#I would get well over halfway through and it just wouldn’t load or something

[mzcain27]

Fkn surveys have made me so angry today

#if it didn’t just kick me out after answering the same questions a million times #I would get well over halfway through and it just wouldn’t load or something #or I’d finish it and not get the reward #only just managed to finish one for my fkn daily bullshit #tears of the kingdom had better be amazing I stg

[monstersandmaw]

Male fox spirit x female reader (nsfw)

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Commission #4 in the list of 5! Thank you for trusting me with your prompt:  female reader saves a dying fox on her way home from work, who turns out to be a fox spirit. I hope you like it!

Contents:  Fox suffers a spinal injury when hit by a car (not the reader’s); there’s some magic; some domestic fluff; oral sex, fingering, him coming on her; and a sweet, fluffy ending.

Wordcount: 4400

Driving rain greeted you full in the face as you shoved open the main doors of the building and burrowed down into your coat, drawing the hood tight around your head in a vain attempt to keep the weather out. Nights like this — cold, damp, and at the tail end of winter before Spring took a proper hold on the land — were truly miserable.

Your fingers were half frozen by the time you had fumbled the keys out of your pocket and clambered into your car, and you fired the old thing up with a hopeful grimace that it would start. It coughed to life and you uttered a little prayer of thanks to whichever gods or spirits out there might be listening. “Now if only you could do something about my pathetic love life as well,” you said to yourself as you reversed out of the parking space and headed towards the main road. “Wouldn’t that be perfect?”

Half an hour outside of town, your headlights flashed over something lying on the side of the road, sprawled halfway across the white line, and you swerved instinctively to avoid it. Mercifully there was nothing coming in the other direction, or you’d have caused a serious accident. Adrenaline spiked through you and you slammed on the brakes.

The flash of golden-red you’d glimpsed had told you it was a fox, but it had had its head raised and it had been looking at you with its eyes flaring yellow in the headlights, but the expression on its face had struck you to the core. It had looked… resigned. Like it knew you were going to hit it. Like it knew it was going to die.

“No,” you said through gritted teeth.

You had some old work gloves in the back of the car from when you’d taken a load of stuff from the garden to the dump a week before, so you put your hazards on and slid out of the driver’s side door and into the worsening storm. You cursed softly, squinting amid the stinging rain as it struck your face like little iron nails in the gusty night. You cleared a space in the trunk for the fox, spreading an old picnic blanket out and grabbing those thick leather gloves. No need to get rabies if the thing bit you before you could get it to an animal clinic in the morning.

You knew it was a stupid thing to do, that cars hit wildlife all the time, and you really weren’t equipped to deal with it, but you couldn’t just leave it there when it had looked so sad; black ears drooping, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

Making your way along the edge of the deserted road with only your phone torch to light the way, you found the spot where the fox was still lying on the asphalt, and crooned softly to it. “Hey there,” you said, feeling a bit silly. “It’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s alright. Let me help you out… Let me take you home and see if I can take you to a vet in the morning…”

When your light found its back legs though, your heart sank. They lay limp and slightly twisted to one side. Its back had been broken by the impact with a vehicle.

“Oh baby,” you said, fighting sudden tears. “It’s going to be ok…” you lied.

Was it like with humans? Should it not be moved with a spinal injury? It would probably die anyway, or they’d recommend putting it down. You could at least take it in and keep it warm for its last few hours. When you knelt nearby, it just laid its cheek down on the cold tarmac, defeated, and let out a long, broken whimper.

“I’m going to pick you up, ok? Please don’t bite me. God, this is such a stupid thing to do…”

The fox licked its shiny black nose and just blinked slowly at you.

When it made no move to attack you or snap at you when you got nearer, you scooped it up and marvelled at how light it felt in your arms, its lovely, russet fur damp and matted.

“There,” you said, cradling it in your arms as you carried it back to your car. ‘Him’, not ‘it’, you saw when you set him down on the blanket and stroked his head and neck. He murmured softly, the sound almost a purr, and you swallowed thickly. He was so weak, you wondered if he’d even survive the journey home.

Five cars overtook you as you drove on after that, all beeping and honking their horns and flashing their lights to get you to go faster, but you absolutely would not be bullied into making this last car ride hell for the little, injured fox.

It didn’t take very long to set up a cosy den of blankets and towels in the kitchen by the radiator, and when you were satisfied that it was as comfortable as you could make it — and that any mess would be contained in an area with tile floors — you went back for him. He was still lying on his side, exactly as you’d left him, but his eyes seemed brighter and more focused, and his ears pricked up when you opened the trunk up and gazed down at him.

“Alright?” you asked and he gave a soft snuffle that was half-sneeze and half-chuckle. “You’re awfully perky for someone who’s just gone head-to-head with fast-moving traffic, buddy,” you smiled. “Maybe you will be alright. Ready to go inside?”

You had your gloves on but it didn’t feel like you really needed them, and when you settled him down on the veritable blanket fort inside, he heaved a great sigh and nuzzled his cheek against the fabric with a rumbling moan of contentment.

“You hungry?” you asked. “I don’t have much that’s fox-friendly, but I think there’s some ham in the fridge. Let me check.”

You offered him a saucer of water first, holding his delicate head up as he lapped steadily at it until he’d had his fill, and then you fed him little slivers of cooked ham which he took from your fingers like an absolute gentleman. “Aren't you dainty,” you chuckled as his small, sharp teeth pulled the next piece carefully free of your gloved hand.

He fixed you with such a flat, patronising look that you had to laugh.

The fox flicked an ear and looked away.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you said in a baby voice. “Don’t be grumpy with me, you precious thing… Here, have some more…”

He sneezed, then looked back at you and opened his mouth, head tipped back like a baby bird awaiting a worm.

“You’re not going to take it? You want me to feed you?”

He just stared at you without moving.

“Fine, your highness,” you said. “Anything for you.”

You let the piece drop into his tilted jaws, and then chucked him affectionately under the chin with your finger after he’d chewed and swallowed it.

He caught the leather of the glove’s fingertip in his teeth in a move that was so fast you didn’t even see it, but then tugged gently, insistently.

“I’m not taking this off,” you frowned. “You could have rabies for all I know.”

A tiny, rattling growl, like the world’s tiniest chainsaw, rumbled out of him and he folded his ears back indignantly before pulling on the glove again. Then he let go, his ears pricked about as far forward as he could get them, and he stared expectantly at you.

“No way, friend,” you said, and stood to put the empty ham packet in the rubbish bin.

With your back to the kitchen window, a golden light flooded the room, and for a wild moment, you thought someone was driving straight at the house, headlights blazing. When you whipped around though, you froze. The light was coming from… from the fox.

“The fuck…?”

Your heartbeat started to race, and you weren’t sure if the ringing sound was coming from your own blood pounding in your ears or from something else in the room. The brightness reached such an intense crescendo that you had to look away, shielding your eyes with the crook of your arm until the chiming noise stopped and you lowered it cautiously back down, blinking.

There, standing in the centre of the room, was a man.

You took a step back, fear crashing in on your senses.

You looked around for something you could use as a weapon, but a warm, gentle voice said, “Wait, I won’t hurt you. I swear it.”

Again, you went still, and after taking a steadying breath, you turned to face him again, wide eyed and shaking. “What the hell?”

“Not hell,” he smiled, and you saw that he had warm, tan skin and dark, golden eyes. His hair was a russet colour, and it fell in soft waves around his ears to the nape of his neck. He was slender, not especially tall, and he was quite possibly the most beautiful human being you’d ever laid eyes on. Except… there was still a kind of glow around him, like an aura, and his clothes looked like they belonged at a Ren Faire or something, though the dark green, belted and embroidered tunic was finely tailored and his dark brown boots looked soft and well worn. Tiny points of light, like fireflies, twisted slowly through the air surrounding him before vanishing into a miniature, glittering starburst.

“You’re not human,” you said, despite how crazy it sounded.

“No,” the man replied with a smile. “No, I’m not. But you didn’t know that when you took in an injured fox and cared for him.”

“You’re the fox,” you blurted without thinking.

“I am. Sort of,” he smiled, and you saw that he had perfect, white teeth, with slightly more pointed canines than humans usually did. “I’m a fox spirit. There are all sorts of us, and we’re known by many names all over the world, but the most famous is probably the ‘kitsune’ thanks to modern media.”

“Oh,” you said, only half aware that your vision was darkening around the edges until it was too late. The blood roared again in your ears and your knees went out from under you. The last thing you saw was a flicker of a frown on the man’s — kitsune’s — face before he lunged towards you with hands outstretched, and the world went black.

You stirred and found yourself lying on the sofa in your sitting room, with your feet raised about a foot or so off the seat cushion, and a stranger in green standing over you, holding your legs up by the ankle. The kitsune. The fox spirit.

“Got to say, that’s the first time someone’s actually fainted because of me,” he said with a smile, lowering your legs back down and stepping back. “Are you alright?”

“I fainted?” you asked stupidly, pushing yourself upright and swinging your legs slowly off the sofa and onto the ground. You swayed a little, but didn’t pass out again.

The fox spirit nodded, his lovely hair shining with strands of bronze and copper in the low light of the room, gold eyes glowing as if back-lit. “Thank you for saving me,” he said in a quiet, earnest baritone.

“Did I, though?” you asked, staring openly at him. “I mean… you’re… magic, right? I saw the way your legs were just… Your back was broken…”

“If you’d hit me with your car, or simply left me there for the next driver to do the same, then I wouldn’t have survived. We’re tough, and our magic can heal most things, but not that.”

“Oh.” And then your cheeks went hot and you looked at the carpet, “I’m sorry I baby-talked you like you were an actual animal.”

He laughed; a beautiful, bright sound like dry autumn leaves in clear sunlight. His head tipped a little way back and he looked truly delighted. “You weren’t to know,” he said, still chuckling. “And you’re not the first.”

“Oh,” you said, like a broken record.

From where he stood nearby, the fox spirit smiled at you and then inhaled deeply. “I… should go,” he said, his golden eyes turning a little sad. “Let you return to your life…”

“Wait,” you called from the sofa as he turned away. “What’s your name?”

He cast you a look over his shoulder and the smile he gave you was wry and amused. “You may call me Rowe.”

There was a nuance there that you weren’t understanding, but you told him your name in return, and he inhaled suddenly as if you’d struck him.

“You would part with your name so carelessly?” he whispered, brows pulling together into a frown of utter confusion. “You…” and then his expression cleared and his shoulders dropped. “You have never had dealings with the fae, have you?”

“The… fae?” you stuttered. “Like… fairies?”

The smile that replaced the frown was patient and amused in equal parts, and he sighed and shook his head. “Well, here’s your first lesson. Never tell your true name to a fae.”

Again, all the sound that escaped you was a dull, “Oh.”

He exhaled and approached you, and you tried not to lean back, to lean away from him. This whole night had gone from bad to utterly bizarre in the blink of an eye and you felt a little sick from the whiplash.

To make matters all the more confusing, the strange man knelt before you, sweeping his long, otherworldly tunic out of the way as he sank down onto one knee like he was going to propose or something, and he bowed his auburn head. “You saved my life without thought of debt or repayment, and in recognition of the gift, I give one of my own. I bind your True Name to my heart and hold it there in silence. I may never speak your True Name aloud unless you give me leave so to do. This I swear upon my spirit and my magic and my own True Name.”

The air in the room prickled like static and you had to fight the urge to see if your hair was standing on end. Goosebumps flickered along your arms and legs, and you drew in a shallow breath. “Anything else I should know about?” you asked faintly.

He looked up at you and shrugged. “We’re allergic to iron,” he suggested. “And we’re overly fond of cream and sweet cakes…”

“Sweet cakes,” you repeated thoughtfully, eyes drifting towards the kitchen where you’d bought a strawberry sponge cake just the day before, and an idea half-formed in your head.

Rowe smiled and your heart slipped sideways in your chest for a moment. He was so beautiful it was almost hard to believe he was really there and really standing in front of you. Well, technically he was kneeling like a knight in a fairytale. Fairytale indeed, you thought.

“You don’t have to go,” you whispered.

