#they hold a peice of me forever

[rubarb69]

Do yall ever think about the past?

Reminiscing the good and romanticising the bad.

Something about how even in the deepest circle of hell you can find beauty;

Or how the heavens can house the unnerving and grotesque;

Is the urge for martyrdom found somewhere in between?

[enwoso]

PINK SKIES — alessia russo

this has been in the works for a few months, just didn’t know when or if i wanted to post it as it involved quite a sensitive topic, and a topic which should be addressed in a very mature way.

this is also a topic which i hold very dear to my heart and is quite personal to me, especially since i lost someone very special to me in a similar way but i just wanted to share this as a way to raise awareness especially with september being dedicated to suicide prevention month but just you know you are appreciated, you are worth it and that there are people out there who can help and support you. please, you are not alone.🤍

WARNING: mentions of death, allusions of sui**de and just upsetting themes! please do not read if any of these topics are sensitive to you.

"thought i'd find you here" lotte cooed as she stood with a sad smile, a few metres away from alessia whom was sat on the kerbside, only the streetlight to keep her company as the sky merged into a darker, gloomier colour.

alessia turned to look at the girl she'd known her entire life, before turning back to look at what was in her hands. a crumpled piece of paper with neat hand writing on it. a piece of paper which had not left her hands all day.

alessia didn't say anything instead her fingers just toyed with the piece of paper, tears falling down her cheeks. lotte made her way cautiously towards the blonde slotting down on the kerbside next to her, placing an arm around her. alessia’s head immediately landing on the girls shoulder.

it had been a long day. goodbyes are hard. especially last goodbyes, they sting the most and leave this feeling in your heart that never seems to go away.

"it's okay, less. she had a beautiful send off" lotte whispered as she let the blonde cry in her arms knowing that this had been building all day.

"i miss her lotte..." alessia choked out sniffles escaping her as tears streamed down her face and onto the piece of paper as she felt lotte nod pulling alessia closer to her.

"i know less and that's normal- but she wouldn't want you to be sat on the kerb crying" lotte sympathised as alessia nodded lightly. she knew you wouldn't want her to be sat on the kerb, heck she knew you would have wanted a big send off like the one that had been done for you.

but grief doesn't work in the way alessia imagined. its not a straight line, there's no formula to it. it's a mess.

some days the blonde feels as though your still beside her, joking about her tripping over thin air. but other days it hits alessia and she feels all those raw emotions all at once, again.

"i- i just wish she was here- she had so much still to live for.." alessia choked out once again, her words forming into one it barely being able to be understood but lotte did. she knew what alessia meant.

you and alessia hadn't known each other very long. you of course knew of each other but that was it. just shadows in the background of the others life.

it was an england camp which brought you together, one simple conversation and it changed alessia's life forever.

a silly conversation about different types of cookies and how your favourite was jammy dodgers as you would eat around the rim and then eat the jam center — alessia thought it was the funniest thing and was always in stitches watching you eat them that way.

but she was the type of person you just clicked with. no effort was needed. the type of friend you make and then don't remember how the first interaction went.

you just went from one day being total strangers to the next being the best of friends.

“and now you have to live for her, remember the good less.” lotte tried as alessia shook her head the peice of paper still clutching to her hand.

“no lotte, i just feel like i failed her. she was my best friend how could i have let this happen, i could have helped her, done something and maybe this wouldn’t have happened,, i could-“ alessia rambled out as lotte just the let the blonde do it her cheeks tears stained as her mascara had smudged under her eyes, the blonde moving her head from resting on lotte’s shoulder.

both lotte and alessia knew there was nothing that could have been done to help you. nobody could have even noticed that you were struggled never mind how bad your mental state was.

you had been estatic finding out that alessia was moving to london and more specifically to arsenal. it meant no more countdowns to when you’d next see each other, it meant you didn’t need to sit on a train for three hours again. it meant you could see each other any time you wanted.

alessia would forever remember the excitement in your voice when she picked up her phone.

"your actually coming to london!"

"yeah i am! we are gonna be in london together!”

"i can't wait to spend every day with you less"

"me neither y/n, me neither."

or how the two of you spent the next two hours on call with each other as you listed all the places you were going to show her, the local cafe where you went for your morning coffee before training, the park where you walked your mum’s dog — rocco every day, the restaurant you always went with your sister when she came to visit.

alessia eventually making the move to arsenal after a bittersweet summer in australia not being able to come away with the world cup win but neverless having an unforgettable summer spent by your best friends side.

both you and alessia's focus moving towards the start of the new season, while also fitting in all the places you wanted to show alessia in the weekends which you had off which came few and thin.

everything in alessia's eyes was perfect, she was living in london with her best friend, she was closer to her family and she was getting to play football with her best friends day in and out.

but for you it couldn't have been further from that.

after the world cup getting back into the next season was tough for you, going from match to match without a break was hard. some weeks you were playing ninety minutes, twice a week. you were getting pushed to your limits.

you mental health had begun to take a toll, social media trolls were getting to you, one miss kick in a match and you had a huge target on your back and were the victim of online abuse. you weren't the perfect angel who was seen as a hero if you scored a goal and could do no wrong in the team.

if you scored the response was why are you not doing it every game?

if you defended well the obvious response was that's the bare minimum, that's your job as a defender.

if the team conceded it was your fault.

if you got into the england squad the response was you had taken away from someone else who actually deserved it.

in the eyes of the public you could do no right.

but no one could see you were mentally and physically struggling, your teammates thought you had just learned to not care what the public said about you on social media or thought you hadn't seen it but in reality you had probably seen it long before they did.

in videos and in real life you never didn't have a smile on your face and one thing you never stopped doing was sitting with alessia and laughing about nothing.

but at home when you were alone, your mind ate away at you. letting yourself truly believe that what people were saying online was the person you were.

“i’m so stupid though i should have noticed the signs, how she wasn’t herself” alessia carried on her rant to lotte as lotte listened. that’s what alessia needed right now, is to let it all out as alessia continued.

“less, there was nothing you could do” lotte cooed, another sniffle coming from alessia as she kicked the stones underneath her feet.

a silence filled the gap, not an awkward one but the silence could definitely be felt. the slight wind that followed as the street grew darker, behind the building where the reception was happening with all your family and friends were.

“what’s that?” lotte questioned, pointing towards the piece of paper that she’d noticed alessia carrying all day. it never leaving the blondes hand during the entire service and reception afterwards.

alessia looked down at it, a sad smile on her face as she did. “a letter..” alessia paused, “y/n wrote before she um, you know.. died.”

a change in look come from lotte as her facial expression changed, it sunk a little deeper. lotte didn’t pry though she knew that whatever had been written in that letter was personal, it wasn’t her business to know. if alessia wanted her to know alessia would tell her off her own back.

“i found it in her room when i was going through her things in her apartment-“ alessia spoke, pausing to take a deep breath, her mind building the picture of her walking through your apartment for the last time. how strange it felt. how empty it felt.

alessia continued, “it was weird lotte, it was like she had never been there- the walls, the drawers.. they were bare, like she never even been there before.”

lotte nodded lightly as another small silence came over the two, a little flicker of the street light before the silence was broken.

“it’s funny really because i wish i could just sit and listen to her ramble on about nothing but we would still loose track of time” a small sad smile appeared on the blonde face as she recounted the memory, lotte sitting listening with a similar look as alessia carried on.

“-or the fact she would never let us get coffee from anywhere else but her local cafe where she’d get the same coffee each time — but she’d never have to ask cause the person behind the counter would always have it ready for her. i think that’s why she like to go there..” a little giggled came from alessia as she thought about the many times she tried to get you to go to a different coffee place but you’d point blank refuse.

“less i know it’s gonna be hard but y/n will always be cheering for you not only up there-“ lotte pointed to the dark star which was now filled with tiny white stars, “but in here too” lotte pointed to alessia’s heart as a small nod came from her, she knew lotte was right.

“and overall she’d want you to carry on playing and winning trophy after trophy. so even if you don’t think you can do it for yourself.. do it for y/n.” lotte told the blonde as another shaky breath came from alessia, tears threatening to fall once again.

