who held the compass in his palm with such concentration. 

After a moment, he turned around with glossy eyes. “This was dad’s.”

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: I love winning!

(Fusebox hasn’t proven me wrong often…damn near at all, but oh do I love when they do!)

• Ok but his body kinda tea I’ll give him that.

• Also do I spy a Libra tattoo??? LIBRA GANG STAND TF UP!!!♎️♎️♎️

• Luna really just want every man in here except her own like damn bitch just give Jin to me since you so open to change😭😭😭

• The spat being us disagreeing on one thing for maybe 30 seconds and then Oakley immediately apologizing to and worshipping me like ok girl, sure.

• Keep trying all y’all want I’m not turning on my man😑😑😑

• We not doing this again uh uh.

• But also…HOW DO WE GET OAKLEY IN THESE??? QUICKLY!

• The fact I was finna deny speaking to Hari and then he brings up that he has intel on my man ugh they know how weak I am help💔

• The intel in question being that he was gonna ask us to go exclusive. WOW! WHAT A SHOCKER!

• Theo what I have to say to you couldn’t take any more than 5 seconds. Stop wasting my time PLEASE!

• Oh yes I love when a man acts “playerfully”…

• It was so obvious that the letter was from our partner can we stop being fucking dumb?

• We didn’t emote enough after reading that letter. I needed my bitch to break out into tears while screaming or something!

• They are arguing over the letter omfggg the day that this villa knows peace, pigs will be flying.

• I busted out laughing at this cuz some of y’all were theorizing that Bea was his sister. Do you know how funny that would’ve been if she was😭

• Oh for christ’s sake can Luna shut the fuck UP? I’m so tired of her getting pressed at Jin being flirty with other bitches as if she don’t do the same exact shit. Ho mad cuz he says Bea might be hot but was just begging Hari to give her pussy a taper fade haircut, girl byeeeee!

• Theo finally manned up and admitted he wants me. Woohoo! Can we move on?

• Outfit time!

• Ngl I thought this was gonna look a whole lot more stupid but thankfully it doesn’t. Now as to why they made accompanying shoes that we couldn’t even put on is beyond me.

• Jin stfu😭😭😭

• IGNORE WHAT HARI AND I ARE DOING BAE IS BACK AAAAHHHHHH😝😝😝

• Yes use the good punani powers to distract him sis exactly!

• I’m seriously so glad I didn’t have to wait 20 episodes to see my bookie bear again like y’all don’t understandddd.

• He just got back and he already being messy helpskdmsmasnd.

• I know they ain’t actually shocked that I dropped the rope during tug of war…I already told y’all I am a one dick woman!

• Figures that Bea is the one that’s actually with my man, yet Luna is the one that’s making me wanna smack the shit outta her.

• Outfit time again!

• Say what you want but they are definitely killing the outfit game this season. Another bad bitch fit!

• The fact we can just tell Hari to shut the hell up so we can listen to the other date awww he really shoulda chose another girl to go after.

• Ok I fucks with you Bea! We love real bitches here💯💯💯

• And the fact Oakley recognizes that we would NEVER play those games oh when I tell you we fucking him real good tonight!

• God why am I so evil😭😭😭

• We actually get a private moment and they didn’t hoodwink us this time omg can we get fed like this more often?

• Oooooo wait clock his tea bae! Cuz that actually don’t make no fucking sense like how you out of practice for 2 years and suddenly you pulling out romantic ass stories just cuz you meet one bad bitch on Love Island?

• Oh lord someone duct tape Luna mouth shut before she start another yap fest.

• To clarify, when I say “you both” I’m referring to Oakley and his donk. Sorry Hari!

• Mind you the stuff that’s supposedly gonna change my mind about him is finna be some shit like “Instead of buying you a box of chocolates, he said he was gonna get you a giant teddy bear and a bouquet of roses and carnations.” Like can y’all cut this shit out it do not be gagging us anymore😕

• Because of course as soon as y’all bring me my baby daddy back you take him away again…

• Welp, loyal girlies I guess it’s time for us to suffer for another 2+ weeks!

[skye-huntress]

I’m in Love with the Villainess Reaction

Episode 10

With Lene gone, Rae has to take over for all her duties, including brushing and styling Claire’s hair.

Oof, Rae can’t even appeal to her sweet tooth without it backfiring.

Wow, Claire’s so out of it, she can’t even keep up the act of hating Rae. I saw a little smile there. Truthfully, I think Rae has already helped her more than she realises during this difficult time period.

Well, she perked up quickly at the mention of her “sister”

Why’d she have to write it like a love letter?

Popular with the ladies as ever. All but one, that is.

Honestly Claire, I don’t know what you were expecting. Rae’s doing the same comedy routine since the day you met and after months she finally has a new audience.

Oh dear, Rae, you have no idea what you’ve just done gaining Manaria’s interest like that

I see a lot of girls in the cafeteria, and not a single one came her to eat.

Ah yes, the world’s only quad-caster (as far as anyone knows) and one of the few magic users more OP than Rae.

Manaria’s right, simply being a quad-caster is nothing to boast about on its own. Knowing how to make full use of your magic is a different story. For instance, Rae experimented with her magic to modify and even create new spells in ways that weren’t possible in game. Her tungsten carbide barrier is a perfect example.

Don’t worry, Rae. Manaria may have won over Ralaire, but you’ll always be her number 1 thanks to feeding her your cooking.

I saw a family tree on the author’s Twitter that explains the familial relationship between Claire and Manaria. If I’m not mistaken they are what you call second cousins.

So here’s finally the missing piece in Claire’s childhood flashbacks. Manaria was the one who helped her after her mother’s death.

Don’t worry, Claire, I think we all understand how you could make such a mistake.

Okay, seriously where did all the boys go?

Since Manaria is a character that appears in the game, Rae is all too familiar with her capabilities.

Manaria could spend time with any other girl in school, but the one she is currently interested in is the one who doesn’t want her around.

Oof, good thing Manaria didn’t hear her internal exposition in her head, or she’d have some explaining to do later.

Rae, you’re making it worse!

I’m with Rae. My neurodivergent ass can’t even process poetry so it has always been the bane of my existence, especially during my High School English classes.

Why are they so offended? Rae brushes off invitations from the Princes all the time.

I see Rod has finally returned from wherever all the boys disappeared to.

You can hype Rae up all you want, she’s not going to play with you!

Yeah, he might be a chess master, but in battle, Rod’s fairly predictable. He just uses his massive reserves of power to keep throwing his minions at his opponents until they run out of magic. In a war of attrition, he’d win every time.

From what I understand, anybody can use spell breaker on the same magic as their own attribute/s, but it’s almost impossible to analyse magic in the middle of a fight, so it’s not a practical spell for most magic users. Manaria is one of the few who can pull it off, making spell breaker a specialty of hers.

Really, Claire, you’re only just noticing Rae is in a bad mood. Maybe if you stopped fawning over Manaria every second of the day, you might have noticed how unusually quiet she has been.

Yeah, Rae being jealous is the most obvious, and predictable reaction in the world. You get no points for guessing it, Claire.

Claire still isn’t convinced of Rae’s feelings, and honestly, this is largely Rae’s fault. Yet, here Claire is offering Rae a chance to actually prove it and erase any lingering doubts.

Yu knows what’s up.

Oh no, now that Manaria has figured Rae out, now comes the next phase, the teasing.

There’s an excellent question, Rae.

All this time, you were trying to set up Claire with Thane. This was the plan, right? For Claire to find her own happiness. Is this not what you’ve been working towards this entire time?

[sunnykeysmash]

my thoughts on the first two episodes of s16

I don't even know where to begin, so let's start with just opinions: I loved it. Honestly, I've wanted sunny to delve into the characters for years, so this is all I've ever dreamed of. The differences in direction are also stunning and very visually interesting. idk it's great

If you've read my meta post on s14 and s15, you know what I think about the direction of the show, and season 16 is following exactly what I had expected in that regard imo.

It's not just how it revolves around nostalgia and "legacy/history" though. It also manages to do so in the direction and editing style of these two episodes.

Many choices surprised me here: we all know the zooming in during the pulse scene, but also the tendency to move the camera to reveal a previously unseen part of the environment (which has happened... three times! in inflates), the camera following the characters through the environment (dennis going from kitchen to living room, charlie moving from the new room to the entrance) which reminds me of the camera work in charlie work, roller rink and jumper (when they battle for the casaba specifically), all moments that have been praised for being "different" regarding to usual MO for sunny, and many close ups which usually aren't something that's used a lot.

Many times the usual sunny music came on and it felt almost jarring (POSITIVELY!!! intentionally wrong) because of how serious the moment had been. Like old lady house, you know?

So, to me, this is the first season without a structure. Nothing is sacred, especially not the past (dennis and mac get rid of the couch they've rented for 15 years [don't have to explain why 15 is important right], mrs mac wipes her butt with the "legacy of war" [aaah we'll come back to this], frank gives up the gun which is called his legacy and history, etc).

It may seem like s16 is being episodic and "back to past form" but I think that couldn't be further from the truth!! This is a new sunny, and the characters have continuity.

I have a feeling that by the end of the season those new room and bathroom will be used, because there is no "return to status quo", and to pretend there is would just be denial. Frank knows about the rooms now. But ehh anyway.

Something else that really surprised me these new episodes was Mac.

If you know me you know that I think Mac is pretty much the structure. He's the man who carries.

In a season with no structure, Mac is off.

He's unable to see any subtext no matter how obvious (buys literal nuts, doesn't see what Donald means), he's once again in complete denial about everything, he often guesses the complete opposite of what's actually intended ("consider it an offering" "of war?" "of peace- what is going on with you dude?" / "frank just shot us" "AWESOME!"), hyperfocused on the past, on legacy and history, (on winning a prize in risk e. rat?), he honestly seems to embody everything that Big Mo was fighting against.

This isn't entirely new for mac, he's displayed these traits before, but it seems much louder right now and intentional.

Especially if you consider, for example:

"I think it's time that I started sucking down the words of the Bible. And instead of looking for pieces of ass, I'd just look for peace."

Now, here's what I think happened.

He did get unraveled in s15. Not in the sense that he wasn't him anymore, but in the sense that he lost faith in the church, and is now trying to find something else that can "fill him up".

In a continuation of the identity themes in s15, I think Mac doesn't know who he is anymore, and is looking for any sense of meaning. Especially clinging to the past, even if the past was worse.

"This place has a dark past. Murder, betrayal, beheadings."

"Well, you know, it's a castle, Dee. You know, people were going crazy in castles all the time. And beheading people... well, that was just their way of solving problems back then, you know."

Even the letters Mac is so fixated on, written during world war II.

So if the past is war, and the future is peace, Mac is stuck in the past. So he still embodies the structure, it's just... we're not doing things that way anymore.

We may be redefining what legacy is. The gang thinks it's your past, when really, it's your future. It's what YOU pass down. (god stop me from quoting hamilton but... it's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. cmon it's perfect. anyway)

And when you're so focused on the past, you miss what's happening right in front of you, you don't realize you have everything you've ever wanted right in front of you (like Mac with Donald...).

So what we're doing right now I think, is actually pivoting.

But... a pivot is also "the most important thing that everything else is based on or arranged around".

I don't know, maybe it's not farfetched to say that it's Mac and Dennis. Being codependent, they revolve around each other, they're each other's pivot.

Dennis is changing, which throws Mac off balance.

