#it’s just the love urgh the love is and will always be there sob

[enjisbf]

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this has so many layers, man. Fucking beautiful, i’m telling you. Made me think of a tragedy somehow when i read “he should have, you remember. the same fight as always.” LIKE FUUUUCK

of course, of course, the love is there and it will always be there but theyre doomed theyre doomed sob. I know you said comfort, but at that point of the story I was just holding my head between my hands. I love tragedies, and yet it hurts it hurts it hurts </3

THE WEDDING DRESS !!! The way John took over and was being such a doll :((( By the fucking stars, this was such a beautiful read <33 I hope it gave you the comfort you needed. Thank you for sharing this piece, i really enjoyed it <3

On Merit

exhusband!price x f!reader

cw: house fire and the aftermath of it. reader and john have kids. reader is implied to be an atheist. unedited because i don't want to look it over again. idk what this is and it's not going anywhere i just needed some comfort.

"i just thank god that the kids are okay."

an in-law of some fashion. a pesky one, perhaps an aunt. usually, you can remember her name by some clever rhyme you'd made up the day you'd gotten married, but today both the name and the rhyme escape you. 

"yeah, me too," you mutter. it's not that you don't mean it, but you've repeated the line so many times today it feels hollow and you can't muster the energy necessary to sell it, especially when the mention of your kids has your head on a swivel, making sure they're still corralled off by the picnic table. they are, of course - haven't moved since you'd last sought them out in a panic all of thirty seconds ago. your mother hovers over them, her hands stroking their hair, just as insistent and scared as your own which hang uselessly at your sides. you want to go to them, but the team of volunteer construction workers who have manifested from the aether need guidance on which parts of the house may contain salvageable heirlooms or sentimental storage. they've been dipping in and out of the wreckage all morning, confused worker bees pulling honey from the hive. a small collection of brightly colored totes decorates your lawn, fluorescent greens and reds standing out amongst the charred grass where more community and family members pick them apart, show you waterlogged decorations from a new years party four years ago and pester you to see if you want to bother keeping them. if you say no, they toss the waste into a large construction bag. mildly, it bothers you that they don't just throw them back in the house. clean up has to start somewhere, you suppose.

they found the majority of your pictures, waterlogged but whole. a gaggle of elderly women sit at picnic tables which weren't on your lawn this morning, pressing each photo between layers of shop rags. you want to bake them a cake, wonder if they'll accept a delivery pizza. wonder if you're lucky enough that your wallet is still in your car.

"only home twenty minutes… when i think what could have happened…" you close your eyes against the visions it invokes, tears collecting in your lashes. auntie balks when she notices, as if surprised her words could affect you. she pats your arm awkwardly. "well, everything happens for a reason. it's lucky you got home when you did."

it's the same line you've heard all morning, the same one you yourself had spouted to your mother much earlier when you'd admitted your kids had been home alone most the night. there was nothing wrong with that, your oldest - fifteen - plenty capable of making sure her younger sister ate and got to bed on time. which she'd done, both girls sleeping like logs when you'd gotten home. you don't want to think about what could have happened if you'd been any later, if one more patient had taken a turn, and all the words of comfort have been the same - thank god that wasn't the case. they mean well but the truth is you don't really believe in that kind of stuff so it's hard to get past the what ifs. you let it wash over you, like the runoff still flowing down the backslope of the lawn. ash and glass clouds the brook back there, a fine waiting to happen, probably. add it to the list of growing expenses your mind is too clouded to tally up right now.

smoke still wafts from the house - what remains of it. thin tendrils of ink leaking from the empty windows, their frames warped from the sagging weight of the structure and wreathed in melted plastic. john had insisted on the most expensive brand he could find, adamant that they were the most secure. but fire doesn't care much about double locks or casement, and it had rained little crystals of tempered glass down on you anyway. it crunches like gravel under aunties shoes as she drifts away from you now, neither of you able to offer the other the kind of comfort you each need. most of these people, they've shown up to make themselves feel better, to tell everyone how they'd helped the poor single mother in her time of need. but you don't act the part of the distraught, needy damsel and it's left a lot of them off-kilter, approaching you like a ticking bomb, a presumed-buried fuel source hidden under the rubble, waiting to catch heat. perhaps you are.

>>On my way.

you don't need to check your phone to verify the text because it's been burned into your retinas by now but you do anyway, just to be sure. just to do the mental math of how long ago it had been received. seven hours. wherever he'd been when he pinged your phone at two in the morning, when the firefighters had still been lingering, it must have been far. john and you may have had your differences over the years, but he had never and would never be the type to let you face a crisis alone. even now you can't help but reflect on the depth of his devotion, the implication that he'd been on a mission which he'd dropped to be with you even after learning his daughters were okay not lost on you. it's another mental image you have to fight off, the father of your children battle worn and weary when he checks his burner to find an update from kate. he hadn't bothered to relay his reply through her, had texted you directly because he still had your number memorized after all these years. it has you shaking your head, waspish when the volunteers bring you a bin of old gaming consoles, filled with water because the stupid plastic guitar controller was too tall to properly fashion the cover. you've no idea why it makes you angry, but you latch onto it with claws and teeth anyway because being mad at john is much safer than lingering on -. 

well, lingering on.

the construction crew tells you the kitchen won't collapse on you if you want to go in through the window there. you don't, but it gives you something to do, and you only realize once you're already in that it was perhaps the worst room to have chosen. 

debris carpets the floor at least two inches thick. you have a fleeting, wild notion to go swap your sneakers for boots before you remember, thoughts immediately flickering to wonder how long it will take for that instinct to die off. what strikes you first is how small the room seems with the roof sagging slightly and floor raised by detritus. soot stained and dark, it swallows the ample sunlight which streams through the empty window within inches, the further corners of the kitchen too dark to make out properly. it doesn't feel like your home, casts a certain sense of voyeurism over the growing feeling of loss. your kitchen, the life center of your home, nothing but charred ribs now.

the crew offers you a worn baseball cap and a pair of gloves when they see you flinch under the steady drip of water. you don't bat an eye as you pull them on, too focused on where you want to begin and if you'll get sepsis for your troubles.

you can't open the fridge because it's melted too much but the cabinets are all mostly functional, if unrecognizable. you don't dare open the higher ones because the way they hang off-kilter makes you nervous but the lower ones housed the bake ware anyway, the morbid curiosity to see if your pyrex finally shattered too hard to resist. 

turns out those things really can take the heat.

it's hard to stop once you've started, almost cathartic - a checklist of all the items you've forgotten you owned being crossed out as you confirm you no longer have them. it's an odd sort of soothing, a finger in a bullet hole to stem the blood loss. it will be nice not to have to wonder if anything could have been salvageable when you remember them later. 

"is my pie still in the oven?"

you don't bother turning, your eldest's blithe sense of humor about the whole affair recognizable even without looking. "you shouldn't be here," you remind her, opening up a deep drawer to find a collection of snack sized crisp bags floating in dirty water. if you weren't so agitated, it would make you laugh, the way they bob like apples, inviting you to try your luck.

"neither should you," she counters. "is my pie still in the oven? i worked so hard on it."

"what pie?" you ask, carefully closing the drawer, as if spilling more water on the floor could actually matter.

"i made a pie last night! it turned out pretty good, i think. was excited to have you try it."

you blink, finally turning to face her. "you made a pie?"

she nods, still oddly cheerful. she has been all day, a solid rock you're refusing to lean on because you want her to know she can cry, that she doesn't need to do this. "yeah, pumpkin. our fav," she reminds you.

you hide the sudden surge of tears by turning away from her and carefully opening the oven. the glass has been blown, shards thumping to the soggy floor as the door tilts. you can't help but laugh at what you find inside, the double tins still fully functional, a deep dish pie standing tall and proud in their confines. it resembles a charred souffle more than a pie when you pull it out, the top puffed up and blackened but refusing to sink into the soaked crust. a perfect slice has been cut from it already, the pie likely having been put back just to keep it warm a little longer. waiting on you. out of instinct, you check to make sure the oven had been switched off though the investigator already said everything was caused by the line outside. 

thankfully your daughter doesn't catch your doubt, too busy fawning over how perversely good her pie still looks. "i'm so proud of it," she declares, taking the dish from you.

you can't help but laugh. "you should offer it to the ladies sorting the pictures out there, in thanks."

"oh my god, you're right!" she cheers, and then nearly throws her precious pie down the bank when she turns away. "dad!" she shrieks, deciding to unload it on the window sill instead. like a dark reimagining of vintage americana.

john's by her side in a heartbeat, pulling her to him with a strong arm. in his other he still holds your youngest because that's what he's used to doing, nevermind the fact that she's twelve now. you don't think you've ever seen him so visibly shaken, mustache twitching as he holds your daughters close. he never bothered to change out of his field gear - vest stripped, but empty holsters still hanging from his stained cargos because those require a bit more care, fine motor control he probably couldn't manage. his hands are heavy on the crowns of your daughters heads, whatever words he whispers to them buried there too. you watch them with your heart in your throat, your agitation returning at the sight of him, the urge to chew your nails completely off only cowed by the appearance of soot on your gloves and the sweet smell of chemically loaded water and smoke which hangs around you like perfume. you'll have to take a bite out of him instead, an instinct that only grows when he spots you in the kitchen, anger clouding the fear in his gaze.

"sweetheart, get out of there."

you ignore him. "where were you?"

john doesn't even blink, evidently having been expecting this reaction. he should have, you remember. the same fight as always. "i was on miss -."

"i don't care." you turn back toward the room, as if to storm away, but a sink hole lays before you and despite everything, you still have enough sense about you to stay put.

it's the only opportunity he needs, john's heavy boots thudding behind you as he pulls himself up through the window. "honey, come here," he says, but he doesn't give you the chance, coming up behind you to pull you around.

you're folded in his arms before you can even pitch a fit about it, the low stream of anger you're spewing swallowed up somewhere in the stiff folds of his button up. you don't realize your breaths are coming in heaving gasps until his arms are shaking with it, his bicep swelling in your periphery just to drop suddenly out of your field of view every time you gasp for breath. john doesn't say much - or maybe he says too much, voice a steady low hum you feel in his chest more than you register in your ear. there's no helping the way you cling to him, anger dissipating as quickly as it built. john's solid and warm against you, just as soft for you as he's always been. he smells like sweat and gunpowder, the subtle scent of the expensive cigars he never finishes. it's a smell you miss always, but especially today, when the cloying scent of smoke and pfas water have felt near to suffocating you all morning.

john waits until your anger has been guttered before guiding you outside, his palm heavy on your back. he's subtle about the way he pulls another man's cap off your head, distracting you with questions about what happened, and, why is his aunt here. you pretend not to notice, stuck between an odd sense of endearment you really don't have time for and an urge to encourage him you decide to reanalyze when you're not homeless and desperate for comfort in whatever form it comes.

"the wind - last night. inspector says the tree out front must've dropped a limb on the line to the house."

"told you to let me cut it down," john mutters and you roll your eyes at him, too tired to fight now that he's calmed you down once already.

"shut up, you can blame me for this later -."

"honey, that's not -."