“i wish i could play football with her again.” alessia shakily said as lotte pulled the blonde into a tight hug, running her hand up and down the blondes back as she comforted her.

“i wish tomorrow came”

you just about made it to the new year, which you spent with alessia and her family as she had insisted that you were not seeing the new year in alone, she wasn't going to allow that to happen.

that was probably the last time you actually truly smiled. just being surrounded by happiness and not having negativity seeping through your veins.

the loss against west ham, the online abuse pretty much tripled. you being blamed for a short pass which resulted in a second goal for west ham and the fans had deemed that you had then and there lost arsenal the chance of winning the league.

after that weekend you found yourself spending a lot more time alone which was not a good thing. your thoughts were spiralling, you began to question why were you actually here?

any team bonding sessions you then began not to turn up, each one declined with a different excuse.

any time alessia asked you to hang out it was always the same, 'feeling tired today less, maybe tomorrow yeah?"

alessia began to notice your change in behaviour but at first did put it down to you just being tired, your limits being pushed to the max. she knew that, heck she wasn't blind anyone could see it.

it wasn't until the first england camp of the new year when you pulled out because of injury did she begin to realise you weren't just tired or injured for that matter.

she called you and you had told her nothing but lies, that you had tweaked you knee in the last game however that was the first game in months that you didn't play a full ninety. so the blondes suspicions raised, and the blonde promised she would come and see you straight after the game at wembley tomorrow.

however tomorrow for you, never came.

[pearlsinmyhair]

⭑ idiot.

hobie x fem!reader one shot. mentions of injury and blood. NOT TRAGIC ITS OK I PROMISE-

your heart was pounding in your chest as you raced through the city, webbing for the area where hobie’s signal disappeared. his watch must have been damaged at some point in the anomaly capture.

you called his name, circling the wreckage and looking down for any sign of your favorite spider. there was nothing but rubble, and your stomach started to sink as you struggled to find him.

you landed on one of the larger peices of debris and called again. you counted five seconds of silence before you heard a distant yell of your name.

you rushed over to the sound, picking up peices of concrete and asphalt to find the source.

light streamed down onto hobie’s beaten and bloody face as you pulled away the last piece. he coughed, and you reached in to pull him out. he stumbled, holding something close to his chest as he took deep breaths.

he leaned against you, resting his head against your shoulder as his knees buckled. you helped lower him down to the ground, supporting him so he wouldn’t fall. your hands found his face, tipping it up to examine it.

“hobie, what the hell were you thinking?” you asked, your voice desperate as some tears welled up in your eyes. he pressed his cheek to yours as he caught his breath.

“had to save ‘er.” he whispered, and you looked down at hobie’s crossed arms to find something stashed safely inside.

a baby, precious and untouched. she looked up at you with wide eyes, stretching out her hands and curling her fingers into fists.

hobie moved his head to rest against your shoulder so he could peer down at the girl, and she cooed happily, patting hobie’s chest with one of her tiny hands. he chuckled, and you looked sideways at him.

“never would have taken you for the baby type. always kind of thought that mayday was an outlier.” you said softly, and his gaze shifted to you.

“nah, i’ve always liked ‘em. you just haven’t seen me around ‘em before.” he said.

the baby girl giggled, and you both looked down once more.

“so… all is forgiven?” hobie tried, smiling at you.

you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, brushing some dried blood from his cheek with your thumb. “this time? yes.” you said, moving the same hand to his jaw to bring him close.

“you’re an idiot.” you mumbled as his mouth brushed yours, and he grinned.

“only for you.” he said before pressing his lips to yours, the baby watching curiously.

“hey, what did i say about PDA on the job!” shouted miguel, who had followed the same trail as you to find hobie.

“respectfully, boss, i’d like to be allowed to kiss my girl after nearly getting smushed under concrete, thank you.” hobie retorted before moving a hand to the back of your neck and pulling you back to him.

masterlists.

i’m steady-fast working through all my drafts (there’s 25 💀) and this one’s been in here forever. here you go, some non-angst for once.

[jadelover69]

BRUTUS pt.1!!

THIS IS A SONGFIC RAHHH

summary: uhoh yu jie go a lil’ cray-cray 🤪🤪🤪 lil peice of lore drop!!

ive been watching him for my entire life

“Oh what’s that!“ my younger brother squeals digging through my cupboard filled with stories.

I try to supress a grimace, as he rips out pages hazardly. I want to shout, to scream. But I know I’ll be punished.

i hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees

He grins up at me light shining in his eyes. Oh how desperately I wish to put it out.

his words so contrived

“When I’m older I wanna be just like you Yu Jie!“ He says splattered in colorful paint, while Father ruffles his hair and whistles. and i hate the way the townspeople gather outside “Wow! This is a work of art!“ My mother gasps as she holds out my brothers newest work of trash. A bunch of scribbles is what it truly was.

they hang on every breath, cling to his chest “Yu Jie! How dare you make fun of your brother!“ My mother cries, I clench my fists as I look down at the ground. “Answer me!“ She raises her hand quickly, and I flinch. My first mistake. She narrows her eyes down at me before pinching my arm, “Listen here young lady, we do not disrespect our male relatives“ Tears streak my cheak as I try not to cry from her grip. She pinches tighter. “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear.“ “...Yes Mother.“ home to his heart full of pride

“Awwwww... ʰᵃ́ᵒʸᵘ̀ this is a beautiful poem!“ Mother gushed over him while Father smoked a pipe and coughed all the smoke over the kitchen table.

’Why do I never get proper recognition? Just why?’

the oracle told him to beware the ides

He looks down clearly sad, I don’t care but Mother and Father would get on my case for not asking why.

“What’s wrong?“ I nudge him slightly wth my foot not wanting to get closer

“N-nothing...“

I narrow my eyes, he was always bad at hiding secrets.

and id be lying if i said i wasnt wishing

He giggles holding up a red toy, red.

Red was all I could see.

for untimely death or demise

“What do you mean Scarlett??“ I glare down at the girl trying so hard not to cry, creasing the newspaper almost causing rips in the paper.

Idiot. You can’t rely on anyone ever since the princess came to power...

“I- Well I just-“ She babbles on, I grimace and snatch it away from her and open it up.

He was on the front page.

I was not.

or am i wishing i could be like you

He grabs me by my ponytails and throws me in the cellar.

His beady eyes watching me.

Forever judging.

He wouldn’t do this to him.

Of course not! He’s the golden child after all...

that the people would see me too as a poet

’She ruffles my hair and looks down at me, the light shining in her eyes.’

’Oh how I ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ my mother...’

’And oh how she ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ me...’

and not just the muse

I woke up. Bedroom was as small and dusty as usual.

I should get a maid, but Mother only says ’dignified’ children get servants.

Then why does he have one?

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Xanthus being in love with Love

I just like vulnerable Xanthus okay he’s CUTE

☆_☆

Xanthus’s pov :O

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“Are you alright?” I hear the concern in their voice before i feel it through the bond. I had been spacing off much more lately, thoughts overrun with my love.

“Yes, quite alright, Love,” i say to them, meeting their eyes with a warm smile, or as warm as a creature of the shadows could. Their presence was always so comforting, their words smooth like honey and equally as sweet. I couldn’t fathom why their love for me bloomed so beautifully, unpredictably so. I usually hate things i cant understand but i find it difficult to do so with them.

“Im going to make you some tea, maybe it’ll cheer you up! I cant have my favourite person all sad now can i!” God, their voice was addictive. I only offer a nod in return. I dont want tea. I want you. I want you to truly love me, for you to forget about the bond and want me because you choose to.

“Favourite person,” i whisper to myself, is that true? Or is it simply another lie that the bond has carved into their mind. I thought that after over 400 years of living, something as menial as love would quickly become a useless thing to me, yet i now find myself craving attention as i once did when human. When all i wanted was for somebody to see me and truly care. I gave up on wishing for love long ago but here i am, addicted.

