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[maweallgotohell]

Jerome Valeska - Brother's Assistant pt.1

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pairing: Jerome Valeska x fem! reader

warnings: none

summary: Jerome locates Jeremiahs residence and decides to pay his brother a visit - to kill him. But when the door opens, he is met with the prettiest and kindest woman he has ever seen. But how will Jeremiah react, especially when it turns out, that Jerome has caught feelings for her, his assistant and best friend? And how will Jerome himself react in such a situation?

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He found him.

He searched for him for all these years and now he found him. His brother. And he wanted to kill him.

For all these years he made dozens of plans and figured out the best ways to spread fear and get his name all across Gotham so his brother would notice.

He wanted him to feel unsafe.

He wanted him to be afraid.

A few weeks ago he found out what name Jeremiah now went by and after knowing that it wasn't all too complicated to find him. Well yeah, he lived in a fuckin' bunker in the middle of the woods (fuckin' paranoid bitch), but with a name like his, it wasn't very difficult for Jerome to make out his location. Just threaten the right people and you're ready to go.

And there he stood. In front of his brother's labyrinth bunker. Was he nervous? Yeah. But he was determined to kill Jeremiah.

For the last few weeks, he tried to find a way to break into the bunker without being noticed, but there wasn't another entrance. Just the main one. And so he just... pressed the doorbell?

It was weird for him because it felt like a polite gesture. He felt like a brother, who wanted to visit his twin for dinner, while he was the "evil twin", who came to kill that son of a bitch, he had to call his brother.

* ring*

To his surprise, it wasn't his brother's face, that greeted him at the door, no. A beautiful young woman opened it swingingly, her silky (hair color) hair swaying with her movements. It was quite early in the morning, which was why she was still wearing her nightgown, the dark green silk hugging her curves perfectly and the lace gracefully accentuating her (skin color) skin. Her warm and welcoming smile greeted him like a cozy hug and he couldn't help but stare at her.

" Hello?", she asked, her voice sounding soft and gentle, as if she was an angel, that came down to earth just for him.

Her face changed and turned into a frightened one immediately as she recognized his features. She must've recognized him from the news or from stories his brother told her, he thought, but that wasn't the case. Not at all.

" Omg, Xander! What happened to your face?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" She rushed directly towards him.

" Uhm, hello..? No, no Miss, I'm Jerome, Jeremiah's, uh, I mean Xanders' long lost twin brother.", he answered nervously.

Why did he stutter? And why did he lie? Well, it wasn't exactly a lie, but he wasn't honest either. How could the presence of a woman make him this nervous? He should've shot her right then and there. But he couldn't. She was too. .. breathtaking and.. . interesting to kill. He somehow knew she was different. He felt it.

Her expression softened and her smile found its way back onto her face. She hugged him as a greeting, which kinda took him by surprise.

" Omg hello!", she grinned. " I didn't know Xan had a twin. Glad to meet you! I'm YN." You held out your hand for him to shake.

...Xan?

You had a nickname for him? Was he your boyfriend? Jerome came to kill his brother, only to fall for his girlfriend? Wow. That was weird, even for him. And how could someone like Miah even pull a girl like you? Tf?

„ Nice, nice to meet you too YN.", was all he could bring himself to say.

" Xan will be so happy to hear that you're here and that you found him."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the front door with her.

" Come in. Follow me.", she said as she closed the door behind them.

The sudden touch of hers took him by surprise as he stumbled after her into the building.

It was silent for a bit, only the sound of their footsteps against the concrete was to be heard.

Then Jerome found the courage to speak up.

" Sooo YN.. is "Xander" like.. you know... your boyfriend?" He found it so awkward to ask you that, whyever that was, but he just had to. He had to know that to contemplate, whether he had to kidnap or kill you if his brother really was your boyfriend.

She stopped in her tracks to turn around and look at him, only to burst out in laughter.

" Oh god, no.", you giggled. " I'm his assistant and we're like best friends. No romantic feelings between us, really. But I live here. We both needed someone to live with and we've worked together before since we met at St.Ignatius and became best friends there and later, roommates. And here we are."

He was relieved. You weren't with his brother. But were you single? He knew he was there for a different reason and definitely not to go all heart-eyed over his brother's best friend and assistant, but the question occupied his mind completely.

You stopped in front of a door and put your key card in front of the card reader.

" We're here.", you said. "This is the living room. Make yourself comfortable, Jerome. Do you want anything to drink?"

He nodded.

" Soo we have coffee, a few types of tea, water, hot chocolate or orange juice. What would you like?", you asked him with a genuine smile.

" Oh, uhm, coffee sounds amazing. Thank you."

You nodded.

"I'll be right back."

And with that, you turned around and left into the kitchen, which was right next to the living room.

" Xan should arrive here soon too btw. I think in half an hour or so. I'd be happy to have you stay here and accompany me while we wait for him. Only if that's fine for you, tho.", you smiled.

Jerome had always been able to accurately identify and define his feelings. He was also able to consider and assess them rationally. And right now, he felt something he never thought he could feel. Admiration and joyful excitement.

You could've told him to leave or come back when Jeremiah was home or given him an appointment to meet up with his brother. But you didn't. No, furthermore, you invited him to stay with you and said you would like him to accompany you. You weren't even a little bit scared of him, not even because of his "awful" features, which he found sometimes. No, you didn't do any of that. Instead, you were genuinely nice to him and treated him like everybody else, or rather special.

You made him feel wanted just by these small things you did and your naturally nice behavior, which was quite rare for him.

He thought he had, no, he was sure that he had developed a small crush on you. Even though it was unusual for him to trust someone that easily or feel drawn to someone, especially that fast, he wasn't afraid of it at all.

It felt like being near you lifted all the weight he carried off his shoulders without effort. And he wasn't scared to experience these new feelings, because he felt like they wouldn't do him bad at all. It was strange but exciting at the same time and he couldn't wait to learn more about you.

You two chatted a bit until you noticed that you hadn't informed Xan about your guest.

" Sorry, I hate to interrupt you, but I just noticed, that I haven't told Xan about you being here. Lemme just send him a message real quick."

He panicked immediately. What if Miah warned her about him and made her have a different view of him? I mean, sooner or later, Miah would come home and she would find out, who Jerome 'really' is, yeah. But he didn't want their nice little talk and their shared time to end so soon.

"Uhm, YN?", he spoke up, his voice rather quiet. The young woman looked from her phone, back up at him, a questioning expression on her face.

"Could you maybe not tell him I'm here?" His low voice now sounded rather hesitant. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit in astonishment.

"I...I wanted to surprise him. After all this time we haven't seen each other, you know?" He was surprised by himself. He said those words with such emotion, that even he himself would've believed that he missed his brother that much.

Her astonished expression settled again and gave way to a lovely smile.

"Oh yeah, sure! That's a very sweet idea. Xan will be so happy to see you", the young woman cheered.

Jerome exhaled in relief but then lowered his head as well as his voice.

"I doubt that. See, I wasn't always the best brother for him, you know. It may be that he doesn't want to see me at all, let alone talk to me or even have me here. Don't be disappointed then, YN. It's okay, really. I don't want to bother you two. Really, I don't."

He said that. And he sounded like he really missed his brother or felt sorry for the things he did.

Did he? No, very surely he did not. He came here o kill Miah, not to reunite with him and be like 'best buddies'.

But he didn't feel as if what he told the girl before was a lie. Because it wasn't.

The sad undertone in his voice was not a result of missing his brother so much, no. It was because he knew that when Miah returned, he would no longer be able to spend time with the beautiful young lady sitting across from him at that very moment, looking at him sympathetically.

She had changed everything for him in that short time. He had already heard that when you are in love, you no longer have control over what you feel and think. But he had never experienced it. Until this very moment.

No.

Until that moment when she opened the door for him.

" Jerome, please. How could someone, especially Xander, ever be that resentful."

He sighed.

He contemplated telling her the truth. That his brother built this whole bunker they're living in, just to protect them from him.

But he didn't.

Because he was... scared. This was the first time since he killed his mother that he was truly afraid of something.

He feared losing her. And it was more terrifying than anything else.

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While Jerome and YN chatted and got to know each other better, Jeremiah just then received a text from her.

> Hey Xan! You home soon? We have a surprise guest. C ya.<

At first, he thought of it as a normal text she would send him. Everything was fine.

But then it hit him like a crash.

Nobody knew where they lived. Nobody.

He panicked immediately and quickly got in his car, so he could be home as fast as possible. What if YN was in danger but didn't know yet? He could never forgive himself if something happened to her.

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word count: 1820

The first part of a new short series (probably gonna be 2 or 3 parts again). Hope y'all like it.

C ya

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[nvoirs]

Hello lipgloss, I'm sorry this took so long it was put of for a while :/ I really do appreciate you taking time to send in stuff because I don't think I'm going to get a lot of Ada asks but it's alright.

Anyways, I wrote a little drabble about that incident you asked about 🤭

Pairing: Stepmom!ada x female reader.

Disclaimers: stepcest, cussing, fingering.

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She's pretty. She's got the type of figure to die for. She's charming and has the persona of an angel according to your dad. Ada was in fact exactly what your dad described her, like the brightest star that shone in the dim sky.

She had moved in months ago, your life felt more vibrant. She filled the gap your mother left all those years ago, her motherly instincts kicking in when she knew something was wrong. But she also felt like a friend. Ada was rather young, a lot younger than your dad she was only about five years older than you. So it felt quite comforting to have someone close to your age in the house to chat to.

But that all changed one evening. Your dad was working a late shift, he had left a sticky note reminding you Ada was still home if you needed anything. He still uses sticky notes instead of just texting you, you really needed to teach him how to use messages.

You wouldn't realise you'd have seen your stepmom naked, dripping wet from the shower. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” You ducked your head down and quickly scurried from the bathroom. You didn't hear anything from Ada but you also couldn't see the grin spread across her face.

Later that night, you couldn't stop thinking about how you had walked in on her. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, she had great breasts and they sat just right perky nipples erected. And that's all you could capture before you were fleeing from the bathroom.

A knock sounded at your door, and you jumped from the noise. “Can I come in.” You heard Ada's mellow voice on the other end of the door.

Smoothing your hair down you cleared your thoughts before replying “sure, come on in.” She opened the door before shutting it behind her. “Hi.” She said approaching your bed and sitting down beside you.

“Hey” you nodded biting your lip, had you really just ruined your relationship with a woman who could possibly become your mother figure by seeing her naked?

Before she could speak you interrupted. “I'm so sorry about earlier, I had no idea y-”

“Its fine. It was my fault for not locking the door please don't blame yourself and besides we're both girls.” She winked at you.

That was odd, Ada felt a little of tonight. You didn't really want to think about it but she felt flirty. “So you got a boyfriend?” Alarmed by her question you just went along with her. "I do, but we're probably going to break up things haven't been going so well."

“I see.. would you like me to make it up to you?” Confused by her offer you denied her request. “It's ok Ada, I really don't need anything.”