You were afraid of sounding childish, that if you spoke too loudly, he would think you desperate and would laugh at you, but all he did was tilt his head to the side the way he had done as a fox, and he nodded once. “Alright,” he said.

“I mean, don’t feel like you have to stay either,” you babbled, making a rather pathetic, flapping gesture in front of you with your hands. “I just meant… you’re welcome to stay if you want to. I was going to cook some dinner and watch a movie… eat cake for dessert. I thought… I thought since you’ve had kind of a rough day, you might like to just… chill out with me for a while.”

“May I help you cook?”

“If you… If you’d like to?” you said, standing carefully and holding your hand out to him to encourage him up off the floor.

He slid his warm fingers into your palm, and got to his feet with the grace of a prince, and offered you another smile. “I’d like that very much.”

Rowe stayed with you for a week. You explained that you had to go to work or you’d get fired, and when you came back on the first day, you expected him to have gone, leaving you wondering if the whole thing hadn’t been a hallucination brought on by the combination of a stressful week of work and the awful weather. But no, Rowe was there that evening, curled up as a fox on the impromptu bed you’d made by the radiator while the rain hurled itself at the window pane above him.

“Rowe, you don’t have to sleep on that!” you gasped, dropping your bag by the door and making him startle awake, ears pricked, tail fluffed up in rather adorable alarm.

In a flash of gold light, he was human again, standing beside the bed and smiling at you. “I don’t mind,” he chuckled. “It’s comfortable, and when I’m a fox, I don’t think in quite the same way as I do when I’m in this form. That’s how I got hit by the car in the first place… Please, don’t fret.”

You scowled at him, but relented, and asked him about his day. It seemed he’d spent most of it in his fox form, either out and about in the woods near your house, or sleeping by the warmth of the radiator.

“Didn’t you get bored here?” you asked.

“I could have done the housework for you,” he smirked. “But I thought that might have been an intrusion on your privacy.”

You laughed. “Thanks?”

After three days of sharing your space with him — he sleeping contentedly as a fox on the pile of blankets and you upstairs in your bedroom — you cleared your throat that evening as you sat together on the sofa like old friends, and said, “You know… uh… I… I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to come upstairs with me… I don’t want you to feel like you have to sleep down here like you’re a…” you trailed off, flushing hot with awkward embarrassment.

One russet-brown eyebrow climbed a little higher than the other. “… a what?”

“Like you’re some kind of pet… you know…”

Rowe laughed and, as it always did, your heart skipped a beat. His cheeks dimpled and Adam’s apple danced in his exposed throat and you ached. It felt like a long time since someone had touched you; since you’d been held, let alone kissed. He had a beautiful mouth, like he’d been made just to tempt you.

Some of your thoughts must have shown on your face because the laughter died in his throat and he fixed you with a look that was all concern. He murmured the name you’d given him permission to use when it was just the two of you and asked, “What’s wrong? I’m not upset about the animal comment,” he said, reaching for your forearm and trying to reassure you, but you shook your head. “Then what?”

Tears came unbidden to your eyes and you turned away. His hand felt hot through the fabric of your hoodie, but his grip was feather light. It would take nothing at all to pull yourself free, but the thought of it seemed overwhelming. “It’s nothing,” you choked, pressing your lips together and hoping he’d let the matter drop.

He didn’t. His eyes flared bright gold and he scowled at you when you risked a glance at him. “The fae can always taste a lie,” he said with the slightest growl to his voice. “And I can tell you’re hurting. We were laughing, and then… you weren’t. What changed?”

“It’s —”

A short, animal growl echoed in his throat but he bit it back, shut his mouth with a click of teeth, and glared at you.

“Ugh, fine,” you huffed, standing up and pacing across the room. “It’s been a long time since it’s been this easy around someone, ok? And it’s not every day that a handsome, cute guy with a great sense of humour shows genuine interest in me. I just wished, for like half a second, that you might be interested in me, but I get it. You’re not even human. I was nice to you. You probably feel obliged to stay here. You… You should probably go soon anyway.”

His expression turned from concerned to carefully neutral, and he stood. “If that’s the way you feel,” he said, “Then I can leave. But you should know that I’ve had a wonderful time with you, and…” he swallowed and took a breath, “I think you’re beautiful, through and through.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “Don’t bother trying to spare my feelings.”

“We can taste a lie, but we cannot tell one,” he said evenly. “I could not tell you that your clothes are yellow when they are not, nor that the sky is green, nor that you are not beautiful.”

You turned slowly around to look at him, and found him glowing gold again, those points of light spiralling lazily in the air around him. The slight shape of fox ears seemed to be picked out in two, brighter lines above his copper hair and behind him you saw a golden tail swaying back and forth. His eyes blazed bright like burnished bronze, and he was staring directly at you as he spoke.

“Oh.”

“I would very much like to stay with you, and share your bed, and, if you would let me, I would bring you pleasure too.”

Your breath hitched and you licked your lips. He even spoke like he was out of a fairytale. “You mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok,” you smiled.

Together, you tidied up the sitting room, and he followed you upstairs, still glowing softly, as if he were utterly contented and couldn’t help it.

Rowe undressed with you in your bedroom, baring a body like polished bronze; all lean lines and languid muscle, and you almost couldn’t look away. He asked if he could shower with you, and gently washed you and touched you, cupping your breasts and trailing his hands down your sides with reverent care. He passed his thumbs over your hardened nipples and kneaded your breasts until you gasped and tipped your head back, eyes closed. He teased between your legs with his fingertips, and then when you turned the shower off, he kissed your forehead. In a rush of magic, both your bodies were completely dry and your skin glowed softly with a thousand, dewy, golden sparkles. You beamed up at him, and he kissed you.

When he drew back, he led you by the hand into the bedroom and you lay down on the bed, heart racing. He knelt between your parted knees and you stared openly at his beautiful body. He looked like a statue come to life, and his cock had been more than half-hard ever since the shower, even as he turned his attention wholly on you and skimmed his palms up your thighs. You parted your legs a little wider for him and he bowed forward to kiss along your inner thigh until you shivered and lay back on the pillow behind you with a gasp.

He kissed you and tasted you, moaning softly before letting his tongue sweep up over you. He took your sensitive clit between his lips and kissed you there as well, and then he slid his arms under your thighs, lay down on his front, and you lost yourself to the pleasure of his mouth.

You lost count of how many times he made you come that night, with his tongue and with his fingers, but he never asked for more than you were ready to give.

“Come on me,” you murmured. You had no idea how well your current contraception would withstand a magical fae, but you were pretty sure you were safe with that, and when you asked, he nodded.

His fingers were slick from where he’d made you come, again, and he closed his hand around his cock with a low groan that dissolved into a gasp as he brought himself to the brink. He glowed gold again and you saw those ears made of light and the tail gleaming vividly behind him just as he spilled over your stomach with a muted grunt and another beautiful moan.

The golden light suffused the room, and you watched his expression as he came — open and vulnerable and achingly beautiful — and wished more than anything that he would stay.

When you woke in the morning, you expected to wake alone, but the warm pressure of Rowe’s body pressed against your back and the weight of his arm across your waist drew a little inhale of surprise from you. Apparently that was enough to wake him, because he kissed the back of your head and mumbled a sleepy good morning into your hair.

He was hard too, you realised, and you deliberately rocked your hips back against him.

Rowe let out a grunt and his hand shifted to your hips, drawing himself closer to you with a languid, answering roll of his hips.

“I don’t know if the fae have weekends,” you said, “But today is Saturday. I don’t have to go in to work…”

“Good,” he said. “I’m not sure I could let you go anywhere today after last night.” He said it with a laugh that told you he would let you do anything you liked, and you rolled over to face him. The softness in his smile brought one of your own to your lips, and he slid his hand down over your breast and then down between your legs.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he slipped his fingers easily inside you, and you rolled onto your back as he started a rhythm that would end in the kind of pleasure you had only ever dreamed of before him.

He smiled and kissed your cheek without his fingers once faltering, and whispered in your ear, “I’ll stay with you as long as you want me.”

You gasped and bucked, and almost missed his promise.

“I’ll stay with you forever.”

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[marlynnofmany]

Reaching

Being the tall person at the grocery store is nothing compared to being the tall species on an alien planet. Everybody here was hip-height at best, and my ability to grab things that would normally require a stepstool was very appreciated. I wasn’t the only Big Alien come to visit, since the courier ship was about evenly split size-wise, but I was definitely enjoying it.

Especially since the cargo we were meant to pick up was stored (for some reason) on high shelves.

“That’s everything from this one,” I said to Mur as I grabbed a final dusty crate from head level, bending down to place it on the hoversled. “What’s next?” I straightened up and stretched my back, ready for more.

Mur consulted a list on the communicator he held with one tentacle. “That was the ‘blue alcove.’ Which one’s the ‘round alcove’?”

I rotated in place, looking for round things in the alien barn full of mismatched architecture and empty stalls. The owner had decided to retire and sell their old junk, which meant getting us to deliver it to somebody else’s farm. They were paying extra for us to load it onto the ship ourselves. This farmer was either elderly and infirm, or out of bothers to give. Not that it mattered much either way.

“I see it!” Paint said, pointing a scaly hand upward.

I followed her finger to see a curved opening halfway up the wall. “That’s more of an oval, but everything else is square, so I guess that’s it,” I agreed.

Paint tugged the hoversled over, while Mur sat on top of the boxes with his list. Then they both waited for me, because they certainly couldn’t reach any of it.

“We’re meant to take everything up here, right?” I asked, leaning in to grab a bundle of what looked like hammers strapped together. They were heavy, but not to the point where I was at risk of dropping them on anybody.

“Looks like yes,” Mur said. “Can you get all of it?”

“Mayyybe not,” I admitted. “This alcove is pretty deep.”

“Oh, there’s a ladder!” Paint said, darting away. I was busy straining to reach a roll of wire, so I didn’t see what caused the loud snap. But I did hear her make a disappointed sound.

Mur laughed. “There was a ladder. See any others over there?”

I pulled the wire down and set it on the cart, only then getting a view of Paint guiltily dropping the decrepit piece of wood that had recently been half a ladder. There were two or three pegs sticking out of it, though the rest had stayed with the other half, which appeared to be bolted to the wall.

I winced. “Are we going to have to pay damages for that?”

“Eh, maybe,” Mur said. “Pretty sure the old farmer mentioned a number of things that were destined for the fuel pile anyway. We can let Captain Sunlight ask.”

Paint called over, “I don’t see any others.”

A look back at the near wall showed bolts that might have held a different ladder in place once. “New question,” I said. “What do you see that looks strong enough for me to step on? Because I can just climb up there with a little boost.”

Mur grumbled something about species that were always looking for things to climb. Since this was entirely accurate, I ignored him. Then he said, “Well, I’d suggest stepping on the sled, but it’s full of goods, and the brakes aren’t what they should be.”

“Yeah, no use risking that,” I agreed. “And I don’t need much. I could probably get up there with a running start, but I’d rather not bruise anything today.”

Paint trotted back over. “What about those?” she suggested, pointing out a stack of metal tubs that were probably meant for animal food.

We took a look. Some were rusty and unreliable, and they were all heavy — we had to tip the stack on its side to sort through them. But we found one at the bottom that felt sturdy enough. I probably wouldn’t fall right through it. Probably.

It sure was heavy, though. I dragged it over, leaving a trail through the dirt and alien straw, hoping I wasn’t about to ruin another thing that we’d have to pay for.

I’d just gotten it into position when a new voice asked, “What is taking so long?”

Trrili stood in the doorway, a looming black-and-red menace with mandibles and pincher arms. She looked impatient. She also looked like a giant praying mantis, but she always looked like that.

While Paint explained that the items were hard to reach and the ladder was pursuing an exciting new career as kindling, Trrili stalked over on her many legs. Ignoring me completely, she reared back and easily reached into the back of the alcove. “All of these?” she asked.

“Ah, yup,” I said, stepping to the side.

She pulled back to land with her pincher arms holding a large curved thing that had loops dangling from the sides. “What even is this?” she asked as she dumped it onto the sled.

“Looks like a saddle,” I told her.