What else... uhh the lamp thing, definitely lampshading. And Charlie insisting on the return of the status quo and saying his investment was only "ten dollars a unit", to me that's again the seasons we used to get.

The teeth thing is a lot like the soup... they're being used incorrectly. He should keep them in his mouth... obviously.

I think that is to say that they're probably gonna find their way back to the structure, like, that it was simply used incorrectly. Like if Mac and Dennis got together for example, that wouldn't be something scandalous and against the structure at all, because it was already built in. Nothing changes. It's like the circle of life, like... it's all a circle (or a hole!), and they're just going round, ending up exactly where they started. Maybe. (!!)

Also ep2 calls back to tends bar:

"You figured out the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the entire world and you got it for me."

And this dialogue

"should we just attack him and take it?" "no he'll mow us down like Scarface, we can't come at him like that, we'll spook him." "you give that dog the best day of his life, and then you turn off the lights when he least expects it..."

Reminds me of season 14. One last classic season before you "turn the lights off" (but dee and dennis never meant to kill frank! just like big mo wasn't the finale). It also reminds me of season 12 now that I think about it, I mean... "turning off the lights", DDL... yeah.

Also reminds me of chop

"He came back! My dog came back!" "How the hell is that dog still alive?" "Yeah, Mac, why don't you just put that poor thing out of its misery?" "Put him down? What, are you crazy? This is my dog, Dee. I love him."

And!!!!

Wait, speaking of "history".

-"I'm the one who stayed, I'm the one who takes care of you, how could you do that?"

[...] -"it's okay, I'm not mad at you. it's fine."

"I love you."

"I love you too. I love you too, you know that."

"I made a mistake."

"you did make a mistake. I didn't mean to upset you"

This dialogue resonates to me as very applicable to Mac and Dennis (so much dialogue tends to 😭), because you know who else "gave away their history"? Dennis, when he went away. Mac stayed, Mac takes care of Dennis... (well, now I'm just hoping we'll finally get a north dakota mention)

Aaaand idk what else. It's never wise to try to read meta when so little of the season is out yet... also I'm tired and rambly and I know a lot of this will be wrong but uh. There's a lot of macdennis in the air. And I also think both Mac and Dennis are at their very lowest points, and they need each other, or things may go south.

[senka-mesecine]

I liveeee for some enemies to lovers, so how do you think Barnes would handle having a thing for a nurse who generally doesn’t like or respect him, like, publicly? Would he just declare she’s his and she can just cope or would he have a little more tact? Also, how do you think he’d react when she finally comes around?

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Thing is, I firmly headcanon that once upon a time him and Elias used to be friends.

Really good friends.

Heck, even Taylor himself proclaimed that he admired Barnes...in the beginning anyway. Rhah even outright begrudges him for it. Most of his fellow platoon members had a phase when they downright loved or admired him, only to jump to hating or fearing him, so this is nothing new to him and Barnes doesn't care because there's a new sucker born every minute --- he gets sent brand new men fresh in from the world and the cycle restarts itself and there will be new sons of bitches who either love him or hate him, so really, what's new under the sun? He's still fighting for the taking of everyone's souls regardless, or to be less poetic, he's fighting to ensure his influence over them ultimately wins out and trumps everything and everyone else whether they want to or not --- a nurse who hates him is no different, nothing he ain't seen before and he might even openly say she's his to her face and that wont ever change, repackaging and reframing the meaning of his words in a way where it sounds like she as a platoon member and an asset of it that is his, rather than she as an actual person is his because Barnes still has enough of a professional veil to thread with calculated tact, but the point is just transparent enough for her to be able to know exactly what he meant.

Barnes is amused by her hatred, if anything.

It's like witnessing an angry little pup barking up his legs.

He might just go out of his way with shock factor to outrage and repulse her even more; garner even more ragefuel which he can throw in her face later. See, someone running on that much loathing can't be all that good herself, he might reproach her as a way to gaslight and manipulate her. Ultimately, Barnes might think alright, she dislikes me, I'll give her something to truly dislike me for and genuinely start being more of a hard-ass than ever before purely so he could garner that nurse's resentment to the maximum, down to the last drop, until she legitimately starts becoming a worse person for it because she's becoming a negative individual herself --- after all, he sees it as a weird sort of victory. He's on her mind unwittingly day and night because she's there heatedly and obsessively pondering how much of an evil lowlife prick he is, that he should be court martially, dishonorably discharged, jailed, you name it, and all these bad thoughts are winning out over good thoughts she could be having instead and Barnes knows that, viewing it as spiritual warfare. A spiritual war he's singlehandedly winning. She's not thinking about a beau or a sweetheart back home, how she'd like to be a bride upon return, about how she could best compose a letter to her family, how she'll arrange the figurative nursery, but she's thinking about him instead. Out of all the uplifting, beautiful, hopeful and kind things in the world --- it's him she's piqued on. Not even people who love each other are this invested.

So, when she starts coming around?

Barnes has been expecting it all along.

The opposite of love is not hate; it's indifference, and the nurse has been anything but indifferent. She might think he's an animal, a war criminal, a common murderer, an uncultured mountain hick and a barbarian. A savage. The devil. Sure. Basically he's conned her into conning herself into being so hellbent on him and what he does and how he does it she's accidentally fell into the trap of a fixation, a passion-filled, begrudging hyperfocus and then love with him. He doesn't gloat openly about it. Whatever arrogance and cockiness he feels mainly unfolds internally. His victory dance is very subtle. Almost invisible. Might be contained mainly in his eyes. Barnes thinks that the very fact the person who loathed him most vocally in this platoon is now coming around and warming up to him is triumph on it's own and that he should let the action of that speak louder than words. He quietly and almost stoically accepts the nurse coming around and none's the wiser of just what a complicated, nuanced bit of crusade for one's soul unfolded here or the exact ways in which Barnes won at someone else's game. After all, he's the master of hate and people shouldn't try him; he'll always have the upper hand and turn it around on you. He's been doing this far longer.

[audrey-emeralds]

Past Times | Tom Riddle

Pairing: Tom Riddle x First!Gn!Reader

Summary: Your love is your poison, beautiful but deadly and leaves nothing except memories to the once who are left behind.

Warnings: stereotypes, death...

Request!!! by @aura-nightingale

A/n: I don't know much about the cursed child so this might not make too much sense, but I tried my best. This is the first reader and Tom, I decided to do another part if you don't mind, where will appear Mattheo and the second reader and where more will be said about Tom and the reader's relationship. Sorry for the wait.

Tags: @ivana-12500 | @annegrey

First-year at Hogwarts. A completely new beginning for you. Your older brother Fleamont spoke of it, but never to impress your standards. You had to observe and see it. Who better to believe than your own eyes.

Hogwarts was truly magical and interesting, but nothing new. You did grow up in the pureblood family of Gryffindors. Thought your first years the only thing that was on your mind was grades and reputation.

" Gryffindor! " When another Potter was, unsurprisingly selected to be a Gryffindor, cheer jumped from the proud lads before you. Of curse, it was a surprise to you either. Courage was in your veins, proudness in your style and strength in your mind. All traits true Gryffindor must-have.

Letters from your family members came flying in to congratulate you for being who you are, the same as them.

The witty charm of yours attracted many people, so you were quite popular. Friends from Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw. Slytherins however were a different story.

The stereotypes surrounding them drew you away from them. What else would an eleven-year-old believe if not in things that have been said to them?

They were bad. Rude, disrespectful, full of themselves... The only thing which was talked about them was bad news. Yet you admired them, of course in secret.

You admire how none of it really bothered them. They all had their pride which they cherished and no comments made by any of the other houses could put them down.

One certain Slytherin stood out, Tom Riddle.

The perfect student of House Slytherin. During your years at Hogwarts, he became your, well sort of an enemy. Rather be said rival.

You were the best student of the lions and he was the best student of the snakes. But who was the best in the whole school?

Yes, there were other great students, Lovegood from Ravenclaw, Thomas from Gryffindor, but neither of them had the desire to become the best of the best.

So you is left? Tom and yourself.

Any class you would meet it would be war or words, who first raised their hand, who made a better example...

Neither would back down, you had to win and both were sour losers. After class insults wouldn't be spoiled, however, that wouldn't last long. Tom would get bored of them and wouldn't like to waste time on " beating your ass once again. "

His arrogance teased you, challenging you to do better than him if you dared. And what you certainly weren't was a coward.

Every single chance you got to beat him in something you would, no matter how small the victory was it brought joy to your face when his frown reappeared.

He hated you for it, he despised you. And still, he admired you. Firstly you were nothing but a pathetic excuse of a wizard. Trying to compare with him, unbelievable.

The fact that Dumbledore, the professor with who Tom had the most problems favoured you, gave him something to rage about.

You were the only source of problems for him, which he took quite badly as he found himself perfect in anything he did.

But just later he found how your courage to keep going and pushing his limits, attracted him to you. Almost like he wished he could be yelling how wrong you were and you would yell back until...

Well until you found yourself in his arms. It would just happen.

Riddle then understood how he had no idea what that meant, was he experiencing the unknown feeling.

What is called?

Liking someone. Generally liking someone's character.

He was surprised how you weren't intimidated by his knowledge, maybe you were smarter than what you looked like.

Riddle could guess for days and still not know the answer. What was it so appealing to you that it bothered him?

You saw his behaviour change. He did fight as passionately as before for a correct answer, nor did he insult you...

What did you do then? You asked him if he is alright? He gave you no response, glancing at you, once, twice and left.

You decided to play games with him, if he isn't up for it you definitely are.

You couldn't go to Slytherin common rooms, you couldn't speak to him during class both sitting far away from one another.

But you could catch him in a library. You knew his spot, every single time you entered it and he was there, Tom would sit around the most isolated table, somewhere where it was dark and no one would notice him.

You did. It's like you could smell him how easily you found him. He always sat alone, finding people barely tolerate.

Without any words, you sat next to him. His eye caught you, wondering what you wanted.

" Potter. " He spoke, face covered with the book.

" Riddle. " At the mention of his last name, Tom gave you a questioning look.

And so it began, your friendship. You studied together, never speaking, just enjoying each other's presence.

It seemed odd, didn't it? You yelled many insults to another and the silence was all you needed to get along.

The silence turned into an exchange of words, then conversation.

But something didn't feel right. Every time you had your meetings, you sat opposite the other. A few feet away, for a touch which dragged your mind away from your homework.

Tom felt the same, he would never admit, but you knew he did.

Your looks would be met, starting hungrily, expecting. What are you going to do next? Should he?

And when you did make the first move he was stunned. Tom was expecting it and still, he got surprised. So you didn't continue the touch with which you connected your skin.

You ran. And he ran after you.

" Y/n! " Just when you could keep on running your legs stopped and your heart said to turn around.

Your rival Tom. Was that him?

" Y/n. " Your name rolled off his tongue easily, as if he was to sing using it.

" Tom. " Two lonely souls were put together. His and yours, which didn't even know how alone it was until you faced it.

It happened. Love without knowing, it happened. Oh, and it was beautiful. So, so beautiful. The ugly thing about it was how all of it was short.

Beauty lasts just for a second until all the ugly comes out of hiding.

Tom loved you, he really loved you. The pain he felt when your dead body laid in front of him will ache him for eternity.

You were good to him, the possible saviour of everything he will destroy after your death. He never recovered from it, he hid it.

As no one knew of your relationship, no one connected the dots and no one ever found out how the famous Y/n Potter died so mysteriously in the walls of Hogwarts.