“I insist It won't take up your whole night.” You caved in at that point “sure then I guess” Still confused you watched her slide of her silk dressing robe. You gasped as she was yet again completely naked. “Ada what are y-” She cut you off. “I saw the way you looked at me in the bathroom, I can make you feel a lot better then your small dick of a boyfriend.” She chuckled crawling over to you. “But my dad-”

“He doesn't need to know sweetheart”

“So can I help you out? Pretty.”

“Please.” You barely whispered, feeling your panties drooling arousal beginning to soil your underwear. “I can help you. She licked the tip of your ear, before giving it a playful tug.

She pulled down your sleeping shorts, pressing her palm against your clothed pussy. Earning a yelp from you as the pressure quickly brought a clouded sense of pleasure to your sleepy brain. Pushing your t-shirt up so your breasts we're exposed to the cool air, she played with one nipple rolling and tugging between her slender fingers before slapping the air. You whimpered, cunt beginning to ache, ache for her fingers to stretch you out.

It had been so long since you had someone penetrate you, weeks since you and your boyfriend had had sex that you were so desperate you were allowing your sexy stepmom to help you out. She yanked your underwear of completely leaving your bottom half exposed. Her eyes we're set on your glistening cunt.

“This all for me pretty? ” you nodded unable to form a coherent sentence your pussy aching to be relieved. Her crimson lips turned up into a smile. “How cute.”

A blush seared across your cheeks as she slid one slender finger into your opening. A stinging pain from being stretched after a while hurt and you hissed in pain, your fingernails digging into your palms. “Look at me.” Ada steered your face towards her own with one manicured hand. “it's ok your going to be ok, sweetheart.”

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𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝟐𝟎€

Have you ever wondered why you meet certain people that can change your heart in a certain way? This reading may give you a clue on the meaning for knowing each other. A look at what this relationship will bring you and the purpose behind this connection.

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐯 - 𝟏𝟎€

How about a take from someone who sees things from another perspective? In this reading I’ll tell you how I would describe you to your [person] as a psychic

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟒€

In reverse how would your [person] describe you if they were honest? A look at what you are like in their eyes + a song showing how they imagine their future life with you.

𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐜 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝟏𝟎€

Isn’t it romantic? Communicating in the old way. Here is a sweet love letter from your person

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 - 𝟕€

Love can blind but don’t let it be too late for you to return back. This reading provides a look at what red flags you didn’t see and what you are ignorant about in your relationship

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟕€

Hidden feelings for you. From whom could it be? Let’s see who is secretly having feelings for you and how do they feel about you now.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝟕€

you are single and want to manifest some love into your life? let's take a look at what you can do to attract love in order to meet a partner

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 - 𝟓€

16 facts about your [person’s] good and bad qualities

𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝟒€

Do you want to know what’s being kept hidden in them? But don’t tell nobody! This reading tells you about 2 random secrets of your [person]

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ᥫ᭡ 18+ 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ᥫ᭡

[customizable: pls specify preferred person]

DISCLAIMER HERE ⊂ 🍸 ⊃

NO MINORS ALLOWED! You’re responsible for your own choice. I do not take any responsibility if an Age fabrication were to take place. In this case you’ll be blocked from further interaction and using my services.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝟐𝟕€

nsfw reading that covers aspects such as your first time together, their fantasies and their late night thoughts about you

𝐏𝐘𝐋𝐌 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟓€

Their sexual style, possible kinks & favorite things

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰… - 𝟖€

You little thing. You make me blush. What could this be about? This reading shows you what are the things that will make your [person] shy about you and what will make you shy about them

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 - 𝟗€

It’s your aura. It’s the energy that’s coming from you. This reading describes what your sexual aura & energy is like.

𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝟏𝟎€

What is your power to wrap them around your finger that easily? This reading talks about your sexual power

𝐀 𝐠𝐨𝐝/𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝟔€

Can’t look away. There is a reason for that. Here you’ll know what your sexual appeal is like and how it's perceived by those around you

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 - 𝟏𝟎€

Sweet or sour? What does it feel like to have s*x with you

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝟏𝟓€

nsfw reading about what they love about you. This can range from your characteristics, skills, appearance to a combination of how you make them feel and what they feel about you sexually.

𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 & 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝟏𝟐€

Obsessed with you! What turns them on & what drives them crazy about you? Here’s the answer.

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝟐𝟎€

We’re all lead by our senses. Touch is one way to open the gate of feelings. This reading tells what do they feel when they touch you & how do you feel when you touch them.

𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐤𝐲 - 𝟏𝟓€

"It’s the feeling when your hands running down my body". This reading gives a look at your intimacy with each other. How does your sexual dynamic work together?

𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟕€

It’s getting hot in here! This reading shows your sexual chemistry with each other

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 - 𝟖€

Can I show you how it’s supposed to feel? This reading shows how they like to make love with you

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝟔€

Lust or love? Here are 20 sexy love messages from your [person]

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⌑ 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ⌑

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫 - 𝟔€

Ever wondered what type of career you can or should do? Let’s take a look at your skills and abilities to see what type of career would suit you best.

𝐌𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 - 𝟗€

You know what you want to do but still have doubts about it? I got you. This reading gives a look on what skills will be required of you in your career & what steps you must take in order to achieve this career.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 - 𝟓€

Busy days, busy nights. A look at your current energy in your job and work. What needs improvement?

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｡ ⟡ 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ｡ ⟡

𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 - 𝟓 €

Did you realize how we always search for love in everyone and everything other than us? Why not give love to yourself? You’re the cause of your existence. The cause of all. A message to yourself in a loving, most sincere and beautiful way. This is a love letter to yourself.

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟕€

A remedy for all ills; cure-all. A solution for all difficulties. Self love is the best thing in the world and the answer to everything. Do you want to know how? This reading will show you ways to love yourself more.

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐚’𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 • 𝐢𝐧-𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡) - 𝟏𝟓€

Take a look at what makes you happy and how to open your heart and promotes feelings of unconditional love, compassion, forgiveness, peace, balance and harmony.

𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 - 𝟔€

Life is beautiful in many ways. We just don’t see it because we’re so focused on the negative things that makes our life only harder. This reading shows how and in what aspect you are blessed with in your life.

𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞 - 𝟓€

It’s your vibe but how do I explain this? This reading tells you what your energy is like

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝟔€

Cold, hot, warm? This reading points out how you come across to others at first meeting

𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 - 𝟓€

Those eyes that can kill or melt one’s heart. This reading tells what people think when they look in your eyes

𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰 - 𝟏𝟓€

A take on how you see yourself vs how others see you + a bonus of how you would describe yourself in your own words vs how others would describe you from their pov

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 - 𝟕€

A look at some of your unique traits and qualities to know why you should and can be proud of them

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮! - 𝟔€

Do you know that we’re actually the one who’s constantly judging ourselves and not others? This reading gives a view on why you shouldn’t be insecure

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟕€

Ever thought of why people admire you? This will give the answer to what’s so special about you that others look up to.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 - 𝟏𝟓€

What is the (secret) power that you hold and how to channel it + your hidden talents

𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 - 𝟓€

What do you keep to yourself? This reading shows what people find mysterious about you

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐭 - 𝟓€

Trendsetter. Not everyone can be and do that. This reading tells you what others copy from you

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 - 𝟕€

How do you look? This reading describes what type of beauty you have

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 - 𝟕€

Star quality but do you know what makes it? This reading tells you just what makes you a star

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫 - 𝟕€

What distorted picture do you have of yourself?

𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡- 𝟓€

Ever wondered why some people react strongly to you? This reading gives you the reason to why and in what way you trigger others

𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 - 𝟓€

Do you want to know how you are perceived online? This reading will tell how you are viewed online

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟖€

So beautiful inside and outside. A reading that tells what makes you beautiful in general and in the eyes of other people

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 - 𝟓€

We’re not perfect. This reading reveals both your strengths and weaknessess

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝟏𝟎€

Beauty exists in us even if it’s not the perfect image of what we think or even if it’s not visible to our eyes yet. This reading gives ways to how you can enhance your beauty even more. This will include physical, emotional and personality characteristics.

𝐌𝐞, 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 - 𝟕€

How are you feeling? Do you also sometimes feel like you don’t know what you’re feeling and how confusing it all is but at the same time all feels empty? It’s because you don’t have a clue or know the answer to yourself. This reading provides a look at your current energy and how to improve it for better.

𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝟔 €

Peace of mind is the essential part for human to function well and prevent health issues to take a toll on us so this reading lets you figure out what’s stressing you and what you can focus on right now to ease and release that stress.

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 & 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝟏𝟎€

We’ve been though a lot. This is all we need, don’t you think? This reading shows where you are on the path to healing and what’s still left to heal.

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 - 𝟏𝟓€

What does your soul tell you? This reading shows ways that you're healing and suggest more ways for you to heal your soul.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 - 𝟖€

We are all energy living in this universe and experiencing life but you know what keeps us alive… is our soul. This reading shows you how to nurture your soul to experience life whole-fully.

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝟗€

You said you don’t wanna be sad anymore so what are the things that you can do to be happier and focus on your growth? You can find that out in this option.

𝐌𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟓€

Have you ever thought about what’s the only thing that would and can last forever if we were gone? It’s love. Here you might find the light that will guide you back to your capacity to give love.

𝐒𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 - 𝟗€

"I want to be me but better!". This reading helps you to know how to and find ways for you to evolve into a better version of yourself.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐦𝐞! - 𝟖€

Like a different person! This reading provides a look at your old version vs your best version. What has changed?

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 - 𝟏𝟎€

Hidden in you. Is it fulfilled? A look at your inner child. How does it look like and what are the things that your inner child is missing and craving from you?

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝟏𝟐€

We sometimes forget or even don’t see how far we’ve come. It’s time to celebrate yourself. In this reading you’ll be reminded of your achievements, growth, transformation and development so far.

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐞 - 𝟑𝟎€

The purpose to your existence. This reading gives you an insight to what your soul mission is in this lifetime

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝟏𝟓€

Some of the lessons you need to learn

𝐎𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 - 𝟐𝟎€

This reading provides a look at how you can find your way to your purpose

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 - 𝟓€

The feeling of the unknown. This reading might give a clue on what secrets are being kept from you

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞 - 𝟓€

Danger and ill intentions are lurking around the corner. This reading advices you on what you should keep hidden from others

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝟓€

"Can’t bring myself to say it but in case you forget…". This reading tells you what people wish they could say to you

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☾. 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☾.

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝟕€

This reading shows what miracles and blessing the universe has for you and will bring you

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 - 𝟗€

This reading will tell what wish of yours might come into fruition and what to do to make it happen

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 - 𝟏𝟏€

This reading looks up on which spirit guide(s) has visited you and will pass you their messages

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 - 𝟕€

Comforting messages and advices from your higher self

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✼ 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕 ✼

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝟔€

What does this [month] has in store for you including what is coming towards you and what you can do to make the best out of it

𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝟕€

How would your life look like in the next few months and what are you attracting at the moment?