"look at this. you won't believe this. that line - when it split - it fucking wrapped itself around the wood stove exhaust. like, five times! look!" he's guided you back to the front of the house by now and you drag him to the freak display, the cable indeed having somehow managed to fasten itself to the exhaust while it was hissing and spitting, dangling from your home. john frowns at it, stroking his mustache in thought. "freak fucking accident," you continue, "like, what are the odds of that?"

john doesn't have an answer. "you were home?"

your breath catches when you reply, voice a low croak. john's hand is on your back in a second, soothing broad circles across your tense shoulders. "only just. the girls were asleep. i called up to them to get out of the house but i tried to put the fire out first. grabbed the hose. thank god i realized it was electrical before i ..." you babble on, for the first time able to lay your anxieties at someone else's feet. "when i went back inside, the girls were still upstairs i -." you cut yourself off, sobbing as you remember storming into your eldest's just in time to see the window shatter across her bed. you'd gotten everyone out in time but it was so close and you were so scared and it was just you and -.

"it's okay, sweetheart," john murmurs, pulling you close again. his next words are low, close to your ear. just for you "you did such a good job, mama. so proud of you."

time distorts a little after that. exhaustion creeps up on you, sinks its hooks in when you let it. john takes over, directing the crews with practiced ease and shaking hands in gratitude everywhere he goes. he even manages to keep his aunt away from you, though you spot her circling like a vulture now that she sees your walls have weakened.

you sit with the girls, looking over the salvaged goods with a sort of detached irreverence. it's strange, the anxiety of knowing you have nothing left to your name combined with the way you simply don't want to keep any of the items they bring for your inspection. the photos survived, the rest is replaceable. 

but then john himself is bringing a soggy box over, only one corner of the white cardboard singed. you leap when to your feet when you recognize the careful script of the logo on the top, a local formal shop. 

"no way," you breathe as you rip the display box from his hands, turning until you can see for yourself that the plastic casing hasn't melted, that your wedding dress is still mostly white and soot-free.

"didn't know you kept this," john mutters but you're barely listening, ripping the box open like a kid at christmas. your mom is there suddenly, helping you to keep the dress off the ground as you unfold it to check for charring, and then the gaggle of biddies are there too, laying out construction bags on the lawn for you to drape it across to keep it clean. the strangest bridal party ever assembled.

you have high hopes until you get it turned over, the train discolored and sodden from where all the water had pooled in the box. tears come unbidden to your eyes as you mourn the loss of your beautiful dress - the one memento you hadn't been able to bear parting with after the divorce. someone's hands are on you, perhaps your moms, gentle and hesitant. whoever it is they shush your tears as you sob about it not being fair, how you just want it all back.

you're not sure which you mean. 

but the hands are heavier on you now, more confident. it's not your mother's voice in your ear, quiet shushing turning to gravelly words. oh, honey, you never lost it. it's okay, we'll get it all back. 

i'll get you a new one.

divider by @/rookthornesartistry

[fluffyartbl0g]

Redraw of the panels that SHATTERED MY HEART o(；△；)o!!! OG panels + Opinions on the Luffy separation arc under read more

Okay let me just go on a tangent about my feelings about the post-series Luffy separation arc, cause I think it gets way too much hate when it’s such a heartbreaking and well executed deviation from oda’s standard formula!!! I know that we all love monkey d. luffy and he’s LITERALLY the main character of the series, but it was also really nice to get more time to focus on the rest of the crew. But here’s the thing, even when Luffy wasn’t here, he was still here. And I’m not talking about the so called ‘blessings’ or whatever that kept SUSPICIOUSLY popping up around the crew when Luffy disappeared, I’m talking about the consequences that arised from him disappearing. We truly got to see how grand the effect luffy has had on the world around him, and how many lives he was able to touch ; - ; So even though luffy physically wasn’t present (I mean KIND OF but you know what I mean), this was still VERY MUCH a luffy arc imo. 

Oh man but I think Oda wrote luffy’s disappearance so well,,, I was sobbing for like 80 percent of this arc. Like just gradually seeing the crew’s deterioration as time passes by,,, but everyone has such unwavering faith in their captain, he HAS to come back cause Luffy always comes back. But here’s the thing, Luffy didn’t know what was happening to him when he started disappearing. But what he DID know is that he wasn’t sure if he was gonna be able to come back or not. And Luffy hates breaking promises- he’d never make a promise if he didn’t plan to keep it, and he’s not an idiot either, so when he just felt himself disappearing and saw zoro nearby... Instead of saying something like “I’ll be back!” and potentially making his crewmates wait for him forever, he tells zoro to “take care of the crew”... SOBBING AND CRYING T - T. So YES. the crew has unwavering faith in their captain. But. Luffy didnt say that he’d be coming back or anything. So what are they supposed to do really.

And it’s really hard to read at some parts, like it never loses the goofy tone that has been there throughout all of one piece and it’s really sweet to see everyone rely on each other to keep one another afloat, but the slight tension that keeps building up over the months while they keep looking for clues and answers... And how each lead keeps becoming a dead end... When it builds up and Usopp finally voices the thing that’s on everyone’s mind.

Oh man. I started crying so hard. It took 6 month for any one of them to say something. Like this is One piece. Of course Luffy is gonna come back eventually, it would be waay too dark otherwise... But Idk man, even I started to doubt that :((( But luckily. THIS IS ONE PIECE. So right after everyone started,,, well not exactly losing hope or anything (maybe a bit)? but going BATSHIT INSANE FROM THE REALITY THAT THEIR CAPTAIN MIGHT BE GONE FOR GOOD, they finally got a solid actual clue of what might’ve happened to luffy!!! And I’m SO GLADDDD!!!!

Omg and when they tracked down the pray-pray no mi user and finally got some answers out of him. OMG WAIT A MOMENT I REALLY LIKED IS WHEN PRIEST GUY IS LIKE “urerheg without luffy up there as a god the entire world may very well be destroyed cause the sun has been super unstable for centuries blah blah” and then Nami freaking PUMMELED THE GUY AND SHOVED HIM DOWN WITH HER STAFF AND

SOBBING CRYING SOBBING. THEY WOULD POTENTIALLY BLOW UP THE ENTIRE WORLD IF IT MEANT THAT THEIR CAPTAIN WOULDNT HAVE TO BE LONELY ; - ; KILL ME.

URGH I was really hoping that Luffy would return right once they beat him up cause I really really missed my boy, but honestly I think the final method of getting Luffy to return was super clever and absolutely worth the extra 3 weeks of waiting!!! I know that it was foreshadowed across the whole West Blue Saga and everything but I honestly had no clue it would end like that, DONT MAKE FUN OF ME :(((

When the crew finally got their captain back after 8 months of waiting... I mean they’ve been separated before for even longer periods of time, but they always knew that they’d be back together. This time they didn’t know. BUT AREHAHRGE ALL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING WAS SO WORTHIT WHEN THEY ALL FINALLY REUNITED T - T!!!!!! UWAHHWHAHWUAAGGHA!!! AND SEEING ALL THEIR ALLIES AND FRIENDS THEYVE MADE JUST CHEER AND CRY WHEN THEY HEAR THE NEWS!!!! I WOULD CHUCK ALL THE PANELS HERE IF I COULD BUT ID JUS T REACH THE IMAGE LIMIT BECAUSE ALL OF THEM MADE ME CRY ; - ;!!! Literally just read those 5 chapters in the arc finale cause,,,, man so good T - T

Anyways TLDR: The post-series luffy seperation arc is NOT BAD and you guys are JUST COWARDS AND LIARS!!!!

[revalition]

OCT 19 - SHIVERS Raise the hair on your neck. Tune in to the city.

shivers my beloved!!! I love her so much!

Here is my favourite shivers quote since I didn't include it in the image this time:

SHIVERS - FOR THREE HUNDRED YEARS I HAVE BEEN HERE. VOLATILE AND LUMINOUS. MADE OF SODIUM AND RAIN.

weeps... <333 not only is it such a gorgeous quote but it was also my first time hearing from la revacholiere... You need shivers of 5 to get it but luckily my first playthrough I had FYS of 4 and I got the patrol cloak the first day so I guess that's 5.. so when I was messing with the electronic doorbell on the first day and eventually got this line!!!!! I had NO IDEA what was happening but I was immediately fascinated by this skill.

also if Kim isn't with you, you can ask yourself what just happened and not a soul answers. your skills *never* just leave you in silence like that...

afterwards she also says:

SHIVERS - IF YOU WANT ME YOU CAN FIND ME ON THE BEACH, DANS LE DERNIER BAL.

which, like. what does that mean. the last ball? the last dance maybe? and then when you do the shivers check in the church there's a modifier that just says "+2 FIND ME ON THE BEACH"

anyway... no it's not oct 19 but that's the naming convention I set when I started so that's how it's going to stay. tbh I had no idea what to do with shivers which is why this isn't anything like my other skilltober posts but hopefully it still does her justice

lots of quotes under the cut as always

what's this? actual screenshots from the game??

this scene was just. so amazing. the worst part is how easy it is to miss! if your inland empire is too low you don't get the dialogue that lets you even try the shivers check (found that out the hard way in my second playthrough >:( and you only need 2 IE to get it) and then the shivers check is quite difficult too... the two people I know who played it, neither got to talk to the city! but that also made it feel very special

I remember screenshotting my game when I got this dialogue so I could go look for it! and then finding the body on the boardwalk and looking all around there and going ah, guess I can't get under the boardwalk and it was just flavour text. and forgetting about it.

and then finding it down there!!! it's my favourite I wore it the rest of the playthrough. also the modifier on it!! +1 Shivers: Gift from La Revacholiere 😭 shivers... shivers ily...

shivers memories of your mom?

she's so helpful

this one kills me every time I read it

also I've been angry with shivers about the humiliation of the shivers fail in front of neha the dicemaker where you take your pants of... and I went to grab a screenshot and it... was Harry all along? all shivers says is that you don't feel anything and it's a bit too warm, and Harry does the rest... sigh. of course he does.

this is a dialogue you can get after talking to Plaisance about the curse after you investigated the doomed commercial area... I know you can come to the conclusion that the curse of the doomed commercial area is caused by being so close to the pale, but that fact that Shivers can pick it up so early on...

I love when she humours you...

this damages your endurance! shivers scolding you can make you *die*

this one damages endurance too... but inland recognizing that shivers isn't one of your skills...!!!

there are a bunch of these (unsure if they're implemented in the game or not, I've never encountered them at least) of your patrol cloak talking to you through shivers!

Kim trying to convince you not to leave in the airship is heart-wrenching on its own, but La Revacholiere begging you not to forsake her...? sobs

this one has to be in here... the three skill checks are godly difficulty. urgh it hurts my heart

the miracle!! she protects the phasmid too, watches over it. observes it skating across the water, opening the buoy to retrieve the passport...

my two supranatural skills bringing you to the precinct! this dialogue has their names, even (usually EdC just relays it to you)

harry and the city are inseparable...

this one hurts me. the church sidequest is my favourite in the game, but there's always this underlying sadness to it that things cannot exist in that church...

fuck...

shivers is so poetic... In my first playthrough, all of their information on the surrounding area was overwhelming. And I didn't have high enough shivers my second playthrough to get the dialogue... but looking through it again now, it makes so much more sense after playing once.

Revachol forever.

this brings me great comfort... the city with pocket it for you. and you can finally move forward.

I don't know what this means... but I wish my city loved me the way revachol loves harry. you also need to pass a godly logic passive to deduce that the world is the thought reader...

that's only 27 screenshots but I don't have any others to add right now... so here is shivers from the spring storm WIP since I havent shared one of these in a bit

dont mind empathy and pain thresh photo bombing it...

and here is my personal shivers skill portrait, which conceptualization drew...

i'm not sure if it's weird to add this but screenshot from our shared discord, but it's kind of cool. they're often silly or rude to eachother but they have their moments. re: shivers suggesting moving to toronto (there is a bit more before this that I was contributing to).