Not until your brother's ancestors returned to your time and saw it for themselves.

[wasflypaw]

Fundy's VODs are right here man :(

Stop leaving my boy out he's consistently had a good character since August

Coconut2020 wasnt a joke thingy there were actual Reasons behind him doing it and not just "haha I'm gonna run for president :)"

The Pet War and the Duel showed the lengths he'd go to to protect the things he loves, it was also where the Fundy/Niki duo started and you can See their relationship develop to the point where Fundy would ask her to run for VP with him. He fought a whole ass duel to bring justice to Niki and all the pets that were murdered. Not to mention at the beginning of the war we can see the first seeds of doubt against Wilbur and the nation with Fundy saying stuff like "we dont have to follow the laws of L'Manberg, saying "words are better than actions", whatever Wilbur is spewing out there, no, Fuck That, we're winning with actions, without mercy"

Even Before the Pet War you can see him taking the "haha ur my son Fundy" bit and sprinting with it. He would talk about how great Wilbur is, would boast about how he's his son, n say stuff about making him proud. Its actually Quite sad to look back on I was re-watching some of his VODs earlier

He would drop banger lines all the time? Like Punz asking "what have you started?" and Fundy replying something along the lines of "it's got 3 letters and I want you to say the word" n Punz says "War..."

Fundy's RPing as Wilbur's son even in non story related streams and The Pet War and him ranting about why he wants to start Coconut2020 would what people would scream "holy shit lore???" at if it happened during current events

You dont understand ppl dont ever take him seriously and see what he does as a joke but he's been RPing this entire time and he's a dramatic bastard (affectionate)

Edit: This isnt even dipping my toes into the Manberg + November 16th + New L'Manberg stuff man

[aminiatureworld]

Needled Words

Characters: Childe, fm!reader

Word Count: 1,691

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: When does a joke go too far, when is a jab more than just friendly? Where does the line blur and where does it stop?

In which Childe’s teasing becomes too much for the reader

Author’s Note: For some reason this prompt made me think of Nancy Mitford, mostly because she was known also for being a slightly mean-spirited teaser. Ah Childe, my beloved. Communication in a relationship is key y’all.

Childe

You knew that Childe was only joking. After all, didn’t he read his letters to you? Brimming with little asides and jokes.

“Dear Tonia, I would say I was happy to get your letter, if only it was sopping wet. Did you leave it out in the snow again? I swear, if you were in the illustrious Tsaritsa’s army, you’d probably end up attacking your own regiment, and then I’d be forced to execute you for treason!” No one could mistake such an opening for anything except a slightly barbed bit of teasing.

Nor were the younger one’s exempt. Teucer’s antics had resulted in quite a bit of teasing. “Teucer, I think the Mr. Cyclopses have better survival instincts” and “I didn’t take you for someone who spent other people’s money!” This latter statement was made after Teucer spied the hand-crafted, very expensive, fireworks that were sold in Liyue. Of course, Childe had bought him the fireworks, and of course he never begrudged doing things for you when he teased you either. Still, you somehow felt as if things were different when directed at you.

Not that they really were. It wasn’t so much that you were picking up a different tone, it was more that, unlike Childe’s siblings and other friends, such as Zhongli, who was subjected to endless old man jokes, you couldn’t seem to take them well. When he joked about how many times you ran into the countertop you began to wonder if you truly had something wrong with your hand-eye coordination; when he said you were the laziest person, he’d ever met you wondered if you weren’t sleeping in too late; when he teased that he had to be your personal babysitter you wondered if you were truly good enough to be an adventurer. It wasn’t Childe’s fault, it really wasn’t, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Of course, you could tell him, could finally let it all out and stop pretending that it wasn’t painful to try and keep all your emotion sunder wraps. But you couldn’t help but feel as if that would in some ways disappoint him. He was a Harbinger, tough, aloof. No words could ever hurt Childe, of that, you were sure. So how would he take it, the knowledge that his part was all too liable to shatter at every poke and prod? You couldn’t blame him if he turned out to be ashamed.

So, you kept it to yourself, smiled through all the jabs and teases. It didn’t matter, it really didn’t. You were fine! Or if you, weren’t it wasn’t worth it trying to change anything. You didn’t want to lose Childe, didn’t want to see the change when he went to say something before stopping, looking at you’re with barely concealed disappointment. Childe lived with his emotions to the forefront after all. And you wouldn’t ask him to change something you ultimately loved about him.

Thus, the days continued on, as did the teasing and the feigned smiles. Some days it was worth it, some days you were left with nothing but happiness bubbling up inside, the love that humans reserved for a very few number of friends and lovers. Yet those days were often days with minimal teasing, and you couldn’t help but notice the layer of anxiety that pressed on your love the days that were filled with Childe’s jabs. Lying in bed, limbs tangled with his, you stared up at the ceiling, wondering what you should do. You felt trapped, by your emotions, by your pride, by Childe’s words. They were all encircling you, and you could do nothing to defend yourself. You tried to keep the tears to a minimum; after all your partner slept so little already.

You didn’t know when the subtle shift happened, when it all became too much to handle. Maybe it was after Childe’s recent trip to Snezhnaya, where, surrounded by Harbingers who saw their coworkers as enemies rather than allies, he had sharpened his wit even more so than before. If his earlier teasing was unfocused, general quips, then his current ones struck quite closer to home.

“Wow my dear I didn’t peg you for a Treasure Hoarder, I don’t think that arrow could hit anyone if it tried!”

“I think you truly have the makings of someone who gets scammed by a Mondstadtian duke, or perhaps a Fontaine prince who has lost all his mora in a flood. Remind me to never go shopping with you.”

“Honestly, I think if you ran into the Electro Archon, she’d think your vision was fake. It’d be an easy way out.”

The whiplash of Childe’s proclamations of “princess” mingled with sentences that, had they been geared at anyone else, would surely be insults was shocking, and you found yourself less and less able to keep these two aspects of your partner compatible in your mind. Even less did you find the ability to simply brush it off.

You didn’t know why it was a comment about your socks that finally caused you to break. Really, it was too juvenile.

Laundry in your shared apartment was often seen as a punishment, the chore that each of you pushed onto the other. As such there was often a pile of laundry in the laundry basket, and incredibly slim pickings in your drawers. That being the case you often found yourself wearing mismatched socks. Perhaps it was a little odd, or a little childish, but it was certainly preferrable to spending all day at the river scrubbing your hands red. Who cared anyways? No one would notice such a small thing, especially once you had put your boots on.

However, nothing could get past Childe’s wicked sense of humor, and apparently your clothing choices were prime fodder for him.

“Nice socks.”

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, already having a sense of where it was going. The smirk that played across your partner’s face was full of mischief, and usually that only led to one place.

“I think that you’ll be quite the icon among toddlers all throughout Liyue. People will be asking you if you’re lost all day, or maybe they’ll ask you how it feels like to be nine.”

It was really a silly comment to get so upset over, such a small, insignificant thing to cry over. Yet there you were, standing in the kitchen, frozen in horror as your vision became fuzzy with tears. Unsure about any other course of action you buried your face in your hands and prayed Childe wouldn’t think about what you were doing.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

You could hear the panic and concern mingling in Childe’s voice. Almost immediately a warm hand was on your shoulder, and you were suddenly flooded with the presence of the person you loved so much, the person you were now crying about. You could tell Childe was saying something, was whispering soft words of comfort, but in the moment your thoughts felt all too loud. Overwhelmed by the situation you turned into your partner’s shoulder and let yourself cry.

Eventually sensing you had lost all your tears Childe drew back slightly.

“Would you like a glass of water?”

“Yes please,” you replied, voice still small. Nodding Childe moved towards the kitchen. Within a few moments he was back, glass in hand.

“Was it the teasing?” He asked as you drank. Whatever you had to say about your partner, he certainly wasn’t stupid.

“Yes,” you mumbled, nodding for affect.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I had gone too far. I promise I’ll be more careful from now on.”

“But Childe, it, it’s not just this time.”

“What do you mean?” Childe asked, voice flooding through with concern once more.

“It’s, I’m sorry, it’s just that, it’s all the time. Not all the time, every time you tease me. It’s not your fault! Of course, it’s not, it’s my fault. I don’t know, I just, it really hurts sometimes, all the time? I don’t know. I just, I’m sorry.”

Childe’s expression was one of abject horror. Taking your hand, he rubbed small circles on the top with his thumb. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how much it was affecting you. I should have been more careful.”

“But I don’t want you to feel like you have to, I don’t know, I know you tease everyone, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You aren’t making me uncomfortable.” Childe’s voice seemed just as hurried as yours. “It makes me more uncomfortable to think that you’ve been burying this the whole time. You’re damn good at hiding things you know. But this isn’t a war or something, you don’t have to hide what you’re feeling, for whatever reason. Better if you tell me, y’know?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Doesn’t look good on you, or sound good. I’d rather hear you happy.” Childe leaned in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. “I love you, okay? You mean more to me than a little bit of teasing.”

“You don’t think I’m being weak?” You managed to make out as your anxiety lessened its grip on you.

“Weak? Girlie you’re one of the strongest people I know! Weak my ass. If you wanted to rule the world you could give me a run for my money. Of course, I’d win though. I mean, I would be there right with you.”

“I know you would,” you smiled, despite yourself.

You knew that Childe probably would still retain the odd sense of humor and levity he already had. Old habits die hard and all that. Still, you had managed to say what had been haunting you all this time and, more than that, you had been assured that you were good enough, strong enough. Those few words, no matter how short, meant the world to you.

[soft-october-night]

The Love Interests in the Works of Jane Austen: An Assessment

This is an "extremely scientific" and "thoroughly researched" ranking based on personality, money, family and connections, and is a bit of a blend between the book characterizations and the film characterizations (and is in no way only based on my own opinions). Here we go, grouped by book but not much else.

Edmund Bertram: absolute trash. His family has treated you unbelievably shitty since day one and not only has he BARELY noticed, he ALSO has treated you shitty. Will fall in love with someone beautiful and fun and when she dumps him will come crawling to you for a rebound. His passion for you is so lackluster that even the esteemed author who wrote about it barely spared a paragraph on your relationship. Has a job but only because his dad owns the land the church is built on. You’ll gain no connections or family by marrying him, since he’s literally your cousin.  0/10

Henry Crawford: There IS such thing as too much fun, and that is never clearer than in this man, who will try to seduce you as a game, freak out when his middling overtures don’t work and then try and seduce you “for really real” this time. You will definitely move up in the world if you marry him, and if you play your cards right it seems like his sister is also just REALLY into you, so see how that goes. Life will be pretty okay until you find him in bed with one (or more, who knows) of your relations. 3/10, 8/10 if you’re into that

John Willoughby: Will be like something out of a romance novel, you’re thinking he’s going to propose and then he just fucking ghosts you and embarrasses the fuck out of you at a party by acting like he doesn’t know you. Somehow marry him (congrats on the inheritance you must have, btw) and get ready to take a backseat to the whims of his aunt for as long as she lives. 1/10, at least you get to live in a nice house.

Edward Ferrars: Oh Edward. He’s a bit of a mess, isn’t he? Super kind, your family loves him, he made a bunch of stupid decisions in his youth that are coming back to bite him in the ass. He is loyal to an absolute fault, but you luck out when his fiance turns out to be a bit of a gold digger and dumps him when his mom disowns him. He doesn’t have a job and neither do you, but his family doesn’t wanna speak to him (lucky you!) and you’ll be happy and poor together if you two can work on your communication skills. 7/10.