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ㅤஂ 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔ㅤஂ

[customizable: pls specify preferred person]

𝐲𝐞𝐬/𝐧𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝟏€ 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 (Note that your question shouldn’t be topics that I don’t do)

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝟏𝟒€

Vibe; aesthetic of your [person]/ your relationship with them/ your dream life/ your dream career/ aesthetic; style based on your energy

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 - 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝟑€

𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟎€

do you need a quick answer? choose this option and receive your answer within 48h (Your question should not fit the description of another reading option. Note that your question shouldn’t be topics that I don’t do)

𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 - 𝟕€

do you want a reading but want it to be your own question? You can! (Your question should not fit the description of another reading option. Note that your question shouldn’t be topics that I don’t do)

"𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬" 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟓€

This reading consists of your own three questions related to anything (Your question should not fit the description of another reading option. Note that your question shouldn’t be topics that I don’t do)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝟓€

This reading tells you what you need to hear right now.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 - 𝟑€

30 Keywords hinting at what you’re attracting at the moment

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝟑€

Random messages related to your love life telling how it’ll look like in the next few months

𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫 - 𝟒€

short honest messages to how to open a new chapter in your life and what you need to leave behind to start a new cycle

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 - 𝟒€

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Early Morning Breeze cont.

arthur morgan x f!reader ꔫ 8.1k ꔫ domestic sadness + angst, some violence too, idk what happened but this got kinda sad // based off of the Dolly Parton song // religious themes

A/N: this is a pt. 2 because people to seem to be asking for it! can be read by itself/ as a stand-alone but if you want to read pt 1 it's here: Early Morning Breeze

“So, tell him with the occurents, more or less, which have solicited. The rest is silence.” Your head lolls to the side, tongue sticking out. Jack giggles. You crack an eye open. “You don’t make for a very convincing Horatio, Jack.” 

He giggles again, leaning back into the grass. “I don’t know how it goes.” 

Propping yourself up onto your elbows, you hum. “That could be an issue.” 

“What happens next?” 

You think, trying desperately to remember a play you haven’t read since you were a teenager. A gunshot sounds in the distance. Ravens fly into the air in a wild blunder, black embers ripping across the sky. 

Just a hunter. You pray it’s just a hunter. 

“Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince,” you grab Jack, fussing his hair with a tight smile, “And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!” You turn back to the forest, eyes narrowing. Another gunshot sounds. “Why does the drum come hither?” 

He pulls away, hands on your shoulder. “What does that mean?” 

“Well it means,” and you try to come up with an intelligent answer. You couldn’t be bothered. “It means Horatio is very sad.” 

“That’s sad.” 

You nod. “It is, isn’t it?” 

Jack stands up, eyes searching the grass for a stick. Something to wack and stab with. “Are there any happy plays?” 

You snort, laying back in the grass. “Maybe.” 

“Do you know them?” He bends down, poking around in the mud. 

“It seems the happy ones haven’t stood the test of time, Jack.” 

He turns back to you, twig in hand— small and frail— too skinny and too young to be a sword. 

“Uncle Hosea said the same thing.” 

Your eyes look to the sky, gray and heavy. The sun never seems to shine in Beaver Hollow. Another gunshot sounds. 

“He did.” 

Jack circles around you, swinging his twig uselessly. “Did Uncle Hosea like Hamlet?” 

You sit up, knees coming to your chest childishly, as if Hosea were still blonde and still alive. 

“Uncle Hosea liked it.” He didn’t. He liked A Midsummer Night’s Dream more. Lovers gone mad and neurotic. Deluded by their own frivolous needs. Or deluded by pixies. 

Pixies would be preferable. 

You clear your throat, shrugging. “But he liked reading all sorts of things, not just plays.” 

Jack drops his twig, already gone in search for something stronger. “Reading’s boring.” 

“Well, you will be the most bored lawyer in the world then.”

He groans, head dropping. “I don’t want to be a lawyer!” 

You snort, standing and brushing at your skirts of any grass or mud that could have stuck. “Tell that to your Ma.” 

Jack huffs as if the gray skies have fallen to his little shoulders: the weight of the world settled onto a four-year-old. 

“She doesn’t care,” he bemoans.

Your hands go to your hips, head tilting as you look his little body over. “She doesn’t care?” 

And he nods furiously, pouting indignantly.

“Well then, if she doesn’t care you would be stuck at Mr. Bronte’s,” you poke at his ribs, “eating pasta for the rest of your life!” 

He smacks your hand, frowning. “I like pasta!” 

You wave him off. “You’d get tired of it after a year.” 

“Not true!” 

“True.” 

“Not!” 

Laughing, you bend down to fix the collar of his jacket, tightening it against the chill that permanently hangs over north New Hanover. Just another beast to fight against with the impending militia of Pinkertons, Cornwalls, and O’Driscolls. 

Another gunshot sounds, closer this time. Jack grabs for your skirts, eyes peering into the forest– more curious than scared. Thank God. 

“It’s just a hunter,” you sooth, patting his back. But he stares for a moment longer. Another torrent of ravens flies over the both of you, cawing loudly. North American banshees. They seem to break his stupor– he grabs for your hand and pulls you from the trees. 

“Let’s go home,” he declares. And you follow, knowing it’s best to get back anyway, lest suspicion grows. 

Whether it be crazed or not, suspicion is suspicion. 

Molly was not spared, and though you have been with the gang longer than most, there’s a growing despair in your heart, an amalgamation of wailing demons that’s telling you mercy would not be shown. Your efforts, everything you’ve given– whether it was your all or not– will not save you. 

This is out of your control. 

Now, admittedly, it has never, ever been in your control, and you would be a fool to think it ever was. 

But beyond control, you barely have a choice anymore. What can you possibly do? As Dutch’s mind rots away– festering and bubbling synapses– you can only act as an audience member, chained to your seat. 

It’s maddening. 

But you blame the cold. The frigid air for the sleepless nights and trembling fingers. The biting breezes for your nauseating headaches. 

Arthur’s getting worried about you. 

You’re getting nervy in your old age, Sean used to joke. But it’s not his supposed old age; it’s not him at all. It’s Dutch and it’s you and it’s the loss of Hosea. His devastation is apparent but he refuses to speak about it, like a stubborn child holding their breath. 

Refuses to admit it because, just like you, he thinks that if he does, something bad is actually happening. And there’s only so much you can do for a person who can’t stand help in the same way he can’t stand celery in his stew or the way you tuck your cold hands under his stomach as he sleeps. 

Once again, this is out of your control. 

But you let yourself ignore it as Jack tugs harder, pulling you into camp and towards the dying fire. 

It was quiet at Shady Belle, but here in Beaver Hollow it is silent– and this aching, foreign silence ripples excruciatingly through your bones as Jack warms his hands. But you prefer it. Prefer it over the arguing and killing. 

Better it be silent. 

But it seems your luck has dwindled— not a new development— and Dutch is now hollering. For you. 

Shit.

There’s an attempt to ignore him; you would cut your ears off and burn them in an act of morbid defiance if that’s what it took to get him to stop. But Micah is watching. His Cerberus. 

So you bid Jack farewell and step towards Dutch; back straight, fingers clasped tightly as if you were entering a confessional. 

You have no sins to reveal though. Nothing to worry about. So why are you? 

“There you are, my dear,” and he closes the flap of the tent behind you. 

“Dutch,” you greet softly. 

“I have a gift for you.” 

You turn to him, brow raised. “A gift?” 

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he walks over to his nightstand, “it’s insulting.” 

You laugh breathlessly and shake your head. “Sorry.” 

And he gives you a book. It’s not big, not very extravagant, but that’s why it intrigues you. Because with Dutch, things are always big and always extravagant. 

He doesn’t really know how else to live. As a fish to water, a man to money. 

Carefully, you open the cover, eyeing the title. “An Essay Concerning Human Understanding,” your mouth hangs open, almost in confusion, “this is,” frankly, “old.” 

“I know. He’s no Miller or Emerson, but Locke certainly had some things to say.” 

All men do if they think hard enough. 

You nod a bit. “I think I read it before. When I was in school.” 

Dutch leans back on his desk. “Have you really?” 

You flip further, hands delicate on the yellowed pages, drying leaves at your fingertips. Another frailed, withering mind contained in words. “Something about parrots.” 

He chuckles, crossing his arms, and you look into the air. Thinking beyond your body. 

“Therefore some, not only children, but men, speak several words no otherwise than parrots do, only because they have learned them, and have been accustomed to those sounds.” You turn back to the pages. “Parrots.” 

Dutch eyes you wildly. As if maybe he could cut your brain out and replace his with yours. 

You pretend not to notice, deciding to shut the book and turn to him.

“Thank you.” 

“You’re very welcome.” 

You can’t help but wonder. “Why these essays? Why Locke?” 

He shrugs lazily. “Thought of you when I saw it. You did always like the analytical ones.” 

Not really. It was always such a drag, having to read fifteen pages on one point. They were actually Dutch’s favorite, but you never had the heart to go against his taste. And now, a question lies laced in your exponentially drying saliva— though you should leave while the silence still hangs. 

While you still have a chance.

“Is this it?” You ask, pressing the book to your side. 

“No,, no.” 

Of course. But you bite your tongue and accept your fate. It is in part your fault.

“What is it, Dutch?” 

He comes off of his desk, approaching you slowly. “I need a favor from you.” 

Funnily enough, you smile coyly; like everything that’s happened in the last few months subsequently hasn’t. Like you’re still in Blackwater. Like you’re still one big, messy family. “When do you not?” 

He smiles at you too, gently and softly, the excrements of a memory. 

“What’s the favor?” 

“I need you to go to Blackwater.” 

You freeze. And your despair deepens, cauterizing every cell and nerve until you become numb. “What?” 

“Now, I know it sounds crazy, but I have a plan.” 

“You always have a plan,” and it comes out harsher than you intended. Harsher than you really expected. And it makes him freeze, face dropping, eyes darkening infinitely. Ravens. 

“Listen to me,”

“Dutch, no.” 

“Listen,” 

“I can’t,” 

“Listen!” He grabs your shoulders harshly. You can almost remember how the act used to be comforting. Why does it feel so long ago? His breathing is harsh against your cheeks and nose— panicked— as you wait for him to put a bullet in your head. Why doesn’t he just do it already? “I just, I have a plan but I need your help.” 

“Blackwater? Blackwater!?” 

“Just hear me out!” And there’s an urgent shake to your shoulders, silencing you. “You go in anonymously, or disguised,” 

“You go in disguise!” 

“I can’t,” 

“You,” 

“I can’t! They know me, they know my face, they’ll know it’s me! They know Arthur and everyone else, they know us. You have to do this for me,” his plea is frenzied, strange and uncoordinated on his deep voice. 

“And they don’t know me?!” You counter. “Dutch, they know me too!” 

His grip tightens on your shoulders. “There’s money there. More than you can imagine. I need you, I’m begging you to do this,” his hands raise to cup your face.

“I’ll die.” 

“No, no you won’t,” he takes a deep inhale, “I have a plan.”

“I don’t care.” 

“Listen. You go in, wail about how the Van Der Linde gang kidnapped and raped you,” 

“For eight years?” You add incredulously. He pulls away, hands gripping into fists, begging. 

“They’ll let you live. You’re lucky to be a woman.”