I can count on one hand the number of times I've heard from my shivers... the first time was actually *in* toronto when I was there for a concert. the way Harry loves his city isn't the way I love my city, but it does make me wonder if I could feel that way about somewhere else...

anyway weird note to end this post on but. that's okay. half light next... hopefully tomorrow

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 25

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"You have to cut the tomatoes smaller."

"Smaller than this?" 

"Yes. That's what the recipe says."

"Ok, fine. Smaller it is" Ben sighed.

"Oh… my God"

"What am I doing wrong now?" he asked.

"Sarina is calling me" June said, her eyes fixed on her phone.

"Then pick up!"

"I can't."

"What? Why not?"

"She's going to tell me that I'm not going to the World Cup."

"You don't know that, June."

"Yes, I do! I'm not ready yet and… Chilwell, what are you doing?"

"Picking up for you" he smiled, giving her her phone.

"You, you… urgh" she groaned. "Hello?" June said. "I'm good, thank you. Just doing some cooking. Yes. Yes. Ok. Yeah, yeah… Thank you. Ok, bye."

"And? What did she say?" Ben asked. 

"She… she said… she" June mumbled, tears coming to her eyes.

"Dear Lord, Maxwell. Speak! You are making me nervous!"

"I'm going to Australia, Ben. I'm going to the World Cup" she cried.

"You are going? Like, for real?"

"For real" she chuckled, her little laugh getting mixed with her sobs.

"Oh my God, June!" he said as he hugged her, lifting her in the air and starting to spin with her.

"Ben, stop!" she laughed. "You are gonna make me dizzy!" 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he replied, stopping but still hugging her. "But you are going to the World Cup!"

"I am."

"I knew all that hard work would pay off. I am so proud of you, June. So proud. I love you" Ben said before kissing her.

There. He had said it. He had said the three words. 

And he was putting all those feelings he had for her in that kiss, letting her know that he had meant it, trying to somehow stop her from freaking out. And it was working, because the moment those three words had left Ben's lips, June had wanted to run away like she always did. But she couldn't. The way he was kissing her was making her forget about everything and anything, even her name.

"Come" he said, breaking their kiss and taking her hand.

"Where?" June asked, trying to catch her breath.

"Upstairs. Let's go celebrate the good news."

"You mean…"

"Yes, Maxwell. I want to do it. Don't you?" Ben asked with a teasing smile.

"I do" she nodded. "But are you sure? What about not wanting to become one of my fuck buddies?"

"I know I'm not going to be one of them."

"How?"

"Call it a hunch" he shrugged. "Now, are you coming upstairs with me or not?"

"What about our lunch?" 

"We'll eat later. We'll need to recharge" he smirked.

"Chilwell… Did you just quote me?" June laughed.

"Maybe" he shrugged again. "Are you coming or not?

"That'll depend on what you can do" she replied with a mischievous smile. 

"Ok, come here you little dirty mind" Ben said, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, June not being able to stop laughing.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Penny for your thoughts?" Ben said while playing with June's hair, her finger drawing small hearts on his chest. 

"It's nothing, something silly."

"Everything you say is silly, Maxwell. Ouch!" he complained after she pinched his nipple. 

"You deserve it for being an idiot" she smiled. 

"You know, when Mason said you were fire in bed, I didn't expect it to be violence."

"He said what?" she laughed, turning to look at Ben.

"His words, not mine."

"Men" she sighed. "Do you think we will get to be proper friends again?" June asked, resting her chin on his chest.

"You will. You just need to be patient. And you still haven't told me what you were thinking about" Ben said, putting a lock of hair behind her ear.

"It's nothing, I already told you" she shrugged.

"And I already told you I want to know."

"You are so annoying, Chilwell."

"You weren't thinking the same 10 minutes ago" he smirked.

"Shut up!" she replied, this time hitting him.

"Ouch!" he laughed.

"But now that you mention it… that is what I was thinking about. What we were doing 10 minutes ago. I can't remember the last time I felt something like that" she said in almost a whisper, her cheeks getting warm.

"Wait, Mason never made you… Ouch! June, stop hitting me!" Ben complained again.

"Then stop being an idiot!"

"Ok, ok. No more comments. But what do you mean with something like that?"

"I… I…" she said, back to playing with her finger on his chest. "I can't remember the last time I had sex with someone and it felt like something else. Like there was more to it, more than just something physical, you know?"

"You mean you can't remember the last time you made love with someone."

"As corny as that sounds… Yes" she whispered, feeling her cheeks now burning. Why was she suddenly acting like that? She had never been shy when it came to sex or talking about it. But right now, in that moment…

"Do you know why it felt like that?"

"I have a slight idea." Ha, slight. She knew perfectly well why it had felt different.

"I meant what I said earlier" Ben said after a few moments in silence.

"What?" she said, looking at him again.

"I love you, June" he replied, caressing her cheek. "I know you are probably freaking out again, but I needed to say it. I needed to get it out of my chest. And I know you aren't ready to say it back yet, but I don't care. I'll wait as long as it takes. Your body has done the talk for you and I'm fine with that."

"My body?"

"You just admitted it. We made love, it wasn't just sex. And it's felt different from all the other guys you've been with because you have feelings for me that you never had for them. But again, June" he said, cupping her face. "I don't want to put any pressure on you, you are in charge of the rhythm here. If you aren't ready, that's ok. I will wait. Because you are so worth it, June. You aren't like any other woman I've met before. You are amazing both on and off the pitch, a real role model for many women and girls out there. You fight for what you want, not caring about what the haters say."

"Haters like you, for example?"

"For example" Ben chuckled. "You have beauty and brains, and remember when I told you that my heart had never felt healthier than when I was kissing you? It wasn't just something cheesy to say. It was the truth. Even though you say it is broken, your heart is so big that it manages to fix everything that doesn't properly work on mine."

"Ben…"

"I love you, June Maxwell. I love you and I don't think I will ever get tired of saying it. Because you are talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing…"

"Are you quoting me again?" she laughed.

"I'm technically quoting Lady Gaga, not you" he shrugged. "But where was I? Oh, yes. Amazing, show stopping, spectacular…" 

"Shut up, Chilwell" she said, putting her finger on those lips of his that she adored.

"Make me" he smirked. 

"My pleasure" June smiled before kissing him and letting her body do the talking again, letting it be the one that told Ben what words couldn't just yet… That her heart wasn't broken anymore. That the same way she had fixed his, he had mended hers. That she also loved him. 

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Tattoos and Tissues

Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: No Upside Down. Tattoo Artist and Florist AU. Eddie is a tattoo shop owner and all is going swimmingly until a certain familiar face from high school drops in to ask for help with tattoo design but ends up setting off his allergies. But Eddie can't pinpoint why his ex-bully is so... squirmy? CW: Really mild mention of mess? Steve has the kink but it's really only implied. Word Count: 4k Author Note: Heya! I tried to throw some fun kink-related scenario stuff into this fic just for shits and giggles. But also kept it pretty tame, but I've got some ideas for a pt 2 and possibly pt 3 if y'all like this? And those might get spicier. So just let me know if you like this AU or just really sneezy Eddie in general. It was fun to write! Also kinda lowkey maybe sorta snuck in some Autistic Eddie bc hi author is autistic oops. MINORS DNI

It was winter. Blessedly crisp and cold, and even if Eddie hated being cold, he liked winter. It was one of the few seasons where he wasn’t the sneezy friend for once in his life. No, with his Munson Constitution, Eddie had an immune system like a damn suit of armor.

Come Spring, Summer, and even Fall? Eddie was bound to sneeze on and off all damn day depending on the pollen count for the various things he was allergic to. The only reason he was usually functional at all was because of getting allergy shots that helped make his itchiness, sneezing, and everything else more manageable. When he couldn’t do that he just had to pop some Benadryl and hope for the best.

Eddie’s chilly fingers were currently wrapped around a coffee mug as he headed into work, greeting Gareth sleepily with a mumble.

“Dude. It’s 11am. You should absolutely be awake by now.” Gareth said incredulously from behind the counter where he was going over the schedule for the day. They’d only just opened. Such was the luxury of owning a tattoo parlor, they could open just before noon, and it was completely normal for them.

Eddie sipped his coffee and waved a ring clad hand at Gareth, shushing him once he’d swallowed. “Shhh… you sound like my uncle when you nag like that.” He complains and has another sip of coffee, leaning over to peek at the schedule. “I got anything early?”

It wasn’t unusual for Eddie to lean into other people’s personal space and Garret just rolled his eyes and shoved him back over the counter. “No. When do you ever? Chrissy always does mornings for you.”

“He’s riiiiight.” Chrissy says with a sing song voice as she comes skipping over to Eddie with a grin on her face. She steals his coffee cup for a sip and Eddie doesn’t even whine as she does so. Just lets her have it.

Eddie wraps an arm around Chrissy’s shoulders and squeezes her gently. “And you’re an angel for it. An angel!” He insists and turns his face away from her to yawn into his arm. “Urgh sorry.”

One of Chrissy’s hands comes up to gently cup Eddie’s face, eyeing the bags under his eyes and how bloodshot they look. “Is it nightmares again?” She asks him quietly to which Garret politely pretends to be busy doing anything but listening in.

With a fake smile, Eddie gently takes her hand off his face and squeezes it reassuringly. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” He told her quietly and kissed the top of her head. They weren’t together. Had tried it once but Chrissy had broken down and sobbed to Eddie over a bottle of wine that she was a lesbian. Eddie had held her all night, reassured her, promised her that no matter what he loved her and supported her wholeheartedly.  

So, they weren’t together, but they were as thick as thieves. Closer than siblings but not together in any romantic or sexual sense. They just knew each other too well. On some deeper level… Chrissy knew shit about Eddie’s past that no one else knew and Eddie, in turn, knew things about Chrissy he’d never breathe a word about…

The door chimed and Chrissy stepped back to look at the person who had come through the doors. “Hi, welcomed to Banished Tattoo, if you’re my eleven thirty you’re pretty early, eager beaver.” She greeted chipperly to which the stranger seemed surprised.

“Uh… no actually. I was looking around at some tattoo places near my new apartment and this place is pretty close. Thought I’d stop by and check out some work. Maybe talk design ideas if I like your stuff?” And the man used a hand to brush his stray bangs that had fallen back up out of his face.

Strangely familiar… He was gorgeous. No really. Utterly and completely heart-stopping. Those soft lips and handsome jaw with that perfect fucking hair, those little moles, fuck  Eddie was smitten already, and the motherfucker hadn’t even agreed to a tattoo yet.

In fact, it didn’t look like he had any tattoos at all… Eddie was somewhat confused but left Chrissy to set him up with their work portfolio booklets full of their best pieces. He took his coffee to his tattooing station on the lower floor.

All of Chrissy’s things were in the loft area up top. She was so short and so liked to feel tall otherwise. A little while later, Eddie became aware of Chrissy’s presence behind him when he was about half way done with his coffee. “Oh no…” He said quietly. “Don’t tell me…”

“He liked your work.” Chrissy said with a grin and grabbed him by one of his curls to pull him out from behind the dividing wall to the waiting area while Eddie hisses “ow ow ow ow ow Chrissy-!”

Once they’re in front of this poor stranger, already subjected to Eddie’s nonsense this early in the morning (at least in Eddie’s opinion), Eddie tucks the strand of hair Chrissy pulled him by back behind his ear.

“Sorry, he’s not a morning person is all.” Chrissy explained, still cheerful as ever. “I’ve got to go prepare for my eleven thirty. You boys have fun brainstorming.” And with that she hurried off back up to the loft.