My ears instinctively search for their presence, i find quiet hums and clinks of ceramic as they stir the drinks, i find myself smiling at the comfort simply hearing them existing me brings. But as soon as i realise that the warmth in my chest remains for them and only them, i feel a prick of sadness crack open my heart, or what remains of it, the cracks spreading through me like a disease. The lies painting such a want inside me that for a moment, i believe it’s real.

Their footsteps start toward me through the hallway and i lift my head in anticipation of seeing them. The lies carve deeper and deeper into my soul that i am drowning in their love, their compassion and tenderness for a being that is supposed to be loveless and cold.

When they step i to the room i stare, all i can do is stare. They are the most breathtaking peice of art i have ever seen, ever created. A picture that portrays life itself and understanding and what it means to be purely human. They practically glow in my eyes. My dead, cold and unlovable eyes.

“Here Xan, your tea. Its your favourite too!” Wrong again. Foolish human. Its your favourite, and so it is my favourite. A lump forms in my throat as i reach out and they place the mug in my hand. No. I want you. I want you to hold me again and love me and tell me that im worth your time. Because i know im not. You’re so pure and happy and you’re my favourite because you deserve to me. I dont deserve to be yours. I dont deserve your love or care or want. Its selfish of me to want to keep you forever. But i do. And i, admittedly, am a very selfish man.

“Xanthus? You’ve been staring at me the whole time, whats wrong my love?” My love. My love. Your love? Am i going to cry? Can i cry? Am i allowed to cry?

“Of course, im alright as long as you’re here,” it’s not a lie. Its more than truthful actually. Please dont go. I dont think i could keep on living if you left me. I need you. My only tether to true life.

I want to reach out. To caress their cheek or stroke across their knuckles but im afraid that if i do then you’ll disappear. I look down at the mug in my hands. Its empty.

What?

When i look back up to my love i see tears in their eyes.

“Im so sorry. I wish i could have stayed,” their voise is smooth like honey, and just as sweet. But i dont hear it.

I cant hear it anymore.

I reach out to caress their cheek as i always do but my knuckles find nothing but air. Their form slowly starts to dissipate once again and i feel a tear finally roll down my cheek.

I remember now.

I am alone.

Im sorry my love.

My honey sweet love.

I couldn’t save you.

And now i shall pay the price of being alone for an eternity once more.

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I AM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO I SWEAR

I wanted to write a nice little fluffy story about Xanthus being the one who was unsure if the other loved them or if it was simply the bond but then BAM Love is dead…

I didnt see it coming either 🤷‍♀️

So…

Apologies for any mistakes, i’ll go over it again in the morning

ANYWAYS i hope you had a nice lil cry there cus i know i did (‧_‧)

Sorry i haven’t posted in like a day or two, im an aunt now so that happened :p

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rosyln pt.2 - ellie x reader

part one & part three

part 2 to roslyn!! happy v-day

i’m warning y’all now it’s slow burn lol

edited: yes/no

When you arrive at Ellie’s, she sits you down onto her bed. You look up, her hands motion for you to lift your arms, “Up.”

You comply and let Ellie’s pull the hem of your hoodie up and over your head. You drop your arms when it’s fully off. Hair all in your face, you hear that familiar laugh slip past her lips. You lean back to get a better look at her.

Playfully you raise a brow, “What’s so funny?”

Ellie shakes her head. “Nothin,” She folds up your hoodie and turns to place it on her desk. “…You’re just cute.” She turns back to you, now shaking off her own hoodie. It was your favorite one of hers, it was nothing special. It’s a plain grey, but you swear to yourself it makes the green in her eyes pop. Or perhaps your stare too much…

You feel your throat tighten at the flash of skin when she raises her arms. Even more so when underneath, she wears a ribbed tank top. It sticks to her like glue. The no sleeves, expose the muscles in her arms—particularly her biceps. Your eyes fall down to her tattoo. Then to her hands. You gulp, finding your tongue go dry.

You opt to clear your throat. “Cute?”

Ellie steps forward and you think you’ve sobered up now. “Yes,” She taps the tip of your nose. “Very.”

You feel heat radiate throughout your body. You turn your head to blush, feeling the room suddenly warm up. When you turn back, Ellie’s staring down at you with that infamous smirk on her face.

“See.” She smoothes down the fly always around your face. “Cute.”

This time you hide your face into your hands. Groaning at the way she has your heart thumping. Ellie buckles over in laughter. Which you might add—is infectious— but at what cost. She taps a hand on the side of your thigh. “Scoot.”

You oblidge rolling over onto the far side of her bed. You watch as she climbs in behind you, pulling the sheet over the both of you. You two lay next to one another. Both your eyes trace each others faces. After a while, you’re eyes finally lock onto one another. Then, you two break into a fit of laughter. Maybe the alcohol is making you two giddy.

You guys quickly calm down but Ellie can’t stop that grin on her face. Her hand comes up and cups your cheek for the second time that night. You wonder if she can feel your burning up below her touch. Nevertheless, you lean into it.

Ellie curls a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Her thumb, continues to rub soft strokes into your skin. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen…”

The words come out so gently and soft. You find yourself falling for her all over again. “Ellie…”

You reach up and grab that same hand. Bringing it down to the curve of your waist. Her hand is cold to the touch, but quickly it turns into warmth. You watch as Ellie’s eyes dart between your eyes and lips. You notice her cheeks grow more red by the second. You sigh with contempt as her thumb rubs soft circles into your side.

“Could you hold me?” You whisper.

Ellie blinks at this. “Y-Yeah.”

“Okay.” You offer her a small smile and turn to your side. Ellie’s arm still wrapped around you. You places your hand atop hers. Your fingertips run along her knuckles and then the rest of her hand.

Ellie pulls you closer to her, your back now pressed into her front. Her chin sits right above your head almost like the peice of a missing puzzle. She leaves a kiss atop your head.

You exhale.“…I wanna stay like this forever.”

Ellie sighs holding you tight.

“Me too…”

[starysky1289]

Police Captain!Vanessa X Rookie!Reader. Newbie.

“ Alright settle down! Bunch of animals yall are. Ok. Steven, Mason ,Liam , you all are on patrol duty in the west, Johanna, Marcus, Harry, patrol duty to the east. Rest of yall are on you assigned duty’s seen in your schedules. Before I dismiss, we have a new rookie amongst us. Y/N L/N. Y/N will be patrolling with…Johanna, a little girl on girl time. Dismissed. “

Captain Shelly’s voice was loud, booming in the meeting room. Her Ivy green eyes made contact with yours, and she gave you a curt nod, heading out of the room. You were able to quickly find Johanna, who seemed less than pleased to have been given a rookie to drive around. She was talking with two other people, who snickered before walking away.

“ alright newbie, let’s go, ain’t much happens east end, we’ll be sitting in the middle of some parking lot for a while. Don’t expect me to hold your hand or something if we do have to pull someone over or something. You should know how to deal with tickets from the academy. “

“ yes maam, i was transferred here, so i do know a bit of- “

“ yeah great. Let’s go. “

Johanna called, leading you to her shop. It was a big black and white SUV, with the badge logo on each door, and the towns name on the bumper.

“ hey, don’t forget your belt stuff, you’ve gotta go check them out sense your new in the system. “

“ oh yeah! I’ll be right back maam! “

You quickly made your way through the station, making your way to the storage station. A nice older lady worked there, you explain your situation and she took your information. She then slid a small box through the small window of the office, inside was a new radio, a simple gun with a box of 10 billets, a yellow taser in box, and three pairs of cuffs.

“ now, everyday you’ll have to return the bullets of the gun, or the whole gun if you’d like, and the radio. This box is yours, and will be kept in your cubby in here, and everyday when you check in I’ll give it to you to gather your stuff! Your taser and cuffs stay in your locker, supposing you have a locker. “

You sighed, shaking your head. You hadnt had any time to get anything done before you were called in for the morning dispatch meeting. The lady gave you a soft smile.