Lucky. 

“You have plausible deniability,” he continues, “and then you can grab the money and go. And then it’ll be okay! We’ll be okay.” He revises. “We can go to Tahiti or the Philippines, whatever you want, just as long,” and he takes a breath, “as you get that money.” 

You shake your head desperately. 

“You have to.” 

Silence falls, one pair of terrified eyes looking into the other. You trust this man; a strange blemish of a father figure; and you can only pray that he sees your humanity and eases. 

But perhaps that part of him has finally been discarded: the understanding caretaker. You have entered Exodus.

You rack your mind for options or scapegoats; something that will keep you far away from that city and maybe alive. “Does Arthur know about this plan?” You ask hesitantly. It’s a stupid question, makes you feel like a real whore, but you know it’ll make Dutch pause. 

And he turns away, huffing. “Why does that matter?” 

“It matters to me,” you say, diminishing your earlier aggression. Anger will get nowhere with him. It’ll only send him into another paranoid fit: guns blazing, mind wilting.

Spreading plague and famine. 

Dutch looks back at you, eyes gleaming with a kind of savagery that humans were never even meant to know. “And if he did know? And he agreed? What would you do?” 

You swallow. “I’d put a gun to his head.” 

He raises a brow, grossly curious. “Really?” 

You take a deep breath. “I will not risk my life for this plan.” 

Something snaps. You’re not sure what it is, but it does. “You won’t risk your life for this gang,” he says pointedly. Accusatory. And any sort of love or affection he ever had for you has left. Gone is the man who pulled you from the arms of abusive professors and ravenous nuns. Gone is the man who dressed and fed you like his own. Gone is the man you first believed in.

Now you’re being confronted with Dutch Van Der Linde. 

“I have always risked my life for this gang.” You assert, your fingers shaking, almost dropping the book. 

“Have you?” 

“Yes. I have.” You step away, eyes unable to stay with his. “I always have.” 

“So why don’t you now?” 

“Because I’m,” ‘Tired. Worn. Sick of fighting for an imaginary future,’ “Because I don’t want to die, Dutch.” 

“You won’t die.” And unlike the former compassionate assertion that statement used to be, it’s grown cold: a matter of fact. 

“You have such a way of promising things,” you muster, lips pursing with grief. Grief for a man who is standing and breathing. 

His hands rise, fingers pressing into his temples as if he could will the rot from his mind with one simple act. “Go.” 

And you do. You won’t waste a second if it means life or death. 

You’re relieved to feel just how cold the air is outside his tent. It’s chilling, almost painful, but it’s better— angel’s breath across your furrowed brow. But the relief is eradicated when you make eye contact with Micah who, of course, is sitting just outside Dutch’s tent. 

His fingers fiddle grotesquely, preparing to dissect and devour. 

“Since when did you go yellow? You were always the feisty one. Morgan must be rubbin’ off on ya.”

Your jaw clenches.

“It’s a shame really,” he grins, revealing rows of crooked teeth. “I always liked that about you.” 

You walk away. He follows. 

“Oh, but you have been so uppity lately. I wonder what it is. Morgan hurt ya?” He taunts.

You continue your path, neither speeding up nor slowing down.  

“Nah, he ain’t the type. Too soft and too dumb to be hittin’ his woman.” 

There must be something someone needs you to do.

“Ohhhh, I know what it is,” Micah feigns realization. “Bet he hasn’t fucked you in a while. Broodmare missing it, ain’t ya?” 

The camp seems so empty.

“I can help with that,” Micah steps closer, voice louder. “Why don’t you meet me tonight?” 

Your hands twitch uselessly at your side.

“One o’clock. Outside. Just you and me. I’ll give it to ya good.” 

You pause. 

“Out by the Kamasa. No one will know. Morgan won’t know.” And he finally comes into your peripheral, a mass of sin and maggots. “What do you say? Yes or no.” 

Turning slowly, you eye him with a violent look. Something vicious that Dutch taught you. But you walk away again— and this time he doesn’t follow. 

Entering your tent, you slam the book down onto your cot before collapsing next to it, face mashing into the pillow; a rotten peach to an oversized, cotton pacifier. 

You scream a bit. Then sigh. Scream a bit more. Roll onto your side. Stare at the photos Arthur has hung up. 

He looks like his father. The first time you saw the mugshot you told him that too, and he didn’t seem pleased with the notion. But they’re twins. 

Same easy eyes. Same strong jaw. Same pout. 

You’ve always wondered what his parents would think of you. Would his father think you were a waste of time? Or just a whore? How about his mother? Was she kind? Would she have been protective? It doesn’t matter though, and you should probably stop groveling. 

Especially because the tent has opened, Arthur stepping in with searching eyes. His nose crinkles into a funny smile when he sees you. 

“There she is.”

“Hi.” 

He walks over, sitting at the edge of the cot by your hip. “Gonna tell me why yer in a mood.” 

“No,” you rise, scooting to sit next to him, “mainly because I’m not in a mood.” 

“Yer always in a mood.” 

“Says you,” and you stand, flicking his hat as you do. For a moment you think to stop, ask Arthur if he’s heard anything about Blackwater from Dutch. But you decide against it when you see the darkening eye bags, the deepening cheekbones. 

He’s been running himself dry. 

It’s painful to watch— he really has been reduced to a workhorse. Something to plow the fields so that Dutch can sow the seeds of another fruitless plan. 

And the worst part? He’s afraid: just as much as you and everyone else.

But he will never admit it. 

He couldn’t. Because if anything, no matter how much he hates it all— this weight he’s pulling— he cares too much to let it go. He would rather collapse under the strain than leave you without something to pick at; fruit or not. 

It’s a pattern of self-inflicted abuse he revels in. 

Because when love is shot in bullet dosages, you learn to lick your wounds and ignore the blood. I’m used to it, Arthur will tell you. It doesn’t help. There was a time when you had hoped to show him something different, and you have, but you’re starting to believe it will always be an uncomfortable novelty. 

Your silver spoon, a frivolous nuisance. 

Sighing, you bend down and kiss his cheek. “You should rest.” 

“I ain’t all that tired.” 

“You certainly look like it.” 

“Callin’ me ugly?” 

You scoff, shoving his shoulder gently. “You do that enough for the both of us.” 

“Guess so,” and Arthur plays with your hands a bit, thumb rubbing at your ring finger— what used to be a pale band of skin there has tanned and calloused. Time has gotten the best of you. “Got a pretty good catch today, so maybe the stew won’t be so bad,” he speculates out loud. 

“That’s like hoping a dog hasn’t licked itself.” 

Arthur snorts, rising to wrap an arm around your shoulders and kiss your jaw. “Bah, I ain’t that hungry anyway.” 

“So much on your metaphorical plate keeping you full, hm?” 

“Sure,” and he rubs your back a bit before pulling away. “I’ll see ya tonight though?” 

You bite your cheek. “Maybe.” 

“Just maybe?” 

“I don’t know, Arthur.” 

“What don’t you know?” 

You smile hollowly to yourself, shaking your head. “It’s nothing. Just thinking.” 

“You do that too much.” 

“Yeah, and so do you, so,” and you push him towards the tent’s exit, “go manhandle a log or something.” 

“Sometimes I think ya hate me,” he complains, but he’s smiling. And naturally, you smile back. 

“Maybe I do. Woe is you.” 

His face drops. “I hate when you talk like that.” 

“Like what?”  

“A damn pompous fool.” 

“Awe,” you smile, patting his cheek. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” 

He raises a brow. “I’d rather you not.” 

“No, it’s a quo- oh nevermind.” 

“Thou art more lovely and more temperate,” he finishes for you. Seems Hosea taught him something. You beam.

“I am, thank you,” and you fix your apron around your waist, “see ya later.” 

“Tonight.” 

“Okay.” 

He sags in the corner of your eye. Beaver Hollow has created a strange, shared disappointment. It’s new, and you’ve both grown too weary to try and fix it. 

Once we get out of here, Arthur keeps telling you. Over and over again, his mantra. It used to be comforting but now it just makes you sick, cigarette smoke blown in your face: insulting and demeaning. 

You won’t have it anymore. 

So you walk away— off to find another meaningless chore that will distract you for the time being. You have nothing else to do with yourself. 

Moving hay bales around, you ouch and ooh at the way the straws poke and scratch, but pay no real mind. The horses have served as some source of comfort during this time; you often find yourself drifting towards them thoughtlessly. 

Precarious creatures they are, but there’s an inherent kindness to their mannerisms. 

You brush and pat them; feed them sugar cubes and peppermints because you might as well spoil something. Sadie joins you eventually, braiding Hera’s mane lovingly. A sister in arms.

You don’t know Sadie very well. Well, you know she’s good with a gun and has a temper, but you like that. She reminds you of yourself when you first joined the gang. 

Ruthless.

Though you can’t say you blame her. In fact, you’d rather she be ruthless and mean and brutal. To an extent, you admire that sort of malicious strength— praying you still contain it. 

You offer Sadie a peppermint for Hera, and she smiles politely, uttering a thank you. And then you’re off again, searching to make yourself useful. 

Dinner is as peaceful as it possibly can be. Jack’s already dozed off, but you, John, Abigail, and Arthur sit at a table, scraping away at stew. Knights of the Roundtable and their extravagant feast.

Few words are shared, mainly John and Arthur passing half-hearted jokes at one another. Sometimes Abigail chips in. 

It’s been like that lately. 

Arthur’s knee bumps against yours under the table, though you don’t flinch nor do you move away. You don’t even acknowledge the contact. Instead just continuing to miserably eat as if his legs were simply the breeze; there because, well, where else would they be? 

And Arthur prefers it this way. Prefers the normalcy of it all. 

It’s a sliver of hope. 

The thought that you can still stand his touch calms him more than he cares to acknowledge. That at least if he can’t voice his worries, he can show you he still cares. Show you that he misses your voice and your thoughts, and the way you used to dawdle idly during dinner. 

But there’s a heartbroken passion to the way you smile at him and fix his hat. As if you were begging for him to save you; from what, he’ll pretend not to know. 

The hand he has resting on his knee tightens into a fist. He’s failed you. But with the eyes watching all he can do for now is brush your hand away and continue eating. 

The usual. 

Only when Arthur has you under him does he ask. You’re nipping at his neck, trembling fingers clawing at the cotton of his shirt, chemise messily pulled down your shoulder— and yet he can’t. 

This culminating dread is keeping him at bay, keeping him from going further. He’s had enough. 

And so he pulls away, looking you over carefully. He looks sad, like you’re a stray mutt. Hungry and cold, shaking with the need for affection. But your eyes shine piously for him. 

He’s seen the look before. 

In a chapel back in Blackwater. After you had vowed impossible things to him and to God where after he could only gasp ‘I do’. 

Hands drifting silently, they come to play with his hair. And you have always liked it a bit longer— just for the fact you get to brush it away. Arthur’s not sure what to do next. 

Option one: ravage you entirely.

Option two: let you rest. 

He chooses something in between, coming to kiss your lips again— gentler, less hungry— like you’ll never have sex. 