Eddie wanted to grumble but instead he took a breath, felt a dull tingle in his nose and ignored it, before switching his coffee to his nondominant hand to offer a handshake out to the other man. “Eddie Munson. So, you liked my stuff and wanna design a tattoo?”

The other man takes the offered hand to shake it and nods. “Yeah! I really liked your style and consistency, man. I’m Steve Harrington.” He introduced himself and Eddie could swear the name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.

His nose prickled with that itchy sort of tickling sensation again and Eddie rubbed at it with the back of his wrist. “Steve Harrington, huh? Nice to meet ya. Let me grab some things and we can get settled in my tattooing area to design this if you want? There’s a couch in there?” He offered and headed back to his area. Rummaging around a little, Eddie pulled out his sketchbook, pencils, and pens. “So, what’s our tattoo idea?”

Slowly, Steve eased down on the black leather couch while Eddie leaned against the tattooing table, setting his coffee down there. “I’m not totally sure… I babysit these kids and I sort of just promised them if they’re all graduating with A’s then I’ll get a tattoo for them. And well- I’m a man of my word.”

A loud sigh escaped Eddie as he smiled and rubbed a hand over his face. “Oh man… You’re in some shit. Okay, bud. You want something small or big?” He asked casually and felt the tickle spike in intensity for a moment. “Hih… Uh… h-hang on one s-seehhcond…”

Holding up a finger with the hand still holding his pencil, Eddie lifts his opposite arm to prepare to sneeze into his elbow. “EhhhXT’shh! Ugh sorry. S’cuse me.” He shook his head, curls flopping wildly for a moment and sniffed.

“Bless you.” Steve said, blinking a few times and looking like he had to recover for a moment. “Are you okay?”

Eddie waved off his concern with another sniff and a nod. “I’m fine. So, this tattoo. How big or small? Any sort of theme you’re th-hiih-inking about?” He questioned and tapped his pencil against the paper a little, the itch still bothering him.

Poor Steve looked completely out of his element now that they were talking about putting ink on him specifically. “Um… well… I think small might be better for my first-”

“HiiD’TShhuh! Ugh… snff sorry.” Eddie apologized, realizing he’d interrupted Steve again who looked positively flustered.

Maybe flustered was too kind of a word to use. Actually, Steve looked downright embarrassed. He was bright red but even as Eddie went to ask if he was okay, Steve took his turn to cut him off. “It’s fine. Um. What was I saying? Oh! Small! So how small is small really? Like a quarter? Or… like a drink coaster? I dunno…” He threw his hands a little in frustration and Eddie couldn’t help smiling in endearment.

“You h-hhhaave no idea what you w-want do you?” Eddie asked with a smirk and another sniffle punctuating it.

“No fucking idea.” Steve finally admitted with a groan and put his face in his hands.

Eddie laughed a little and felt his breath wheeze in his chest. “Oh shit. That makes s-sense…” He chokes out, his breath threatening to hitch again. “I can h-help you design a tattoo no p-prehh… problem snfff but I need some allergy meds f-fihh first because something is seriously s-setting me off.” He hitches his way through reassuring Steve and goes to dig in his cabinets for some Benadryl.

For a few moments, Steve looks stunned and is apparently too shocked to speak.

“W-Whhhiih…what’s the batter, Stevie?” Eddie asked, his sinuses swelling a little and congestion settling in to turn his m’s to b’s and n’s to d’s. “Dever heard of allergies b-beeh… eehHID’TsHHew! HeiSHEW! Ugh… fuck be…” He plucked a few tissues from the box on the counter to wipe his nose after sneezing into his elbow.

“No, it’s just- shit. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. Are you allergic to pollen?” Steve asked anxiously and brushed his bangs back out of his face. When Eddie glanced back at him, Steve was still wearing that look like he was beating himself up internally, but he was more concerned than anything else.

Overly so in Eddie’s opinion, but maybe it was because he delt with this on the regular. “I’b allergic to everythi’g, Stevie. Is it a pladt that cad jizz? Thed I’b godda sdeeze add itch add wheeze…” He murmurs and rubs at his nose a little before finally pulling out the godforsaken bottle of Benadryl to down a dose with some water from his water bottle. ”Hiih’tshhuh! Huh… oh by god.”

The way Steve’s expression falls and crumples just about breaks Eddie’s heart. “Shit. Yeah. It’s my fault. I’m a florist. My job is making all the floral arrangements that get put on display or that people order.” He tries to smile softly at Eddie in a reassuring way.

“That bakes- hhii’DTshhuh! Ugh… so buch sedse.” Eddie mumbles, swiping at his nose and rubbing at it in rough circles with the tissue he’s got. His nose itches something fierce and his eyes are starting to get itchy and watery too. God, it makes him want to jump in a steamy hot shower for an hour to rinse the allergens out.

Steve was making to grab his things, looking like he was getting ready to leave. “I’m sorry. I really liked your work but if the allergies are too much I don’t wanna torture you, man…”

Panic rose in Eddie like a snake rearing its head to strike. Something in him didn’t want Steve to leave. He was so damn pretty, held good conversation, and Eddie still can’t place why Steve is familiar. Nope. Something in him tells him Steve can’t leave, not yet.

“D’no!” Eddie said quickly and moved around the tattoo table, knocking the tissue box to the floor in his rush. “Shit- uh d’no uh dod’t go. Seriously, I’b used to this. I- iihhxshhTsh! Fuck. I’b like this all spri’g, subber, add fall. Ask adyode. I cad work through this d’no probleb. I eved keep basks for whed I’b tattooi’g just id case.”

There was a look of uncertainty from Steve as he shifted his weight from foot to foot for a moment, “Your allergies are that bad? Do you get like… allergy shots or whatever? I hear those help.” He picked up the box of tissues off the floor to hand them back to Eddie who took them gratefully.

Eddie nodded when Steve asked if his allergies were that bad, his breath hitching unevenly again while his nostrils twitched. They were starting to get pink and irritated, plucking a few tissues as said nostrils twitched and flared while his breathing stuttered. “Uh-huhh… mmf. Yeah. Get allergy s-shots as ofted as I cad id allergy seasod, but I s-still- Hhxxshuh! Oh by god… sdeeze. Add adyway it’s widter dow. Usually, dothi’g to sdeeze or wheeze about buch udtil I h-hhhave to get the Christbas decoratiods out. Snfff!”

“I’m so sorry, Eddie. Really. If you’re not feeling up to this at all we can reschedule, and I can make sure to shower and wear freshly washed clothes?” Steve offers, still watching Eddie worriedly. There was an almost mom-like quality to how he was beginning to hover and now Eddie could see how he’d likely become the babysitter of some highschoolers.

He sniffled again and pawed at his nose a little, hoping to alleviate the itchiness deep within. “I’b a-aaah-alright really. Just sdeezy. I’b so used to t-this. As lodg as you’re dot freaki’g out. If you’re freaki’g out, by all beads, H-hhhharri’gtod…” He stepped back and made a grand gesture with both hands and bowed as if bowing the king out of court.

Then it clicked. Harrington. King Harrington. From high school. This was one of the preppy jocks from that group that tried to single out his little flock of misfits. He had been set to graduate before Harrington until he was held back twice. “EiiTSHHHuh! HeehDTSHHHEW! Ugh-”

“Woah, big sneeze,” Steve said, sounding impressed and almost cheering him on in a way. “Shit. Sorry. My roommate, Robin, and I have this running joke that’s like that. Every time one of us does something like yawn or burp or… I guess even sneeze and it’s big, we say that.” He chuckles bashfully.

A soft, sort of mushy feeling settles in Eddie’s chest, and he really can’t help himself.  This was surely not the same King Harrington from high school. “Okay, d’no that’s snff snffff ki’d of cute.” He snuffled against his sleeve and his nostrils twitch and flare again, making Eddie’s eyes squint and water as he begged for relief from the tickle. “Ugh.. fucki’g pladt sperb.” He grumbles and wiggles his nose. “Well, if you and your roobbate ever h-have a gabe of who sdeezes the bost coudt be id. Easy wid.”

Once again Steve’s face seemed to just color up such a brilliant shade of red that Eddie couldn’t even begin to describe. It was richer than just cherry or tomato red. “From uh… from what I’m seeing here I don’t doubt that. But you’ve never seen me with a cold.”

And that sounded like a challenge. Eddie was all about a good old fashioned challenge. “Oh yeah snff, Harri’gtod?” His eyelashes fluttered a little and his breathing hitched ever so slightly, a hand coming up to hover in front of his face. “H-hhhold that th-hhhiihh- thought-! Hih-! HiiTSHH! EhhTShhEW! Eheh… eh-? EhhptSHHEW! EhhKTSHHEW! Huh…”

“Holy fuck, big sneezes. Bless you!” Steve says in a soft sort of awe which makes Eddie laugh softly as he plucks some tissues to clean himself up. He clamped his ring covered hand over his mouth and nose and now it was a total mess which he was struggling to clean up.

Blowing his nose would probably help but with someone like Steve right there, Eddie didn’t exactly want to feel that unattractive. So, he settled for snuffling softly behind a tissue. “Thagks.” He mumbles, cringing at how congested he was getting as he pumped some hand sanitizer onto his hands, rubbing them together rapidly. “Alright. Tell be about these rudts of yours-”

The time flew by after Eddie started asking the right questions. Soon they had an intricately designed piece with many things Steve had listed that the kids did, liked, teased and joked about. Even some inside jokes were thrown into the tattoo. It was smallish. About coaster sized so maybe medium for a first piece.

Steve loved it. Adored it even. He was immediately sending pictures to his roommate who was texting back faster than Chrissy even did sometimes. The Benadryl had mostly kicked in and Eddie was still sniffling and sneezing though not as much. And he was still congested as hell.

“Eddie, really, this is… wow. And I get to have this? Like on my body?” Steve said with a smile that could light up even Eddie’s black, charred, dead heart.

Eddie chuckled quietly and sniffled, rubbing at his itchy nose some more with his wrist. “Uh-huh. All yours, big boy. I just get exclusive rights to tattoo it od you sidce I drew it.” He half jokes. It was a bit like… a code of honor. If one artist starts a piece, they should be the one to finish it unless they can’t. “EhhDTSHHEW! Huh… S’cuse be.” He mumbles and sniffled again, grabbing another tissue to wipe his nose which was now painfully red.

A soft smile crossed Steve’s face, “Bless you. You get to tattoo it on me, Eddie. No worries about that. You sure you’re okay? Don’t need me to get uh-?”

“Chrissy.” Eddie supplies his coworker’s name and shakes his head, curls bouncing again. “D’no. I’b fide. Seriously. I dod’t eved have buch od by schedule today. Snff snfff. Just two sballer tattoos add snfff… I’b hhhih… dode. I thigk snff Garret add Chrissy will udersta’d if I wadt to go hobe early add shower thed pass out.” He admits with a returned smile back at Steve, fighting off another tickle by scrubbing at his nose.

Again, Steve seems… uncomfortable somehow. Eddie seriously hopes all this sneezing isn’t majorly putting Steve off because fuck that would be just Eddie’s luck wouldn’t it? Find the perfect guy for once and he’s a total germaphobe. He suddenly has to yank his hoodie collar up to cover his face as the tickle overwhelms him. “IhhEXXTSHHUH! Oh by fugki’g god…”

Something like a sympathetic noise comes from Steve and he plucks a few tissues from the box to offer them to Eddie who takes them gratefully, hurriedly burying his face in them to- “HehhTSHhuh! Sorry for all the sdeezi’g. Snff. I probise I’b dot usually caught so- udprepared?”