“ well, if you don’t have one by the end of your shift, you can gives those to me aswell. I hope you have a good first day dear! “

“ thank you maam!! “

You quickly made your way back to the shop, opening the passenger side door. You shrieked, a small, brown cockroach was sitting right on the seat. Johanna bursted out laughing, scooping up the brown insect. Bending it to show it was just a peice of molded rubber.

“ ha. This’ll be fun. Alright, strap in, let’s go. “

You rolled your eyes, chuckling softly as you sat down, strapping into the seat. She pulled out, and you two were out, heading towards the east end.

*~*

All the officers were parked in an old parking lot, talking to eachother through the walkies in the cars. It was dead winter, and snow was blowing all across the cars.

“ hey, Newbie. The back windows all covered up, the snow brush is in the back. Will you go clean it? “

“ isn’t there a window brush? You can just turns nob and- “

“ it’s broken. Go on. “

“ I don’t have a jacket yet- “

Johanna only glared at you, and you groaned, stepping out of the vehicle, immediately freezing. You quickly grabbed the brush from the back, slowly trudging to the back window and brushing the snow off it, and chipping some fresh ice off the back with the scraper. It felt like forever until you were done. Suddenly, with a small buzz, the back wiper turned on, the black plastic when back and forth across the window, you could hear Johanna’s laughter from inside the car. You groaned, trudging back into the car, kicking the snow off yoir shoes.

“ sorry Y/N. It must off fixed itself! Cmon, let’s go check for tickets. “

Johanna snickered, and drove off, there was a mix of laughter coming from the radio. You knew it was gonna be a hard patrol day.

*~*

You finally got back to the station, your hair was frizzed, your skin was ice cold, and your shoes soaked through. Johanna had, in just one day, made you write every ticket, ‘ Accidentally ‘ hit you with snow, scared you with the fake cockroach again, and Locked you out of the car for atleast 5 minutes. She said it was to ‘ teach you resilience ‘, but you knew it was just cause you where the new rookie.

You checked your stuff into the box with the lady, who you finally learned her name, norma. She was a sweetheart, nicest person you’ve dealt with today.

You headed to clock out, getting stoped by the captain. She was a taller woman, Vanessa was her name, blonde hair, pale skin, and beautiful green eyes. She gave you a soft smile.

“ Y/N. How was your first day patrolling. You look like you’ve been dragged through the west end. “

“ Captain. Today was…eventful…just some..resilience training…today was fine..”

Her gaze slightly hardened, looking up. Johanna and the others where laughing and talking not to far behind you.

“ what did she do to you. “

“ nothing captain..”

“ tell me y/n. “

Her voice was deep, heavy. You sighed, holding your arm as you spoke.

“ just some..rookie pranks. Lost of snow..I’m freezing, pushing, shoving, just….stuff. I don’t feel really welcome I guess…”

Vanessa quickly took off her own jacket, laying it across your shoulder. She gave you another smile, before turning to the gathers of officers.

“ HEY! LISTEN UP! I hear anymore rookie pranks going on, I’ll personally make sure you assigned to janitor duty for a month! And you keep it up, you’ll get suspended without pay. “

Johanna shot dart like glares at you, and Vanessa shot them back. You smiled, dipping your head to your captain.

“ t-thank you captain- “

“ please. Call me Vanessa. Feel free to keep the jacket, I have spares. And here, incase you ever need a call. “

Vanessa handed you a card, with her number and full name on it.

“ I’ll be free for you hun. Go home, eat something. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow darling. “

You blushed lightly, nodding. You finished clocking out and headed to your car. You felt all giggly inside. You had the captains number, and she clearly favored you. Atleast you had the captain in your corner now.

[macncheesytoes]

Romanced companions reacting to Sole saying ‘i wish we could stay here forever’

sorry i haven’t posted much recently, i’m in the middle of exams and havent had buch motication to do anything. put it under cause its so long. ANYWAY, hope you all enjoy :)

CAIT: They were both sitting next to each other, on the roof of one of the houses in sanctuary. The sun was sinking below the horizon; oranges and pinks sailing across the twighlight sky. The bottles in their hands clinked against each other as Sole moved in closer to her.

This was as good as it was ever going to get, Sole realised, the residual warmth from the setting sun calming the two beyond anything either had experienced in the Commonwealth.

´You know, I wish we could stay here forever,’ Sole murmured, moving even closer into their girlfriend, resting their head on her soldier.

Cait turned to look at Sole, almost in disbelief that someone like Sole could ever love her. The more she thought about it, the more she started to agree with her partner. This was the happiest she had been in a while.

´Yeah,’ was the reply, ‘Me too.’

CURIE: Curie was working on some experiment or other, like usual; Sole watching from the other side of the room. Equipment that Sole had scavenged for their partner was strewn across the table, and Curie hadn’t looked at Sole in a good half an hour. She hadn’t said anything in even longer.

Sole was surprisingly okay with it. It meant that they could work on plans for The Castle’s new artillery defences that they had been meaning to get done for ages.

It struck them then that this was what they loved most about being with Curie: the way they were able to do their own things in complete, yet comfortable silence.

It was quite daunting to break that silence, but a whisper of ‘I could stay like this forever,’ was all that was needed for Curie to break into a smile.

‘Yes, I think so too.’

DANSE: Danse and Sole were having a slow afternoon, one of the first that Danse has had. The pair were working on their power armour, so Danse couldn’t complain.

It was a relatively cool day, but the nature of the work they were doing meant they were both getting hot and sweaty. Sole was haphazardly covering the armour peices with a new lick of paint, and Danse was adding some extra modifications to his.

They stayed there working in comfortable silence, until the Sole was finished. Looking over at their boyfriend, Sole realised that they could spend all their days like this. Screw the brotherhood, screw the stupid Minutemen for all they care, this was all they needed.

Their feet started moving before they knew it, and suddenly they were behind Danse, their arms wrapped around their his sturdy frame.

‘I could stay like this forever,’ they said into his neck.

Danse turned around in Sole’s grasp, and captured their lips in a kiss.

‘I think I could too’ he said with a smile.

HANCOCK: Hancock was sprawled out on his favourite sofa in the statehouse, still spaced out with the high that was lingering from hours earlier. Sole was next to him, curled under his arm, even higher than their partner - if that was possible.

Jet inhalers were strewn across the table across from the pair. Ever since Hancock and Sole had first confessed their feelings, they had been passing their days much like this.

Sole lifted their head from Hancock’s shoulder, and settled themself onto his lap. The world started to spin; Sole buried himself into their boyfriend. His torso was sturdy, and arms began to snake themselves around Sole’s torso, holding them close.

A murmur escaped Sole’s mouth, losing itself in Hancock’s old coat.

‘What’s that?’ he asked, curiosity taking over.

‘I could stay like this forever,’ was the reply.

A smile broke istelf over the ghoul’s face.

‘We can do that quite easily, sweetheart.’

MACCREADY: The sun was setting over the commonwealth, sending pastels rippling over the sky. MacCready and Sole had just settled themselves down for rhe night; a small fire burning in front of the pair, cooking their food for the night.

Sole glanced over at the man on the opposite side of the fire. Busy working on cleaning his rifle, the fire lit up MacCready’s face in warm orange hues that practically made Sole melt.

Without warning, Sole stood up and moved himself next to their boyfriend. Mac looked up at Sole, the fire reflecting in his eyes turning the steely blue irises to flickering reds.

Mac brought his hand up to Sole’s cheek before kissing them softly. He turned back to the fire, but not before putting his arm around Sole and bringing them closer.

There was a few minutes of comfortable silence before Sole whispered: ‘I could stay like this forever’.

MacCready only smiled, seemingly very impressed with himself.

PIPER: The pair were sat in comfortable silence in the Publick Occurrances office. Piper was working on her newest article, resulting in a few questions every so often, like ‘How do you spell amnesiac?’ or ‘What does garish mean?’

Sole was working on some plans for the Minutemen, something that Preston had asked them to do far too long ago, when they realised that this was the happiest they had been since they left the vault. Living here in Diamond City wasn’t as safe Sanctuary pre-war, but it was pretty much made up for due to the intrepid reporter sat on the other side of the table.