She was already back up there, rummaging around with only her hind feet on the ground. “What for?”

I said, “Riding animals, I imagine,” then went to stand uselessly with Paint. We watched as our larger coworker loaded up the rest of the items.

“Why would anyone want to ride an animal?” Trrili asked, placing a segment of pipe between the boxes.

“Not everyone has hovertech,” I said. “And it’s nice when your transportation can watch out for hazards. And appreciate neck scritches.”

Trrili declared the whole idea absurd and unnecessary, fit only for species that got too familiar with their prey. None of this was a surprise to me. I’d heard her opinions on pets before.

But Paint was curious about what it was like to be carried around by a large living thing. Was it frightening? What if the animal went the wrong way? What was the importance of “neck scritches?”

I set about explaining horses to her. I might not be able to reach as far as Trrili, but this was definitely something I could do.

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#my writing #humans are weird #The Token Human #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #writeblr #writblr

[seuonji]

彡 i love you all the way. — yoon jeonghan

notes ๑ after getting rejected by your long term crush, jeonghan makes a proposal. little did you know, this proposal is fully a win to him, as long as you say yes.

keys ๑ best friend!jeonghan, crush!joshua

genre ๑ angst, fluff, highschool au — preview

warnings ๑ none

word count ๑ 0.7k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

you were seated at your desk with jeonghan sitting infront of you. he was immersed in a comic he’s been fixated on lately. his legs were tucked under your desk so his knees were hitting yours. you occasionally kicked his shins but he still didn’t move. he wasn’t from your class, he just visited you every lunch break.

“he rejected me,” you monotonously blurted out of the blue.

“hm? joshua?” he peeped over the comic he was reading to see your face.

you bit your lip and nodded, hands fiddling with the comic book you stole from jeonghan’s bag.

his eyes averted back to his comic but he was interested to know more, “do you know why he rejected?”

“said he doesn’t have time for a relationship, what a load of bull,” you eventually placed the comic into your desk and smacked your hands unable to hide your frustrations of the situation. “how much you wanna bet he’s lying?”

“yn, you and i both know he’s not,“ jeonghan tilted the book downwards so you could see his done expression.

it was true, joshua was someone that cared about doing well academically. along with that, he was captain of the track team at school. to top it all off, he offered to teach kids in the music club how to play the guitar.

it was admirable really, plus, it was attractive. he knew how to balance his life amazingly well yet, he didn’t know where to fit a significant other into his schedule. but perhaps it wasn’t something meant to be fit in. at least not yet.

another admiring aspect of joshua was that he knew where his priorities lied however it was something you couldn’t help but resent.

because joshua did like you. you were someone he made exceptions for. he met you through his busy schedules so naturally you thought, this could work.

you planted your face onto your desk. “how could he reject me, we hangout all the time. what was missing?” you sulked.

“nothing was missing, he just has some priorities ynnie.”

your head was still on the table and jeonghan sighed.

“hey, be thankful he thought it through. it’s true he’s busy, you know that. even if he did accepted you, he would be able to only love you halfway, don’t you think?” he tapped your head with the book as he lectured you.

you let out a deep sigh, jeonghan couldn’t be more right. underneath it all, you knew you would’ve gotten tired of meeting him only for a few hours a week. you’d also get tired of the late replies and ultimately, in that list of priorities he had, you wouldn’t even place top three.

it just wasn’t meant to be.

you sat upwards and with a helpless tone, you answered, “i guess.”

jeonghan breathily chuckled as he pinched your hair in between his fingers. just as silence creeped in, jeonghan spoke.

“wanna date me in the meantime?” he tilted his head.

you were apalled, astonished even but you answered and went with it. it was definitely just one of his jeonghan jokes anyways.

“why would i accept, this totally goes against what you said earlier. joshua may only love me halfway but you don’t love me at all.”

“what do you mean? i love you all the way, is it my fault you didn’t notice?”

you sat there amused, his words were yet to register in your head, “you hypocrite!”

but then you finally heard him.

“wait— you what?—”

you were cut off by the bell,

“oh, there’s the bell, i’ll see you later yn,” he slid out the seat, placing it under its respective desk. he patted your head and smiled, “think about it, it might be fun.”

just as he was about to walk to the exit, he bent down and whispered in your ear, “i’ll let you pretend i’m joshua.”

the last thing you heard was his steps descending further away from you. you were left with so much uncertainty but one thing is for sure, this was not one of his jeonghan jokes.

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[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 3)

notes: another short part, because it seems like these devils website streamed games are harder for me to write for? so sorry!

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y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 greetings and salutations! welcome to another preseason recap! as always, strap in and get ready!

just a reminder that as this is preseason, not all of satan’s favorite children played! tonight we had swiss cheese, swiss roll, uncle haulaback girl, uncle lizard again, best friend number 1, V², and ginger snap!

we started off the game by giving up a goal to the annoying orange’s 😐

BUT lizard man tied us up almost halfway through the 1st! POP OFF, UNCLE CURTSY!

captain whore was jailed tonight for being too cute, and ya know what? i think it’s fair! make him stay there!

not long after cap’s penalty, we got a goal from holtzy! giving us a 2-1 lead!

but then ham sammich also got a penalty for tripping!

we made it almost all the way through 3rd with our lead and i was really looking forward to going home! until one of those orange fucks tied up the game 🫠

i had a few choice words for that player… lindy didn’t like my words, i don’t think

however, about 2 and a half minutes into OT… HAULA THE BALLA GOT THE GAME WINNING GOAL WITH ASSISTS FROM BESTIE NUMBER 1 AND THE GIANT TEDDY BEAR!!

which means your devils are 4-0 in the preseason!! 3 games left!

p.s. this is my formal request to never have to be around gritty again. i thought adam fantilli was my biggest fear, but i’ve been proven wrong

tagged curtislazar95, nicohischier, holtz_10, dougieham, ehaula, dawson1417

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curtislazar95 i always look forward to your praise, niece!

y/ndevils00 i’m so glad! can i babysit your children (my cousins) one day?

curtislazar95 quite literally never 💚🦎

y/ndevils00 eh, probably the right choice

jackhughes are you seriously afraid of a mascot, dove?

y/ndevils00 look at him! i think he would plan my murder and get away with it

grittynhl i would

y/ndevils00 OH MY JESUS FUCK GET HIM AWAY

lhughes_06 dawson sent him a video of you throwing your phone and now jack is currently doubled over on the floor, tears rolling down his face, as he laughs at this

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes glad to know you find my FEAR amusing

ehaula i try, i try 🤗

y/ndevils00 you did better than dawson! (don’t tell dawson)

dawson1417 YOU KNOW I CAN SEE THIS, RIGHT??

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 no you can’t, this is a private conversation!

dawson1417 i can assure you, it is NOT

john.marino97 i’m loving this

dawson1417 @/john.marino97 shut up, you’ve been stealing my affection!

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 @/john.marino97 boys, boys, i love you both equally!

dawson1417 no you don’t

john.marino97 no you don’t

dougieham why does it look like you took that picture of me from on the ice?

y/ndevils00 i have my ways

dougieham were you ON THE ICE somehow?!

jackhughes are you kidding? she would’ve broken her neck

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes okay and who’s fault is that? my boyfriend is a professional hockey player and you’ve never TAUGHT ME how to ice skate

jackhughes umm i TRIED to teach you! you fell on your face and then bribed luke to distract me so that you could get yourself hot cocoa and hide from me so you wouldn’t have to get on the ice again

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes hmm that doesn’t sound like something i would do. nope, not at all

nicohischier i didn’t miss this

y/ndevils00 yes you did

nicohischier i missed you calling me “captain whore” and taking pictures of me in the penalty box?

y/ndevils00 well maybe if you didn’t get penalties, i wouldn’t be ABLE to take pictures of you in the naughty boy box

nicohischier oh wow, i never thought of that before 😐

y/ndevils00 i know, you’re welcome

dawson1417 i got that assist for you!

y/ndevils00 awww i appreciate that, merc-dawg!

y/ndevils00 a goal would’ve been nicer tho

dawson1417 i’m feeling very under appreciated right now

y/ndevils00 aww i’m sorry, i love you! (do better)

dawson1417 i love you too! (yes ma’am 😔)

grittynhl i’m coming for you

y/ndevils00 help me 🥲

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[tmntxthings]

一∑ All For You・゜・。

author’s note: nice song, idk how I got the yandere vibes, but here we are, also it’s late soooo unedited and prolly horrendous >.<

warnings: yandere!donnie, toxic relationship, gaslighting, lies, manipulation, controlling, cursing

song: “ Feather by Sabrina Carpenter ”

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Donatello didn’t feel any remorse as he hacked into your phone.

You obviously needed help.

You couldn’t do this yourself.

So he took it upon himself to help you out with this one.

It was honestly torture to watch you with your toxic partner.

And he was past the point of caring about the repercussions you may force upon him.

Donnie was actually pretty sure you would be grateful. This favor he was about to do for you.

It was too easy to get into your phone. Donnie sat in his swivel chair, music playing around him as he dabbled with the keys on his keyboard.

After he had cornered his resolve it was only a matter of time. He knew most of your passwords and while he could’ve just stolen your phone to do this… he didn’t want to chance it.

Donnie wouldn’t just block this asshole. No no. He was going to eradicate this fool from your phone. Wipe it clean of your partner's existence. There would be no way they could reach you and if they tried instead it would alert Donnie.

You were unhappy with your current situation. You came to the lair moping, and in a depressive state due to this punk! And it seemed every time you did go through with breaking up, it would last only a couple of hours before this irritating charmer found their way back into your life. Back as your partner.

Well Donnie had enough. And he was positive you felt the same way. You just needed his help. Needed him to take control and save you. Make all the hard decisions so you wouldn’t have to feel guilty.

Gladly! He would gladly do all these things and more to get you back into a happier state. And you would see! Once you got over the fact that he intruded into your space, and completely blocked someone out of your life… all that was missing was the irl part.

Donnie didn’t know if he was ready to commit murder on your behalf yet. So this would have to do for now.

It had worked too. Initially you had wondered why they weren’t responding to you, messaging or calling you. But as the days went by you were brighter, lighter.

And Donnie had to keep it together to not verbally ask for a gracious thank you. No, this was enough. Just seeing you smile. Yeah. A feather is what you became. You floated into his lab, giggling about some comedy movie you had just finished. Asking him about his latest and greatest.

Now usually Donnie was very attentive to you. Especially when you came in his space. He had to make sure you didn’t accidentally light something on fire or god forbid press a button that should probably have a fingerprint approval on it.

So yeah, he was halfway listening to you. His headphones buzzing from a tune, typing something on his monitor when he got a blip of a notification. One that you clocked in on.

“Who’s that??”

And like a cat he jumped in his seat. Realizing it was a message from your asshole of a partner. He was trying to close out his screens and his fingers flew to cover up his mistake. But the world was against him as your head leaned past his shoulder, scrutinizing the screen as he missed the escape button a trillion times.

“Fucking Asshole?”

You questioned and as you read the message. No the loads of messages that had gone between Donnie and well..your soon to be ex! You took a sharp intake of breath.

“Donnie what the fuck is this??”

He cringed. Finally closing, it made a resound click. “Before I admit to my crimes I’d like to point out how happy you’ve been these past couple of days! Just think, you could be this way all the tim—“

“Donnie!!” You yelled, staring him down now.

He pulled down his headset. “Really Y/n you’re overreacting right now. All I’ve done is block them permanently off your phone and rerouted everything they send to me instead.” He listed all of this off nonchalantly. It was all totally cool. It was chill! It was fineeee!

You just continued to stare, though your eyes had widened incrementally as you assessed the bigger picture. “And you’re responding to them??”

“Ahh well.. I couldn’t help myself. I told myself I wouldn’t but.. pretending to be you and slowly breaking their resolve was just too fun to miss out on! Pretty sure they're gonna break up with you soon!” Donnie tacked on the last sentence as a bonus! A super positive plus that surely you were happy about.

“Donnie this is fucked up. You can’t just do that! You can’t just, UGH! I can’t even right now Dee. I’m leaving.”