Colonel Brandon: He’s got a nice house, the respect of his friends and the community, and he has a LOT of passion. He’ll give your sister’s penniless husband a job, dramatically rescue you from a rainstorm, make sure his dead girlfriend’s daughter is happy and taken care of even after your ex fucks HER over too, and is all around a pretty decent guy. Just. Uh. Maybe, kinda, sorta, needs to go after women his own age and is probably with you because you remind him of his dead girlfriend. 5/10 with the wildly inappropriate age gap, 9/10 without it.

Mr. Wickham: Please don’t. He’s a thirsty bitch who lives for drama and you think he’s fun until you find out he tried to sleep with one teenage girl and is making eyes at your fifteen year old sister behind your back. Marry him (through the grace of mysterious benefactors, cause he ain’t marrying anyone unless he’s paid the right price) and get ready for a life of being surrounded by military men in the north of England while your husband tries to fuck everything that moves. Work that out somehow with him and you might actually be happy. 0/10.

Mr. Bingley: He is a softboi who will do literally anything his friends tell him to do. He is SUPER rich, and marrying him will throw your sister’s into the path of other rich men and he is REALLY into you, but get ready to be sucking up to his sisters for literally the rest of your life. Unless he can ship Miss Bingley off to live with Mrs. Hurst, have fun trying to wage a war of barely concealed insults over the breakfast table every morning, and if you’re marrying Bingley I’m sorry but that is a war you just cannot win. He doesn’t have a job but he does have five thousand a year, and neither of you can manage money. You’ll love simply and deeply and be happy as any two can be. 8/10.

Mr. Collins: Last resort to rescue yourself from a life of being a burden to your parents until they die and then having to become a governess or something. Has a job but never shuts up about his boss. You will have to rearrange everything in your house according to his boss’ will. 2/10

Mr. Darcy: Is a anxious disaster who doesn’t know how to talk to girls at parties and needs to learn how say no to going out when he’s just not feeling it. He doesn’t have a job because he’s a landlord; he owns half of Derbyshire and has ten thousand a year, but turns out that all of that money and land can’t buy tact or charisma. Doesn’t know how to flirt and thinks he’s doing a great job (he’s not). He’ll propose to you out of the fucking blue one day by insulting literally everything about you, but don’t worry! Reading his letter unlocks Darcy 2.0. This patched version gives him humility, a personality, and he WILL gain the ability to rescue your family from utter ruin. Marry him and enjoy a life of luxury and witty ripostes, but beware! You ARE going to have to deal with Lady Catherine until the day she dies, not to mention Caroline Bingley’s barely concealed contempt every time you meet in polite company. Darcy 1.0 3/10, Darcy 2.0 8/10.

Captain Wentworth: Absolutely top tier. Has a job, has earned everything he has, including a fortune and the respect of his peers, superiors, and subordinates. His sister and her husband are practically the only happily older married couple you know, his friends are super fun and nice (even the dour one with all the poetry knows how to have a polite conversation). If you dumped him ten years ago on the advice of your almost comically shitty family yeah, he’s going to hold a grudge, but he WILL NEVER STOP LOVING YOU and the MOMENT he gets over his pride will do everything and anything in his power (including leaping the bounds of propriety!) to win you back. Based on his love, money, and connections you should RUN, not walk, into his arms TODAY and allow him to rescue you from your family and whisk you off to see the world on his ship, at least until Napoleon busts out of Elba. 12/10

Mr. Eliot: Will lose all your old schoolfriend’s husband’s money in a bad deal, has debts out the ass, might be trying to get with either you or the woman your dad has been flirting with for the last few years, you’re not sure. Is totally ruining the rekindling relationship you’re trying to get going with your far superior ex. He wants the land and title your dad has and will stop at nothing to get it. Marry him and you can move back into your old house (maybe? it’s a little unclear what with all the debts) but have every single cent your mother left you immediately put into some dumbass scheme. 1/10

Henry Tilney: another softboi who just wants to act in the school play while his dad and brother plan to ship him off to military school and berate him for not joining the football team. Bring him shopping with you to pick out dresses, spend long nights over tea chatting about books. Has a job, but again, only because his dad owns the land the church is on. Loves you even though you have some very strange ideas about his house, and will forgive you when he realizes you thought his dad either murdered or imprisoned his mom. If he can find the courage to tell his dad to fuck off and let him live his own life, expect a long, happy marriage of snuggling together in a window seat somewhere, sipping tea and reading. 9/10

John Thorpe: Trash bastard man. Peaked in whatever equivalent of high school he had. Shitty and rude to everyone, would post racist memes on facebook and start fights if he could, all while being shitty and manipulative and CREEPILY possessive of you. -2/10

Robert Martin: A sweet himbo farmer who just wants to love and worship you. He has a job, is pretty rich, and while his connections may not be above his class, he’s an earnest boy who wants to take care of you and be taken care of in turn. Marry him the first time, absolutely do NOT let your friend influence you against him, because who KNOWS if you will get a second proposal! (You will, he likes you THAT much.) Marry him and enjoy a sweet, simple life of exactly zero drama (unless your friend is around). 7/10

Mr. Elton: Trifling gold digging trash who doesn’t know what the word no means. Do not marry, unless you want to be censured by decent, hardworking people -1/10

Frank Churchill: Knows how to have fun, but you know there’s something more going on. He won’t let you see his letters, he sends out secret notes, then he smiles and tells you that everything is totally a okay. Another boy with ANOTHER overbearing aunt, only this one doesn’t know how to say no. Marry him if you’ve got the money, but he will always be longing after the poor girl next door that auntie wouldn’t let him married, and would have cheated on you already if she was into it. 3/10

Mr. Knightly: He’s your brother in law and you’ve known him almost your whole life, so that’s a little sus, but he is also the ONLY person in your entire life who knows how to tell you no (and you really, REALLY need to be told no sometimes.) He is extremely wealthy, but more importantly he’s kind and caring about people who are considered “beneath” him. He will break his weird no dancing rule to dance with your shy friend, he will ream you out for being shitty to unwed spinsters who value your opinion, and somehow has the correct read on everyone all the time. You will gain no connections by marrying him, since the two of you already have the exact same connections anyway, but the two of you should be content in a test of wills that will last a lifetime. You’ll be very happy as long as he doesn’t get super pedantic and start correcting you about everything. 7/10

[qui-02]

When they like the same girl

Note: I really like this :)

Bakugou would be shocked when Kirishima made him realize that he was crushing on you really hard. He just couldn’t help it. Your personality was on point and you were cute too, you didn’t mind that he was an angry Boi and that is what he loved about you. You respected everyone’s personality and interest. Basically you got him HOOKED around your finger.

Everything was going well until that half and half bastard was looking you like a sick puppy in love. “OH HELL NO! I’M NOT LOSING TO THAT ICI-HOT BASTARD!”

It was a war now.

When he noticed that you liked a certain food boom he invited you to his house and surprised you with a big ass buffet just for you. He gets so damm happy knowing that you love his cooking instead of eating cold soba with ici-hot. “Tch, that is a win for me”

He gets extremely jealous when he sees you giggling with Todoroki instead of him. He literally drags you away from him telling you “remember that you are having trouble with math, let me tutor you dumbass.” He is the best tutor. He even tries to stay calm not to scare you away. At the end of the session you are now Albert Einstein :)

There is always a small fight when the two boys want to walk you to your home. Bakugou insist of carrying your bag while he glares at Shoto’s back. After ensuring that you made it home safely he makes sure to get his thoughts out. “Oi half and half, she is going to be mine so get out of the way you little bastard” Todoroki wants to avoid a fight in front of your house so he keeps things chill “that is up to Y/N to choose who she likes more but I am sure she likes me more since I don’t have anger issues” (Bakugou forgets that Deku and Ochako have been teaching him how to roast,lmfao)

Something that would definitely starts to get in the blondes nerves is when you started calling Todoroki by his first name. He just needs to change the “Oh Shoto good morning” to “morning Katsuki” Yup he definitely managed to get to hear your angelic voice saying that in the morning.talking about morning, he is the type to see at what time you get to class so he gets to walk into U.A with you and get some minutes with you alone.

Hagakure is always peeking on your shoulder to see who you will pick, this girl just wants to be you ok? Instantly you become the Heather of the school.

Now if there is the smallest chance of practicing fight against another classmate Bakugou will make sure he gets his way to be with Todoroki. His plan is to destroy him hoping to prove to you that he is stronger and better as a hero. Aizawa doesn’t care that they are booth beating the crap of their asses, it makes them stronger as hero’s so it’s all good. His plan failed when he somehow blew the pretty boy to hell and there you were rushing to Todoroki’s side to take care of him, how nice. He clenches his fist even tighter when you have Todoroki pressed against your chest as you wait for recovery girl to come :)Todoroki takes this chance to bond with you and get all your attention.

After making sure that he landed his worst enemy on the nurses bed and you are relieved that he is going to be ok he makes his final move. He makes sure that you have his attention full on him before he quickly place’s a peck on your check and whispered something that made your cheeks heat up. “Look dumbass, I want to be more than friends, ok?”

It’s up to you Now if you want to fill up a heart with joy or to shatter one to pieces since the second heart that is fighting for your love followed you all the way to the park hoping to catch up with you. So what will you do?

I will be giving credits to Deku and Ochako for helping the boy to realize that he has a crush on you and it isn’t a small one. Like I mentioned earlier he always has a small smile on his face when he is with you, some gorgeous puppy eyes just begging for your attention and he follows you like a lost puppy! He is a simp for you even before you start dating :)

It soon began to be a normal thing for Todoroki to share his lunch with you. He always leaves you a bit of his beloved cold soba hopping that you eat it before Bakugou drags you away from him. Talking about lunch the two boys fight for you to either eat lunch with the Deku-squad or the Baku-squad. So you decided to sit one day with each one since you have so much fun with them.

He gets you all the things you want like literally Endevor is getting concern on why his son is buying so many clothes and sweets. He talkes you to the finest mall you have on your area and he doesn’t care that you take 3 hours to only get 1 dress. He just wants to make you happy ok? Absolutely lives for spoiling you to death.

I feel like once he is getting used to you giving him thank you hugs he will crave for your touch 24/7. For some reason he will awkwardly get closer to you and that is his language to ask for a hug.If the class is traveling from the main building to USJ he will make sure that he gets to seat next to you. After training hard he is tiered so you tilt his head so it’s resting on your shoulder as you slowly watch him fall asleep, might as well join him.Bakugou catches a sight of you two napping together and his palms start to fume, cue Kirishima trying to calm him down before he explodes the bus.

Since Bakugou steals you away from him since apparently you need “tutoring for maths” he dose the same thing when you are talking to him,lol. He takes that chance to help you out on hero training. He helps you out with your technique, developing your quick you name it he is working on it with you. He takes this as bonding time with you and after training it’s tradition for you to get soba.

He loves you so much that he feels comfortable talking about you with his mom. Like he goes to visit her and he just straight up talks about how amazing you are for hours and hours until his mother brings up “You really like her Shoto don’t you?” He makes a mind note to ask you out soon so his mother can meet the love of his life in person.

Since it was normal for the two boys to walk you home Shoto came up with the best plan to ask you out. He made sure to leave Bakugou’s hero costume completely destroyed but like almost naked so he needed Hatsume to make improvements to his costume. Taking that opportunity to give you a letter that he wrote himself. “Could this really be it you asked yourself?” After saying goodbye you started reading the latter and you were left in tears, you could believe that someone could love you that much??