“Eddie,” And god Steve’s voice is so soft when he says his name like that. “It’s alright. Seriously. I don’t mind the sneezing one bit.” He tries to insist but Eddie knows better. He likes to think he knows how to read people, it’s a survival skill at this point. Something he’d had to develop over time because Eddie Munson has no natural social skills.

Leave him alone in a room full of people and he’ll meld into the back wall. The only reason he’d been so loud and obnoxious in high school was to draw the attention of the jocks away from his group of misfits and onto himself. To keep them safe.

So, Eddie, being terrible at social skills as he is, rubs at his nose and sniffles some more. “N’do way, dude. I kdow it’s gross. You dod’t h-have to be polite to m’be.” He laughs it off like he can do most anything someone thinks is gross or weird about him. Even if it’s never quite true deep down.

And then Steve is doing that soft look again, like he’s concerned for Eddie in a way that only Chrissy or Garret (though he pretends not to) has ever been before. And well, obviously, his Uncle Wayne but he’s obligated to it doesn’t count.

Steve is opening his mouth to speak again but the tickle is burning through Eddie’s nose again so he hastily holds up a finger again to tell Steve to wait.

“H-hhhhold that t-thought, bi-ihh big boy exxshhtuh! Huh… N’gxxSHUH! Jesus. Whew. Okay, sorry. Codtidue.” Eddie was hastily swiping at his nose with the tissue he’d luckily caught his sneezes into.

There it is again. The discomfort. Eddie had hoped that making light of his predicament might help put Steve at ease, but it only seemed to make things worse. Guilt gnawed at him even if he couldn’t help it.

With a deep breath and what looked like a lot of effort on Steve’s part, the other man found his voice to speak. “You’re not gross, Eddie. Trust me. But I promise for our actual tattooing appointment I will wear extra clean clothes and come freshly showered so you’re not suffering again. Deal?” He extended a hand out with a smile to shake on it.

Eddie sniffled and grabbed Steve’s hand in a firm grip, rings clicking together. “It’s a deal, Harri’gtod. Ehh….EXT’shew! SnFF!” He’d ducked his face away from Steve to sneeze but still felt the other’s grip tighten so much more. “Sorry.” He mumbled and sniffled a little before facing Steve again.

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve says with a chuckle that sounds a little forced even if his hazel eyes are genuine. “I should get going. I’ve gotta take the kids to D&D at the library later tonight but they wanted to hang out after school.”

That perks Eddie up instantly. “D’no shit?” He laughs and smirks. “You ever stick around to watch the sessions?” He asked, already knowing the answer to that. He just hadn’t realized that flock of seniors were the same seniors he DMed for.

With a casual wave of his hand, Steve shook his head and Eddie swore he could see pollen come off Steve’s jacket sleeve when he moved that fast. “Nah. The kids love the game, but D&D was never really my-”

“EuhhTShhuh! Hept’SHuh! EISSHhuh! Fuck- sorry.”

“- thing… Bless you three times, Eddie.”

Eddie tried to make it not as big of a deal this time, but Steve still squirmed, and he wanted to curse himself. This was awful. Embarrassing himself in front of his brand new crush on his former high school bully. Even if Harrington had never really bullied him just… never stopped some of the others from it. Half the jocks picked on him while the other half knew better than to fuck with their dealer.

So, Eddie had always chalked it up to Harrington didn’t want to fuck up his relationship to his weed dealer.

With a sniffle and rubbing his wrist against his nose, Eddie stepped back to nod towards the shop exit. “I wod’t keep you thed, but you should stay add watch a sessiod sobe tibe. Bight chadge your bide od liki’g it… Okay, you better get to those twerps before you’re late.” He teases congestedly and puts on another smile for Steve, lifting his sketchbook. “I’ve got a desigd to idk add prep for you od Tuesday.”

Steve chuckles softly and nods, “Alright, alright.” He checks his watch, and his eyes widen. “Oh shit, it’s nearly two already. Yeah, thank you! So much, Eddie, really! I love it. I’ll see you on Tuesday!” And without much else said, Steve left his tattooing room in a rush while Eddie sniffled.

“See ya,” Eddie said with a wave.

It wasn’t maybe a minute later that Chrissy came rushing into his tattooing area with a wild grin on her face. “Eddie! It went well?!” But her face fell as she saw what an allergic mess he was. “Oh, Eds, sweetie- did you take allergy meds?”

With a wave of his hand, Eddie brushed her concerns off. “I did yeah. Already got it id be. I guess it wedt well? We talked for a lo’g while to bake sure we got his first tat right, y’kdow?” He explained to Chrissy, rubbing at his nose to itch it some but it makes an awful squelching sound.

Chrissy makes a face at the noise but shakes her head. “No, you idiot!” She looks positively thrilled to share this news with him. “Eddie, he was definitely hard when he left.”

A beat of silence.

“What?” Eddie asked incredulously and met Chrissy’s eyes. “You’re joki’g? You’re dot joki’g. D’no… you’ve gotta be fucki’g with be…”

Chrissy watched him as Eddie began to pace between her and the cabinets of his workstation. “I’m not- Eddie, what happened?”

“Ehh… EPTSH’uhh! Ugh… sorry. Okay this is godda sou’d crazy… but I thidk by dew cliedt is ki’d of idto by sdeezes.”

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Der Pass.

Okay so obviously spoilers for Der Pass/Pagan Peak ahead, uhh.. So yeah, that was something. I started watching the show in the middle of July and I was really on and off because at first I wasn't all that interested, but the more it went on the more I wanted, and eventually I found myself really enjoying it by season 2. The cinematogrophy is beyond impressive, and the acting- ESPECIALLY Ellie, who I LOVED btw, is really good. But I NEED to get this off my chest. Felix. Oh. my god. He was FINE as HELL first of all, like okkkaayyy I see yooouu with the mysterious hoodie and the gentle but creepy shit but it wasn't always all sunshine, lollipops and rainbows apparently because Episode 8 quite possibly broke me. I just watched the same guy in a different font die twice.. as if All Quiet wasn't enough. Not to mention, they way it happened. Oh my goodness gracious. I was legit screaming at my computer "NOOOO NOO NOO YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME AGAIN!!! NOT AGAIN!!! IT CAN'T BEEE!!!" while both laughing and crying spontaneously. Also, the whole Gedeon thing just added onto that. I was already a sad, sobbing mess, and then he fucking dies and at that point I was just like "WHAT THE FUUUUUCK" and then ofc I start bawling my eyes out AGAIN AND THEN THE ENDING!?!?! It's so sweet and was so deserved and URGH it was SUCH. A GOOD. FINALE. I might make another longer post going more in-detail about how I felt about the show but this was really just for me to rant/vent about S3EP8 because it was like a bayonet through the chest (Catch my reference?)

[jennyandvastraflint]

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What is this Ephiny slander from this woman

"Look, they made me queen" SHE'S SO BROKEN AND SAD

"There are two kinds of tears."

"I won't say goodbye to you, Xena, because we'll be together again, one day" AAAAAAAAH

"Actually it is what you think it is, but not WHY you think it is"

Xena "Pathetic..." Gabrielle "That's so pathetic" sjdhdsv

FIRE ARROWS

Is she controlling his body

Yup. Gabrielle is about to believe it

Ephiny is like Whaat is happening

Ffs she's such a shittttt...

"I'm going to speak through you"

AHHHH

"why did you leave" T_T

I CAN'T LOSE YOU AGAIN. GABRIELLE I'LL ALWAYS BE HERE.

KISSSSSSS!!!

"Get your hands off my butt" sbfhdhdhd

Spikes. OBVIOUSLY there's spikes

No signal underground 😔

Ew why is she kissing him

ANDJSHSHD SHE HAS HIM ON A LEASH 😭

"I like pain. I like what it does to people and I like what it makes people do" sadist... 😂

"One or the other"

"Hey I paid for an hour" djfhdhs

Urgh ffs stop sexualising her...

"I wanna tell you THIS"

"With that Amazonian... Female"

XENA IS POSSESSING GABRIELLE

Oh the grin on Gabrielle's face is SEXY

Holy shit they're hanging over fire and spikes... And fight

Was that wobbly jelly thing the ambrosia

NOT ALL OF IT

HAND HOLDING. HAND HOLDING. "Come back. Please come back."

OH NO She's gonna eat it...

"I'm just giving you your chance... to thank me."

He's a good person, in some aspects

"Promise me that you'll never die on me again"

"It was warm, friendly, loving... I felt protected."

AWWWW THEY LEAN

[pinkanonwrites]

*sob* how in the misery of Earth are you able to write such good stuff ?? Like... URGH I LOVE IT SO MUCH ❤❤❤

Aww, thank you! That's so sweet of you to say! It always makes me super happy when people enjoy my writing, it makes me want to write more and more!

I'm not sure if you're actually looking for tips about writing or being hyperbolic, but just in case you are I have just a couple I can offer, some more obvious than others.

TIP #1: WRITE!

It's the best way to get better! Just like drawing, if you don't get out some sucky stuff you'll never be able to develop the skills you need to get out the good stuff. I've been writing since middle school, both my own OC worlds and fanfiction, so I have plenty of practice under my belt. But it's never too late to start!

TIP #2: READ!

Your own stuff and others! When you're reading something you really enjoy, try to pick out the details that appeal to you, and consider how you can implement those tactics in your own writing. Don't be afraid to look for errors and consistencies in your own work too! There are tactics and words I use a lot in my writing that have become extremely obvious to me, and some of those have become tells for my friends so they recognize my work.

Here's a fun game! For anyone that likes to read my smut work, go back and see how often I use the word 'reverence' in my NSFW fics. It tends to sneak in at least once a fic, even if I don't intend it to. But he warned, once you see it you can't unsee it!

TIP #3: PROOFREAD

Always, always, always proofread your work. Multiple times if you can. I proofread throughout my fic as I'm writing it, then I usually have a friend or beta-reader check it out, then for good measure I put it in a text-to-chat website and listen to it too, just to see if it flows well. A lot of people have an internal voice in their head when they read, so listening to your fic in text-to-chat is super helpful for picking out the clunky bits and moments where you use the same word too much. Even after all that, sometimes things manage to slip by! Just don't beat yourself up over it.

Those are my big 3! Now go forth, write your headcanon and drabbles and fics galore! And don't forget that if you read something you like, comment on it! Comments fuel the writing train, after all. Look how many words you got out of me from just one nice comment!

[harri-etvane]

The drabble, for Harriet with love 😁 you've seriously made quite an impact with the hospital bed angst, the one of a kind series ❤️‍🩹

Um!! If you can hear sobbing in the background it's MEEE 🥺😭💔💕

Endlessly grateful for your work, always, it's just.. gorgeous and you've distilled everything into those few perfect lines - all that pain within Lena; the way this line just tore at my heart I--

Never going to tell him that I've learned to hold him like I'm saying goodbye

But Maks too. Oh Maks. 🥺 ❤️‍🩹

I'm gonna go yell about it in the comments on AO3 now too.

Urgh darling ILY ❤️ thank you so very very much for this - I can't explain how much it means, how lucky I feel ❤️

[thefisherqueen]

Granada's Sherlock Holmes: Thor Bridge

I haven't watched this Granada episode yet. The canon story started off so well and then got quite dissapointing, the plot heavily relying on racism and sexism. I remember a repeated use of 'exotic woman'. I'm curious to see how Granada will handle it.