You were bolting. And Donnie wondered if he should follow. He swiveled. Once. Twice. Fuck it he was going after you! To explain better.

“Y/n! Wait!” He called out, jumping from his chair and pressing on his wrist tech to call for a battle shell. It shot out from the charging station and latched onto his softshell. Once in place he went in jetpack mode, flying through the sewer and assessing you had already made it topside.

You were steps from walking out onto the sidewalk and into the flow of commuters. That was before his hands found your waist, gripping tightly as he picked your weight up off the ground and he shot into the air.

You screamed, flailing before deciding you didn’t want to fall and clung to him instead. Now you were cursing as he slowed down to land on an empty rooftop.

“You’re no better than them! Doing all of this by yourself! Doing things I never asked for and don’t want!” You hollered, getting heated even though you were still trying to catch your breath. Wind whipped past the both of you, leaving trails of goosebumps on you.

Donnie let you get it all off your chest. And by the end of your rant, “now get me off this roof and leave me the hell alone!” You wanted away. Still trying to run. Well now you had nowhere to go unless you wanted to fall six floors down.

“I think if you just took a moment to look past what I’ve done you’ll see I only did it for you! And it’s benefitted you so far! Why do you want to go through that cycle of breakups again? When I could just take care of this problem for you!”

This all sounded reasonable to Donatello. Nice even. “I know it may look bad to you Donnie, but I really do like them. Despite our ups and downs.”

“More downs than ups..” Donnie muttered. Rolling his eyes at the word you used ‘like’. Whatever. There was no way you liked them. Why were you over all the time then? Why not hang out with them? And brimming with excitement too whenever you hung around? When you did come over after a date with your partner you were never that happy!

“I’m serious Donnie, fix what you did or else this will be the last you see of me.”

What?!

You were threatening him now?? After all he had done? His eyes darkened. A sneer appearing on his face as he stalked forward, “Really now? Where you gonna go Y/n?” Donnie looked out at the empty rooftop. No door, no staircase/fire escape. You took in your surroundings too. Your mouth going into a grim line.

“I’ll call the police. I’ll call your brothers!” Again with the threats!

Donnie expanded his tech bo. And while you jumped back thinking he was about to attack, he just leaned over it, bored to bits already. “Go ahead, try calling up a hero. We’ve got all the time in the world up here for you to understand my side of things.”

You didn’t know why every call you tried failed. Well that was until you looked up to see Donnie canceling it on his end. On his wrist tech. He shot you a swarmy wink when he caught you staring. Fuming. You’d see his point of view soon.

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below are answered anon asks from this post:

thoughts on ‘jumping’

thoughts on ‘pretending’

thoughts on ‘layers’

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[scoonsalicious]

Pocket MCU - Iron Man 1/?

In Which Pocket and Tony Have a Video Call.

Word Count: 979

Scene In-Movie @ 10:30

So, I decided to re-watch Iron Man tonight, and I started thinking about how Pocket would fit into existing MCU narratives. So, here's a little bonus, taking place during the first Iron Man movie. This might turn into something, it might not. For now, just a little fun thing I did, mostly so I could write more Pocket/Tony (even though she hasn't been given the nickname 'Pocket' yet). Enjoy!

“Only you would fuck a girl who called you a war profiteer,” you told Tony over the video call from your office in New York. “She still upstairs?”

“Miss Potts should be taking care of her right now,” Tony said as he fiddled with the engine of his 1932 Ford Flathead Roadster in his Malibu garage. 

“How’s that working out, anyway?” you asked, your interest piqued. “She’s lasted loads longer than any of your other personal assistants.”

“She’s good,” Tony said, taking a piece of the car’s engine out and putting it aside. “Very efficient.”

“I like her,” you told him. “I think she’s been good for you.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t need her if you just moved out here permanently,” he told you. 

“And just leave the New York office to Obadiah Stane? I don’t think so,” you said. 

“I don’t know why you hate him so much, Kiddo,” Tony said, turning his focus away from the car and fully onto you.

“He’s the one who hates me,” you clarified. “I’m just matching his energy.”

“I think you’re reading too much into it. He’s a little wary of you, that’s all.”

“He hates that you nominated me for Chief Technical Officer,” you said. “He officially opposed the nomination in front of the board.”

Tony frowned. “When the fuck did that happen? Why wasn’t I informed of it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe if you spent a little less time shooting craps and fucking Vanity Fair reporters, and actually attended a board meeting every once in a while,” you said. 

“I’ll talk to him,” Tony assured you.

“No, don’t,” you protested. “It’s bad enough he thinks I’m just another one of your fangirls. The last thing I need is for you to make a demand on him for my sake.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” he asked you. “This job is yours– it should be yours. You’ve earned it.”

You sighed. “And I appreciate you saying that. Thing is, I’m not going to prove that by having you tell people. Only way it’s going to happen is if they see what I’m capable of, and if I leave New York for Malibu, they never will.”

“Did I ever tell you you’re very annoying when you make a valid point that goes against what I want?” Tony asked you.

“Frequently. All the time. Why do you think I enjoy doing it so much?”

“You know, I think I liked you better when you were just a stripper,” he said.

You stuck your tongue out at him through the video feed. “Yeah, well, whose fault is it that I’m not anymore?”

“You could always join my flight crew, if you ever wanted back on the pole,” he teased.

“Please,” you scoffed at the suggestion. “You call them dancers? They should be ashamed of themselves.”

“Hey now, what they lack in rhythm, they make up for in other… areas,” Tony smirked. 

“Do you ever get tired of being a giant slut?” you asked affectionately.

“Not yet, but if I do, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Maybe second,” you told him.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“I don’t know– maybe you should tell Miss Potts first,” you grinned. You looked behind him to see the woman in question coming down the stairs through the glass door behind him. “Speaking of which, it’s her birthday today, so be nice.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “How the hell do you know that?” he asked you.

“I pay fucking attention, dumbass,” you said.

Pepper Potts entered the basement, talking on the phone. “You are supposed to be halfway around the world right now,” she said to Tony as she tapped something on her tablet.

“Hey, Pepper,” you called.

“(Y/N), hi,” the other woman said. “How’s the nomination going?”

You shrugged. “Oh, you know, just roadblocks from the patriarchy. No big deal.”

Pepper nodded understandingly at that.

“How’d she take it?” Tony asked Pepper, interrupting your conversation.

“Like a champ,” Pepper offered. 

“Which translates to ‘like an obnoxious bitch,” you chuckled. Pepper winked at you over Tony’s shoulder. “You owe her a raise, Boss,” you told Tony.

“You give a raise,” Tony said. He directed his next words to Pepper: “Why are you trying to hustle me out of here?” 

“Your flight was scheduled to leave an hour and a half ago,” she told him.

“That’s funny,” Tony said as he continued to play with the engine of the Roadster. “I thought with it being my plane and all, that it would just wait for me to get there.”

“This is the flight to Afghanistan?” you asked, and Pepper nodded at you.

“I mean,” Tony spoke over you, “doesn’t it defeat the whole purpose of having your own plane if it departs before you arrive?”

“Ignore him, Pepper,” you said, turning to face your computer monitor. “Tony, if you don’t get your ass to the airport right now, I’m going to hack into JARVIS’s system right now and swap all your playlists from metal to nineties bubblegum pop.”

“You wouldn’t.” Tony said, standing up and wiping his hands on a towel.

“Don’t test me, Boss,” you threatened. “This is a huge-ass contract.”

Inside Tony’s garage, the opening notes of Hanson’s MMMBop began to play.

“Fine, enough! You win, you tiny monster!’ Tony grunted, throwing his towel down. 

You immediately cut the music. “Get on that plane,” you warned him. “I’ll know if you don’t.” You gave him a Look. “And Pepper, tell him to stop pulling your pigtails, okay?”

Pepper blushed, but she just nodded.

“Give Rhodey a hug for me,” you told Tony, “and let me know when you land, you absolute dipshit.” You disconnected the call.

“You know,” said Tony, turning back to Pepper, “sometimes I regret ever meeting that kid.”

Pepper smiled. “No, you don’t.”

Tony grinned at her. “No, no I don’t. Not even for a second. Now, about that Jackson Pollock painting…”

#Pocket MCU #Unwanted prequel

[vincess-princess]

we, the psychos

ch. 9

Word count: 2103 Warnings: - A\N: a day late, but the update is here! i figured tommy hasn't been in a spotlight for a while so this is all his pov

The laughter only stopped when they loaded Tommy with a double dose of laudanum. He slept like dead through the night, without his usual nightmares. Which would be nice were waking up not extremely miserable afterwards.

It took a lot of effort just to open his eyes. The grey light from the window, though rather dim, hurt to look at. Tommy’s vision was blurry, and his body felt like a puppet with cut strings, like it stuck to the mattress and had to be scraped off with a switchblade.

The switchblade came in the face of Duff carrying a fabric bundle.

“Well, good morning, my merry man,” he said cheerfully, placing the bundle at Tommy’s feet. “See your fit’s over. That’s good.”

“But at what cost,” Tommy croaked, pushing himself up on the bed. His head immediately reacted to the movement by exploding with such pain Tommy dropped back onto the bed with a groan. “I never want to take this medicine ever again.”

“Unfortunately, that’s the only thing that works,” Duff shrugged. “C’mon, don’t be a baby. I’ve got something for you.”

He unfolded the bundle, which, as Tommy feared, turned out to be a hospital robe.

“One of the laundresses got it tailored to your height.”

“No-o,” Tommy moaned, turned over to the wall and covered his head with his pillow. “I’m not putting that on.”

“Yes, you are.” Duff’s tone didn’t change a note. “You’re not special.”

“If I weren’t special I wouldn’t have an, um, ‘fancy’ ward,” Tommy mumbled. And also would have been punished for the fight.

“Well, beside that.” Duff didn’t relent. “Listen, you’re not having lunch until you put this on.”

“It’s lunchtime already?” For some reason Tommy thought it was morning. Though the grey skies looked the same at any time of day. “Why haven’t you woken me up for breakfast?”

“We couldn’t. You slept like a corpse. Dr. Duren told us to let you rest.”

Special princess, Wharton’s voice said in his head. Though if he truly was a special princess, he wouldn’t be forced to wear the hospital robe.

“Can I see the doctor?” Tommy asked.

“Now?” Duff frowned. “He’s seeing other patients, not sure if he can spare time for you before lunch… What do you want from him?”

“I wanna ask him something.”

“Alright, I’ll go check. Maybe he’ll fit you in somewhere. But you aren’t going anywhere until you put on the robe!”

“You are a horrible, horrible person,” Tommy said.

“I just treat all the patients equally.” Duff looked offended. “This is a public asylum, there are people of all walks of life here. And, regardless of their past, they deserve equal treatment. You included. C’mon, I don’t have all the time in the world.”

“You will burn in hell,” Tommy promised, sitting up on the bed. The fabric was rough and thick. God, it would hang off him like a potato sack.

“For treating everyone equally? I doubt it,” Duff huffed. Tommy managed to annoy him.

“This is just stupid,” Tommy complained, slowly undressing. He hoped Duff would get the hint and turn away, but the nurse kept watching him indifferently. “If people are to be treated equally, they would be born equal. But they’re not. Hey, could you not look at least?”

“No,” Duff disappointed him again. “What if you decide to pull something while I look away?”

“What, is that an impression you have of me? That I’m capable of something like that?”

“I haven’t formed it yet. But I do already know that you’re a spoiled whiny baby.”

“Hey!”

“The longer you dress, the fewer the chance Dr. Duren will see you.”

“Ugh.”

Tommy slowly unbuttoned his shirt, carefully folded it and lay it on the bed. His trousers soon followed suit. He needed to change underwear, but with Duff looking… no, he’d better do it at night.

Tommy was right about the robe. It did hang off him like a potato sack. The person it was tailored for was way wider in the shoulders and the hips, and the shoulder seams went like halfway down Tommy’s sleeves. The trousers separated into pant legs somewhere a bit above the knee. It was the worst outfit Tommy saw in his life.

“Not bad,” Duff said when he was done.