You have the world in your hands right now, it’s a matter of time before you have to breaks someone heart.

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[tommybaholland]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a angst oneshot about the whole Izuku leaving UA incident and how his s/o would take it seeing that letter right after the war ark, and maybe their reaction if he came back?

If you've done this already please just ignore this! (ˊ˘ˋ*)

where are you, deku?

featuring: midoriya

recent manga chapter spoilers in this one! i have to admit that i haven’t been the biggest fan of the current arc thus far but this is one reason why i write. so i included some stuff that i feel were missed opportunities. also, if you read the manga, i’d love to hear any predictions you might have. enjoy! x

sitting in a hospital was never fun. it’s already bad if you’re there to be treated but sitting there, waiting for someone to wake up, not knowing that they will? you’d rather be admitted.

you didn’t know how he would recover from this. there’s no way his body could handle everything that he pushed through to stop the evil from winning. was there even a winner in this war? you’re not even sure how or why it started. there were so many things happening, so many twists and turns and surprises that everyone who survived physically wouldn’t have much luck mentally. 

no matter how you spin it, there was no silver lining. and you were not the only one plagued by the lasting effect. 

todoroki’s supposedly dead brother is alive and a mass murder, mirio has his powers again but doesn’t know that tamaki might be dead, midnight’s death was confirmed days ago and no one could just forget about it..

and it had been three days, but deku had not awoken from his unconscious state. 

you were adamant about being the first one he saw when he woke up. he’d say that you’re stubborn but that was one thing you had in common. it was odd for him to stay unconscious for this long when he had always been the epitome of persistence. 

the sound of all might entering the room jerked you awake from what was probably the tenth time you had dozed off. 

“y/n,” he addressed. “you have done a great job keeping midoriya company but i think it’s time for you to get some rest. todoroki and bakugo have awoken, why don’t you go check on them with your other classmates?”

you didn’t even look over to him, not wanting to see the pitiful expression on his face. 

“why isn’t he waking up, all might? he doesn’t even look like he’s in pain,” you observed, looking down at your unconscious partner. 

“that must be a good thing, though, right?” the former hero replied. 

“yes but,” you paused, unsure of how to say it. “it’s odd. he’s not in a coma-induced state, he just looks like he’s taking a nap.” 

all might knew that midoriya and bakugo had kept the secret of ofa between them. now might be a good time to tell everyone, or at least everyone who should know, what was going to happen to him. midoriya was not unconscious nor asleep but was in a similar state, one that allowed him to talk to the previous holders of one for all. 

until he finishes his conversation with them, an explanation would have to wait.

“you have observed well, y/n. i can assure you that he is not in any pain and will wake up eventually. he’ll want to tell you everything when he does. until then, please go tell the other students what you know for now.”

“what if he wakes up?” you questioned, continuing to face deku with your hands over one of his casted arms.

“i’ll have someone send for you but i’m sure you’ll be around when he finally wakes,” all might reassured. 

you nodded, too tired to protest at this point. you stood from your seat before leaning down to press a parting kiss to his freckled cheek. his skin was warm which prompted a tear you didn’t know was there to fall down your cheek. he was alive but you wanted him to be okay. 

you wiped the tear from your face and sniffled before turning around to finally face all might. he patted your shoulder as you walked by, quickly leaving the room. you decided that you would do as you were told and to go check on your other classmates. however, you didn’t get very far when you ran into bakugo who was storming down the hallway while resisting the restraint of sato and mineta.

“Y/N! WHERE IS HE?”

It almost made you smile to see that bakugo was still his belligerent self, despite being seriously injured. however, that doesn’t mean he should be walking around so soon. you stood in front of the door to deku’s room, prohibiting him from entering. once he finally reached you, he tried to push past you with his hands on your shoulders. 

“you better move out of the way or start talking before i kill both you AND HIM,” he threatened when you wouldn’t move. 

“he’s still unconscious,” you replied solemnly. “but all might’s certain that he will wake up.”

bakugo’s demeanor changed as he observed the melancholy expression on your face. he wasn’t an idiot but you were. it was the least he could do.

“well, i agree with him. of course he’s going to wake up, you idiot.”

you looked up at him, waiting for elaboration from his sudden confidence.

“tch. i thought you loved him or whatever. somehow your annoying ass decided to put up with his dumbass so you of all people would know that he wouldn’t just quit. and if he does, i’ll make sure he’s really dead.”

-

once almost everyone was discharged from the hospital, you were instructed to return to UA. you were told that you would receive updates and further instructions the next morning. however, sleep was far from what you would receive. despite the exhaustion, you were restless beyond belief which made you delirious and you couldn’t tell if the shuffling outside your room was real or not. 

you woke up early, just when the sun was beginning to rise. you decided to get up as there was no point in trying to fall back asleep. you didn’t get even a step outside your room after stepping on a folded piece of paper that had been shoved under the door, waiting for you. 

it was a letter from him. 

it turns out that seemingly everyone got a letter from him. all of them varied in contents but they all conveyed the same message:

he had left the hero course. 

they also explained his power and how it passed down from all might which is the reason why the league of villains and all for one were after him. yours, however, included a little extra message written at the end. 

i love you, y/n. please don’t come looking for me. 

he had probably blamed himself for all the strife he had caused with the war but you thought it was dumb for him to leave. how did he think he was going to do this on his own? there was obviously more to this story than he provided but given that he told everyone in the class, he had to keep it simple. 

it was all making sense to you, shedding some light as to why all might was so sure of deku’s recovery. however, you didn’t get to see him when he woke up like you were told. he played it safe in writing these letters because he knew that you and others in the class would only try to stop him if he left. everyone was asking you about what you knew and you couldn’t tell them squat. you tried calling and texting him but he wouldn’t answer.

it was an odd feeling. you didn’t know whether you should be mad or not. if you couldn’t see your boyfriend yourself, you had to talk to all might. however, mr. aizawa was the only thing standing, or rather now sitting, in your way. 

“by now, you all know that your classmate, midoriya, has left the hero course. this does not mean that the rest of you should follow in his footsteps.”

even though he didn’t tower over everyone anymore from his wheelchair, he was still equally as intimidating. 

“now, UA has agreed to use its campus as an evacuation shelter. your families have already begun the moving process. classes will resume as normal but no one will be allowed to leave the campus under any circumstances. we’ve put a pause on all work study-related activities outside of the school until we know that there are no more possible threats, at least, for now. any questions can be directed to me.”

“will all might be returning?” you asked.

“all might will be taking leave from teaching for now,” answered mr. aizawa. “as i said, you can direct your questions to me.”

“right, sir, but i have questions for him about dek-- i mean, midoriya.” 

“well, you’ll have to wait until he finds an opportunity to return then.” 

“when will that be?”

“whenever he finds an opportunity, y/n. any other questions?”

it seemed like you were at a loss until you remembered something from when you were in the hospital with deku. bakugo’s behavior when you told him what all might said changed rather abruptly and you don’t think it’s because all might is his favorite pro hero. although they grew up together, deku and bakugo were anything but close. however, bakugo’s affirmation that he would recover felt odd and like he knew something that made him sure of it. 

this led you to pursue him as your next lead. 

you found him later in the kitchen making something for himself, as he usually cooked for himself than eating the food sent over by the school. 

“what did you think about his letter?”

“what letter? i didn’t get anything from that damn nerd.”

that was surprising but that logic further pushed the idea that he knew something and therefore didn’t need a letter to explain it to him. 

“so you don’t know anything about this?” you asked as you pulled out the folded-up paper that was left at your door that morning. 

bakugo snatched the paper out of your hand and scanned over its contents quickly. his brows raised by the time he reached the end before he grimaced again. 

“that idiot,” he muttered under his breath. 

“so you didn’t know about it?”

“this is almost the same as what everyone else got,” he observed, ignoring your question. 

“okay. but did you know about it?” you asked again.

“of course i did, you dumbass! so are you gonna ask me a billion questions now that his cowardly ass isn’t here to explain it to you like he should’ve?”

“so there is more to it.”

“he gave you the gist of it. that’s really all you need to know.”

“but what do shigaraki and all for one have to do with this?”

“can’t you read? the letter literally explained that.” 

“like you said, it was really only the gist of it.”

“well, you were right in wanting to talk to all might but i guess you’ll have to wait.”

“no. if you know something, i need to hear about it. also, why do you get to know about all this?”

“because that moron originally told me about it back when we started school here. i didn’t take it seriously at the time until he started getting stronger. right after we moved to the dorms, he and all might told me everything,” he explained.

“i need you to tell me what happened then because he and all might aren’t here right now.”

“look, it’s really not my job to tell you! this really belongs between the two of them. dumb deku just promised that he would be strong enough to try to beat me.”

“at least tell me why he felt he had to leave when we could’ve helped him! i know he likes to act like a selfless idiot but i don’t know if he can do this by himself.”

bakugo sighed. “this is his fight and his fight alone. like icyhot said back at the sports festival, he has all might in his corner. that’s all the help he’s gonna need.”

you nodded in agreement.

“plus, that dumb power of his involves more than what you’ve seen of it,” he added cryptically.

“what does that mean?”

“did you even read the letter? it said that the power was passed down from all might to him, moron.”

 “again, that doesn’t really mean much to me,” you pressed.

“tch. yeah. you probably only paid attention to that gross end part. that stupid nerd,” he muttered. 

“what was that?”

“look, i’m done talking with you. either talk to all might or use your damn head.” 

that wasn’t a complete waste of time but it certainly was a lost cause. despite his arrogance, everything bakugo said was true. he’s not someone who goes around lying about things so you felt that you could trust him when he said that deku would be in good hands with all might. 

you left the kitchen somewhat satisfied but it still bothered you that you didn’t know everything completely. you wondered if there was anyone else who knew about it but the chances were slim, given that bakugo also stated that it was between deku and all might. 

while heading back up to your room, you ran into todoroki. you hadn’t talked to him much since the war. out of anyone, he was probably going through it more than anyone. 

“hey, todoroki. how are you holding up?” you asked, grinning softly. 

his voice was still recovering but it was a lot better than a few days ago. “hello, y/n. my family’s okay for the most part and my father is finally doing what he should.”

you didn’t want to pry but you knew what he meant. 

“did you get a letter?”

“from midoriya? yes. i’m not especially surprised since he and all might have been close since school began. however, i do find it odd that he suddenly has another power. did you notice it?”

you nodded. “it first happened during the training session with class B, right?”

“yes. were you ever curious about it?”

“he was probably more freaked out about it than anyone else so i didn’t focus too much on it,” you explained.

“i asked him about it and i agree, he did seem apprehensive about it.”

there was a beat of silence then which had you pondering over what bakugo had said.

“apparently there’s more to his power than we think and it has something to do with the passing from one user to another,” you reported.

“i’ve been thinking about that, as well,” todoroki replied. “it’s possible that midoriya’s power is evolving to beyond what all might could do with it. it would make sense, given quirk singularity.” 

his theory seemed reliable since he would know about something like singularity. 

“thank you for sharing that with me, todoroki. it think it’s quite possible that you’re right. i’m going to try to talk to all might if you want to confirm it,” you offered.