Sole stood up to move behind Piper, and slink their arms around her from behind.

The words ‘I could stay like this forever,’ were whispered into the back of Piper’s neck.

‘We can give it a damn good shot, Blue’ replied Piper, a smile breaking out over her face.

[first-edition]

Love

Mafia boss!Bucky x singer!reader

Sum- you and Bucky had been together for 3 years before he left, he had even put a ring on your finger. You never knew why he left but it broke you to peices. When you finally forgave him you were shot and dying in his arms.

Cw- hospital, doctor talk, guns, kissing heavy petting, smut, shower sex, unprotected, pinv sex, fingering, recovery, size kink (if you squint)

Part 1 ‘lyrics’

Part 2 ‘letter’

This is part 3

Flashing lights of red and blue shoot through the the city. The screeching of tires as Bucky followed close behind the ambulance. He just got you back he knew this would happen but regardless he needs you.

“FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck!” He curses hitting the steering wheel of the car as he speeds through stops signs and lights. Screeching into the hospital parking lot he parks and rushes out of the car just barley missing you on the stretcher as they rush you to the back.

“Baby!!?” He calls running after you. A nurse sitting on the bed if you giving you cpr.

“BABY!”

“Sir.” A nurse says holding Bucky back.

“NO FUCK- GET OFF ME!” He yells.

“Sir Calm down!”

“NO DONT FUCKING TELL ME CALM DOWN DONT-“

“Mr Barnes! Sir!” Rumlow walks to him pushing him back.

“Your covers In blood sir are you hurt anywhere?” The nurse asks.

“No. No I’m fine just- she can’t die okay I can’t-…..she…fuck.” Bucky turns away.

“The waiting room is down the hall to your left I’ll go find some clothes for you.” She kindly directs him and rumlow before walking off.

———

“Bucky sits in the waiting room sam and rumlow on either side of him. He’s changed into a black tshirt and jeans the blood washed off.

“Mr Barnes?” A doctor calls he stands up faster than ever the guards following.

“Is she okay?” He asks

“She’s stable but needs to be closely monitored she lost a lot of blood and flat lined…” the doctor trails off.

“Well?” He says

“The bullet has hit a blood vessel causing damage to her internal organs on the lower half of her body…including cutting off blood flow to the uterus. We…we had to perform and emergency hysterectomy….if at all you and her were planning..” She says

Bucky looks at the doctor taking in all of the things she had just said.

“Can I see her?” He asks. She nods gestures to follow which he does.

“She’s on high pain meds and should be waking up soon” she says.

Following the doctor down the hall his mind rushes about what he’s going to tell you when you wake up. Did you know? We’re you planning to tell him at some point?

Arriving at the room he sees you asleep in the bed an oxygen mask on your nose and mouth.

“No. Wait out here I don’t want anyone except me and that doctor coming in or out so you understand me.” Bucky says hardly to the guards they nod taking place on either side of the door.

Bucky walks up to you sitting next to you taking your hand your pale and a bit cold. Despite the heated blanket you have.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never should’ve dragged you into my fucked up life. I-I never should’ve left you alone. I promise that I will stay by yourself forever and always.” He says kissing your hand resting it against his cheek.

Your fingers move as he sits up straight leaning to you.

“Hey doll?” He says your eyes open weakly as they adjust to the light in the bright pale room.

You frown as tour eyes focus.

“Baby.” He says look to him. Bucky smiles seeing you looking at him.

He lets out a pained sigh kissing your hand thanking whatever deity that your alive.

“Bucky…..” you say weakly.

“I’m here I’m right here.” He says holding you Mr hand to his face.

“Hey baby…I-I gotta tell you something.” He says. You look up at him frowning a bit.

“When you got shot you lost a lot of blood. Remember on the beach in pairs..you were talking about having kinds mm?” He says. You nod looking up at him as he shakes his head.

“Wh-..what..” you say weakly.

“Its okay.” He says tears well up in your eyes as you understand what he’s trying to telling you. You begin to cry as he pulls you into his arms.

———

You stand in front of the bedrooms floor length mirror, nude. You finger tracing over the scar left on your lower abdomen. Its long and ugly. You sigh turning away going to the shower Turing it on and letting the water heat up to steam. The entire bathroom coating the glass and mirror is a fog.

Opening the door you step in feelign the water warmth you body.

Its been 4 months since you were shot. Bucky has barley left your side. They found the person who did it and Bucky, “brought him to Justice” which you know means he killed him. Put a bullet through his skull like he did with the first man who tried you in a club some many nights ago when you first met.

The healing was easily but the depression from not being able to go out was another thing. Bucky helped with bringing the outside to you as much as he could even starting a plant garden of the roof of the penthouse.

Lost in your thoughts you dont notice your husband has opened the door and stepped into the shower with you. His hands, both cold one colder than the other, make contact with waist pulling you gently against his front.

You inhale smiling as you realize.

“You’re home.” You say turning around wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him into you in a kiss. He kisses you back but with a pained expression pulls away. His hands still holding you on your waist.

“Whats wrong?” you ask looking him.

“I was just thinking.” He says trailing off.

“Mm?” You ask

“It shouldn’t worry you hmm.” He says pecking your lips.

“Turn ‘round.” He says. You obey and turn to his command. He snakes his arms around your waist you stiffen a bit as his skin makes sudden contact with the scar drawing your front.

“I love you. You know that right?” He asks.

“Yes.” You say giggling at your own response to not saying it back one of buckys pet peeves.

“Hmm? what was that.” He says

“I said yes, i know you love me.” You say, giggling.

“Mmhmm and what else.” He says.

“I dont know what you mean?” You act dumb he chuckles. Lifting your chin to him kissing you. Whats supposed to be a short peck turns into a make out.

he walks you back. Your back hitting the cold wall of the tile making you gasp giving him perfect leeway into your mouth with his tounge.

His flesh hand moves up your side to your breast his thumb brushing over the hardened bud. The minute you’d realized he was in the shower with you, clothed or nude to which he is in fact just a naked as you are, it turned you on deeply.

A small moan is left from your mouth as bucky squeezes your breast in his hand. His metal once easily finds your core brushing his fingers up and down the slit.

“F-fuck..” you gasp out inserting a thick digit he chuckles into your neck at you reaction. Pumping his finger and rubbing you with his thumb gives you almost everything you need.

He wraps his arm around you and picks you up pinning you against the wall taking the opportunity to shove a second finger into you making your mouth drop open as he thrusts his fingers to you brushing the upwards to the spot in you his thumb plays with your clit.

You clench around his fingers feeling the knot in your stomach. He pulls his fingers out of you. Before you can complain about the absence of pleausre you feel the familiar stretch in your cunt of bucky’s cock.

Your mouth drops open once again as he thrusts up into you his metal hand against the tile behind you and his flesh hand grips your waist.

“F-fuck..i missed you.” He says kissing your jaw line and neck.

You smile moaning out as the overwhelming pleausre surges through you. Clenching down around him the knot he made from his fingers explodes as you cum against him.

Your walls flutter as he continues to fuck you. He picks you up your legs wrapping around his waist allowing him to fuck you deeper in the position you are.

“B-buck..ah!” You moan out your arms around him your fingers gripping his hair and skin.

“Such a pretty girl.” He grunts. Making you almost fold to his will.

“F-f..fu..im gonna c-cum again..ah” your voice breaks as he recklessly thrusts into you.

He pants his thrusts getting sloppier as you feel his throb in you.

“You gonna cum for me doll. Hmm?” He asks his lips attaching to your neck. With a rough thrust up into you cum clenching around him. He releases his own orgasam chasing it with deep movements in you filling you.

You cling to him your nails making marks to his shoulders and back as you pant.

“L-look at me.” He says his blue eyes taking you in you look at him.

“I love you..you’re perfect, you’re everything to me I will never leave you. Ever.” He says placing his hands against your cheek. You smile nodding your nose brushing against his before sharing a kiss.

THE END.