“Not bad? Not bad?!” Tommy almost screamed. “This is an atrocity! A crime against humanity! A horror beyond comprehe-“

“Save all that vocabulary of yours for Dr. Duren.” Duff rubbed his temples tiredly. “Now let’s go, I need to escort you to other patients. I’ll see about Dr. Duren and come back with the results.”

Dread washed over Tommy. Other patients were going to see him in this. Yes, they wore the same clothes, but they fit them. Psychos of their status weren’t supposed to look good. Tommy might be a psycho too, but he was different.

“Tommy.” Duff was calm, but there was something in his tone that made Tommy swallow all the objections he was going to unleash.

“Coming,” he could only say as he shuffled out of the ward after Duff.

***

“Oh, Tommy! How you doin’?” Mick greeted him warmly. “Your fit had us all scared. Is that a common thing?”

Oh, right, the laughing fit in the canteen. Lamenting the loss of his dignity, Tommy almost forgot about it.

“Depends,” he shrugged. “A couple times a week. And always at the least appropriate of times.”

“Yeah, that sure was not a good time to laugh,” Mick agreed. “But all that matters is that it’s over. And you’ve got new clothes, I see. How does it feel to be one of plebeians?”

“Horrible,” Tommy grumbled. “I’d rather kill myself than wear this.”

“Nah, it’s not worth it. You’ll get used to it.” Mick patted him on the shoulder. “Let’s go rake some leaves, or Simmons is gonna get big mad.”

They weren’t given proper rakes, of course. Instead they got shovels with blunt edges. These could still serve as a weapon, only with a little bit of effort, but the next step would be raking the leaves with hands so that was the best option.

“Do we have to…” Tommy grimaced, holding the shovel with two fingers like it was something disgusting. He just stepped in mud, and his boots – the last of his normal clothes – now looked just as awful as the robe. Tommy’s mood tanked completely.

“At least pretend you’re doing something,” Mick said, slowly moving the shovel back and forth. It didn’t gather a lot of leaves and was largely useless, but it did look like Mick was working. But Tommy felt offended by the entire concept. Why does he, a nobleman, have to work like a servant out in the cold, standing in mud? Did he not deserve some privileges? His father was a sponsor, after all!

Tommy stood upright and threw the shovel on the ground.

“I am not doing anything.”

Mick rolled his eyes. “You do you. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Tommy found a drier place under a tree and sat down there, observing other patients work. Nurses watched them on the other end of the garden and didn’t notice his impunity at first. But only at first.

Then one of the three nurses on site spotted him. He walked up to Tommy and squatted in front of him. He didn’t look angry or irritated, but there was something behind his indifference… something that said “don’t fuck with me”. And he badly needed a haircut. No wonder half the hospital was wearing long hair – the nurses couldn’t even provide an example.

“Tired?” the nurse said, tilting his head, a mocking glint in his eyes – or was Tommy imagining things?

“I’m not going to do this.” Tommy waved at the patients working.

“And why is that?”

“Because that shouldn’t be patients’ work. Hire a gardener or something.”

“With pleasure - if you provide the funds.” The corner of the nurse’s mouth curved ever so slightly.

“I’m not the one you should be asking.”

“Well, then you are not the one to make such requests. Grab a shovel and go.”

“No.”

The nurse sighed. “I don’t remember you: you must be new. What’s your name?”

“Tommy.”

“Alright, Tommy. Listen. You’ve got two choices now: to pick up the shovel and work, or to have a talk with nurse Simmons. You know nurse Simmons, don’t you?”

Tommy nodded.

“Then you know he’d not exactly the right person to bring your work complaints to. To him, the nurse is always right and the patient is always wrong. And he doesn’t like when patients are wrong.”

“Are you threatening me or what?”

“I am not threatening you. I’m just telling you of possible outcomes. The one to threat you would be nurse Simmons. So are you working or do I call him?”

“Call whoever you want. I’m not doing unpaid labor.”

The nurse smiled, and it was even more unnerving than his resting face. “As you wish.”

He rose from the ground and strolled to the other side of the garden. For a bit Tommy considered hiding in a nearby bush – there would be no scolding if they couldn’t find him – but then shamed himself for it. He was not afraid of some nurse. Even nurse Simmons.

He swiftly changed his mind when the man approached him. He was approximately the same height as Tommy, which – did that asylum collect tall people or something? Tommy couldn’t even use his height advantage here.

Simmons, lips pressed into a thin line, arms crossed, towered over Tommy. The nurse that called him stood a bit farther, clearly lingering to enjoy the show.

“Thomas Lee, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Stradlin here said you don’t wanna work.”

Aha, the nurse’s name was Stradlin then. “Work for free,” Tommy corrected him.

Simmons raised his eyebrows. “Sorry? You suppose we should pay you?”

“I suppose you should pay a gardener and not force patients to do his work.”

“Well,” Simmons smiled unpleasantly, “we’ll consider it. Now get your ass up and work.” He picked up Tommy’s shovel and handed it to him, then pulled on his sleeve with such force he almost lifted Tommy from the ground. To his surprise, the rough robe fabric withstood the test with honor.

“Hey! Don’t touch me!” Tommy yanked the sleeve out of Simmons’s hand. “I wish to talk to Dr. Duren, and until I do that I am not doing anything.”

Simmons gave him a long, apprehensive look, and then, to Tommy’s surprise, nodded slowly.

“Very well. Cannot deny a patient access to his doctor. Come with me.”

Tommy blinked in surprise. Did this really work? Were all Stradlin’s promises a lie?

Without looking back Simmons headed down the path to the asylum. Tommy almost ran to catch up to him.

“But Du- Michael said Dr. Duren’s schedule was all busy.”

“Don’t worry, he’ll find some time for such an important patient,” Simmons said without looking at Tommy.

Well, that was an approach Tommy could work with. And what was Duff talking about then? Just wasting his time?

Tommy turned around to see Stradlin stand back there, following them with his eyes. And smiling.

They entered the building, and Simmons led Tommy down some corridor that he hadn’t been in yet. As they walked farther from the entrance and the canteen, Tommy grew nervous. Wasn’t Dr. Duren’s office on the second floor? They had already passed the only stairs he knew about. Maybe in the back of the building there was another?

Then Simmons stopped in front of a door. Metal, with a small barred window at eye level, it didn’t look like it could lead to Dr. Duren’s office at all – more like a yet another ward.

“This is Dr. Duren’s office?”

“Waiting room,” Simmons said, unlocking the door. “The door to the office is inside.”

He opened the door, but Tommy couldn’t see what was there from behind Simmons’s wide back.

“Then why is it dark there?”

“Because we don’t waste oil on scum like you,” Simmons grinned, suddenly very unfriendly, grabbed Tommy’s forearm and pushed him inside, into the darkness. When Tommy, panicking, grasped at the doorframe, Simmons slammed his fingers with his fist so painfully Tommy cried out and fell to the soft floor, clutching his hurt hand to his chest. The door behind him closed, and he was now in complete darkness, save for a small square of light coming from the hall through the barred window.

Behind the door Simmons was laughing. “The doctor will see you soon,” he said, and then he was gone.

#motley crue #motley crue fanfic #motley crue fanfiction #tommy lee #my writing #asylum au #we the psychos #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #guns n roses #mick mars #in which tommy thinks hes better than others and gets his ass beat for that. everyone cheers #im soo tired this week for some reason. and i have a ton of schoolwork to do #but instead im writing this.... #its the only thing that keeps me going so of course im doing that instead of those shit essays #also who cares about deadlines its masters degree

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“We discussed a few things yesterday.” Rui looks up to him, chewing on a bite of chicken, golden eyes intrigued and urging him to go on. “Stuff for the new show.”

The taller boy swallowed down his food. “And what “new stuff” were they?”

“Schematics mostly.”

Tsukasa is torn. He loves what they came up with yesterday. Bringing them to life would be a dream come true. But last night, he thought about it more. Would they be raising the stakes too high? What if they pour all the time, effort, money, and excitement they could in this show and were unable to deliver.

Don’t get him wrong, he will put his all into this show!

But what if his all isn’t enough?

What if he’s leading them into a failure-

“Tsukasa-kun.” Rui’s gentle voice is like a calming blanket to his buzzing mind. He waits for Tsukasa to continue, everso patient. He edges his fingers closer to Tsukasa’s, not quite touching. Simply inviting.

Tsukasa tangles their fingers together. “We had a bunch of ideas to make cool things for the show. It has raised the budget a bit, but Emu says she wants to handle it. I…For the most part we have a plan for the adjustments but! There's one part that needs your help. Well, actually more like an idea for if you’re up to trying something.”

“My, Tsukasa-kun” Rui chuckles warmly. His index finger taps against the back of Tsukasa’s palm. Tap tap tap. “You know I’m always excited to try something.” His other hand sneakily closes up his lunchbox. Tsukasa could see cabbage and carrots, barely even nibbled on.

“You didn’t finish your lunch,” he could help but point out, reaching out for the bento but Rui smiles tightly and pulls it further away.

“What was the idea, Tsukasa-kun?”

“Give me that.” He shuffles to reach out further and the bento is pulled even farther.

“Tsukasa-kun, I don’t understand why you’re so interested in my lunch. You can’t still be hungry, you haven’t finished yours yet!”

“Rui, you need to eat your vegetables!” He huffs, settling back to his former spot and pulling his lunch closer again.

“I ate three of the carrots and a whole leaf!” Rui laughs, the sound soft and airy. He leans against Tsukasa’s shoulder and tightens his hold on Tsukasa’s hand.

“Congratulations. Still not enough though. Most of the vegetables were still there!” He makes himself comfortable, firmly grasping Rui’s hand back. “Anyways,”

“My, giving up already?”

He rolls his eyes, picking up a decently sized bite of his lunch. “It’s not like you’ll eat them. Besides, the thing we wanted to try, it’s kind of important.”

“Ah yes. Schematics, right?

“We decided to make me and Emu fly over the audience. For the spectacle.” He begins to explain. “So the harnesses and all the lift equipment need to be reinforced and double-checked.”

Rui nods. “Mm, mm. Wouldn’t want either of you falling onto an audience member. I think I can fix a few things up…add a bit more safety precautions, definitely. Anything else?”

Costumes? “We’re planning to add some lights to the costumes. Nothing too heavy though. Can you just, like, do maintenance for them throughout production? Just to make sure they’ll be functioning.”

“My, Tsukasa-kun, is that not part of my job?” Rui grins.

“No, it shouldn’t be, director.” Tsukasa teases, fully aware that yes. It is.

Rui breaks into soft laughter. “But it is, especially in this economy? In any case, you shouldn’t be taking on more work than you should, lead role.”

The two giggle amongst themselves. Lighthearted teasing. They loved the jobs. They did despite how much more they had to do. It may be small with the four of them spread out in the production but they loved it.

Rui rests on the top of Tsukasa’s head as the blond continues to finish up his lunch. It was almost halfway through lunch period, so they’d have to finish up if they wanted to test out the little robots Rui prepped up for the show. Not that he wanted to rush Tsukasa, not when he was just a few more bites from finishing.

“Anything else?” He asks, might as well get everything out.

Tsukasa takes his final bite before beginning to clean and pack up his bento. “There’s the rotating ship,” he says as he chews. Rui dabs at his cheek with a handkerchief. “But we’re putting that in the hands of actual engineers. Just do maintenance again, since you’re going to be in charge of the direction already.”

Rui hums, sitting up just as Tsukasa does. “I can do that. How’s the choreo, by the way? Practices start after this weekend”

“Hm…about halfway done.” Maybe a little more, but he wanted to run through a few more things. “You’re gonna have to run through them a bit, though, to see if it fits, you know.”

“I’m sure what you came up with is fine.” Rui smiles before resting his cheek on Tsukasa’s temple. The intimacy makes him blush and he leans into it. “Our star has never disappointed, afterall.”

Yeah. He does not disappoint. “I’ll do my best as always.” He smiles back. “I did promise to give my 2000%!. Now , come on, Rui, what kind of things have come up with this time?”