And then he steels himself, pulls away, and clears his throat. “Are ya ever gonna tell me what’s wrong or do I have to guess?” 

You’re breathless, brows scrunching as soon as he asks. 

“What?” 

Arthur pulls away further, swallowing. “Today,” ‘and the day before. And the entire week. And the weeks prior. And the entire month. And all the way back to Colter,’ “what was botherin’ you?” 

You huff heavily, pressing your head further into the pillow. “You wanna talk about this right now?” 

Arthur works his jaw, the telltale sign that he’s pressing his tongue against that chipped tooth of his; a frustrated habit. 

“Yeah. I do.” 

Your head lolls to the side, eyes distant before nodding. “Alright.” 

And he pulls you up so that you’re sitting next to him. The way you hug your knees to your chest has his heart dripping with nostalgia— leaking into his stomach uncomfortably as he remembers a simpler time. When Hosea was still blonde and you both still wore your rings. 

Arthur realizes you’re waiting for him to start and takes a moment to string the right words together. 

“I just want you to tell me what’s botherin’ ya. I ain’t blind, I can tell it’s somethin’.” 

You glance through the crack of the tent, into the darkness. Arthur looks there too. “It was nothing,” you start, “just,, just some argument me and Dutch got in.” 

“‘Bout what?” 

Your eyes narrow. “Something about Blackwater.” 

Arthur’s head snaps to you. “What?” 

You then turn to him, confusion and frustration marring your features. “So you didn’t know anything about it?” 

“About Blackwater?” 

“Yes.” 

“No, I don’t know anythin’ about it.” 

Confusion turns to anger. “I knew it.” And you stand, pacing the tent floor. Back and forth, and back and forth against the grass and mud— a deer caged by white canvas. 

“What did he say?” Arthur supplies, still sitting on the cot. He watches you go left.

“It was just another one of his idiotic plans,” you say. He watches you go right. It starts to make him nauseous– your back and forth– so he reaches for you, gently, cautiously, like maybe you’ll stomp his hand into the ground and run away. 

“I’ll talk to him about it,” he settles, fingers at your wrist. 

It’s supposed to be comforting, and for a very long time it has been, but his words and touch have made it worse. Much worse.

Your anger is biblical. 

And Arthur can’t identify it or console it, nor could he understand it coherently. It simmers under your skin in a blasphemous way. In a way that will lay him on a cross and rip holes into his palms and feet; and all he can do is starve and pray.

He’s already consolidated that you will be the one to bury him, and subsequently be the one to unearth his body. 

Stupidly, your rage reminds him of when you had first entered camp— dragged in by Dutch in the middle of the night, covered in mud and bruises like dark lace— skirts ripped, lip bleeding. And he did not ask where you came from, and neither did you. Paired with your anger, that odd, mutual understanding laid a foundation. 

“You’ll talk to him about it?” You ask incredulously. “And you think he’ll listen? Or care?” Your hand waves towards that dark crack in the tent. And though nothing is visible, Arthur can feel the hell that awaits outside of your lantern lit alcove. “You think he won’t turn you into another Molly?” 

He fumes a bit at that, standing with his hands placed on his hips. Looming over you. He never did like using his size against you— not like this at least. “I ain’t some woman he keeps around to fuck.” Arthur bites.

“I know you’re not,” you eye him, “you’re his son. Which is arguably worse.” 

Shaking his head, he purses his lips. 

“And it’s worse for me,” you continue, “God, you should’ve seen the way he looked at me today! Like I had just ripped his prick off and thrown it in his face. I was so sure he was going to kill me.” 

It’s a funny image. You’re both too upset to laugh. His frown deepens. “Did’ya say anything to him?” 

Your eyes widen, looking into Arthur’s, disbelieving. “Are you serious?” 

“I just wanna know.” 

“Of course I didn’t.” You step away from him. “It’s Dutch, Arthur. He’s the instigator.” 

“I know he is, but-“

“No. No, I will not let you put this on me.” 

“That’s not what I’m doin’,” he says, reaching for you. You take another step back. 

“Yes it is.” Silence falls. Tense and waiting. “I don’t know why you still believe in him.” You do know. He isn’t a religious man– and those kinds of men look for faith, for vision, in something else. Desperately. Hopelessly. To ease whatever craving for enlightenment humanity was cursed with. 

“Once we get out of here he’ll come to his senses,” Arthur utters stiffly. Your hands grip into thoughtless fists; that familiar emetic feeling consumes you, ripping through your pores. 

“We will never get out of here,” you seeth. And it’s the first time you’ve ever defied the promise that he’ll save you. It hits him bluntly– a hoof to the chest– the anguish in his eyes and slacking shoulders apparent. Dead weight. “And we will die if we stay here.” 

“Don’t say that,” he commands perilously. 

“What am I supposed to say?” 

“We jus’ need more time.” 

Your eyes close, willing hot, angry tears to stay in their damn place. “It has been months,” you quaver. “Months of running and hiding and killing.” And the anger dissipates, a sorrow beyond hope replacing it. “How much more time, Arthur?” 

He’s quiet. 

“Because if you give me a time, I will wait. So how much?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“A week? A month?” Your voice is shaking, “Two months? A year?” 

“I don’t know!” He begs. “I just need you to trust me.” 

“I do trust you, but you scare the shit out of me! Every single day you run off, doing God knows what for Dutch, and I never ever know if you’ll come back,” 

Arthur backs away, opening his mouth to refute. 

“And don’t you say a word about how it’s always been like that because it hasn’t. Because you’re not just going up against some dumb outlaws who pick bones for fun, these are people who seriously want you dead, Arthur, and,” you choke back a sob, “and for good reason.” 

He’s gone still. Like a winter tree, his limbs hang frozen and useless, gone dead from the cold and other miseries. What does that make you though? A storm? 

And you’ve stripped him of all his male inclinations; fostered and trained like an obedient dog. He’s no longer a man, but a person, sad and mournful as they come.

“What am I supposed to do?” He finally mumbles. 

You shrug uselessly, sniffling. “Give up?” 

Arthur smiles hollowly, shaking his head. “Twenty two years and you want me to give up?” 

“I don’t want you to, but I’m asking you to. For your sake.” 

“I can’t do that.” 

You smile too, just as hollow and watery. Easily washed away. “I know.” That’s the worst part. 

Arthur looks away, the line of his shoulders straightening. Back to being an angry moron. A dumb brute. A workhorse. 

A man. 

You nod as he turns back to the cot, sighing heavily. Collapsing, he runs his hands down his face, his back facing you. Exhausted. The argument was pointless but it was waiting to happen for weeks, prowling around you both; thoughts like coyotes. 

You sit down at the edge of the cot, hands laying limply in your lap. 

Arthur rolls over at some point, quietly watching your frame. “You gonna come to bed?” 

“Soon.” 

“Okay.” 

And you wait. Wait for the crickets to crescendo and his breathing to decrescendo— to filter out into consistent whole notes— quiet snores a staccato on every other breath. You turn towards Arthur, seeing that he’s rested his hand by your hip, gentle and open. 

You think of reaching out; wrapping your fingers around his in an adoring apology. Kissing each knuckle and soothing each callous. But you don’t. 

Instead you stand, tremulously collecting yourself. Without bothering to dim the lamp, you approach the flap of the tent, staring into the eternal darkness. 

A question. An opportunity.  

To step into the depths of hell so that you can escape its pit. How many circles were there again? Nine? Feels like the tenth. And you stand there for a long time, still and silent, long enough for your nose, fingers, and toes to have gone numb from the air.

A statue amongst screeching souls. Crickets. 

You look over your shoulder, seeing that Arthur’s still asleep. His hand is where you left it, reaching out. The Creation of Adam. It’s a chance. A beckoning option to return to his side and repent. 

You step outside. 

You don’t actually know why or where you’re walking but you know you have to– because if you stop moving, the darkness will flood your lungs: suffocating and choking until you drown on adrenaline and fear. 

You’re terrified. 

It’s uncontrollable, animalistic, and most of all irrational. He’ll kill me, you keep thinking. And you don’t know who ‘He’ really is; Dutch, Arthur, God; but you know you can’t turn back. 

Not now. Not anymore. 

So you sob. Quiet, hyperventilated gasps for air that leave you reeling for your consciousness even as you keep pressing forward. You must look pathetic– your face hot with heavy tears, paving a path towards irresistible exile. It’s almost impossible to remember the last time you cried like this; you were small, still hurt about why the world offered so little when it promised so much. 

It’s disparaging how you will always be that girl. 

Always scared and sad– wanting too much to be soft and kind– not knowing that it’s useless. You’ve tried so long to tuck her away, but you suppose, in the end, you never grew up all that much. 

Just a tall child, running off with a broken heart once again. 

Wiping clumsily at your tears, you stomp into the Kamasa, ignorant of its blistering cold. You let the water splash at you horribly, turning every bone in your body to ice. It’s tumultuous and piercing; so you let yourself sniffle loudly, hiccuping against the sobs. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

You pause, a wail catching in the back of your throat. Right on the edge. 

It’s Micah. 

And you turn to him, standing still as the current blunders against your thighs. A deer in lantern light. His eyes are narrowed, gnarled fingers branching out over his holster. 

“So did’ya come out her to take a bath or fuck me?” And his silver eyes sweep over your figure. Your chemise has gone sheer from the water, clinging to your figure: hiding nothing, your body exposed to the world, and worst of all to him. But you continue to stand eerily in the river, not caring as it shoves at you. A siren. He grins evilly. “Not like I’ll give you much of a choice” 

Something ruthless awakens. Bloodthirsty. Those demons in your heart. 

You hide it though, approaching Micah clumsily from your spot. His smile splits his face, folding and creasing in all sorts of unnatural ways. And the strain of growing arousal in his trousers is obvious; but you ignore it, coming closer. 

“Heard you and Morgan arguin’,” he teases, “that’s all it took for you to run to me, huh?”

Your eyes raise to meet Micah’s. 

“Oh, I just cannot wait.” 

Your hands reach for his hips. 

“Eager, aren’t ya?” 

Quickly, faster than you can really even process, you grab for the hunting knife hooked to his belt and stab it into his shoulder. Through muscles and tendons it goes, slicing across red hills. And you press infinitely hard— up to the hilt— just for good measure.

This euphoria in violence is savage.

Micah releases an agonizing scream, ravens shooting into the air violently. But you continue, twisting the knife to add to his torture. Rivulets of his blood run down your fingers, crimson drops of his soul bleeding out into the world. 

Just the two of you as witness. Him and the devil. 

And you had never enjoyed torturing things: it was always a quick kill: a snap to the neck, a shot to the head. But with Micah, you’ll draw it out. Push the knife deeper, twist it harder, until he’s reduced to nothing but a pile of evil and limbs. 

Let him suffer. He deserves it more than anyone you know. 

Revenge is a fool’s game, Hosea used to say. Arthur’s started saying it too. But you couldn’t care. Not when Micah is screaming and bleeding under your touch. 

You could do this forever. Keep him here for infinity. 