The location where they filmed the opening scene is beautiful. Look at those gardens and gates.

*Mother stands before window, waves at own children and governess* *All just stare back* Wow, rude. So they kept the part where the morther comes from Brasil, then. Please don't just keep the original plot? On another note: this lady is wearing a bright red dress with, for victorian standards, a very deep cleavage. This seems like a not entirely innocent artistic choice: red and sexy because of the racist stereotype of her being 'passionate'.

Ok, so the lady goes to her husband, shows them the flower she's plucked. He shuts the curtain. That's just mean. My sympathy is actually more and more with this lady. She can have a little murder

Lady to random guy: "Never allow yourself to love too deeply. It will destroy you." Guy: ?????

Actual scene at the bridge: the lady is again wearing a red dress with a lot of lace, a very deep neckline and even a velvet collar. I would call it quite sexy even by today's standards. Compare that with the governess, clad all in white with a high neckline, the very picture of supposed innocence and virginity. Urgh I hate this coding

Holmes sitting in a weird way is always a blessing. He looks so happy and content! (such a good look for Jeremy Brett) Ah, Watson deduces correctly that he has a case, that's why!

I had forgotten the passage where Holmes complains about his eggs being too hard boiled because the cook was reading a romance story at the same time. It makes for a very funny scene. Jeremy Brett puts a lot of emphasis on the magazine (The family herald) being 'excellent', even more strongly implying that he read and loved the story. I just want to know - how explicit was it? Are we dealing with fluff here, or smut?

*Holmes making a thorough mess of the papers once again* I love how Edward Hardwicke doesn't even object anymore, only sighs

Holmes: "I'm falling into your beloved habit of telling stories backwards" sir why are you so snarky. Go eat your breakfast

Wait, the governess wouldn't smile at the lady, but actually does smile at the husband? Urgh I would hate it if they made her actually in love. It's even worse because in this episode it's clear he's so much older than her

The following scene is hilarious. The client is almost at the door, Holmes has made a mess of informing Watson, and then chaotically tries to make up for it in top speed. Such ADHD behaviour. This scene actually does a great job of showing how Watson helps Holmes with his thinking: he brings structure and clarity with his questions

Granada has something of a problem of making each woman either scream or sob or (in this case) faint

Good that they kept the passage where a servant of his tells Holmes how harsh the husband is and how badly he treated his wife. I'm still hoping this gets resolved better than in the canon story, or the racism at least adressed, but I'm low on hope in the moment, considering they kept everything so far the same

I love the kids on the street, all excited to climb on what is probably the first car they've ever seen. In just a bit of time they'll go on to hate those

The scene where the client tries to tempt Holmes with the promiss of money or fame is very well done. Jeremy Brett is acting Not Impressed and Unamused to be told what to do (TM) and it's awesome. Especially that little desmissive hand gesture when he points the client to a chair

Jeremy Brett is so pretty when he looks grave and concerned

Holmes: "What are your exact relations with miss Dunbar?" *uncomfortable silence* Client: "Well I suppose you are within your rights..." Holmes: "We would agree to suppose so" Haha, loving everything about this exchange. I'm not even sure if I can describe what Jeremy went for here, but gods, he nailed it. Somehow it's giving 'I'm laughing at you' and 'I'm irritated at you' and 'careful, I'm dangerous' all at the same time *goes on to watch the same scene 10 times*

*Client angrily storms out after Holmes accuses him of lying and doesn't come back* *Watson proposes they still engage on behalf of the governess* Ah, Granada does stir away from canon here, if I remember it well. Loved the scenes and the way the team reworked it

*client angrily sends them away from miss Dunbar* "I'll have you crushed for this, Holmes" Oooh they are really making the client more into the villain of this story. That is a good sign. I don't get why he gets a say into who visits her, however. Just because he was her employer?? That's fucked up. Oh wait, maybe it's because he pays for her defense?

I always love Granada's crime scene investigations, the one at Thor bridge is no exception

"Some of you rich man must be told that the world cannot be bribed into condoning your offences" There it is, the great line!

I'm getting gender envy from seeing the governess striding about the garden in her long skirt. I love those skirts. But I almost never wear them because you can't cycle in those, and being Dutch, being able to cycle is way more important than gender feelings

I love how once more it is Watson that helps Holmes figure it all out at the end

Watson after the demonstration: "My revolver, Holmes." Aww he looks and sounds so sad! Poor Watson

Watson, ever the romantic, wishes the client and miss Dunbar would marry. Holmes seems sceptical and I love him for that (I had to look up what magnanimous means)

I wish Granada would have just gone ahead and made mr Gibson - the known exploiter, harrasser and abuser - the murderer. But I understand that it would have been too great a change from the canon story, messing up the great reveal. It's such a shame though that they still went through with all the 'exotic, passionate, insane woman from Brazil in the sexy dress' stuff. That could so easily have been cut without losing major plot points. It already have been a more balanced representation if they would have made miss Dunbar a woman of colour too. I also would have liked it better if the client would have faced some actual consequences for his violent and hateful behaviour (though he certainly was thoroughly called out by Holmes). The episode is so well done otherwise

[charmixpower]

For me recently I’ve been eating up all the rivusa crumbs in the movies ESP magical adventure but since I have no irl outlet I’m just gonna say here that in secret of the lost kingdom the freaking cut scene from the Italian where the old white man tells riven that he needs to figure out whats his reason fighting and Musa just comes and links arms with him owns my heart AND THEN it links back to when they have their moment towards the end where he tells her she is what he’s fighting for😭😭 dude that kiss is engraved in my head for absolutely no reason I love it so much the animation was giving all it could have been giving at that moment😭😭 and also when Musa was giggling while riven was doing extra stuff with his hover bike just makes me so happy🥲

But then magical adventure ironically outsells the sotlk rivusa moments Bcs let me say when they meet in eraklyon and she runs and pushes up on his shoulders to kiss the side of his forehead😭😭 and his hand placement just gives me life and when they kiss (with so much tenderness that my heart is exploding) his hands deadass brushes over her ass😀😀😀 (the fact that the animators made an ACTIVE DECISION TO ANIMATE THAT TOO) it just helps with my hc that musas favourite place to hold riven is around his neck and his is around her waist (and lower ig🤷‍♀️ ) and they’re holding hands to wan to the ship too🥲🥲🥲 ALSO when riven ran up to musa on the ship to tell her “I always loved playing pirates” I MEAN COME ON THEY ARE SO CUTE and when they’re all kinda mourning over sky’s dad riven just puts his hands on her shoulders to comfort her and she later just reaches back to place her palm over his hand on her shoulder😭😭😭 URGH my heart can’t handle all these moments and then when the winx get back their powers she tackles him from the back and wraps her arms around his neck while she’s flying😭 and they just stay that way and look at each other when bloom and sky kiss lol🤪 and then when they need to fly back to the ship THEYRE THE LAST COUPLE TO SEPARATE AND HE JUST HOLDS HER HAND FOR AS MUCH AS HE CAN BEFORE SHE FLIES OFF😭😭😭 ok I think I’m done with my rivusa verbal diarrhoea I spent a whole 3 hours watching magical kingdom because I kept going back and slowing down the cute rivusa crumbs and analysing everything🤪 thank you for coming to my Ted talk about why rivusa have always been and will be the best

HELPPP THIS ASK IS EVERYTHING AND MORE!!!!

I thought I was the only one obsessed with movie Rivusa, bestie I love you, I could talk about "I've always loved playing pirates" for hours straight

YOUR SO RIGHT

SotLK is about big dramatic Rivusa while MA is all about those domestic casual Rivusa moments and I could stare at them forever

I rewatch the first and second movie p often because I love and are obsessed without them thank uuu so I am absolutely the person to send this to thank u for the food

I'm so mad they cut that scene bc Riven's arc in the first movie makes so much less sense without it but it's literally the same arc again and I'm sick of is, MA forever for just letting Rivusa vibe and exist

Like I know Riven is the most interesting and well written male character in the show but give my man a break 🙄🙄🙄 his shoulders must be in so much pain form carrying most of the specialist sub plots

I love all the Rivusa kisses from the first kingdom, but the one where she was surprising him was so cute. Riven defo stuggles with being openly affectionate even tho he really really wants to be and Musa knows this show she's being affectionate enough for the both of them I love them so much sobbing

Their so soft but I can't believe you needed the movie to tell u that Riven is handsy with his s/o /j like it was so obvious. I couldn't tell you who is worse between them tbh. Musa, as seen by her s1 outfit, is more attention getting, Riven is only subtle when you compare him to her. Musa is going to kill Riven with her outfits one day, and she's not gonna even be a little sorry because it was completely intentional

The animators knoooo

My hc is that Musa really likes just attaching herself to his arm. His arm is stuck being cuddled to her chest and he's not getting it back thank youuu. That hc is because the s2 finale party is literally everything I've ever needed in Winx, but I can definitely see where your coming from. Musa is part of the "I'm going to jump on my boyfriend" coalition with Stella and Aisha

And yes true, canon

THEIR LITERALLY SO CUTE ADORABLE AND SOFT IN THAT MOVIE AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH FOR IT

I love how Musa prefers to sneak attack Riven by jumping on his back. Stella and Aisha r so proud. She definitely does that just to mess with him. "Hahaha I snuck up on you 😜" and Riven, who damn well heard her is like "yaah you did babe" and then she messes with his pointy hair

They are BOTH CLINGY BECAUSE THEY WORRY ALOT ABOUT EACH OTHER CHANGE MY MIND I LOVE THEM SO DEARLY

YE S YES UES IVE DONE RHE SAME THING YOUR THE MOST VAILD PERSON IN THE WORLD

I completely agree and I am patiently waiting for the next ted talk this was WONDERFUL

[evanescentdawn]

i really want to (21:31) write a seo yul fic, but it’s hard *thinking* about to write. i mean. i probs could make something with jin buyeon/naksu, but i don’t want to write that right now! ahhhhhh, i just remembered this brief idea of jang uk + seo yul + their childhood. honestly forget what the idea was supposed to be but it was something something something thoughts dhdjdjdjkdkd.

anyways: to think about jang uk + seo yul’s bond because i deeply love it. it’s so good !!!! like sobs they care abt each other so much and really interesting how different they are. like how they think and stuff. hey. you know. what would be fun. if I wrote a fic about jang uk and his quest to find a master — like jang uk, how his god what was it called again. his gate of something was closed. and seo yul and dang-gu who were practicing/learning magic. and how jang uk felt — BUT THATS ABOUT UKIE. NOT SEO YUL.

do u see my problem, now. my issue. i just wanna !! write a !!! seo yul !!! fic !!! okay what if I make it au. you know like fantasy still, but set in different fantasy. i am really liking the idea of crown prince & seo yul going on a quest together. more like seo yul going on a quest and meets crown prince. omg seo yul going a quest that has do with his family + idk a coming….what was it called again. Urgh. like the whole Becoming An Adult Quest. it would be really interesting! (edit: finally remembered. it was coming of age. that’s the phrase I was looking for LMAO)

seeing seo yul out in the world — for the first time — and wondering what kind was his parents, and his family. and how this seo yul would brave this quest. what kind of quest is it, even. you know. hhhhhhhhhh, i do like the idea of meeting naksu. like in canon, where she’s just a kid like him living in solitude and they meet. it’d be so 🥺 especially considering the whole thing of his family dealing in her father’s death which she finds out later on.