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#sras makes things ☆ #project sekai #sras write write writes ✩ #☆.｡.:* It's 3 am~ #pjsekai #pjsekai tsukasa #tsukasa tenma #wxs tsukasa #wxs #wonderlands x showtime #rui kamishiro #wxs rui #pjsekai rui

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Aha I’ve got something written! Finally! I’ve had this idea for a while and I finally got the motivation to put it on paper, and even more motivation to actually post it. If it does well I may turn it into an AU, but for now this is just a one shot. :]

Briefly read over, if you see any grammatical errors, nope, you don’t!

Curiosity Killed The Cat

_WC 2.4k

_TW: Mention of death, swearing

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Close-minded or not, the house was unsettling. It stood out like a bruise, its darkened color palette failing to blend in with the much warmer colors the rest of the street had. Various vines wrapped the house, some looking to come from the windows. Now, the house wouldn’t be as weird if it was abandoned, but someone clearly lived here. The only way to tell was through the way lights in different rooms would flip from on and off from time to time, but the point still stood — someone lived there. 

Personally he hasn’t heard anyone speak of the resident leaving the home, so either they were fucking immune to eating, or some paranormal shit was happening. 

Tommy had gotten hired as a newspaper boy a few weeks ago through a friend of his, who was looking for jobs himself but thought it would suit Tommy since it was primarily a quiet and easy job. He did enjoy it, sure, but it got boring.

He wanted some excitement, so excitement he decided upon.

He had tossed the second to last newspaper onto a porch when he was forced to face the dark house. There was no ominous streak of lightning when he gazed upon it’s curtained windows, but he swallowed as he looked at the growing pile of past papers. They were there when he originally got the job, so he wanted to make sure he could end the one-sided cycle before it got too overwhelming for the old house, and before it was too big of a collection; he really didn’t want to end up spending longer than he’s comfortable with while trying to clean. 

He bit at the inside of his lips as he silently complained through his thoughts. 

He scoffed at his worry and stepped onto the concrete path leading up to the house, at one point stepping on a flower he didn’t know could even begin to thrive on the nearly dead lawn. 

Tommy placed his foot onto the first step leading up to the porch, applying pressure to make sure he wouldn’t fall through the damn thing. Once confirming he wouldn’t commit property damage, he climbed to the top slowly and crouched down to gaze at the papers covered in plastic. He brushed a bug off of one gently and picked it up, cringing at the date from two months ago. 

He guessed that was the last time someone took the opportunity to clean it, since the entire street would’ve been bustling if someone came out of the door leading into the house. He took a plastic bag out of his pocket — Phil originally told him to bring it in case he decided to do what he was doing now, since he’d been bugging Tommy about it for a while now — and shook it a couple times to make it unfold. Once it did he started shoving papers in as quickly as he could, grabbing as much as four at a time while trying to make more room in the bag. 

It filled up at about halfway through the newspaper, so he tied it and opened the flap of his satchel and began removing the other half. When his job was finished he stood up, plastic bag in hand as he prepared to leave. He got down one step before his phone buzzed a custom ringtone set for Tubbo only. He looked into the closest window of the house and muttered to himself, setting the bag down and sliding his satchel off. He took his phone from his hoodie pocket and unlocked his phone, scrolling through pages until he found the Discord app. He looked at the house again nervously while he waited for it to load. 

tubbo    Today at 8:27 AM

hey did u get to the house yet? is it still covered in the newspapers? 

tommyinnit    Today at 8:28 AM

yeah i just cleared it off

it’s creepy as fuck dude why’d you make me get this job??

tubbo    Today at 8:28 AM 

stfu 

Tommy smiled slightly at his friend’s text, shutting his phone off and moving to grab both bags. When the light that once shined through one of the windows turned off, a wave of curiosity spread through him. The logical thing to do was run, but.. only satisfactory brought back the cat that died of curiosity, so clearly he should definitely be the biggest man and check it out so he can live to tell the tale of whatever he does find in there. 

The bag and the satchel were rearranged to where they were hidden in a corner. He picked his phone up from where he’d set it down and he stepped onto the dull, flat welcome mat, where he felt through his hair for the bobby pin he kept in there for the usual event where he forgets his house key. Techno taught him when he was around four years old how to pick a lock, and ever since it’s his go-to thing to do, even if it’s when he’s breaking into Tubbo’s house because he hasn’t answered any texts. 

He eventually found it and pulled it out slowly while being cautious of either dropping it or pulling his hair, then stretched it open so he could have a better grip on it. Tommy put it in the keyhole and pushed it around for a while, and let him say he was completely aware of every little noise that happened around him while he did it. He had to erase his progress once because he was convinced someone was coming outside across the street. 

Once he did get it, though, it was only smooth sailing from there. He pocketed his phone and returned the bobby pin to his hair after fixing it, put his hand on the doorknob, and slowly turned it. The door opened with ease, and he sent one more glance behind himself before finally slipping in and shutting the door. 

He turned around, prepared to start looking around, but he was only met with surroundings a good hundred times his size. In a panic he reached back, but he only hit the wooden door. He thought for a moment that he missed the knob but as he turned his head back he bit back a curse upon realizing the door had been scaled up just as much as the rest of the house.

“Fuck..” Tommy said in a whisper. He felt frozen in place while his eyes looked at every detail of the furniture, walls, floors, everything. He.. really let curiosity get the best of him, didn’t he? 

The best plan of action was to find an exit, like a window. However, he couldn’t really do much when he was fucking small, now could he? Stressed, he ran a hand through his hair while he thought, every idea he had being pushed into the back of his mind like a crumpled piece of paper being thrown into the bin once it was deemed useless.

He was startled out of his thinking when he heard the sound of something large, much larger than any other human could make. It made sense, given that his surroundings were anything but humanly possible. He just got lucky with a giant as well. When the noise, which he found were footsteps, drew louder with each timed step, he finally let himself go into action by quickly glancing to his left to find a table that was directly next to the door — a perfect hiding spot for the time being.

He managed to get behind the leg of it, his shoulders tightly held up while his legs pressed together to make his body seem smaller while it needed to be hidden completely. He scrunched his face up in anticipation, his ears picking up on every loud noise that came from the (presumably) giant. There were a lot of footsteps and shuffling from around the house, and he recognized a fridge opening. “Fuck,” A, much too loud for comfort, voice muttered, then the sound of many things falling followed close after. When he saw the Coke can slowly roll to a stop just in his eyesight if he looked harshly to the left, he knew he was totally, royally fucked if whatever was in the kitchen caught sight of him. Clearly there was something else going on in this house if the dead plants and changing lights didn’t already suggest otherwise. 

Footsteps once more. They were muffled by socks but they still stung in his ears as they let him know they were coming closer and closer. Tommy tensed as he saw what looked to be a human crouch down and pick the can up and pause. He could’ve swore they made eye contact but it appears that even if they did, the man couldn’t properly make out Tommy because of the shadow. 

Finally the giant took a stance and walked away, the sound of the Coke opening being the last indicator that he had even been there in the first place. 

Tommy sighed deeply in relief, untensing his muscles and sliding down the ‘wall’ behind him, slowly but surely making his quick breaths — which had occurred because he was holding in a breath he didn’t know he even took — slower, and taking the time to adjust to his new problem. 

His phone buzzed then lit up through his pocket, and he was reminded of the fact that he even had it. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” He grinned happily as he pulled it out and unlocked it, opening Tubbo’s messages to him.

tubbo    Today at 8:35 am

hey can u come over after work?

helloooo??

tommy, you didn’t die did u? 

TOMMY 

@tommyinnit#0680

tommy   Today at 8:37 am

tubbo jesus christ 

The keyboard disappeared and Discord was soon after. His screen went a dark blue, and the white wheel spun for a moment before it went completely dark. Shit, how the hell did that happen? He had nearly a hundred percent when he went on- Prime this house is so fucking messed up it’s not even funny. Annoyed, he pocketed the phone and slowly came out from behind the wooden leg, quieting his footsteps as he made his way back into the foyer and looked up at the window that he had just seen a few minutes before, at a very reasonable height and not whatever he had going on now. 

He groaned, looking for a way up. Nothing there would be high enough for him to climb, and even if there was he doubted he would be strong enough to unlock the window, let alone open it, and even if he miraculously managed to do that he’d still fall into a bush that he didn’t know the contents of. Plus, it’s pretty obvious some kind of magic is going on, so there’s no real explanation as to if the world will return to normal if he gets out; he could be stuck as a mere few inches. Tommy bit down on his tongue to stop the tears threatening to fall. He opened his eyes wider when they did start to tease, determined to make sure he didn’t cry over a situation like this. 

He was a big man, the biggest, and could totally, one-hundred-percent, get out of this. He just has to think. Maybe rest first, then use his absolute unit of a mind to find a plan that would lead to his freedom. And.. hopefully that’s what it takes for him to go about his daily life. If not, he can.. adapt, if he really, really needs to. 

Fuck he hates himself for this. 

“How did you get in?” 

Tommy nearly screamed at the words directly being spoken to him, since, he was, just kind of, out in the fucking open. He slowly turned around, only just slightly scared. He evened his breathing and took a small step back. A giant, the same one from earlier, stood couched behind him with the coke can, also from earlier, in his hand. “Shit,” He muttered, unsure if it was meant to be heard when he decided to say it out loud. “Yeah, shit is right.” The accent the man held reminded Tommy of his own, but a bit sharper and definitely from a different area than him. It honestly wasn’t a surprise considering they literally lived in London. 

“I- I um.. I didn’t mean to b- break in- It-“

“You.. didn’t mean to pick the lock, either, I’m assuming?” The man asked in a deadpan, an eyebrow risen to show emotion above the slight frown somehow threatening to transition into a smug smile. “No! Yes- I-“ Tommy sighed in defeat and took another step back. “I’m- I’m trying to leave, though! I’ll be- out of your hair in-”

The man shook his head, as if he somehow didn’t agree that Tommy should leave the house he broke into. “I don’t really think.. I can let you leave.” The words felt like a gunshot, and his expression shifted as if it was one. “Wh- I won’t tell anyone about.. about this! I swear-“ 

“I can’t really believe you, can I?” The man narrowed his eyes just slightly, enough to make Tommy swallow nervously. He stayed quiet, praying to those up above that this could all just be a.. a really detailed dream. 

“No- I, I can’t-“ He couldn’t form his words correctly, and he ultimately gave up and started looking around quietly for anything he can hide inside where the giant wouldn’t find him. It was a dead end, he realized. It’d be two, possibly three, inches against easily over a hundred feet. 

“Please- It- I won’t tell anyone, not even- a fucking therapist! I seriously,” He panted, quickly learning that the panic he stored away for the past ten minutes had caught up to him. He shook his head, looking back just briefly, but that, right there, was his mistake. 

Something reminding him of mist fell onto him and his vision went screwy immediately. He staggered while trying to step back subtly, and his head hit the ground. He tried to keep his eyes open by widening them but nothing seemed to work as he finally let the clouds in his mind cover his brain and vision, then soon his whole body as he felt it go numb, along with his conscious, which slipped from him inch by inch until he finally stopped fighting it and fell into a quick, painless sleep. 

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chapter two

#dsmp g/t #t!tommy #g!wilbur #finally i finished this #pretty proud of it >:D #g/t #mw #brickfic #mcyt g/t #curiosity killed the cat #dream smp g/t #technomom #<- no context :] #something’s brewing au

[wwilsonbarness]

fair love

pairings: Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes

warnings: depression, mental health struggles, angst?, fluff?

word count: 1665

a/n: : this is my first time writing!! I hope I did okay but feedback would be very much appreciated! please listen to warnings and take care of yourself <3

written from Sam’s pov.

bold = Sam’s thoughts :)

i do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated on any other platform.

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You woke up to the sound of the front door slamming shut, “Buck?” you half whispered, not expecting a response but still trying. You rolled over on your side still hoping to find Bucky, instead, you spot a note on Bucky’s pillow,

‘Called out on a mission, didn’t want to wake you, I’ll be back tonight, Love you Sammy’

You sighed and rolled back over, it was too early for this, you knew Bucky had responsibilities, he was out saving people. As Captain America you completely understood how important that was, but that didn’t stop you from missing your boyfriend. It felt like you were spending less and less time together, one of you always being on a mission, or called into a meeting with some government official trying to control how you work. Especially recently, Bucky had just gotten back from a 2 week long mission yesterday and now he was gone again. 