“You bitch!” 

Your knee jerks up, slamming into his crotch. Micah collapses, gasping for air as you rip the blade from his flesh. And you watch him for a moment, reveling in the desimation, before stepping away, spitting in his face, and walking off. 

You hear him howling curses as you enter the forest. 

John finds you shortly: he’s on watch tonight. Must’ve heard Micah scream. And you’re sure you look beyond crazed, not even human. A piece of clay on ecstasy. 

“What the hell happened?” He asks, gripping his shotgun tighter. You glance at your bloody, knife-occupied hand. 

Shrugging, you stumble past him, not bothering anymore. 

Oddly enough, the sight of Dutch standing at the edge of camp washes some manic form of peace over you. That maybe he’ll kill you— put an end to this all. A new form of mercy. But Abigail and Arthur stand guard at his side, the both of them looking equally mortified as you step nearer and nearer. 

It’s been some time since anyone has looked at you like that. 

You drop the knife when Arthur grabs you, dragging you away into your tent. You can tell he’s trying to be gentle but he’s failing miserably; grip like a vice on your bicep. And he practically throws you inside, breathing harshly. 

“Have you lost your goddamn mind?” He hisses, nearly shaking with ire. “What the hell were you thinkin’ runnin off into the night like that knowing damn well someone coulda killed ya?” He glances at your red hand. “What the hell happened?”

You sniff. “I stabbed Micah.” Simply stated. 

Arthur stares. His lips curve up but he certainly isn't happy. He’s polarized between chewing you out and giving congratulations. “You stabbed Micah.” He repeats. 

“Yes.” 

Sighing, his head knocks back to stare at the canvas ceiling. “So you have lost your goddamn mind.”

“I think so.” 

He looks you over; checking for bruises and scratches, having no other natural way of telling you he was worried. His hands come to cup your cheeks, turning your face this way and that; and they stay there even when he finds nothing.

“Is this about the fight we had?” 

You lean into his palms, eyes closing. “I don’t know what it’s about anymore.” And it’s the truth. There’s no other way for you to put it. Somehow, this madness is because of everything and nothing all at once. Real limbo, heaven and hell mixed. 

Pursing his lips, he swallows. “You can’t stay here anymore.” 

Your face scrunches up into an ugly sob, but you have no tears left to cry. Nothing to offer in your sadness. Nothing to argue in your despair. And he’s right. You can’t stay. Not only because you denied Dutch and stabbed Micah all in one day but because this last month you have been crumbling. 

Falling apart right in front of his eyes. A prolonged, devastating erosion.

And Arthur can label himself The Provider all he likes, but you were always the strong one in the relationship: emotionally stable, mature, good with your words. You were the one who took his bullshit and shoved it back in his mouth so he knew it was more than just him suffering consequences. 

But you were too kind to let him suffer through it. Always have been. 

It’s you who sits with him on bad nights, and it’s you who feeds him when he couldn’t be bothered, and it’s you who undresses him at the end of the day. 

But here you are, entirely deprived of all your sanity, begging for his help. And he can’t even think coherently. So he has to let you go. What else can he do? He at least won’t allow you to be tormented– not by Micah or Dutch, or even him. 

You have to leave. 

“Yeah,” you whimper. 

His bottom lip tucks under his top one; and you know Arthur– know that he doesn’t cry– but you know that means he wants to. Bending down, he brings his face next to yours. 

“Did you do this on purpose? To force my hand? To make me throw ya outta here cause you’ve gone mad?” 

You shake your head, hands raising to hold his wrists gently. “No. No, if it was on purpose you would be coming with me.” You explain. And none of this was on purpose. None of this was premeditated or thought out, and it was all driven by a need to feel human again. 

Arthur presses his forehead to yours, breathing deeply. Quiet. Thinking. Something he says he doesn’t do. “Is Dutch gonna kill me?” You whisper after a moment. 

Arthur pulls away, shaking his head. “Nah. Dutch ain’t gonna kill you. Someone was gonna stab Micah eventually.” 

And you remember what Dutch had said to you earlier today. 

“They’ll let you live. You’re lucky to be a woman. You have plausible deniability.”

Lucky. 

Funny, maybe you are. 

Arthur moves around the tent, grabbing your things and hurriedly shoving them into a knapsack. “Get dressed,” he mumbles at you, distracted. 

“I’m sorry.” You say suddenly. It makes him pause. And he turns slowly, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sorry, Arthur.” You stare at your hand. 

He’s silent, not knowing what to do. You don’t really ever apologize, mainly because it’s usually him who’s in the wrong. It’s unprecedented and there’s no plan to move forward. No routine you’ve developed. It scares him.

“That’s alright,” he says.

You grimace, amused. “That’s alright? Really?” 

He sends a pursed smile. “Jus’ get dressed.” 

And you do, slowly but surely. As you rinse yourself clean and pull on petticoats, there’s a heavy weight hanging– a profane fog. The both of you are too scared to acknowledge that your time together has suddenly become very limited. 

Cut short by your lack of control and Arthur’s suicidal loyalty. 

And Arthur wants to be angry at you. 

Wants to scream at you for your thoughtlessness, for your act of revenge— but he can’t. Firstly, because something like this was bound to happen (he just didn’t think it’d be you) and second, because even if he was dying, losing all his strength— the one thing he has— he would carry you out. 

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dutch tries talking to you when you exit the tent. You keep your eyes trained on the ground, not seeing if he wants you dead or wants to know what happened. 

Arthur puts a hand on his chest, shaking his head. Telling him to “ignore the fool”. 

And you can feel the eyes on you as you leave. It’s best that way. To escape alive and crazier than you came rather than dead and entirely sane. 

You can hear Jack’s quiet, tiny voice fussing. 

Arthur takes you to Annesburg, having you sit at a bench as he buys a ticket. One ticket. 

And then he joins you, takes his spot next to you as you watch the sun rise over the water; peeping a childish hello. Patching up whatever transgressions occurred during the night. Kind and new, eastward, a distance you’ve both been running from throughout your entire lives. 

“Here’s the plan,” he hands you your ticket, “this’ll take you to Wallace Station. Once ya get there, there’s a track going up to Oregon. When ya get to Oregon,” he shuffles around in his satchel a bit before pulling out an incredible stack of bills, “you get settled there.” 

You stare at the money. 

“And when I take care of things here, I’ll come lookin’ for ya.” 

You shake your head and he grabs your hand, placing the money in your palm heavily. 

“It’ll be okay.” 

You give up, dropping the money in your lap worthlessly. 

“Where did we go wrong?” You mutter, eyes trained on the horizon. Arthur does the same. 

“Maybe when ya married me,” and he coughs a little, patting his chest, “just a thought.” 

“That would mean it’s entirely your fault.” 

“Ain’t it?” 

Pulling the silver chain from under the collar of your blouse, you undo the clasp perilously, slipping the ring off. For a moment Arthur thinks you’re going to hand it to him— a final rejection. 

You’d become a final glowing pearl in his line of women. 

But instead you slip the band on your finger, fiddling with it a little in a familiar way. Just how you used to all those months ago. “I don’t regret it.” 

“Maybe that’s where we went wrong,” he snorts.

You shrug. “You loved me. I loved you. It was enough.” 

Arthur scowls. “We still love each other.” He defends. God help him if you don’t. 

You shake your head, eyes still on that sunrise. Golden and warm. Fleeting canary. “We do. But it stopped being enough for both of us.” 

Arthur wants to argue. That it’s still enough, that this is enough, but you’re leaving. And that’s that. 

“Guess so.” He mumbles. 

You glance at the money, sniffing. “Do you think it’ll be enough?” 

“It better be,” Arthur grumbles. “Worked my ass off for it.” 

You smile a bit. “Maybe I’ll get the chickens we talked about. And that dog.” 

“Dog would be nice.” 

“Missing Copper?” 

Arthur smiles. “Always. He was a good boy.” 

You smile too. But then you seem to remember yourself, and the smile drops. “Do you think I’ll be able to find a job?” 

“You will. Yer smart. Don’t worry too hard about that.” 

“I’ve never had a real job before.” 

“Yer tellin’ me robbin’ and killin’ ain’t a real job?” 

Usually you would laugh. But you don’t, reserving yourself to the sun. “We wouldn’t be here if it were.” 

He sighs. “Yeah.” 

There’s a pause. “Is it nice in Oregon?” You fill. 

Arthur mulls it over, head nodding back and forth. “Sure, from what I remember. But I dunno if it’s the same as that.” 

“That flower your Ma gave you is from Oregon, right?” 

He nods. “Cliff Maid. Grows on the mountains.” 

You smile a little. “Maybe I’ll find some.”

Arthur opens his mouth to reply, but he can hear the train in the distance. He knows you can too. An impending doom that you both willingly signed up for. Funny, how resigning yourself to hell doesn’t make it any better. 

“I hope I won’t have to wait too long for you,” you mumble. 

“Not if I can help it,” and he pats your hand.

You almost roll your eyes. “Sure.” 

The train shrieks. “Gettin’ close,” he says idly. 

“Yeah,” and you stare towards the tracks before shoveling the bills into your knapsack. 

Something overcomes him then, a primal devotion that has him leaning forward and brushing a hand against your shoulder so he can kiss you. And Arthur has always hated public displays of affection— turning him awkward and uncomfortable— but in this situation it’s easy. 

And you lean into him, hand clasping around his gently. Maybe if he keeps his eyes closed for long enough he can imagine you’re still in Blackwater. Imagine that he’s just recently started going sweet on you— not even together yet. 

It’s pleading and desperate; one last act of adoration before you go. 

And for once, Arthur prays. A real religious man. 

He prays for your safety and your happiness, but most of all, he prays that he’ll come back to you and that you’ll be waiting for him. Maybe he will or maybe he won’t because Arthur doesn’t believe in God. Doesn’t really believe in anything anymore. 

He’s lost his faith and the will to care. 

And when he pulls away, you smile. Real, genuine, the happiest he’s seen you in quite some time. So he can hope things will be okay. It’s highly likely they won’t.

And if anything, he’ll die and leave you waiting permanently in Oregon. We shall see. But at least he can say he prayed, if it matters. 

The train arrives, ravens ripping into the air as it does. 

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A new view on life

𝙑𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨! 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘! 𝙏𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: Baji swears because he's Baji

Characters: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Pah-chin, Peh-yan, Nahoya and Souya Kawata

A/N: I wrote this a while back and had it in my drafts, so I decided to share it!

Holy wow you guys! So glad you're enjoying my fics!!

If this gets to 100 likes I'll drop a Chifuyu x reader :D

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Enjoy! Let's start with a flashback, shall we? <3

"Ken-chiiin!"

"What is it, Mikey?"

"I want some dorayaki."

Draken lets out a sigh, having already told Mikey that he didn't have any money on him. Mikey let out a pout.

You on the other hand found it cute and decided to help them out. With a grin on your face, you butt in beside them and asked Mikey what flavor he wanted. "See Ken-chin? Somebody cares!" Draken lets out another sigh, this time a small smirk adorning his face. "Yeah yeah, whatever Mikey."