[forestshadow-wolf]

Mcd, no happy ending

Soap is in ghost's office, across from the man himself. Ghost is doing paperwork, while soap scribbles furiously in his notebook, turning his pencil over to erase something every so often. His tongue pokes out of the corner of his mouth, and ghost isn't sure what he's working in but he doesn't want to disturb him.

It's hours before soap looks up from his work and looks at the time, it's late in the afternoon. The cafe will be mostly empty by now, but with soap finally pausing his scribbles ghost drags him up to go eat anyway. Soap rolls his eyes, but snaps his book closed and follows.

Ghost wonders what soap was doing. He asks, but soap just tells him he'll find out another time. So he lets it go. Soap knows when to not ask him questions, so he'll respect his wishes.

It's months later when he finds out, he's all but forgotten about it. Soap had been sent on a a solo mission that ghost had no record of. Soap did not return, all ghost got in return was a measly peice of worn paper folded in half down the middle and then one more time.

It was like his world was crash, falling, burning, exploding. And then it wasn't, it was like his world had frozen mid-crash-and-burn, and he was numb again. He took that damn paper and left, retreated to the safety of his room.

He didn't bother flicking on the light after the door clicked shut behind him. He sat heavily on his bed, gripping that paper. He sighed, steeling himself for what the page might hold for him. He made a motion to open the paper. It didn't budge, he couldn't get his fingers to work.

Did price know? He should go tell price that soap hadn't made it back from whatever mission he was sent on. Where did he go? Who assigned it to him? It wasn't price, was it? No price wouldn't do that. Did gaz know about this? Surely not, if ghost didn't. Right? Or maybe soap did tell his fellow Sergent. He set the paper on his bedside and left.

If would be months before he touched it again. And when he finally did, it was to the sight of his face, maskless, happy, and etched in graphite on yellowed paper. It was so inexplicably not how he felt.He flipped it over, and saw words, scratched in thay same graphite. He only got as far as

"My dear sweet simon,"

Before he refolded that damn paper, and shoved it onto his desk. Never to be forgotten, but never to be read either. Reading it felt like... like ripping ehat was left of his cold heart out of his chest to let it- the pain- him go. And he simply couldn't do that. Not now. Not ever.

Simon stuck to impossible solo missions from then on, Hoping it would kill him, and it did. Not two full years after the death of John 'Soap' Mactavish, Simon 'Ghost' Riley bit the bullet, Literally. A single sniper shot right between the eyes, made Lieutenant Riley's death permanent.

And the lonely note sat unread on his desk, for forever now. The contents of which would have read the following, if it had been opened:

My dear sweet simon,

I hope you know that I love you with all my heart, even in death. I love you with everything I have, and you have shown me the same ten times over.

I have cherrished every tumble into bed, every late night dance, every cooking mishap, every mission, and every show we watched, every drink at the bar, every shitty joke we told eachother, every hungover morning after a night of heavy drinking. I have loved it all, because I had you by my side. And I would do anything for you to be happy by my side.

And that is why I am so deeply sorry for not telling you. I knew for months, I'm sorry. I just wanted you to have some more happy memories not tainted by death and violence. I just wanted to be happy because you were happy for just a little longer.

Please don't blame price. He had no idea. The order was directly from the general, he went right over price and Laswell's heads. It was a doomed mission from the start so they needed someone with the right skills and enough unimportance, and I happened to be the lucky candidate to check all their boxes.

God, I love you so much, Si. With everything I have. Forever and always. This should be longer, but I waited too long and there's too much to say, and too little I'm allowed to tell you. There's so many moments I want to write down so that nobody can ever forget, so that you can look back on us fondly, but there's not enough paper in the world for that. I'll wait for you, Si, I'll tell you everything when you get here. I promise. but please promise me you'll take your time getting here. Learn to be happy, Si.

I give my soul to you,

Your Johnny.

Had the letter been opened and read, the page might have showed perfectly round splotches of wrinkles, like it had gotten wet and dried imperfectly. Like whoecer wrote it had cried while writing it. The writing would be smudged and fading in some places, the paper worn in others like it had been erased too many times. There would have been little doodles of hearts and stars in the corners, maybe even a matching set of rings sat side by side, and words so scratched out that they were unreadable. Maybe in itty bitty writing in the margin would have been future wedding vows, complete with a pair of 'I do!"s. But it didn't, since there were no eyes to witness the love marks.

[lets-try-some-writing]

I was going to request something about cybertonian turns of phrase and their human counterparts, but then your teacher Optimus au grabbed me by the neck and wrung me like a wet towel. I have been compelled to write a story of my own for it if that's okay.

For your enjoyment.....

Writing Woes

The new school year was fast approaching for Jasper Nevada Memorial High School. New year means new students. And new students means, at least for a certain Prime, more opportunities to preserve the history and culture of Cybertron through a fresh batch of bright minds and eager sparks. As well as through the older classes who had yet to graduate still.

However, there was a student that drew Optimus' eye now and then. Though clearly showing interest during his lessons, seemed to struggle in keeping pace with their peers in the more writing focused projects.

They tended to sit further to the back of the classroom. They wore a teal cargo jacket over a plain black tee-shirt, black pants under a teal frontless skirt, and blue knee high boots. Their hair was also blonde, dyed a dark green near the tips.

He's tried to talk to this student after school hours, but they'd have already left when he begins asking around. So he has to resort to this.

The bell for next class sounds, now or never.

"Mx. Sinclair? Before you leave, do you have a moment?"

Mx.Sinclair, or Beck as they prefer to be called, was initially surprised he called them out, "Uhh, s-sure."

Everyone else files out the door to their next class, leaving only the prime and his student.

"I'm not in trouble, am I, Mr. Pax?" Beck asked, fidgeting with the strap of their backpack.

"Not at all." He assured them, "Are you having trouble with handwriting?" Of course he already knew, but it never hurt to have the student confirm.

More fidgeting, "Yeah, that's never been my strong suit." Beck admits, "Doing it quick, the letters are sloppy and inconsistent. Doing it readable, takes forever."

"Would you prefer typing intead?" Optimus offers, "I can get a laptop for you to use in class, if you would like."

Beck is taken aback by the offer, "To be honest, I would, but I wanna improve my handwriting skills too."

It doesn't take long for the prime to come up with a compromise.

"Then perhaps I can get you something to practice your writing when not at school? A tablet, or perhaps a notebook?"

Beck smiles a little and nods slightly, "Yeah, that sounds nice."

"Alright then." Prime nods as well, "I will see you tomorrow."

"See ya." And Beck is off to their next class.

Optimus got some weird looks at base when he asked Raf for notebook recommendations after school.

---

The next day, as soon as Beck walked into class, Prime had a notebook for them.

It was a simple thing, a single subject book with a green cover and a spiraled wire spine.

Nonetheless, Beck accepted it as if they had been offered to hold his newly sparked bitlet.

And things went back to business as usual for a time. Every day, after class, Beck would show Prime their improvement with a proud grin. And Prime's spark would swell with their progress.

One Monday, Prime would find an origami wolf on his desk made from a large peice of cardstock. Within the wolf's mouth, a folded up letter.

"Dear Mr. Pax,

I'm going to be out of town for the week. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner, it's urgent. I promise to be back by Friday. I made you this as a thanks for the notebook.

From, Beck."

Prime was disappointed, but he understood urgency preceded all else. And the wolf was definitely appreciated. He kept it on his desk for the whole week.

When Beck showed up that Friday, they seemed more... refreshed than when he last saw them. Perhaps they'd just needed a break from it all, he's not going to assume anything.

I am still in the middle of moving, so no new writing of my own. But I am perfectly capable of quickly reviewing your work here!

To start off, I would like to say I love what you've come up with and its totally fine to write based off my little thoughts! Most of the time its just a mess of my tired brain's ramblings late at night, so seeing what others come up with is always welcome! Now with that out of the way, I will give you a full review of your work since you have taken the time to write this and let me take a look at it!

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Story: I see no issues with the story. It is a cute little snippet of one student learning under Optimus and so its structure and flow make sense. All I would recommend is adding a tad more information and description to each line to make the whole thing feel a bit more personality filled.