You slept for a couple more hours before deciding you should probably start your day, you had nothing planned, thank god. You were exhausted, saving the world was rewarding but it really took a toll on you, both physically and mentally. You quickly threw some breakfast together and headed to the garden to eat, things were quiet outside, peaceful, just what you needed right now.

You picked up your phone and scrolled through the notifications that had gathered through the night, texts from Sarah first, she had sent you a video Cass and AJ had made which made you laugh. You missed them, we really need to go back home and visit. You started to type a reply but stopped halfway deciding it was too much effort, slightly mad at yourself for not being able to do something as simple as responding to a text. You didn’t finish your breakfast, instead you headed back inside, you had full intentions of doing something productive on one of your rare days off but as the day went by it was clear that wouldn’t be happening.

It was around 3pm when you decided to give up on the day and return to your bed, Bucky wasn’t back yet and you really missed him. You hated yourself for it but even though you missed him, part of you was dreading him coming home. You loved him, you really did but you still felt like you had to be perfect for him, you always tried your hardest to be okay around him. He had his own struggles, you didn’t want to load your problems onto him as well. You felt a tear fall down your cheek as you thought of this, you didn’t want to lose him, which is what you thought would happen if you showed him any signs of weakness. What you didn't know was Bucky would never leave you, he loved you too much. You really were his everything. Without realising, you laid in bed and cried for hours. You didn’t hate your life, you just hated feeling this tired all the time. 

The only thing bringing you back to reality was the sound of the front door slamming again, “Sam I’m home” Bucky shouted through. It took you a few seconds to process before jumping out of bed and trying to wipe your face, you wanted to seem like your ‘happy’ self again. You try to make the bed seem presentable, like you hadn’t been in it all day, when Bucky walks in. 

“Did you get my text? I brought food home fo-” before Bucky could finish you squeezed yourself into his arms” “I missed you too” Bucky says chuckling to himself.

“Sorry” you reply, pulling away, embarrassed to be showing how vulnerable you are feeling. “Don't be sorry baby, come here” He pulled you back into his arms, and for a split second you wanted to let everything out, show Bucky how you were really feeling but you convinced yourself otherwise. You need to be okay right now, he needs you, was continuously running through your mind on a loop. 

“Come on, let’s go eat, I got your favourite”, you force a smile on your face as he leads you through to the kitchen. “Thank you Buck”, you did appreciate the food, but the thought of eating made you feel nauseous, even though it was nearing 10 o’clock and you hadn’t eaten since your half-breakfast. “How was the mission?” you asked, playing with the food on your plate, which bucky notices. 

“It was fine” he wasn't trying to be blunt but he was distracted, “is your food okay? We can swap if you want, or I can make you something else?”

“No it’s good, sorry I’m just not really hungry” you try to keep your forced smile when you look up at him. “are you okay?, are you sick?” 

“No, I’'m just tired Bucky” you snapped at him, you knew he wasn’t doing anything wrong, but you were getting frustrated. You were just so tired. 

“Oh, what did you do today?” Bucky replies. 

“I didn't do anything” you snap, Bucky probably thinks you're mad at him, it isn’t his fault you're feeling like this. The way you said it came across harsh, which you didn’t mean. “I’m sorry” you put your head into your hands, to hide the tears trying to force their way out, “I’m just gonna go to bed, thank you for the food, I’m sorry” You rushed away from him, avoiding eye contact as best you could.

Bucky was confused, he couldn’t help but think he did something wrong. He waits a few minutes before making his way to your room. “Sam?”, he feels the need to knock, even with it being as much his room as it is yours. “Can I come in?” 

“It’s your room too Buck, you don’t need to ask” 

“I know, I just didn't want to- “ he stops mid way through, the truth was he didn’t really know why he knocked. “Can we talk?”

You sit up and wipe your tears away, it’s time for you to be okay, Bucky needs you. “What’s wrong, are you okay?”, worry seeping in, you had been focused on yourself and didn’t notice if anything was wrong with Bucky. This is why you needed to be okay. Bucky needed you to be there for him. 

“Sam, I’m okay I promise, I want to talk about you” he paused for a few seconds before continuing, “I’m worried about you Sam”

You just looked at Bucky, you didn’t know what to do. “Me? I’m fine, I’m just tired” 

“Sammy, you can talk to me about anything you know, I wanna be here for you” Bucky looked at you with his eyes full of worry, you hated yourself for doing that to him.

“I’m sorry Bucky” Deep down you knew you had nothing to apologise for, but you couldn’t help yourself from saying those words. “I just, I don’t even know, I’m just tired, all the time” 

Bucky didn’t respond, he knew this was hard for you and he wanted you to open up at your own pace. “I just feel like the world is moving so fast and I can’t catch up.” You looked up at him, into his blue eyes, hoping he would say something. He’s so disappointed, I knew I should have done better. Guilt started to overload you, “I’m sorry, I know people have it so much worse than me. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, I wish I didn’t.” You look into Bucky’s eyes, he hates me. There was nothing but love and care  for you in his eyes, yet you were still convinced he hated you. You couldn’t look into his eyes for any longer, the feeling of guilt taking over you.

“Sam” Bucky tries to get your attention but words keep spilling out of you, it was like you couldn’t stop. 

“And I know things aren't easy for you Buck, I’m sorry for being like this. If I could do better for you I would, I promise I want to-” Before more words could spill out Bucky manages to grab your attention,

“Sam, it’s okay, you’re okay.” You start to turn away, embarrassed, you didn't show this side of you to anyone. Bucky puts his hand against your cheek, guiding your face towards his. He places a kiss on your forehead before looking into your eyes. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you are allowed to have bad days. I’m here for you Sammy”

You melted into his arms, letting out all your emotions, Bucky trailed his fingers around your back in a circular motion. You laid there for what felt like hours, you could feel all of your worries lifting away, you didn’t have to pretend anymore. For the first time in a long time you felt safe, loved, like you weren't a burden in Bucky’s life. This was just what you needed and Bucky knew that.

You had laid there so still Bucky was half convinced you had fallen asleep. “Sam? You awake?” You couldn’t bring yourself to answer so you just nodded. “You know I love you right?” Bucky had hoped you knew how much he loved you and how much you meant to him, but the truth was, you didn’t. You hadn’t realised how long you left him in silence after asking his question before he shifted beside you to look at you. “I really do love you Sammy” 

It brought a slight smile to you hearing him say these words, “I love you too Buck, I’ll be better tomorrow I promise” Whilst you knew you couldn’t promise to be better, you would do everything you could to make it seem that way. “Sam, you don’t have to be better, you don’t ever have to pretend to be okay.” 

“I don’t want you to leave” 

“I will never leave you Sammy”

“Promise?” 

He brings his face closer to you and brushes his nose against yours, “I promise.”

#fair love #wwilsonbarness #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #sam wilson x bucky barnes #winterfalcon #the falcon and the winter solider #captain america #marvel

[wearingaberetinparis]

Hello gorgeous soul 🌻 26, 26, 27 please!

Hello amazingly wonderful @athenasparrow! I'm assuming you meant 25 to 27 here. My apologies for misunderstanding if this wasn't the case!

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

Gosh yes! My fics, honestly, are so angsty half of the time. I break my heart over and over again, and I have genuinely been close to tears or have wanted to scream at myself for coming up with half of the things I write.

I remember this passage from my fic no body, no crime in particularly being very upsetting as I wrote it:

She still remembered those first few moments. How her heart had not just broken, but torn into a thousand pieces. How she had fallen to her knees, screamed so loudly that she had lost her voice halfway through, a banshee as she wailed, weeping perpetually, causing her eyes to be continuously red and her auburn hair to stand out violently against her ghastly and pale complexion. She had not just fallen apart, she had ceased to exist. Lily Evans was no more, buried beside him, even though there had been no body for her to lie next to. Perhaps if there had been, it would have been easier. She could just have slit her wrists, bled out beside him, showing all those who were against her that her blood was exactly the same colour as theirs, that they’d spilled magic, soiled the earth with the power that they had wished to exterminate. He had left her and he had left her nothing. He might as well never have existed, have been a figment of her imagination, a dream that had turned far too quickly into her worst nightmare. Perhaps it would have been easier that way. Perhaps she would still have been able to breathe. Perhaps she wouldn’t have died too.

(Come to think of it, that entire fic is so painful!)

26. Is there something you’ve written that you would never want your family to see?

Any and all smut I've ever written. LOL! Having said that, I could get over my sisters reading it, if they would promise not to tease me endlessly for writing sex scenes. (I think they would be far more supportive than I imagine they would be, but the thought is terrifying!)

27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?

I already answered this, but in addition to being nervous about posting Gold-Plated Love, (You're So) Golden and RAKWME, one other fic that gave me loads of anxiety was it's all happening without me, a child that I'm actually very, very, very fond of!

#ask game #ritaskeetered answers #lovely tumblr people

[singdreamchild]

Smoke and Mirrors || Sofie & Cassius

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Sofie's apartment PARTIES: @sofiedupont & @singdreamchild SUMMARY: The vampire couple sees a happy family walk past the apartment. It drives them to think about what could have been. CONTENT WARNINGS: None

Time had never been something Sofie had really considered. 

Everyone seemed to appear on the universe’s timeline at their own pace, and left it in the same fashion. She’d never really wished to have been born at another time. She’d found contentment in her life, experiencing the things and people she’d met. 

They had been sipping coffee when a family had gone by. Two doting parents with a rambunctious little boy between the two of them. A smile tugged at the corners of Sofie’s mouth as the boy squealed with laughter as his parents swung him between the two of them. 

It was the kind of thing that always warmed Sofie’s heart to see. Except this time, the smile was a little sad. 

It wasn’t until hours later, curled up on her couch with Cassius that she even began to allow herself to consider it. “Do you ever wish,” she asked quietly. “That you had been born in another time?”

____

Cassius watched as the young family walked past the window, a strange tugging at his heart made him feel something he had repressed for years. He hadn’t had a family in so long that he had simply stopped allowing himself to feel anything for it. Sure, he had a makeshift family with Richard once upon a time, but that ship had sailed as well. Seeing a happy family, it reminded him that no matter what, he could never have it. He was dead. Dead things didn’t get a happily ever after. Willing himself to forget about it, he settled on the couch with his latest novel that he had picked up from the local book store.

Now halfway through the book he was reading, Sofie interrupted Cassius’s reading to ask him a simple but loaded question. He thought for a moment. “I find that if I wish for things that can never be, they only make me feel sad.” He answered, looking to her with a curious gaze. “I wish I was born after the creation of modern medicine.” He decided, putting his bookmark in the book and snapping it shut. “Where’s your mind at?” He then inquired, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

He had a point, of course. Wondering about what could have been only made what was sting. Even if what was, was good, and if she had to live all three hundred years again to get to this exact spot, there were few things, if any, that Sofie would change. She did manage a soft laugh. “Yes, you were quite lucky in that regard. Inoculation was only just starting to catch on when I was a young woman.”

She was not certain where this conversation might go. But she wouldn’t lie. She was far too old to be anything but honest. Especially about the complicated things. And yet, it wasn’t a particularly easy conversation to have. She closed her eyes a moment as gentle fingers brushed her hair back. “It’s silly.” Sofie started, trying to downplay it. “I just see families sometimes… like the one from earlier. And I wonder. That’s all.”

___________

Cassius frowned as she explained her woes, and it made him stop and think to his earlier thoughts. “Being what we are comes at a price,” he began, setting the book down on the end table beside him and turning to her. “When I was alive, I would picture myself with a family. When I woke up undead, that was one of the first things I had to learn to come to terms with.” He took her hand, a subtle look of sadness of in his face. 

“It’s hard not to wonder what could be if the situation was different.” He began, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. “There are a lot of things I wish I could do. Being able to bask in sunlight being the biggest one out of them. But the situation is as it is, and there is nothing that can be done to fix it.” Cassius shrugged, wishing he had a better solution. “We can’t change what is, we can only look to the future and hope for what will be.” His gaze was hard to read, most of it calm, but some of it as if a storm was brewing behind those words. “We are what we are. I’ve come to accept what that comes with.”