“thank you, y/n, but i believe the answer will be more clear later on. there’s something i have to focus on for myself right now. i hope you find out more soon.”

you thanked him, wished him well, and made the rest of the way to your room. now, you really couldn’t imagine what todoroki was going through. if anything, he had just as much weight on his shoulders as deku right now. 

then again, you still needed answers as to exactly what he was doing.

later that night, bakugo sat on his bed looking down at a piece of paper. it had four simple words on it. words that both excited and annoyed him immensely. 

i’m catching up, kacchan. 

-

months passed and you hadn’t heard from deku. well, you had but not in the way you wanted. you finally got in touch with all might, who showed up to UA in person. apparently, mr. aizawa had passed down the message that you were wanting to talk but you don’t know how long ago that had been. you appreciated his effort but at this point, it was your boyfriend who you needed to see now. you didn’t want to displace your anger onto him but he could see that distress that you are in. 

“i’m sorry that he couldn’t come himself,” all might apologized.

you sighed. “it’s alright. it seems like he has better things to do now.”

“he just needs to work on yielding one for all,” all might elaborated. 

“is that what it’s called? one for all?”

“he didn’t tell you about it? i thought he wrote everyone in the class a letter?” 

“he did but he didn’t go into too much detail which is why i wanted to talk to you,” you explained, your tone rather aloof. 

“right. of course,” all might replied before clearing his throat to fill in the missing pieces.

it turns out that todoroki’s theory was on the track in that one for all had reached the singularity point and the quirks from its predecessors were beginning to manifest. 

“the fact that he was completely quirkless before one for all makes the singularity point easier for him to transition to and use the other six quirks.”

that was news to you. “he was quirkless?”

“yes.”

it was all making sense now. everything that seemed off about him and his power was because he never had one in the first place. you also could now understand why bakugo was the most hostile with him when it came to training and deku’s improvement with his power. and this was why bakugo was dead set on deku coming out of this alive. 

however, you couldn’t help but feel naive. you felt like you should’ve listened to your intuition more when things weren’t adding up and he was landing himself back in the hospital with broken arms time after time. but you ended up falling in love with him and it wasn’t because of his power. in the same vein, you weren’t about to hate him for it either, like bakugo or even todoroki at the beginning of the school year. he had worked hard to where he is now and the truth was that he had always been that way, quirk or not. 

but how come he felt the need to hide it all, especially from you? bakugo had only recently been clued in about all of it so why not you as well?

“i made him not say anything to anyone, especially since i had started teaching at the school,” all might explained, continuing to be incredibly perceptive. “and bakugo was only roped in because he was catching on to it.”

“yeah. he told me that deku originally told him a while ago,” you recalled. “so what is he going to do about shigaraki and all for one?”

“we’re not entirely sure yet. right now he’s mostly acting as bait to try to lure out the league of villains while taking care of any stray villains from the prison breaks.” 

“so what you’re saying is you don’t have a plan?” you questioned.

“we’re considering all of our options, y/n.”

“who?”

“deku, myself, endeavor, and hawks. best jeanist has also been helping with recon,” he elaborated. 

of course, he’d have the top three heroes and all might on his side. not to mention all the vestiges talking to him in his head. what about the rest of the class though? surely he was going to need more than that. hero society is hanging by a thread that could snap at any moment if the villains strike again first. 

“why didn’t you let me see him after he woke up?” you asked, changing the subject. 

“we wanted him to stay at UA, as that’s where he’d be most protected. unfortunately, every decision has been his own,” he answered.

that was what you were afraid of. 

since that conversation, the city had been partially recovered, villains were being captured, and there weren’t any threats as of yet from the league. UA fully reinstated work study programs and students were allowed out under heavy supervision. 

todoroki kept coming back from his father’s agency with letters from deku to give to you. you read them, of course, but hadn’t replied to a single one. talking to all might was helpful, it really was, but you couldn’t help this nagging feeling inside you. his letters didn’t help much either. of course, you were happy to hear from him and it did give you that tingling feeling of love that you hadn’t felt in months. 

the letters mostly detailed what he was doing and provided updates on his progress since you had talked to all might. however, if he was freely moving about the city, you didn’t understand why he couldn’t just come talk to you. all might had said that all the decisions made were his own and he was doing it in the best interest of you, the school, and his family. the thought of deku saying that he didn’t want to see anyone else get hurt made you shake your head. he’s very persistent and strong-willed but he too often doesn’t accept the help nor listen to the warnings of others, yourself included. 

you missed him but you were also resentful towards him and you hated feeling that way. you wanted to be supportive rather than selfish but it was hard when he could be too self-sacrificing. it’s not that you didn’t have faith in him. you just wanted to prepare for the worst. 

-

“hey, idiot.” 

“what is it, bakugo?”

bakugo and todoroki approached you one day after they came back from their work study. 

“we’re trying to tell you something important so don’t cop an attitude right now,” he glared.

you gave him an unamused look, unfazed by the irony. “so did you need something?”

todoroki spoke up next. “yes. my father would like to recruit you for work study. you don’t currently have one, right?” 

“no. i don’t,” you replied honestly. “why does endeavor want me all of the sudden?” 

“because midoriya—“

“shut up, you half and half moron!” bakugo interrupted. “look, we need help and thought you would want to be included.”

“okay. but why me?” 

“you’re such a dumbass. just come with us!” 

and now you were here at the endeavor agency in your hero costume with an uneasy feeling. maybe it was because you were standing right in front of the number one himself.

“hello, y/n.” 

it was true that he didn’t have any other expression other than a scowl. lately, that scowl seemed worn down and honestly, you couldn’t blame him. 

“bakugo and shoto have told me about you. of course, i first heard about you from deku.” 

your ears perked up at his hero name. you hadn’t heard it in months. 

“since he has left the hero course, we needed another student apprentice at the agency. the reason why we didn’t contact you sooner was that we were overconfident in thinking that we didn’t need another and for that, i personally apologize.”

endeavor bowing to you was a sight you thought you’d see only in your dreams. 

“so what is this really about then?” 

“the league of villains is on the move and he needs some help.” 

you didn’t have time to even think of a response before the familiar mess of green hair came into view. that was really the only familiar thing about him against his dirty and tattered hero costume. not to mention all the upgrades that you had never seen before. 

“hey, y/n,” he greeted with a soft grin.

you felt like your heart had stopped for a solid three seconds. 

“deku…” you breathed out finally. you let the tears well up in your eyes. you didn’t want him to see you cry. you felt a rush of adrenaline pull you towards him and tackle him to the ground. 

from the view, it looked like you were happy to see him. you were anything but thrilled. 

“why— how— w- what are you doing here?” you questioned, leaning over him on the ground. you face felt hot with rage but you couldn’t stop it. the more you tried to suppress your emotions, the more intense they felt. 

“well, i wanted to see you!” he answered, trying to lighten the mood. 

“you wanted to SEE ME!? what about the previous eight months, huh? or when you woke up? you didn’t want to see me then either?”

“y/n, please i didn’t intend to abandon anyone. i only wanted to protect—“

“everyone, right?” you interrupted him. “what about the rest of us? we want to be heroes too! we’ve fought countless battles and went through a whole war with you! when are you going to get it through your dumb head that we want to help you?”

“heh. they sound like me now,” bakugo quietly commented as he and todoroki watched this whole scene. 

“i wouldn’t get excited about that,” replied todoroki.

“i’m sorry if i’m being selfish but this isn’t fair, deku,” you cried, your tears dripping onto his face. 

if he thought about it, deku had improved immensely in the last several months, most likely at a quicker rate than he had at UA. however, that was because there wasn’t as much restraint on the usage of his powers. he got to fight high-level villains without a lot of supervision. he was essentially a vigilante and the top three of the hero society were allowing him to do it. 

“i’m sorry for leaving, y/n,” he began, sitting up as you leaned up off of him to wipe your tears. 

“i wasn’t thinking about everyone’s feelings but i felt that it wasn’t anyone’s decision. you guys would have stopped me no matter what.”

you didn’t make eye contact with him until his next sentence. 

“but that doesn’t mean i should be treated as a special case. you’re right, i shouldn’t waste all the energy and effort everyone has put into to stop something that i’m mostly responsible for. even though i’ve been figuring things out on my own lately,  i have no idea how i’m going to stop all for one or save shigaraki.” 

you suddenly felt stupid as he looked down solemnly. you were stupid for overreacting. at the end of the day, this was his fight. no one else could do this but him. however, hearing that he needed help was what you needed to hear. 

your boyfriend needed help.

“hey,” you called softly, placing a hand over his cheek. he looked up as you with glossy green eyes. 

“you don’t have to do this all by yourself. you have so many friends and heroes wanting to help you. i know you don’t want to lose anyone but i think everyone involved knows the risks.”

you looked back to bakugo and todoroki for reassurance. todoroki nodded in agreement while bakugo simply, “tch. whatever.”

“you’ve got me, too. you’re never gonna lose me, deku. and i won’t let you lose either. i love you too much even if you can be really dumb sometimes.”

“i love you too, babe,” he reciprocated, his face getting closer to yours. “i did really miss you.”

“i know, baby.”

you completed the reconciliation with a sweet kiss, one that made bakugo roll his eyes.

“can you idiots stop wasting my time already?!”

“i agree,” endeavor spoke up. “we should start telling them what we know.”

“right! sorry, sir!” your boyfriend squeaked before scrambling to get you both off the floor. you stifled a laugh. he’s probably seen some stuff over the last few months but his cute, spastic self didn’t change much. 

“let’s get y/n acclimated to the agency first and then we’ll go over everything,” endeavor suggested. 

“oh my gosh, y/n! i can’t wait to show you how huge this place is! c’mon,” deku exclaimed, grabbing your hand and pulling you around the office.

he didn’t want to let go once but if you wanted to because your hands were sweaty, he’d simply reach for it again. his thumb ran over the back of yours when you were just standing next to each other, giving it an occasional squeeze. even when it was his turn to talk, he didn’t release.

“okay so here’s what i’ve done recently and the information i’ve gathered from those encounters..”

you didn’t know what the end result would be and he was none the wiser. he knows how he wants it to end and now he has people he can count on for that.

heyy bnha night! let’s hear about more of your favs..

[jt-artsandfics]

Hi ya! I was wondering if I could please get a match up for either The Bad Batch or just Star Wars in general??

I am 18, female and straight. Currently my skin tone is a lovely shade of pink and red because I got sunburnt 🤣 but normally it’s decently fair/medium fair (and that’s being generous), my hair is dirty blonde and curly. I enjoy being creative in many ways such as writing, painting and dance, I have actually danced for almost 7 years now and it is one of my biggest passions and stress reliever. I’m not a super serious person overall and I love to just relax and have a good time with whatever I’m doing and whoever I’m with. My live language is 100% mutual playful banter and “bullying” (obviously not actual bullying but picking on each other in a playful manner) that being said though I do know when to be serious and I’m always an ear to listen and a shoulder to lean on.

I hope that is an okay description

🖤🖤

I'm a do both for you.

Clone wars

I match you with..... Wolffe

Wolffe doesn't show affection much, it's small things with him such as brushing his hand agaisnt yours or small words of encouragement.

He and the 104th have watched you dance before Plo Koon has been partaken in a few session.

He is always stressed and Plo Koon has tried getting him to find ways to destress. Wolffe and Cody are two most stressed clone Commanders in all the GAR.

Teach him how to dance and bully him lightly. It will become some what normal for him and he will do it back to you when he tries to teach you how to holds blaster properly.

Lots of play fights which he most certainty doesn't let you win. What are you talking about you won fair and square.

He enjoys having you around when he is doing reports. Just having you in the same room makes it more bearable working.