Not too long after, you left the shop with your own snack. You followed the two boys since you had nothing better to do. Maybe it's because you struck his sweet spot, but Mikey was intrigued by you. He decided then and there that you three would be friends. (Draken didn't have much of a choice, but he didn't mind all too much.) Eventually, you guys started hanging out more often. It wasn't rare that you would take Mikey on what you called 'mini-dates.' These mostly consisted of taking him out to get some dorayaki.

+*:ꔫ:*﹤~Present time!~ ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

"Hey, hey!! I'm baaaack~" You called out to the gang after making your grand entrance, the room's atmosphere immediately brightening. It was hard to miss the way most of the boys smiled at your presence, you definitely had an impact on them. You heard a few hello's and hi's, then sat down with them.

"Hey angel, you came to join us for food?" You had already told Baji to quit calling you that countless times, but he wouldn't let up. Especially after the events of Halloween, where you quite literally became his angel.

You hummed in response, trying to strike up a conversation to lighten the mood. You asked Mitsuya how the girls were doing. They were doing good. "They won't stop asking when you'll visit again though," He lets out a light chuckle, "I think they like you or something." The conversations went on and on, you were finally glad to be with the people you cared about most. These were the moments you lived for. Draken then grabbed a newspaper that was resting on the table, trying to see if anything important was happening.

"Oh damn. So they strike again, huh?" He more so muttered to himself, but now the boys were interested. He continued:

"Looks like the Wakai Kyoi gang isn't stopping anytime soon. They just beat down another gang that's been around for a few generations."

"They're the ones that usually only take on the older generations, right?" Chifuyu inquired, trying to make sure he was on the same page as everyone else. Mikey then chimed in, his mouth full of dorayaki:

"A new age of delinquents. I like the way they think. But if we're gonna be the top gang in Tokyo, then we'll have to beat them one day."

"It really is a shame that that gang never teams up, they're pretty nit-picky about who joins. I also heard that the boss is pretty two-sided. Reminds me of the twins." Baji joins in on the fun, flaunting his canines at the information he just dropped.

"The boss is known as the Devious Viper, yeah? We should watch out for them. They sound pretty strong. As if they'll just come and attack outta nowhere, y'know?" Nahoya shows off his signature smile, despite genuinely being uneasy at the thought of running into this boss person.

You listened intently on their conversation, curious about their thoughts on this gang that's been lurking. Only now taking a look at the time, you realize that you should have probably left a few minutes ago. Bidding your goodbyes, you explain that family calls. Making sure that the joyride they had planned is still ongoing that night at sunset, you part ways.

+*:ꔫ:*﹤~Timeskip!~ ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

"OTSUKARESAMA DESU!"

The familiar sound echoes in your ears. You've taught them well. You head over to your vice-prez. It was suddenly quiet again. The air was cold, and everyone was only focused on one person.

"So. What happened to our younger brother here?"

"Our vice-captain of the eighth division was attacked. It was said that another gang ambushed him. He is now in the hospital with a broken leg, swelled eye, and multiple bruises." Your vice replied reluctantly, nearly afraid of what you may counter with.

It was quiet for a moment, the air becoming colder and more distant by the second. A small frown becoming noticable across your features .You finally made a decision.

"Eighth Division captain, please step up."

"Yes, boss!"  Short, curly hair bounces as he replies.

"Will the Eighth Division be able to take care of this shit-stain of a gang?" You ask through grit teeth, an air of frustration surrounding you.

"Yes, Boss!" The boy replied, and you could see his smirk slowly growing. The eighth division captain was known for being relentless, and for getting his revenge when someone close to him was attacked. Especially his vice-captain.

"Then that is all. Remember! We protect this family of ours with all we've got, no matter what it takes. We are one big family, and that will never change." The once cold air suddenly felt warm, the members remembering why they joined. To have people to rely on, and to have people rely on them. They are family. A few cheers could be heard throughout the crowd, your words made a great impact once again.

You head over to the hospital with your vice-president, planning on visiting one of your youngest members. You had finally arrived at his room. Oh, how you felt so bad seeing your members injured. He was still asleep when you two arrived. You walk over to him gently and lightly lean on his bed. You softy bring your fingers to trace over his face, moving some of the short hairs away from his eyes, and careful to avoid his injuries.

"We will get revenge for you. I promise to take care of you as best as I can. I'm so very sorry for not being there for you." You whisper to him, lightly kissing him on his hairline, reassuring him that you will always do your best to protect your formed family. Your vice president was always happy to see this side of you. It was uncanny how quickly your personality could go from deadly to caring.

Once visiting hours are over, you realize that it's about time you meet up with the Toman boys.

"Could you supervise the fight?" You directed your attention to your vice. "Not that our eighth is weak, but we can't have more members getting too badly injured. Especially with how far he goes sometimes, he may need someone to hold him back." You finish with a light chuckle.

"Of course, boss." Your vice knows the real reason you can't have your members getting badly injured. It's not because your gang will lose power, that's not at all what worries you. Seeing any of your family get injured breaks your heart bit by bit every time you witness it.

"I already told you, call me by my first name," you grin at him. "I thought we were close!" You pester him. The sun is already starting to set once you look out the window, you'd really better get going now.

+*:ꔫ:*﹤~Timeskip!~ ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

"Hi, hii! Sorry 'm late, family business got out of hand, haha!" You looked around, feeling bad for taking so long.

"It happens, don't worry about it. You ready?" Mitsuya assures you, knowing firsthand how difficult some things could get. He does have two sisters, after all.

You hop on your motorcycle, the one Draken had perfected to your taste.

"You know it, 'Kashi!"

You glance around one last time before yelling at the top of your lungs,

"LET'S GO, TOMAN!"

Every last one of you took off, the only sound being the beautiful revs of your engines.

It was so warm and comfortable, you think. 'This is what I live for,' you think, 'This is the stuff I didn't want to miss out on. This is the youth I was hoping to live.' You finally built the life you were hoping for. Your family by blood may be gone now, but you built yourself a new one. You now have friends to back you up and to hang out with. You really wish that this could last forever. You speed up a little, old memories resurfacing, making you emotional. You wouldn't want to let your closest friends see the tears brimming your eyes now, would you?

You remember that one time you brought Mitsuya and his sisters ice skating. Mana fell and hurt her knee, so you ended up buying snowcones for the four of you. 'She was over that so quickly, I bet she just wanted a treat.' You giggle to yourself at the thought.

The day you met Chifuyu was when you visited your favorite manga store. It turns out you both were trying to keep up with the same series that was currently coming out. From then on you made it a goal to hang out with him and watch anime together.

You had already met Draken because of Mikey, but the two of you didn't chat or hang out too much until you initiated it. One day you found him on the ground, fixing his bike. You took an interest in what he was doing and offered to help with whatever you could.

Then there was this one time Pah-chin came to you for dating advice. That was a bit of a mess, but you two managed to find some flowers and chocolates that his girlfriend may like. 'It's good to know he's dedicated. Toman really is full of good people.'

Baji eventually convinced you to hang out with him after finding out that you were a little artistic, he offered to go to a suburban area and spraypaint a full wall. The two of you stayed there for hours, emptying a few of the cans. You definitely left your mark there, and it was sure to be there for a while.

You also remember saving Peh-yan from getting bullied because of his fashion sense on multiple occasions. Yeah, he may be dumb, but you'll be there to help out.

And of course Hakkai! He's so fun to tease. The idea of him being a model comes up again and again, even if it's totally out of context. You'll find any means to slip it into conversation just to see his flushed face.

Lastly, the Kawata Twins. They sure were unique. You really did like hanging out with them, even though Smiley could be a bit much. It wasn't rare that you would take them out for ramen, very much enjoying seeing their swapped facial expressions. It's so weird to see Angry smiling and Smiley with his eyes open, but it's cute nonetheless.

Time had flown by, and the sun was just barely in sight. It really sucks that these moments don't actually last forever. At least you could make the best of it while you were there. You smile back at the boys, now slightly ahead of them. (Baji was not content with that whatsoever.) You yelled back behind you, getting a rise out of the Toman members.

"Oi! Race you to the shrine! Last one there's buying lunch tomorrow!"

You did indeed love these guys, they do mean the world to you. But does that mean that you'd let them win?

Absolutely not.

Once everyone had arrived, you finally let out what you had on your mind.

"Man, I'll never get tired of that," You look up at them to see them grinning back at you, clearly thinking the same thing. "How about a picture to remember this by?"

Chifuyu sets up the camera and makes sure everyone is in position. A few seconds after he joins you guys, a clicking sound is heard. You immediately rush to his phone to check out how it turned out.

"Hell yeah! This is so going on my wall~" A few of them chuckle at your sudden outburst, even though they share the feeling with you. What a good day to be alive. It is getting late though, so everyone ends up parting ways, agreeing to meet up for lunch.

Baji was paying, after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You all meet up once again at one of the restaurants you're so familiar with. Everyone is here now. You invited Takemichi as well since he is technically in the gang too. Mikey is nearly passed out, (Draken had to drag him out of bed). Chifuyu is trying to help Baji budget the dishes. Peh and Pah are fighting over which type of soup was better. Mitsuya is helping Hakkai with his outfit, complaining about something being crooked. 'He'll definitely be a good fashion designer.' You think. The twins are deciding on which food to get. They wanted to get the same thing, but Smiley wanted it to be way too spicy. Takemichi ended up bringing his friends because they wouldn't take no as an answer. Oh well, the more the merrier, right?

You shed your jacket before remembering something. You wanted to make this another fond memory, so you get up, excusing yourself. Turning your back to the rowdy teens, Yamagishi notices something. A serpent? Black wings? He wracks his brain, knowing he's seen that tattoo before. It was rare that you wore a tank top, so this was the first time he could get a glimpse. Then it clicked.

"...Holy shit." He's still staring at your back, and it shushes everyone at the table. Most of them are now confused, trying to understand what was up with his sudden statement.

"You guys ever hear of the Devious Viper, from the Wakai Kyoi gang?" A few of them nod at his question, others humming. He continues,

"The boss has a tattoo of a viper on their back, along with black wings." The others finally understand. They're in shock. Not even Pah-chin is making a ruckus.

"Holy fuck..." Baji starts, his face blank. His face then contorts into his fanged grin, "We've got a fuckin' badass on the team!" The table erupts in cheers, nearly getting them kicked out. The Toman members are absolutely shocked at this, but they think it's one of the coolest things ever.

You were just around the corner, wanting to know what they thought about you. You were afraid that they'd ditch you right away, never wanting to cross paths with you again. A sigh of relief can barely be heard. 'So this is what real friends are like, huh?' You then continue your journey, arriving at your destination and ordering what you wanted. A few minutes later, you had finally returned to the table. The members quiet down when you arrive, trying to hold their excitement.

"So..."

You take a breath in, composing yourself.

"Who's up for boba?!"

Wide grins spread across their faces as cheers erupt once again around the table.

You dish out cups of boba for everyone, so very glad that they trust you.