An example of this (please don't take this to heart or anything, this is just how I do things), would be this bit from your work below-

*Prime was disappointed, but he understood urgency preceded all else. And the wolf was definitely appreciated. He kept it on his desk for the whole week.*

-Which could easily be altered a little bit to give Optimus a bit more personality and give those reading a greater reason to be invested in the story you are telling. Like this-

*The Prime was rather put off, but he was well aware of the fact that urgency preceded all else. The gift of the wolf was sweet and eased the quiet disappointment that bubbled within his spark. Thus he kept it on his desk throughout the remainder of the week as a reminder of kindness shown and returned.*

Once again, this is just how I do things. There is no need to apply this. Every writer has their own style after all. I am just throwing the thought out there for you should you decide to use it.

Style: I see no issues with the flow of things or the format. All I would adjust is the tense in which you are writing the characters. It seems to be rather inconsistent, often jumping between word usage like "called" and "calls" like in this bit here-

*The bell for next class sounds, now or never.*

There is nothing wrong with this line on its own, but the usage of lines like the one below right after throw the whole tense of the story off and it can be a bit jarring.

*Nonetheless, Beck accepted it as if they had been offered to hold his newly sparked bitlet.*

In conclusion, I would pick a tense and stick to it. I tend to lean toward past third person since I can work more thoughts in for characters that way. However once again, this is just how I would do things. Do as you will.

Grammar: No serious issues here. Merely some words I feel are a little awkward in their placement. Running this snippet through a spell checker like grammarly would fix these issues right up.

Character: I see once again see no real issues with characterization here. I don't know your original character well enough to give you a thorough break down, nor do I see anything that would hint at Optimus being out of character. Both are portrayed as well as possible considering the length of the story and the setting. Excellent work on this front!

Overall: A fairly well written snippet! It could use some polishing, but the overall groundwork is solid and honestly I am super happy you were inspired enough by my attempt at Optimus being a teacher to write something of your own based on the concept! Thank you so much for sharing! It was a treat to read! I hope my thoughts and suggestions aren't too much!

[hazbinficsandstuff-eyeshadow]

A NEW WAY

Chapter 1(I sincerely hope this work was not for nothing)

Vox and val played in bed together. He was a clingy piss baby and liked cuddling with vox especially when he was upset...which was all the time. They layed close together for awhile Valentino petting the top of his boyfriends TV head. Although vox usually put on a tough persona he felt a lot more comfortable with the vee's. When Val pet his head he could feel himself let go, he fell asleep at val's soft touch.

Valentino still holding him with his right arm found it really adorable especially with his soft snores and the red lines from his slightly opened mouth. The only thing he wanted in his life was vox. Valentino would let go of everything just to have vox he'd even give up his status Although he knew vox probably wouldn't do the same for him. Valentino knew this wouldn't last forever though and he'd soon ruin it with his quik-temper and impulsivitiy would make this end just as quick as it begun. It was an awful on and off again proccess.

Vox still layed deep asleep on Valentinos chest and mumbled "Iloveyoualastor". Valentinos eyes shattered like broken glass at voxs unconscious words. Although val would usually scream and throw things whenever vox mentioned alastor, which was a lot, this time he didn't. Val was trying to better himself or at least be less impulsive.

Valentino was about to yell at him but then he looked at vox's sleepy face, his body was limp and tired from working all day, he pretty much fell asleep as soon as they layed down together. Val jsut couldn't do it this time he looked to adorable to Valentino. He still wanted this moment to last and not be ruined by him. For now val would just enjoy the moment. Vall then fell asleep at the comfy presence of his boyfriend. They both resyed for about an hour and then vox woke up with a slight panic and Valentino almost immediately after.

"Shoot, did I fall asleep again?" Vox says holding his head. "Voxy, it's okay, I fell asleep too, you don't have to always be so tough especially with me, I like you just the way you are even with your cute little sleepy face voxy~" Valentino teases as he held vox's screen. " I know" vox said sheepishly still not 100 sure of himself. "You were talking about alastor in your sleep again voxy~". Vox's screen turned a dark remand he groaned "ugh, what the fuck did I say this time, I HATE that peice of shit"

Valentino gave vox a look with ine raised eyebrow " well you Said you loved him an hour ago". Voxs screen glitched until it displayed "overheat" on the center. "I was unconscious, I didn't mean anything I said" vox replied slightly ticked. "You seem pretty awake during the five times a day you call me alastor". Vox put his finger up about to respond but then grew speechless. Valentino then suggested "what if I kill him? Problem solved" he said pulling out a pink gun that he had decided made him look Sexier than the gold gun.

"Yes kill that som of a bitch!! And did you have that on you the whole time?". Valentino immediately jumped up still holding his gun clearly ready to.march over and just kill the radio demon. Vox immediately grabs him by the hood of his wings making him fall backwards onto the floor. Vox towered over him as valentino layed back to the floor" are you insane? Hells crush you! Just like he did to me" vox says dramatically closing his fist in anger.

"Cut the melodrama voxy~, but what do you propose?" Valentino replied

"I'm not proposing to him again, valentino"

"I mean how do you think we should kill him?"

Velvettes tumbles through the door and says in her usual sassy horizontal head Bob "can't you just take control of Angel and kill him?"

Val replied "WHAT IN THE UNHOLY HELL!?? HAVE YOU BEEN THERE THE WHOLE TIME??..but no I might have not gotten that bitch to sign it if it wasn't only for the studio. So im.limited to what I can do to control him."

"That sucks" velvette replied. A sudden idea popped into vox's head and he had the vees follow him into the elevator upstairs until they reached his TV room. Vox sat in his chair and pulled up a digital file on his computer. It was a bulletin board that just had a bunch of pictures of alastor with with red strings that had little hearts implanted around them. In the middle was just one giant sticky note that said "kill?".

" one time I satrtes plotting how to kill alastor but I didn't get to far" vox said not very impressed with his work.

" got to lost in his eyes" velvette teased as valentino rolled his eyes".

Authors notes: sorry that the characters aren't that in character I just wrote this for fun because I got bored in social studies and spent like an hour transitioning it to my phone.

[impala-dreamer]

Hold On

A little comfort for anyone in pain...

Dean Winchester x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader

870 Words

Warnings: Unspecified Pain (chronic, injury, etc). Comfort.

The room was dark, the curtains drawn. It was barely midday, but the pain had forced you back to bed. Guilt made you get up that morning, guilt and responsibilities, but the struggle was too hard, the pain spreading down your back and through every nerve was too much to take. 

The doctor had shrugged and tossed another bottle of useless meds in your face. Some horrible pill that made your head foggy and your feet basically useless. It was bad enough that the numbness made you drop things, rending your fingers inert, but to barely be able to balance, to walk properly? It was too horrible. 

Life was flying past you and there was nothing you could do to grab hold of it and participate. Every move was agony, every time out was a guilt trip. 

Your pillow was a comfort but even laying atop the soft mattress was painful. The hurt was intense and tears sprang to your eyes as you tried to shift into a comfortable position. 

“Son of a fucking whore!” 

Your cry drew him into the room. The door creaked open and the stream of light from the hallway hit your face. You cringed and lifted a hand to block it. 

“Baby? You OK?” 

Sniffling, you cleared your throat. “Yeah. Fine. I’m fine.” 

Green eyes took in the scene and a frown curled plump lips downwards. He crossed his arms, spread his bowed legs, settled in. “Don’t look too fine to me. It’s eleven in the morning and you’re in bed.” 

The hard drop of tone and familiar inflection made you smile and reach out a hand. 

“Hey, Dean?” 

He smiled down at you and slid his palm gently against yours. “Yeah?”

“Hold me? Please?” 

“Of course…” 

Carefully, he crawled onto the bed, conscious not to jolt you around or knee you in the back as he laid behind you. His arms were warm and heavy, draping perfectly around your waist, fitting into the dip like you’d been matching puzzle pieces lost at birth. 