i really just should plan out what kind of Quest this is. but just thinking: ooooh, hey what if. like seo yul was doing the quest and got injured and naksu saw him and helped him. after all, she wasn’t an assassin who had closed her heart entirely then — and she helps him. seo yul stays with her in her lil home before he has to go back to the quest. (which again what the fck is it, i really need to think about it. but urgh. i am not familiar with this kind of genre. well, whatever. it’s cool. i can research that shit)

also no! i have Not forgotten about the crown prince. i did think before Maybe he’s like on his own quest but that was boring for me. so like what if there’s a whole thing going in the palace. like. mmmh. a rebellion? his mother getting involved with evil….hhhhhhh. so jin mu. go won’s master and who has always stood by his side, but things lately have gone down the drain: it turns out that jin mu and his mother had conspired/made deal with the devils and are dabbling with dark magic, and idk it’s causing the life of the people. go won’s world crumbles down.

he runs away(?) idk

i haven’t figured it all out yet. but REALLY liking this go won meeting seo yul and u know it would be fun to throw naksu in the fun. young naksu, brain full of only revenge, who has had Barely any human interactions. go won, the crown prince, petty and haunty and insufferable but heart in right place. and seo yul !!! follower of the Rules, the golden boy, on a quest and dealing with family problems idk. BECOMING FRIENDS. SAVING THE WORLD.

such a fun trio !!!! *heart eyes* i can already see their interactions and it’s so lovely.

but ! also ! it feels So Wrong to not have jang uk anywhere in the story because in my mind — eventually he and naksu’s paths cross and they have epic romance because I’m otp trash. so like idk. oh like he’s still the late king’s son but this time….it’s not the soul swap thing that happens but jang gang…? god what was his not-father’s name. i don’t remember. wait. what if hmmmmm. i still want park jin involved in jang uk’s life and have their whole Awful Thing. hey wait what if…. urgh, the thoughts r Not connecting. anyways so basically: there is something happening abt jang uk’s birth and stuff and idk he can’t do magic…? or there’s a seal on it. but HE doesn’t know it. no one tells him. he just knows that he’s the only who doesn’t have ability to Magic. which is, yeah. but as our trio gets tangled with all this stuff that’s going on —

park dang-gu and jang uk, dear friends of seo yul, get a whiff of it and obvs go in concern for their friend. and well. jang uk. finds the truth of his birth or smth.

idk, not really feeling jang uk’s background rn. whatever. i can think of it later. this is about seo yul, first most anyways.

wow! this was certainly a journey ahahaha. I’m glad to have found a fic I can Work on abt seo yul because really needed that. i mean. i did have that time travel idea — well. it’s not really an idea but more like a vague concept of seo yul being the one to go back in time. which would be interesting explore. like seo yul being so unhinged. i Need that. anyways, yeah. 21:56

[doctorweebmd]

Hi! It's the anon that sobbed like crazy and sent the ask, I've been waiting to send another because I feel like no matter what I type out, it's going to sound a little crazy HAHA

First of all, I did finish the fic and it kind of rocked me to my core and I haven't been able to open ao3 since without going back to reread the ending. It rocked me to my core so bad that song lyrics I would be listening to would relate to your fic. Like. oh my god HAHA. It had me and friend (who also read it at the same time as me) pacing around in the kitchen, while we cooked dinner and we kept saying "That was. Crazy." I still haven't moved on from this fic.

The ending was bitter sweet in such a.. I can't think of a better word besides epic. Which is kind of funny, but I'm not trying to be, if that makes sense. Sorry I'm so jumbled, reading your reply kind of made me cry, in an also bitter sweet epic way. LOL

I know what you do takes passion, because your writing like..reeked of it, so I understand to some level how you feel about writing them again. You're writing style is so full of attention and love and hurt, it must almost suck the life out of you in some way. Truely blessed to have read your work.

Oh, and I also really liked your massage fic.. it was so fucking funny. The ending.. clever. Evil, even.

Anyways, thank you so much for answering, and writing, and creating. I look forward for whatever you do, and I know for whatever fandom you write for, you'll sucker punch them with your skills.

urgh anon i'm so sorry this took me 55 years to respond to....

GOD. I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS. idk if you know this but i have a very love-hate relationship with NEF so to hear that you've been thinking about it and that you found it like WILD is!!! AHHH. i would love to hear what song-lyrics remind you of it omg

but you're right, ya know? you get it. i have this issue of always attempting to one-up myself somehow and i feel like i've emotionally wrung myself out for these boys, you know? i don't even think i can do another story for them justice. even though they've grown and changed SO MUCH. there's just... endless possibilities. like these two LOVE each other. i dont have to write another 200k fic to prove that, horikoshi wrote it RIGHT THERE AHHHHh

but like, who knows? i hadn't written for them in over a year and then i had the massage-fic idea and banged it out in a few hours lmao like who knows when inspiration will strike and who it will strike with?!

you're wonderful. thank you so much for this message - honestly you have no idea how meaningful it is to me :) thank YOU i am kissing you on the mouth full sloppy-style

[finniestoncrane]

Heya! Could I please request a lil cute fic about reader telling Oz that they are pregnant? Thanks.

I really love your Oz stories 🐧 ♥

Chick

Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 1k ok yeah i got soft for this, i didn't think it would be my thing, but like i'll do anything for ozzie ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: pregnancy, afab female reader, mostly fluff

His staff had let you in almost an hour ago, and you’d been sitting at his desk since then, waiting patiently. Or impatiently, you realised, when you noticed that you scribbled so mindlessly and with such pressure that you had gone through the scrap of paper and had managed to get ink and lines onto the no doubt expensive wood veneer of the desk. Oswald Cobblepot’s desk.

It still made you a little bit nervous to think of him as anyone other than Oz, Ozzy, your sweet, affectionate…boyfriend felt too juvenile of a term, he was older, more sophisticated. He was your…not partner, because to be honest you weren’t sure he thought of you as anything more than a fling. Sometimes, behind the smile you wore permanently when you were with him, you were concealing the worry that you were just someone to have on his arm, a trophy, some kind of status symbol among his friends and colleagues.

And now you were here about to deliver the worst news.

“Hush money? Will he offer to pay you discreetly forever? Is he going to have strong opinions on keeping it or not? Do I have strong opinions? Always wanted a kid…one that’s set for life wouldn’t be so bad. But then what if he wants nothing to do with it, them…us?”

“Hey, sweetheart! I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, you been here long?”

Oswald burst into the room, jovial, charming, his presence enough to calm you usually, but now it made your stomach tighten, goosebumps forming on your flesh and a lump growing in your throat. It was difficult to look at him, but you persevered, desperate to keep things mellow, not wanting to rush yourself into delivering the news to him.

“Come sit with me, baby.”

“Urgh, had to be baby.”

You took a seat beside him, his hand instantly on your knee, the other stroking your cheek.

“Where are my manners, can I get you a drink?”

You shook your head, opening your mouth and finding that no sound was coming out.

“Hey, sweetheart, you don’t look so good…you ok?”

Again, silence, as you nodded to him, trying to force a smile onto your mouth but feeling the light sting of tears.

“Woah…oh, oh no, hey.” He shushed you as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “What’s going on, kid?”

“Kid. Baby. Fuck.”

“Nothing, Oz…I’m…nothing.”

“Come on! You think I’m stupid?” Looking up at him, his smile still warm, gold tooth glinting mischievously, echoing the glint in his eyes he had when he stared at you. “Tell me what’s wrong, I can fix it.”

“You can’t fix everything, Oswald.”

A look of concern crossed his face. A mistake, calling him Oswald. You never did that. Not in the seven months you had been him, not after your first kiss when you had breathily uttered it while he held your hands.

“I suppose you might be right. But I can fix you a drink. What you having?”

“Oz, I don’t…”

“What? You’re not gonna join me? You always do.”

“I can’t, Ozzie.”

“Oh, now you can’t? Who says? How come you can’t have a drink with Ozzie? These some new rules you’re self-imposing becau-”

“I can’t because I’m pregnant.”

It just came out. Frustration at his questioning, that he wasn’t listening to you, or that you were having to lie to him? Whatever the reason, you had blurted it out into the room and immediately hidden your face into your hands, sobbing heavily at the realisation of it all. As though reality had only really settled when you had finally confessed to him.

As you sat, shielding your red face and sad, gilt-ridden eyes from the world, Oswald spoke from somewhere beside you.

“You sure?”

A sniffling mumble of a yes managed to get out, but you were nodding, so you assumed he understood your answer.

“Doctor or a test?”

“Both.” You rubbed your nose on your arm, Oz’s hand suddenly in front of your face, offering you a handkerchief.

“And I hate to ask, sweetheart. I really do. But we never…talked about…I mean, I’m one to practice exclusivity but there was no need for you to-”

“Definitely yours.”

You stared straight ahead at the wall, only aware of him in your peripheral. Swallowing your nerves, fists clenched around the handkerchief he had offered, you waited for him to speak, and you waited a long time.

“Well, I’m gonna have a drink.”

That was it. That was all he had to say? And you couldn’t blame him. A stiff drink really would help to take away the shock, the pain of this revelation. From his desk, you heard him open the little cabinet where he kept his best glasses and liquor. You waited for the familiar sounds of the ice clinking, the pour of the thick liquid into the crystal glass. But there was a sharp clink and a loud pop.

You turned at the sound, looking at Oz who stood by his desk pouring champagne into a glass.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I know it’s rude drinking while you can’t, but I’m not going to light a cigar around you and this is…this is some news!”

“You’re…ok?”

“Ok? Kid! Were you worried I’d be anything less than over the moon?”

“Oz…I was so worried.”

“Mia amata! I’ve got you, and now to boot I got a smaller version of you coming too?”

He stepped to you, taking your hand and easing you up.

“Careful, easy.”

“Oz, I’m nowhere near far enough along to be delicate.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, sweetheart. You’re gonna be lucky if I let you walk anywhere. I might carry you everywhere, bridal style. Which speaking of…you got less of a reason to say no to me now when that comes!”

Laughing at his own dumb joke, he smiled wide, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, holding you close and stroking your hair.

“You’re definitely ok…happy?”

“Course I am, sugar. And now you’re stuck with me.”

[sparklingbluerose]

TWST x Childe! Reader

"I swear on it forever when that day comes forward,

As long as i'm right here i will never forget you."

A/N: I cried writing this. That's also a warning.

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TW: Angst, Blood, No Happy Ending, Cursing

Male! (Y/N) 《Other Genders Will Also Be Made》

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When you love someone...chances are you'll never want to let them go, ever. Things change overtime, lives are always lost.

And it was no different for the panic surging through your veins as you rush towards the bathroom stalls. Swiftly gripping ahold of the sink, you spill out the blood from your lips.

Panting with a sigh, eyes drift down towards the one thing you dreaded the most. Maybe a vision wasn't nice...after all...

It never was. Up to now, you knew using both a vision and a delusion was going to kill you if you further use it. But what was the point..? You went against yourself, and fought the pain.

That could well describe the horrid feeling of anxiety and death pooling right into your stomach. "Urgh.." You gurgle, and spit out more amounts of blood into the running faucet. You felt weak. So weak...you couldn't just go out to help like this!

'No..no, i can. I can do this.' Gritting your teeth, you gaze at yourself in the mirror. Unrecognizable. Ha, of course you were.

It was always like that, no matter how long ago that childhood story of yours went off, you could still remember clearly the trauma and suffering you put through.

But now, it felt weaker. As if a large portion of air was taken from your lungs, you gasped for air.

THERE'S NO TIME! THERE'S A FUCKING OVERBLOT!

"Dammit...i need..to go." Pushing through gritted teeth, you wash the red metallic stains in the sink before running out.