You mutter underneath your breath with a small smile,

"This is why I love you guys."

April 14, 22

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[vevethirst]

HIII!!

Since you’re requests are open, ive thought of this one lol, but i hope you’re having a great day so far today, so here i go anyways!!

Can you do Eddie Munson & Chrissy Cunningham with a S/O who has a Kamisato Ayato Personality from genshin impact?? (Can you also add that they have the same fighting skills as ayato & the boba obbession lolol)

Thanks a lot !! Have a great day :D

HII! thank you so much for the request! my day has been fine thanks for asking<3﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

request: open

warnings: slight cursing, mentions of dr!ugs

proof read: no but come back later and it probably will be

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eddie munson & chrissy cunningham x gn!reader who is like kamisato ayato head canons

you three were the perfect balance. chaotic, graceful, and cheerful

all of you had your separate interest, but it all somehow fit perfectly

your obsession for boba tea was known before you 3 were even together. everywhere you went you insisted on having it and somehow you always had some with you, like it was magic as eddie describes it

you were a very good leader and very intuitive, it was never hard for you to read people and know their exact intentions

this allowed you to help eddie with his...business.

it was super easy for you to tell if the client was legit or was going to try and scam him, which saved his ass a lot of times, because he most def would not have picked up on that like you did

you spent a lot of time with chrissy in school, always attending practices and games, and walking her to all her classes.

neither of them minded your sophisticated manners, or how you were extremely smart, in fact they found it very attractive

you're so good at keeping things at peace despite the chaos your partners are constantly involved in

chrissy calls you dove, angel, and baby, because you're just that graceful to her

eddie calls you babe, mainly babe but occasionally ma'am just to tease you about your nature.

not to mention, you took martial arts. and you were so SO good.

"wow babe how do you make it look so pretty and easy?? you HAVE to teach me"

"wow! you're so impressive angel :)"

thanks sm once again for this request! it was very fun to write!<33

#eddie munson stranger things #chrissy deserved better #eddie x y/n #gn!reader #poly relationship #stranger things fluff #stranger things #chrissy cunningham #stranger things x you #vevethirst

[choco-exe]

𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎! genre: fluff :> type: special one shot status: proofread pronouns: female word count: 1697 warnings: none

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

“Kuroo-san!” The familiar voice hit Kuroo’s ear, like a melody tuning into his system. He pretended not to hear the girl calling to him, opting to continue making his way down the street. A tug on his shirt indicated for him to stop and turn, and he looked down to see a particular optimist that somehow knew exactly where he was at all times, trying to catch her breath. “My apologies, kitty.” He said teasingly, making her head snap up at the nickname. “You young people have much better hearing than me, so I suppose you tend to forget to speak louder.” Her cheeks dusted a coral red from his teasing earlier, she pouted as she looked up at him. “Stop acting like you’re an old man, Kuroo-san! You’re only seventeen!” Kuroo stroked his chin, as if he had a beard. “Only seventeen, you say?” He repeated, pretending to not be bothered by that statement. “That seems fairly old to me, wouldn’t you agree?” He leaned down, his nose lightly brushing against hers. Her face now blossoming into a deep shade of pink, she took a step back, away from Kuroo’s face. “Y-yeah! Only seventeen! You still have a long way to go before you’re a wise old man!” She poked his nose childishly, as if proving her point. Kuroo’s heart fluttered slightly at the contact, but his face was still bearing his teasing grin. “Are you calling me wise?” “Yes! I am!” Her reply made him pause; he didn’t expect her to actually agree to his comment. “You’re very wise when it comes to science!” “Is that so..” He murmured. “Well, if that’s all you wanted to say, I’ll take my leave now.” Leaning down, he took her petite hand into his own and kissed the back of it gently. He glanced up at her face and smirked, with his lips still barely lingering on her hand; her face was a mix between shock, embarrassment, and.. was that pleasure he saw? Nevertheless, he retracted away from her and spun around, waving goodbye as he began to become a smaller figure to her.. then immediately turned back, as if he forgot something. “It isn’t very gentlemanly of me to leave a girl as beautiful as you alone now, is it?” Kuroo stated. “Let me walk you to your destination.” When she was silent for a few moments, he frowned and leaned down to her height. “Did I break you?” He asked teasingly, poking her cheek. “Wha-” Her eyelashes fluttered as she came back into reality. “OH!” She hesitantly took a step back. “Um no it’s fine I can walk by myself my house is really near-” Her words came out in a single breath, and she scrambled away, like a mouse running away from a cat, leaving a confused Kuroo leaning down awkwardly. He slowly went back to standing up straight, furrowing his eyebrows. Did I go too far? He thought to himself as he shoved his hands in his pockets, going back to walking along the streets of Japan. He ran over their conversation in his mind, frowning when he remembered her saying, “you’re only seventeen!” Judging her expressions, she probably didn’t know my birthday was tomorrow.. Kuroo let out a heavy sigh. Oh well.

・‥…━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━…‥・

Waking up from a heavy slumber, Kuroo rubbed his eyes as he slammed his alarm off. He went through his morning routine before checking on his phone, and he was bombarded with messages, varying from his teammates to people he’d only talk to once, and it was for one assignment. He chuckled as he scrolled through all of them, but his heart began to race as he saw a message sent from her. The captain stopped walking to his kitchen as he slowly unlocked his phone, bracing himself for whatever she sent him. His eyes widened as he read the message, and he quickly dashed to his front door. Wrenching it open, he ran like mad, only wearing shorts and a tank top (as he was going to go jogging after eating breakfast.) After a few minutes flew by, Kuroo was right outside her door. He tried to tidy himself up as he knocked on the door, and when he heard footsteps nearing, he took a deep breath. “Kuroo-san..?” She murmured, the door creaking open as she rubbed her eyes sleepily with her sleeve; he thought she looked like an angel, even in an oversized hoodie with saggy socks. “Wait.. Kuroo-san?!” Her eyes widened, as if the sleep evaporated from her body. “W-wha-?!” Kuroo ruffled her hair, trying to stay calm. “Looks like a little kitty just woke up.” He grinned, as if he didn’t just run to a girl’s house at six in the morning. “How about you treat me to breakfast, yeah? Then we talk.” “I- um, okay!” She stammered out. “My treat! Just let me, um, get changed and.. give me thirty minutes!” She quickly scurried upstairs, leaving Kuroo standing at her doorway. He let himself in and went to the nearest chair, plopping himself down and going through the other birthday wishes he received. He was just about done scolding Kenma in a very long text about being awake at three am, when she nearly leaped down the stairs. Kuroo’s eyes immediately looked at her outfit: her hair a bit damp from showering, she was wearing an oversized black t-shirt tucked into straight-cut jeans. “Do I look overdressed?!” She asked frantically. “Are the jeans too much?!” Kuroo shook his head, chuckling at her questions. “Your outfit is fine, kitty.” He replied. “I’m the one that looks like a mess; you look perfectly normal.” Her face flushed. “I’ll take your word for it. Also, can you stop calling me kitty?” “Why, of course, kitten.” He got up and walked to the front door, putting on his volleyball slides. “You know that’s not what I meant!” She retorted, right on his heels and pulling a pair of used sneakers on. “No more nicknames!” “It’s my birthday, kitten,” he said lazily. “Respect the birthday boy’s wishes. Don’t tell me you forgot who was the first to text me, hmm?” Her face grew incredibly hot after she comprehended what he said. “I-I just wanted to be first, okay?!” She sputtered, embarrassed. “Don’t get the wrong idea!” “Alright, tsundere.” He stopped in front of a cafe. “Let’s eat here, yes?” She nodded, her eyes full of curiosity, as she had never been in the place before. Kuroo opened the door for her, slightly bowing as well. “After you, m’lady.” “Um, thank you- wait, I am not a tsundere! And isn’t it your birthday, not mine??” The pair walked into the building and was greeted with the aroma of coffee and pastries. “Who could say..” Kuroo replied, musing over many of the food in display shelves. “Surprise me, kitten. I’ll eat what you pick out for me.” “What if I give you something nasty?” She grinned up at him, although her eyes showed no mischief whatsoever. “Then I guess I’ll just have to give you a taste as well.” He nudged her forward, as they were in front of the line waiting to order. “Shoo, then!” She pestered, lightly pushing him aside. “Let me surprise you, like you said!” “Okay, okay, I’m going now.” Kuroo said playfully, walking over to a table beside a window. He swung himself into the chair as he waited patiently for her to go to him, replying to a few more texts as he waited. It didn’t take very long before she found him, balancing a few things in her hands. “Here you go!” “Whoa, kitty, careful now.” He quickly helped her set everything down on the table so that she wouldn’t drop anything. “Why didn’t you just call me for help?” “A female doesn’t need a male’s help all the time.” She replied back, sitting down on the opposite side of him. “You were literally about to drop something,” he argued, examining what she brought to him. Two lidded cups of something he assumed was either coffee or tea, a cinnamon bun, and a cake slice that had fruits adorned around it. “If Newton hadn’t invented his Three Laws of Physics, you wouldn’t know the reason why!” She blurted out, taking one of the two cups and sipping it. “I don’t know if you can have coffee, so I got both of us some tea! It’s actually really good, too!” “Don’t make me lecture you about Newton’s Three Laws,” Kuroo said jokingly. “I’m assuming the cinnamon bun is yours, then?” She nodded and continued to sip her tea. “What a sugary breakfast..” Panic flashed across her face when he said that. “Oh, no, are you not supposed to eat anything sweet?” She asked worriedly. “I’m sorry-” “No, no, it’s fine.” He assured her quickly. “You could think of my birthday as a cheat day; although I won’t have that much, I’ll still eat sweet things.” He grabbed a fork and stabbed a piece of cake, then brought it to his mouth. “This tastes like heaven, considering I haven’t eaten cake in awhile.” Her face immediately showed a sign of relief. “Oh, thank goodness.” She said, chomping on her cinnamon bun. “For a moment, I was afraid I just screwed everything up.” “You’re fine, kitten.” Kuroo decided to switch the topic before it became awkward. “Can I taste that?” “Hm?” She looked up from her food, syrup smeared on the edge of her lips. “Oh, sure-!” She was about to stab her cinnamon bun, but instead, Kuroo lifted her chin with his fingers and gently leaned in. Her eyes opened in surprise at the narrow proximity between them, but he didn’t move any closer to her face. “..may I?” He asked slowly. She had nothing to say or do except nod, and he gently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, before kissing her softly. It was like a dream; a very short dream, as he pulled away faster than she wanted him to. “Sweet.” He concluded, leaning back into his chair as he tried to hide his face with his hand. “Very, very sweet, Y/N-san.”

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[loose-angel]

Soo how bout more big brother neteyam but its where he dies😔😔

Its fine if u dont wanna do it😅

im sorry hun my heart physically wont let me write this one (,,>﹏<,,)

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[loose-angel]

Hi just wondering if you take requests?

hello ! yes i do but i have yet to set up a bunch of rules and acc fix my blog so i dont know how fast ill get the requests done x.x

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