Please curl up against him while he works it's gives him time for you and moments of affection he normally wouldn't share. And at the same time he gets his reports done quicker.

Man blushes hard with hand holding.

Please treasure and reassure Wolffe that you love him yes he can be a hard ass but he is also a soft soul who has been thought alot.

" Cyar'ika, please. I need to get these reports finished" Wolffe says lightly looking from the reports to you as you lean over his chair.

"Sorry Wolffe I just want to cuddle" you say as you press a kiss to his temple.

Wolffe grumbles lightly but opens his arms so that you can came around and make yourself comfortable on his lap.

Wolffe wraps his right arm around you pulling you rest your head against his shoudler.

Wolffe smiles lightly as he presses a kiss to your cheek and continues to look over his reports in the comfortable silence between you both.

Your fingers start to wander slowly drawing symbols and patterns over his chest. Wolffe let's out a rumble of a sigh as his eyes focus on you.

"Cyar'ika, your being a pest" he says only for you to giggle lightly.

" Sorry Wolffe. I just enjoy being close. Haven't seen you in a little and I missed your handsome face" you reply leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips which makes him huff again.

"Your pushing it now Cyare" he chuckles as his arm grips your thigh pulling you up closer.

The Bad batch

I match you with.... Crosshair

Crosshair has such good balance and he makes for a great dance partner. As much as he grumbles about dancing he really enjoys it.

He's very cocky when he dances with you. Man just enjoys being an asshole. Lots of bullying and jokes.

He's the type of assholes who would slap your sunburnt skin and then hide in the highest place possible so you can't hit him back.

He loves pushing you out of your comfort zone. Not something over the top but like holding your hand in public or with a group of people just s starts being overly effected.

Hes a bully as it is so it's just this big rivalry between the two of you. He loves teasing you over alot do things but never things that you really enjoy.

Write him teasing little love letters about how much you want to punch him in the face and he just smiles to himself with his hand coming his face.

He will send you back letters like that and all of the bad batch and GAR know you two have a thing going becuase of it.

He's all the type of asshole who randomly scares you with loud noise and picking you up.

His love language is basically being a cat.

"Cross! You asshole!" You yell chasing after the man. You can hear his chuckle as he quickly climbs part of ruins that the bad batch now occupy.

"I'm going to flail you. And I'll make it look like an accident!" You yell again. Crosshair smirks from his position seeing the bright green paint dripping down they side of your face.

"You'll have to come up here if you want a chance of that princess" toothpick pressed into the Corner of his mouth as he says himself up on the pillar.

"Come down here and fight me like a man Crooshair, or are you scared Loth cat" you try and taunt as he lines up the scope of the gun.

"Its cute that you think you can taunt me Y/n real cute" he calls as he shoots the rifle sending another bright coloured paint ball right into your leg.

"I hate you Cross!, I'm not giving fucking Smooches for the next week!" You call our to him as you slowly lip away covered in green and Blue paint.

[ilovefandoms102]

Love Always Wins

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader

Summary: After the second Wizarding War, you and Draco start your life together...

Note: I’m so so happy everyone enjoyed my first installment Where Loyalties Lie! I’m so excited to share this with you all! Let me know what you guys think!

Also this is completely made up and will follow some cannon and noncannon! 

Part 2

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Draco and I moved into an apartment just outside of Godric’s Hollow, close to where my parents lived. I took all magical and muggle precautions to keep our home protected, Draco insisting I was being irrational, but I couldn’t shake the bad feeling I still felt. Draco and I were in the training program at the Ministry to become Aurors. It had been a few years since the battle of Hogwarts, yet I still could not get rid of the nightmares. I felt terrible for waking Draco up almost every night for the first year they happened...

They started to go away a little into the second year, but this is the third year since the war and they started coming back. I had yet to tell Draco this however, it felt childish to bother him with such things.

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I was filing more paperwork today, a headache forming from the millions of letters floating across the paper. I rubbed my temples slowly, irritation taking over my mood. I was startled when I felt arms around me, turning to see Draco. I felt better almost instantly, his lips finding their way to mine.

“Hello darling, I was hoping I could steal you away for lunch.” he smiled, kissing my nose.

“I would love to, but I have too much to do.” I sighed, laying my pen down.

“Come on my love, take a break.” he whispered in my ear hotly, trailing kisses down my neck.

“Dray I can’t,” I said breathily, but still leaned back into his touch.

His hands moved to my button down shirt, unbuttoning it just enough to get his hands down. Draco shoved his hands in my bra, twisting and tweaking my nipples. I was so glad I had my own office as I moaned loudly, my head falling back to his chest. He hummed deep in his chest, biting down on my neck to leave his mark.

“Let me make you feel good baby.” he said, my head nodding immediately.

His hands were removed from my shirt as he spun my chair around. He lifted me on to my desk, his lips meeting mine in a searing kiss. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. I felt his hardness straining in his pants, my hand immediately reaching for it. He groaned in my mouth when I gripped it, palming him. I grinned into his mouth, his teeth nipping at my lips playfully. 

“So hard for me already hmm,” I teased, a growl deep in his chest sounded as he grabbed my hips.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, shoving my hand away so he could remove his pants. 

I made quick work to get rid of mine, shoving my shirt down my arms. Draco removed his shirt as well, his fingers going straight for my heat. I arched into him, moaning his name when he rubbed my clit. His fingers moved lower to enter them inside of me, using his thumb to rub me.

“Please Dray, I need you.” I panted, wiggling my hips the best I could on my desk.

“You want me inside of you darling?” he asked, smirking at my state.

“Yes,” I whimpered, pouting my lips at him.

He moved me so my ass was somewhat hanging off the desk so that he could tilt my hips at an angle, sliding his member through the slickness pooling. The both of us sighed when Draco pushed into me, my head fell back in ecstasy. His hips snapped up into mine, a squeak falling from my lips. One hand went to his hair while the other went around his shoulders. His hand stayed on my hip while the other went to grab a fist full of my hair.

“Ready?” he asked, his eyes dilating when my tongue darted out to wet my lips.

“Mhm, I want you Dray. You always make me feel good.” I moaned, clenching down on him.

Draco smiled down at me, kissing my lips sweetly. The mood changed as he started to pound into me, my chest heaving as I tried to reciprocate his kiss. I couldn’t keep it up however when he started to hit that special spot inside of me, my eyes closing as my head went to the crook of his neck. 

“You like that darling?” he growled, hitting a particularly hard thrust. I screeched loudly, my nails digging into his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna cum,” I whined, his teeth shining as he reached down to rub my clit again. 

“Fuck,” I gritted out, throwing my head back. 

“Cum for me, love you so much.” he heaved, his eyes closing as I could tell he was just as close as I was.

“Love you more, always.” I whimpered, my legs starting to shake.

I let go with a scream of his name, completely convulsing around him. He grunted as he shot his load inside of me, his face falling to nuzzle my breasts. I held his head to me as I came down, feeling the mix of us dripping down on my desk and to the floor. 

“You better help me clean that up mister, this was your idea.” I giggled, kissing the top of his head.

“Don’t remember you complaining about it darling, in fact you were begging for it.” he quipped, biting down on the skin of my chest. 

“Excuse me, you are the one who barged in here sticking your hands down my shirt.” I gasped, playfully hitting his shoulder.

I could feel the heat of Draco’s stare as we cleaned up, I peeked up at him as he was buttoning his shirt back up. I couldn’t detect the emotion he held in his eyes, it was sadness, but also regret? 

“What is it?” I asked, making my way over to him. 

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” he mumbled.

“Dray, come on. You know you can tell me anything, I won’t judge you.” I spoke softly, throwing my arms around his middle. He stared into my eyes, they held such love for me it almost took my breath away. One hand stayed on my lower back as the other traveled to weave into my hair. 

“It just still shocks me sometimes that you chose to be with me, after....after everything I’ve done. There are days when those thoughts consume me, and I wish I could go back and be there for you. Love you like I should have then like I do now.” Draco confessed, his hand in my hair gripping tighter.

“I wouldn’t change a thing...I truly believe everything happens for a reason Dray. I think that we had hardships to make us stronger, to prove that love always wins. We always found our way back to each other.” I smiled, Draco moving his hand from my hair to cup my cheek. 

“I don’t deserve you, but I will spend the rest of my life loving you. That I know for sure.” he affirmed that by smashing his lips down to mine.

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Harry and Draco were slowly mending into a new found friendship. Of course he wanted what was best for me, and after learning that Draco did what he had to in order to save me, he gained a new found respect for Draco. It was a slow process, but it meant a lot to me that the both of them were at least trying to get along. 

We all stayed close after graduating, even living close by. Hermione, Ginny, and I would have sleepovers and reminisce on the good days at Hogwarts, I even shared my stories with Draco. Hermione revealed to me that she knew the whole time there was something between us, of course I wasn’t surprised. 

There was lots of talk of marriage and babies too, the both of them were already engaged to their men however. Draco had always said he wanted to spend forever with me, which led me to the question of where my damn ring was. I was more than ready to settle down and start a family of my own. Something I had always dreamed of. 

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My irritation with the fact that Draco had yet to propose grew when Hermione and Ron were wedded a mere eight months later. I had yet to bring up the issue however, but I couldn’t deny the longing to say those words that would forever make me his. I decided as we were twirling around on the dance floor to just blurt it out to see his reaction.

“So when am I going to get a ring?” I inquired, Draco’s smile almost immediate. 

“So eager to tie me down are you darling?” he teased, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I’m ready to start our life together, you know like in the muggle world. A big house, plenty of room for our babies to run around.” I babbled, listing off the things I had never thought possible while the war was happening. 

“How many do you want?” he asked, grinning wide.

“Two, maybe three.” I shrugged, already starting to think of names.

“I’ll give you as many as you want my love.” he sighed, bring me tighter into his embrace.

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Mine and Harry’s birthday was coming up in a few days, Draco throwing hints of what a huge surprise he had in store. I didn’t even think that it would be what I truly wanted, assuming maybe it was a necklace or something small. I wasn’t one to ask for such extravagant gifts, I had no need for them. 

We had a gathering with all our friends at Hermione and Ron’s house, Ginny had planned on making individual cakes for Harry and I. Draco and I arrived later that afternoon, sharing greetings as I made my way to help in the kitchen. 

Draco had been fidgety the whole day, and I was starting to get anxious. I became even more suspicious when Hermione and Ginny kept me inside for an hour after I had arrived, giving me odd jobs while they ran around. 

“What are you all up to?” I questioned, arching a brow at my friends. 

“Don’t be ridiculous y/n,” Hermione huffed, checking out her window for the seventh time in five minutes.

“Darling, can you come out here for a moment?” Draco called, Hermione and Ginny freezing up.

“Sure,” I said, smiling as I made my way over to him. 

My brother and Ron were giving me a weird look, Hermione and Ginny coming to join. I looked from them and back to Draco, confusion clear as I stared at him.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” I huffed, placing my hands on my hips. 

I jumped when something flew down, a banner that appeared as I read the words. My heart lodged in my throat, my breathing coming to a halt.

Will you marry me?

The words repeated as I read them over and over. I couldn’t even look at Draco, shock completely taking over me. The water works came shortly after, my hands coming over my face as I sobbed. I heard Draco’s chuckle as he came closer to me, and I didn’t need to be looking at him to know how big his smile was. 

He took me in his arms, rubbing up and down my back as I cried into his shoulder. My hands went around his middle, clutching on to his shirt for dear life. 