He pressed his chest into your back, fit his chin upon your shoulder, holding you tight. His breath was hot and comforting, scented with peanut butter. You breathed deep and for the first time all day felt the pain ease just a bit. The edge was blurring under his touch and you wished that you could stay there just like that, forever. 

Dean lifted his lips to your ear and whispered, “Better?” 

“A bit, yeah.” 

“Good.” He nuzzled in, dropping sweet kisses along your jaw and neck. Always tender, always careful not to push to hard or hold you too tight. 

“It’s gonna be OK, Y/N/N,” he said, all the faith of heaven and hell and beyond in his husky voice. “I promise.” 

Relaxation washed over you and the worst of the pain vanished. You flexed your right hand and the pins and needles slowly subsided. 

“Where you been all my life, Dean Winchester?” you asked, slowly spinning around to face him. 

He was smiling so beautifully, eyes so full of love that you nearly wept. He was perfect. He was home. 

Dean laughed gently. “Well… been busy killin’ monsters and getting impaled on a fucking peice of rebar.” Jensen rolled his eyes. “That fucking rebar…” 

It hurt to laugh, but you had too. Jensen was never, ever going to let that go.

“You should get that tattooed on your forehead. ‘Dean Deserved Better’.” 

“Yeah.” He sighed and licked his lips, hugging you close. “What about you? You really OK? Do we need to call Dr. What’sHisName?” 

Quickly, you shook your head. “No. There’s nothing he can do. I just have to ride it out, I guess.”

Jensen’s face fell, his eyes welled. “I just wish there was something I could do. I hate seeing you like this. It’s frustrating and I’m… fucking useless.” 

“Hey.” You scowled at him. “Stop that. You’re not useless. You just gave me Dean cuddles. What girl wouldn’t want that?” 

A small smile returned. “I guess. Just- I wish there was more I could do.” 

Thinking for a moment, you chewed on your lip and then grinned. “You could always have Soldier Boy come and punch my lights out so I can nap…” 

A quiet but full laugh shook his body and Jensen smacked his lips. “You don’t want that, trust me.” 

“I don’t know,” you argued with a laugh, “Ben’s got them big strong arms, super powers… Probably wouldn’t take to much to knock me out.” 

Jensen took a deep breath and squared his jaw. His brows creased, he lifted his chin just enough so that she could see her superhero. 

“I’m not gonna knock you out, doll, but nice try.” 

A shiver trekked down your spine and you pushed in close, kissing him deeply. 

Jensen moaned against you and pulled back an inch, his big hand cradling your cheek. “Whatever I can do, I will. You know that, right?” He kissed you softly. “You’re going to be OK. I promise. You just gotta hold on ‘till then.” 

“How ‘bout I hold on to you?” you whispered, fingers bunching in his shirt. 

He smiled and brushed a tear free from your eye. “Even better.” 

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[rjalker]

anyways the arthurian werewolf's knight can be summarized as:

Knight: Hey wife!!! Look at that epic deer standing right there lol. doesn't even see us.

His wife: omg. husband of mine if I don't eat that specific deer I swear to God I will never eat anything else for as long as I live and DIE

Knight: Oh? Okay, well I have this magical ring that will transform me into a giant wolf if I take my clothes off and you touch one of the two gems to my forehead. So I'll get undressed and then you can hold my ring for me and transform me, and I'll go get that deer for you! But you have to promise to wait here for me to bring it back, because without that ring, I'll be stuck as a wolf forever and that would suck.

His wife: I promise to wait right here :)

Knight: cool! *gets undressed, has her use the ring to transform him into a giant wolf, runs off after the deer*

His wife: *waits until he's out of sight* *turns to the servant boy who accompanied them* Hey guess what kid we're going to Ireland!

*she goes and immediately charters a ship back to Ireland, abandoning her husband and two kids and the whole kingdom out of nowhere*

Wolf Knight: *eventually manages to catch the deer, takes a peice and goes back to where his wife was supposed to wait, doesn't find her, runs off to see where she went, happens to see the ship, decides apparently on a whim to jump on board, stowsaway and jumps out when they get to Ireland*

His wife: *casually goes back to live in her father's castle again*

Wolf Knight: *runs around ravaging farms and villages, bullies a pack of regular wolves to help him*

*years pass*

*eventually the Irish villagers and knights manage to trap all the regular wolves and kill them, wolf knight escapes, runs into King Arthur and his visiting knights, spends the night with them, the next day when Arthur meets up with his wife's father, he knocks down the servant boy who had accompanied them, the story of his transformation is revealed, his wife is forced to return the ring and transform him back (after he's led out of the room so as not to be naked in front of everyone).*

I already forgot what exactly happened at the end, someone suggested his wife be transformed into the wolf as punishment but they decided against that.

The two kids they had were literally never brought up again, which is really fucking weird.

[cosmic-d1ce]

swiftie anon whos also fueled a bunch of other asks again, I offer the archer-

"Can you see right through me?

They see right through

They see right through me

I see right through me

I see right through me

All the king's horses, all the king's men

Couldn't put me together again

'Cause all of my enemies started out friends

Help me hold onto you"

specifically being phil post prison towards missa, he so badly wants to present himself as who he used to be. more powerful and strong and independent, but his time with forever has ripped so much of that identity away from him and he knows everyone can see it to. so the bridge repetition could be him not wanting to acknowledge how everyone can just see straight through him and just see the harm that's been done to him and nothing else. the 'can you see right through me?' can be checking with missa as his perspective would matter much more to phil then the rest of the servers.

the kings horses and men lines could relate to how everyone around him seems to be trying to peice him back to who he used to be but again- that man isn't coming back. the line in the song actually originates from the old humpty dumpty poem which actually connects alot with how phil was 'broken' and while all the pieces are still there, he can't be put together again the way he used to. the form is there but the cracks won't go away. he was hurt and is technically back in one piece but won't ever be the same and the events will linger no matter what.

the 'help me hold onto you' could be a rare occasion of phil reaching out to missa allowing him to be grounded and calm down with the one person who'll stick by him without delusions guiding his choices. sorry if I am completely off though I'm just spitballin here (￣▽￣*)ゞ - 💿

This is wonderful and ily for it

It's also pretty fun that I've got Phil as an archer

He's so scared of being weak after being so strong for so long, he's always conscious of it. "This isn't how they want me to be, im not meant to act like this, they know im not me anymore"

And you're dead on with the thing about him being broken and it's impossible to completely fix it. The cracks will always be there. Forever will always be there.

Adding to this,

"I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost

The room is on fire, invisible smoke

And all of my heroes die all alone"

Phil having nightmares first of all about losing his family because of danger or two, losing his family because of Forever. If Forever decided to take Phil back, make him leave Missa and Chayanne again. Reasonably, it wouldn't work a second time but nightmares aren't reasonable.

He's so afraid of being alone again like he was on that cell Forever put him in and he's so afraid of losing his family. He has frequently nightmares about his family leaving him to die by himself by Forever's hands.

And everytime, he finds Missa for reassurance.

"Help me hold onto you"

When he goes to Missa and asks him to dispell his fears and worries. He hates doing it, he hates asking for help but he's so scared and Missa is so calming and safe. He can't help but run into his arms

[greentea-mp3]

I didn't think I had black and white thinking until my sibling used an analogy to explain it to me. I thought because I'm good at understanding and incorporating nuance into my thinking that I couldn't have been thinking in black in white. My sibling, though, explained it like a ball of yarn or a knotted up peice of string. One end is the thought or ideal that I hold strongly, and the rest of the length of the string is explanations and nuance to explain why I feel that way. So like if I'm trying to deconstruct an ideal that I have, I have to unwind the ball if yarn to get to the center and truly understand, "Hey, maybe I'm wrong about this." That could take forever to do, but I've found that after a while if I continue to deconstruct, I'm good at recognizing when I'm wrong. It just takes a second, and it can be frustrating to have an argument or debate with me because I have all these nuanced explainations for things that honestly just might not be true when you get down to the center. But if you give me time to do my own research and unravel it for myself (which I will do because I really care about what's true and what isn't), then I will get there and I will admit I was wrong.