TIME SKIP

"Shit! Where the hell is (Y/N)?!" Ace exclaims, fearfully standing away from the monster. The monster they all had always known and were in fear of. He has come.

"Malleus...why? Why would–" Silver merely croaks out, the ugly fresh wounds on his face making him paler than before.

No one but the other first years heard Ace's scream. They were too busy fighting off the horrible "thing"– anything to just stop the madness and make it normal again.

Please...please...please..please!

"STOP HIM! HE'LL HIT KALIM!" As if on cue, Lilia immediately swoops in and pulls the boy out of the way, succesfully evading the wrath of Malleus's attack.

"𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻." The voice booms through the entire area, trees almost bending over from the strong tone of the dragon fae's command. But nobody will ever listen. Not until he comes, they'll–

A flash of purple electricty circles behind the blot monster with a simple dash. Epel's eyes widen. "Is that...(Y/N)!??!"

Sighs of relief were heard, not until your body was severely hit by an attack of...Malleus..?..

Ace's eyes widen, seeing his own life flash by his eyes as the dear (Y/N) struggled to move around as freely as he could. Why were you so...weak? What happened?

Your eyes didn't glint anymore unlike how you always fight. Now it was different.

Strangely so different...why– why were you so slow? Why was blood pouring down from your mouth!? He gulps, unable to let anything come out of his mouth.

No..oh no..

A smile never came on your face. You looked so...dead..

Landing charged attacks after each other, it was enough to weaken the other but not enough for you.

"!" Stifling a cry of pain, a shock of thunder rushes through your veins and worsening your condition. No, you HAVE to keep going! You have to! Or else...you stop..

'(Y/N)?! Are you okay?' Of course not.

'Why are you bleeding so much!?!' Heh, beats me.

'WAIT NO–' ...Huh?..What–

SPLAT!

...

...

..O-Oh...

Riddle's eyes widen, unable to move.

..What the..

Leona grits his teeth, eyes watching you.

..So much red..

Azul chokes back a sob, seeing you fall.

...Is it r-really..

Jamil attempts to reach for you but..fails.

..Right now..

Vil shouts your name, but to no avail.

...At this moment..

Idia panics...fear enveloping him completely.

...My time..?..

Blood covering your eyes, stomach, body...it was everywhere. Nonetheless, you tear up, all over your clothes with no care.

"I.." You sob, emotions hurling at you so painfully. So it has to be like this..then so what?..Then i guess if this is how Malleus wants this to end...then so be it.

With a shake of your hands, you manage to make one last firm grasp on your bow. Beautiful drops of water...were appearing from the ground. It was so admirable. But no time now...

"..Brace yourself, this is gonna hurt!"

With the loudest voice you could muster, you throw all of the energy you could to deliver your final burst.

"(Y/N) NO!" But it was too late...

Riddle finally snaps out of his trance, running towards you first. No he couldn't..he can't accept this!

Running towards your body, he looks in pain with your deathly cold complexion. Eyes drained of all life, and simply nothing...

"Y-You seem to not be happy...to see me." You crack a small smile, attempting to stay calm in the moment of calamity. It wasn't fine...it really wasn't.

He gives you the most frustrated look he could manage. That was difficult to go through your head...why..wasn't he relieved?

"YOU'RE DYING! WHAT KIND OF IDIOT ARE YOU?! WHY WOULD YOU JUST SACRIFICE YOURSELF LIKE THIS? IT'S NOT FAIR, (Y/N)– it's..it's not fair..it's not fair!" He cries loudly, steel eyes brimming with hurls of tears..

You look down at your bloody body. Ah...right. That's what you did huh. You never knew you were capable of a heart again.

Footsteps run towards your beaten body, hands clasping yours ever so gently. Of course you knew that gloved hand anywhere..

So he's still a crybaby...little baby Azul..

You chuckle to yourself, but stop to cough blood out of your system. Leona cringes at the pool of blood...he..can't save you. What a bad time of events...

The delusion had long sucked out your life force, as you were struggling to talk or even move. But with a little hope left..

Tears strain the beautiful amethyst eyes above you. Vil.

"I love you."

In which were your final words, you could muster. You couldn't bare to leave them...but to die and feel the pain only for a little, seemed better than living on with life with pain forever.

The sunset slowly dies down, the crescent moon as pale and yet delicate as your face...as well as the smile of your fate.

All in that day, the life that was lost...was forever in vain.

...

...

...

2 YEARS LATER

Sitting ever so quietly at the bench outside of Heartslabyul, Ace gives a comforting sigh. He was a 3rd Year now. And would soon be graduating in a week.

Ace Trappola, Prefect of Heartslabyul Dorm.

'Tired..' He was fighting back a yawn, pulling up an all night last night to try and work hard at studying. He almost fell asleep.

Almost. "Oi! Orange, what are you still doing out here?" His friend calls and he gives a small smile.

Deuce Spade, Vice Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul.

"Nothing, just felt the need to take a breath." The ginger shrugs, with a nonchalant expression. He should probably get up now before facing the wrath of his vice friend huh...

Deuce huffs, crossing his arms. "Whatever." He mutters. Although looking well presentable, Ace surely didn't know how to iron his clothes so properly...gah..

"Hm?" His teal green eyes catch ahold of something in the other boy's pocket. "Hey, what's that bump?" He points out.

The other looks at Deuce with furrowed eyebrows, and looks down to take it out of his pocket. And the smile...leaves his face..

Deuce may as well just have noticed it as well. An emotionless face cascades over both of them, unable to know what else to say. "..." It's been so long..to both of them..

Silence erupts between both, attempting to find the correct timing to say what they had wanted.

"(Y/N).." Deuce starts, still looking up trying not to cry. "Do you think that he's watching us up there?" He questions quietly. Ace simply shrugs, eyes glinting in sorrow. "Yeah..i'm sure." He whispers, gripping the object as not to let it go.

Always and forever, you have never been forgotten. Continuing to live on in their minds..and their hearts.

The cold, grey vision that no longer glows for anyone, that is properly protected by the other ginger friend had promised. So as long as he has it, he will always feel the love you gave them...

To a life of happiness and sadness, anger and sorrow, peace and tranquility, it will always be as that saying goes..

"For those that live too long, the friends of days gone by and scenes from their adventures live on in their memories. As such I have no regrets in meeting you, friend. Should the day ever come that we are not together, you will continue to shine like gold in my memories."

(I'm sorry i had to do this~)

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30 - Memory...Nightmare

Part 31

Texas Romance

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"I'll love you always too, Y/n." He breaks the kiss resting his forehead on mine. "Georgie!" I screamed as he spun the steering wheel frantically. He hits the steering wheel while my head smacks the window making me get dizzy and black out.

Georgie's POV

Blinking my eyes open I groaned in pain resting a hand to my forehead feeling some pain there. Adjusting my eyes to the bright lights I recognized that I was in the hospital. Sitting up in the bed the door opened and my parents rushed inside both concerned. "Oh baby. I heard what happened, are you okay?" Mom asked me, almost sobbing happy tears.

"Yeah I guess so...what...where's Y/n?" I groaned attempting to get down from the bed. Closing my eyes I remember seeing her head hit the window a lot harder than my head hit the steering wheel before I passed out.

Dad helped me down into a wheelchair since a nurse said I wasn't allowed to walk on my own yet. I didn't see Sheldon until we moved into the lobby. He was just staring with a concerned look. Entering Y/n's room Missy and meemaw were at her bedside. Gripping the handles tightly I felt my heart sink into my gut like I was gonna throw up. "Y/n...what the hell happened to her?" Moving my chair to her bedside her eyes were closed but you could still hear her heart beating on the monitor.

"The doctors say she slipped into a coma after the crash. They're going to run tests to see if she's awake at all. I'm sorry, Georgie." Meemaw's voice cracked as she spoke down to me.

Missy rushed over to our mother sobbing into her shirt. "Y/n has to wake up...she doesn't deserve this!"

My little sister was right. Y/n is the best person I know. She's what helped me become a better person. She's given me a beautiful baby girl and has shown me love. Grasping her right hand in mine I squeezed it hoping that she could hear me. "Y/n darlin',it's Georgie...I'm sorry...I need you to wake up for me. You don't belong in the hospital...we shouldn't be back here like how it was with my dad...I can't go through that worry again..not without you."

Helping her walk through the hallways of the hospital she clutched my right hand in hers groaning. "Urgh I hate hospitals...why don't they just give me medicine!"

The doctor had suggested that since her water had broken yesterday at graduation they were trying to help her get ready for labor. "I'm sorry darlin'. I didn't expect our baby to kick the crap out of your belly." She glared up at me not finding me helping at the moment.

"Georgie...what if we can't do this...what if I'm a terrible mother...I don't want to be in the hospital anymore!" She started to cry so I had her sit down in one of the lobby chairs. Taking her hands in mine I recognized that we were in the same spot where I was waiting to see what was wrong with my dad when he had a heart attack.

Brushing hair from her face I sniffed some tears out too. Never liking to see her upset like this. "Trust me, Y/n. You're gonna be a good mother...and we won't be back in this place unless the little one has something serious going on." Kissing her forehead she flung her arms around my neck where I hugged her as close to my chest as I could get with her nine month belly.

Missy shakes me awake from my sleep in my hospital bed tugging on my arm to get up. "They said Y/n might wake up. Come on!"

Getting out of the bed as quickly as I could she rushed the wheelchair towards her room. My parents were in the room while Meemaw was watching Aurora and Sheldon in the lobby. Y/n's parents were in the room with us but I didn't take my eyes off the love of my life. "So what are you doin' to help her?" I asked nervously, tapping my foot on the ground.

"From the tests we did it appears that your wife took a harder concussion to her head than you did, Mr. Cooper. That is why she is still in the state that she's in at the moment." The doctor explained looking at his chart then back to us. Y/n's parents were almost sobbing out tears.

Mom grasped my shoulder sniffing some tears. "I'll pray for her."

"Is there a chance she'll wake up?" Dad asked when he noticed I was starting to cry. It was my fault that she was in this mess. If I was fully paying attention we would be on our date right now and not in the hospital.

The doctor looked at Y/n trying to keep a hopeful smile. "She's a young girl. So we hope she can recover quickly. I'll give you all time alone with her."

Once he left our parents left the room leaving me with Missy who pulled up a chair on the other side of her bed. "She'll wake up right...she's always been the strong one."

Intertwining her hand in mine I held Y/n's other hand in mine. I had no idea what to tell my sister right now. We basically stayed in the room for awhile where I had fallen asleep until I heard someone coughing and Y/n's hand slipped from mine. "What's going on - where am I?"

"Y/n, you're awake!" Missy cheers flinging her arms around her neck making her groan a little at the impact.

She wrapped her arms around her slowly taking in some breaths. "Urgh...hi...Missy." Knitting my brows together the way she said her name it seemed like she wasn't exactly sure that was her name which was weird.

Missy climbed off of her rushing out of the room to tell the whole hospital most likely. "She's awake. She's awake!"

"Y/n, thank gosh. I was so terrified that you weren't gonna wake up. I - I'm sorry. The car accident was my fault - and there's no apology in the world that will make up for that...just know I love you." I started sobbing, forcing myself to stand on my feet even if it was against doctor orders. Pressing my lips onto hers feeling her gasp into the kiss. "What's wrong, darlin'?"

She blankly stares at me as she basically broke my heart when she mumbled in a shaky tone. "Are you Missy's brother...cause I...what's your name?"

Cliffhanger...comments really appreciated ❤️