It was like the past 11 years came crashing down. I remember a point in time I didn’t think I’d live to see this day, especially not with Draco. Even after our first kiss, I didn’t think we would last forever. How wrong I was...The love I had for Draco was unmeasurable. My heart belonged to him just as his belonged to me.

“You asked for a ring my love, why are you crying?” Draco smiled, trying to get me to look at him, but I kept my face hidden as I couldn’t stop the flow of tears. 

“I love you, I love you so so much Draco. I love you.” I repeated as I sobbed into his neck.

“Let me put it on for you.” he spoke softly, taking my shaking hand in his as I watched him slip the ring on my left ring finger. 

I let out a watery laugh, staring at the most gorgeous piece of jewelry I had ever seen. Draco pulled my face back to look at him, taking his thumbs to wipe my tears. His smile was so bright I couldn’t help but reciprocate the expression as he brought my hand up to kiss my hand that wore his ring. 

“I take that as a yes then?” he smirked, moving some hair from my face.

I nodded my head, laughing as I hugged him again. Draco lifted me from the ground, twirling us as he did all those years ago when he came back to me after the battle of Hogwarts. He kept me in his arms when he stopped, staring at my lips for a moment before snapping them to my eyes. I took that as an incentive to lean down to tenderly kiss his lips, my hands weaving into his blonde locks. The rest of our family cheering behind us, but all I could focus on was Draco’s lips, and that I would soon be Mrs. Draco Malfoy...

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[meadows-of-light]

Prompts 1900-1999

1900) I’ve had nightmares for weeks & now that you’re here, they’re gone.

1901) No one told me that grief felt so much like fear.

1902) How do I win this war alone?

1903) We're just a bunch of teenagers, we can't handle this.

1904) You, (name) live within me, you are a Shadowhunter, a father to our wonderful children, & my husband. You are my sadness, my joy, my home, my hope, but mostly my love.

1905) You can't understand. You've never been a parent. You never love anything like you love your children.

1906) If you look in her direction again, I will shove a grenade up your ass!

1907) It’s nice to see you smile again.

1908) Get out of that fucking tree before I cut it down.

1909) (name), if you had a chance to redo anything in your life, what would it be?

1910) You need to wake up & live your life.

1911) It was always you. No matter how many times I disagreed, it was always you.

1912) Just close your eyes, I'll still be here when you open them again.

1913) If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.

1914) Oh, right. I fell through the ice.

1915) We didn’t get a lot of time together in this life, but maybe the next one will go better.

1916) Happy? I haven’t even been okay for a long time. And the worst part? The worst part is that ‘okay’ is far from being happy.

1917) How can a place so beautiful be where such terrible things happened?

1918) I never met him, but I knew him & loved him through stories.

1919) I failed to protect you, it's my fault you're here.

1920) All I want is for them to come home.

1921) It's okay to wander, it's okay to get lost because I will always be here with a light to lead you back.

1922) Shh don't worry, I will always be here to protect you.

1923) The time will come when the pain you feel will no longer exist.

1924) All I remember is I had parents & they loved me more than everything.

1925) I can’t promise your family will see you, but I can promise you will see them.

1926) I will lose hope if anything else happens.

1927) I don’t know why the hell my daughter married you but I’m just glad she did.

1928) I raised you all to survive the end of the world, you will survive the end of me.

1929) Technology can resurrect the dead. It’s my job to recreate loved ones so you can get the closure you never did with them.

1930) Though her smile is gone forever & her hand I cannot touch, I still have so many memories of the one I loved so much. Her memory is now my keepsake which with I’ll never part. God has her in her keeping, I have her in my heart. Sadly missed, but never forgotten.

1931) You promised me you’d always be there. You sat there in that chair & promised me. Large as life, ebullient, robust; they were the words that sealed your promise, you stood by the shore as we laughed & squealed with delight as you picked up rocks & tossed them with ease. Splashing us with expectations of your invincibility. You were invincible. Weren’t you (name)? Or was it just a trick of time that made me believe that you could live forever?

1932) They wanted to protect the innocence of their children, for theirs was taken far too early.

1933) I fell in love with you & in the end, it was the last thing I'd ever do.

1934) Let's draw a line between us. Paint a map back to the start. Leaving footprints to remind us. Where you go, I'll go & if you fall, I'll fall & if the sky grows heavy wrap your arms around me tight. We'll be alright, if the ground gives way beneath us, if we should fall to pieces, find me where I first found you.

1935) Dear Zoe or Kaitlyn or Angela. To My Little Girl, your dad just asked if this was a love letter, but I guess it kind of is. I never got to know my mother. I have no idea what she must have felt when she carried me. So, I thought I'd write to you, so that you could know how happy I am at this very moment. How much your father & I can't wait to meet you. & I want to make you a promise, three things you will have that I never did. A safe home. Someone to tell you that they love you every single day & someone to fight for you, no matter what. In other words, a family. So, there you go, baby girl. The rest we're gonna have to figure out together. I love you, Your Mom.

1936) You know me better than anyone, you know my fears & my dreams & my past yet you still chose to love me completely & you always reminded me of your love. & I know you, your past, your fears, your hopes, your heart.

1937) You make me proud in so many ways.

1938) It’s a great honor to be your mother/father.

1939) Your presence is like a summer breeze & your smile is a ray of sunshine. We love you so deeply & cannot wait to see you again. We miss you so & count the days until we are together again.

1940) You are a guiding light.

1941) I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you. At least I got to spend the rest of mine with you.

1942) Kiss the one that turns back time for you.

1943) I sailed halfway around the world to find you.

1944) I worry that a horrific accident will happen to you & I won't get to have everyday with you.

1945) Tell him thank you for walking that dark path with me back to the light.

1946) I would have waited five hundred more years for you, a thousand years & if this was all the time we were allowed to have then the wait was worth it.

1947) I will find you again in the next world, the next life & we will have that time, I promise.

1948) When he died, all things swift & beautiful & bright would be buried with him.

1949) I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

1950) But he could do this for her as long as he knew that she was safe, that no one could hurt her. He’d sell his soul again & again for that.

1951) Lastly, he hopes that wherever she may be as she reads the book that he wrote for her, she will read it with a light heart & that she will reach out to him, even if these words find her years from now. She has to know that he hasn’t given up (name) has to know that this man will always love her & that he will be waiting for her for the rest of his life, whether she returns to it or not.

1952) We went into this battle together but what I didn’t expect was that both of us wouldn’t make it out.

1953) I will never, ever regret the things I've done because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.

1954) All I can say is that you make me into someone I couldn't even imagine. You make me happy, even when you're awful. I would rather be with you even the you that you seem to think is diminished than with anyone else in the world.

1955) I am conscious that knowing me has caused you pain & grief & I hope that one day when you are less angry with me & less upset you will see not just that I could only have done the thing that I did, but also that this will help you live a really good life, a better life, than if you hadn’t met me.

1956) Your purpose is not to die. Your purpose is here with me.

1957) Funerals, I've decided, are not for the dead. They are for the living.

1958) Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, & in the hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.

1959) I've been strong for so long that I never thought how much I needed you.

1960) You don't always get to say goodbye & that's heartbreaking because the last time you saw them wasn't supposed to be the last goodbye.

1961) I'll never forget the way you looked at me that made me feel so special. All the words you said to me that melted my heart, the way you put me before everything else. But also, I'll never forget the way you tore me apart, the way you left me like it didn't matter. I'm not sure which is worse, the fact that you destroyed me or the fact that I never thought you would.

1962) How terrible it is to love something that death can touch.

1963) Make peace with your broken pieces.

1964) From the first moment we touched, your arms felt like home.

1965) Hold tight to memories for comfort, lean on your friends & family for strength, & always remember how much you are loved.

1966) Today & always, may loving memories bring you peace, comfort, & strength.

1967) May loving memories ease your loss & bring you comfort.

1968) Tomorrow is another day on this rocky path we walk, never knowing stability. But I believe. I believe that the sun shines after a downpour.

1969) We’ve known each other forever- I can hardly remember not knowing you. It’s hard to remember the days before you. I don’t even know if there were any.

1970) These are the days that must happen to you.

1971) I can tell you’re not yourself lately & I hope wherever you’ve gone, you feel free.

1972) My soul will find yours.

1973) I just want to know if you’re going to stay.

1974) I just want you to know that there will be a piece of you in me. Always.

1975) I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people, ‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.

1976) Sometimes I sit & wish I could freeze time right where I am. That way I’ll never lose all of the lovely things that are around me. But time keeps going & things keep getting lost. But I’m still living because something new & beautiful is going to come around eventually & that right there is something to stick around for.

1977) I look over at you & see sunshine.

1978) I am all that I never wanted to be.

1979) Where other men blindly follow the truth, Remember, nothing is true. Where other men are limited by morality or law, remember, everything is permitted. We work in the dark to serve the light. We are assassins.

1980) We must never give up the fight. The minute we do, we have lost.

1981) It’s better to have faith in something than none at all.

1982) The world stopped, you know, when it happened. I felt like everything around me was collapsing. And now? Now, I just want to have the honors of doing it myself.

1983) How in the ever-living fuck do you ‘accidently’ create a cult?!

1984) How the fuck do you ‘accidently’ join a cult?!

1985) It’s odd what you remember about someone when you see them dying.

1986) I wish you had killed me that night then we wouldn’t be stuck here.

1987) Huh? Oh, I’m just casually having an existential crisis, just ignore me.

1988) I don’t think I can do this. I’m scared.

1989) I want to tell you the story of a beautiful baby girl & the parents who would die to protect her.

1990) Everyone I ever cared about - is dead.

1991) I want night time together, sleeping together, waking up together, I want to be with you, just to be with you, I want to spend time with you, to make memories, I want to spend endless amounts of time with you, I want beautiful moments with you, I want you on your good days & on your worst days, I want to comfort you & I want to cheer you up, I want you to be with me in the dark, to hold me, to love me, to help me when I get scared, to come right to the edge to see what's there, I want to make you happy, & not lust for a moment, I want to make you forever happy, I want us to live together, to be happy together, I care about you so much, I'll always be there, we'll sort things out, I want you, I want us, I love you so much, I want you, only you.

1992) I just wanted you to know, nobody has ever made me this happy in a long time. I wanted to wait till you're asleep so you can wake up with that smile that makes my whole day better without even seeing it.

1993) Good morning my love. Know that there is nothing better than waking up with you in mind, even after having spent the night thinking about you. When I think or dream about you the best thoughts just come to my mind. I hope today you've woken up in a good mood, happy, & able to present yourself to the world with your bright eyes & with your most beautiful clothes to bring more beauty to this little planet of ours. You have the gift to bring me hope in any situation, from the time you wake up & let me tell you good morning to the moment when we go to sleep & I wish you good night & sweet dreams. You have the talent to transform anything into something more beautiful than the moment when it was created, as you add warmth & joy to our world. Without you, life would be sadder & the days would be darker. I hope you have woken up feeling quite cheerful & able to transfer all your joy to all who cross your path including me in that list, too. My wish is that we are always happy.

1994) I'm a great person who just went through too much too young.

1995) And even if I may not be the one you choose in the end, you will always have someone that loves you.

1996) For every pain that you feel in this world, there's a reward for it in the next.

1997) I'll love you until I die & if there's a life after this, I'll love you then too.

1998) We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes & fears of those who love us. As long as there is love & memory, there is no true loss.

1999) Promise me that one day, we will meet again.