He had a point. Of course he did. He had been alive nearly as long as she had- a person didn’t come to be that old without a few pearls of wisdom. A few things that they had learned to accept. But when he said it was one of the first things he had to accept he had lost, something in her chest tightened. Some ache she couldn’t set aside. Maybe it was trying to picture him with someone in his own time. Little children with poet’s hearts like their father. He took her hand, and she held it tight. 

“I thought it was easy for so long… living without things. I was an old maid by the standards of my day. Six-and-twenty, and still unwed? I’d have to care for my parents in their old age, or work as a lady’s maid the rest of my days… I never gave much thought to having a family when I was young.” Her voice was quiet. As if it wasn’t a truth she admitted freely it often. Sofie closed her eyes as he mentioned the sun, pretending that if she wished hard enough, she might still feel warmth against her skin that wouldn’t spell out her demise. She looked back at him, and there was something about that expression… the calm before the storm, perhaps. She wanted to push. To ask what had the storm rolling in. She didn’t voice it aloud, but her eyes asked the simple question ‘what is it?’ 

______

Cassius hummed, giving a slight shake to of his head to shake away his thoughts. “It’s just hard to stay looking forward when little moments you know you can never have rear their head in front of your eyes.” He spoke in return the look she gave him with only her eyes. Of course he could read his face like an open book, for he only let himself speak true around her. The pain he felt in his chest was only emotional, but knowing that didn’t make it hurt any less. 

“I’ve come to accept things because if I don’t, it’ll make me feel miserable.” He spoke, shaking his head as he picked up his book. “I’m sorry, I don’t like talking about this.” He pulled his hand away and opened the book to the marked page he had left off on. Sometimes these things were just too hard to put into words, so he withdrew.

And once more, he had a point. And Sofie cared for him far too much to speak of things she knew would make him miserable. But that didn’t make the ache in her chest go away. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Her voice was a whisper. She tugged a blanket from the arm of the sofa onto her lap. She didn’t need the warmth, but there was something comforting about the weight of it. He withdrew into his book. She wouldn’t force his hand. Sofie wanted to say something more. She wasn’t sure what. Maybe just to know that if they had met in another time, under different circumstances, if they could have had that. 

_____

A few hours had past since they had spoken. But in the back of his head, there was a nagging that demanded him to face what he could never had. Cassius didn’t look up from his book as he spoke. “I lied.” He spoke simply, staring at the words at the page, but not taking them in. “I think about having a family all the time. I think about what it would be like to have children and a normal life and doing little things out in the sunshine because I can.” He finally looked over to Sofie, taking her hand. “I think about these things with you. And it hurts that it can never be.” He confessed, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. 

Seeing happy families, as cute as they were, hurt him a bit. It reminded what he could never have and what had been ripped away from him. But at the same time, he woudln’t have had it either way. He wouldn’t have made it to see himself with a family. “Perhaps we should get a cat.” He suggested with a coy smile. “It’s not a child, but we could definitely treat it like it is.” He chuckled, thinking to how caring Sofie would be with a pet in the house. “Or even a dog, if you’re into that. But not being able to walk it when it needs to be walked sounds like a bit of a downside.”

She had slipped into silence easily enough. The only sound was the occasional turn of a page. It lulled her into her thoughts. So when after time had gone by, she was startled by the sudden sound of a voice. Sofie looked up at him, confused. Lied? He was talking to the book at first, but the words were clearly meant for her. The words were both a burn and a salve. The pain was the same, and there was some comfort in that. In knowing that they would both want the same thing. He took her hand, and she held onto it tightly. “I like to think,” she sighed “that somewhere in the multitudes of universes that have us in them, that in at least one of those we met before. And that we could have that. In some place and time.”

There was that smile. It tugged at her heart, and her face slowly warmed into one to match his. “A cat.” She contemplated the idea for a moment before nodding slowly. “I think a cat suits our personalities far better anyhow…” Sofie grinned. “And what would you name a cat, Cassius Hawthorne. This is an important, and entirely serious question.” Her tone and the delighted gleam in her eyes said anything but. 

_____

A faint smile took over Cassius’s lips, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple. “I have no doubt that in the multitude of universes, you and I are together in every one.” He murmured against her before pulling back. It was a hopeful thing to think about, the idea of different worlds, and in that world that he would be human and he would be happy. His mind flicked to Richard, what if in another world– no. No thinking about that. He blinked once, willing the thoughts out of his mind and back onto Sofie. 

He thought for a long moment about the idea of a cat. A living breathing thing that he would take care of. “I want a black cat,” he declared with a smug look. “I like the name Nocturne.” He mused, lost in thought of the idea of being a goth vampire with a black cat. It really tied all the stereotypes together in a neat little black bow. His eyes then lit up with all the possibilities. “Or something from Shakespeare,” he then suggested as he leaned forward, lost in thought as he cycled through the names of several characters that the playwright had created. “Desdamona, Ophelia, Lord Stanley, Earl of Derby…” he trailed off, quite amused with his last suggestion.

She relaxed as his lips pressed against her temple. Sliding her arms around him, she pulled herself closer, to the point where she was practically sat in his lap. Sofie noticed his gaze grow distant. She tipped her head up, placing a kiss just under his jaw. “I like the sound of that.”

Sofie laughed, nodding slowly. “A black cat, alright.” She liked that he leaned into the stereotype. The black clothes, the poetry… a black cat would be the cherry on top. “Black is the badge of hell, the hue of dungeons and the school of night.” She mused. “You could borrow one of their names. Kit instead of Christopher. After Marlowe.”

_____

Cassius kept thinking of names but all his brain wanted to do was come back to Lord Stanley, Earl of Derby. “I really like my last suggestion.” He murmured with a playful expression, eyes alight with excitement. It wasn’t a child, but it never would be. That was a dream that he had learned to give up long ago. But the idea of an animal that they could care for together sounded quite nice. “Whatever we name it, it shall be spoiled rotten.” He decided as he pulled out his phone, making straight-faced eye contact as he opened Amazon on his phone and began to search for various cat supplies they would need and adding it to his cart. “Spoiled.” He repeated as he added a cat tree to his cart.

“I suppose we’ll need a solid place to live first,” he suggested as he stopped adding things to his cart with wild abandon. “At least, me not living where I do. I feel like a cat wouldn’t like a windowless crypt to live in very much.” He thought for a moment, knowing he’d have to seriously start looking into it. “And as much as I hate the idea of helping the bastard, I’d like to have a basement where we can hide Richard. Last thing I need is him getting caught and killed by a bunch of hunters that realize he’s here.”

She snorted at the lengthy title. “His lordship. Derby for short.” It was ridiculous, and yet Sofie loved it. Peering over his shoulder at the screen, she pointed at little mouse shaped toys that the website claimed had catnip in them, as if to say add those to the cart for the lordling.

A new home and a cat. It was impossibly domestic. It was easy to forget all the chaos that had been the last few months. Slayers, disappearances, reappearances of elder vampire sires…. She had to admit she liked this better. It felt impossibly human. A basement for Richard though. The thought of the elder vampire lurking beneath the floorboards wasn’t a thrilling one, but he was still important to Cassius. “I can look for a house… find a realtor or something.”

_______

Cassius smiled at the nicknames, thinking of all the possibilities that his life had the option of going in, but he found himself with Sofie, someone he felt he would have never deserved if he gave himself the opportunity to truly think about it. He knew he was lucky, but he also knew that he had lived a very long life full of a lot of nothing. Sofie lived her life full of opulence with other people that she had seen as a family. He had lived running from place to place, only really knowing Richard. He never got the opportunity to truly live his life until he was finally on his own. And even then, it took him a long time to finally be okay with that.

“Let the search begin,” he spoke with raised brows. “I know nothing about house hunting, so wherever you think we should start, I’ll leave you to it.” He nodded his head, brows knitting together in confusion at the concept of looking for a place to live. That had always been Richard. After Richard left, he had taken refuge in places that others wouldn’t dare to live. Crypts, for the most part. He may not know much, but he knew that as long as it was with Sofie, he could figure anything out.

#Smoke and Mirrors #threads #sofiedupont #t;sofiedupont

[strideofpride]

ooooh I'd love to hear anything you got on your modern LW fic(s)!

safe travels <333

Thank you, love! 💕

Okay yesssss!! There’s so Much Detail I put into that fic that I don’t know if people didn’t catch or just didn’t comment on but I’d love to talk about lololol!!! And basically just be like “look what I did” hahahaha

-for starters, I did put quite a bit of myself into it, such as: Jo hating AirPods (I think they’re so dumb) and Jo & Amy being really really into Duolingo and often doing friend quests together (literally me and my friend lololol we’re obsessed). A Cinderella Story and the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants were big movies for me growing up (I added Bend it Like Beckham for Jo cause duh). I even had John’s sinus surgery Meg references lol and Amy’s prized stuffed frog named Froggy is a reference to my prized stuffed bunny my mom named…Bunny. Like Jo, I think it’s horribly uncreative.

-I also used this fic as an excuse to dump my headcanons of who the March sisters would be as present day late 20-somethings (well Meg is 30 - Jo is 29, Beth is 27, and Amy is 26 (I think this matches their age gaps in the books) - I tried to subtly acknowledge all of their ages in the fic. Meg & John have been together half their lives since they were 15 - that’s also a little reference to George & Lemon from Hart of Dixie albeit more positive lol. Multiple references are made of Jo being almost 30. Jo makes reference to Beth not joining the 27 Club just yet. And Amy’s “revenge” of erasing all of Jo’s stories occurred when she was 13 & now she’s “twice that age”)

-Also getting to figure out who they would be in girlhood in the late 90s/2000s was a lot of fun as well! Like of course Amy had a Justin Bieber phase and Meg was a swiftie

-the March sisters group chat: I was very cognizant of how each sister would type. Meg types with perfect capitalization, grammar, and punctuation. Beth is looser but still has auto caps on. Meanwhile, Jo & Amy both have auto caps off (another shared similarity of course) (and Meg’s comment about Amy loading the car is a reference to Beth being sick)

-Meg buying her coffee from Blue Bottle (“basic and overpriced” to quote Jo) is my little reference to that scene where Meg buys the fabric she can’t afford in the 2019 movie. (Believe it or not, my only familiarity with the story is the 2019 movie which I’ve seen twice and read the script once) Basically, there’s still that girl who craves luxury deep inside her somewhere

-cancer obviously seemed like the natural modern equivalent to scarlet fever but a big part of why I’m reluctant to go deeper into this universe is that it bums me out to think of Beth dying but also…Beth is dying in this universe in the next few months or so. That is very very much a key element of Little Women I think, that Beth dies and the family has to find a way to go on living even in their grief, so no, Beth is not going to make some miracle recovery. She will die and that’s sad but it’s supposed to be. It wouldn’t be Little Women without grief.

-the headphones! When Jo makes her comment about not having headphones, she’s talking about herself, but Amy thinks she’s talking about Laurie! Which is why she reacts the way she does because she thinks Jo knows for a half second there

-Laurie grabbing an earlier flight was sooo cause of Amy. Also just want to point out that the third person narration only refers to him as Teddy cause it’s Jo’s POV and that’s what she calls him :)

-Amy of course refuses to meet Jo’s eye or hug Laurie for long because she’s trying to hide their relationship (as mentioned in the Laurie POV)

-the Bear article in Vulture about the one take episode is a real article published on July 29, 2022

-I decided halfway through writing it that the Marches would have a shit ton of cats they had taken in over the years but there was no natural way to fit a scene in about it so I just went back and started making a bunch of random small references to the cats whenever I could lol

-the avant garde letters bit is just a Julio Torres joke I stole lol

-this is very specifically set in August 2022 and as someone who still wears a face mask today, it was very important to me that I specify that they’re wearing face masks anytime they’re indoors in a public space (except only Beth is wearing one when they’re out at the strip club, because she’s immuno-comprised and can’t take a night off as Jo points out) also the rehearsal dinner takes place on the restaurants outdoor patio for that reason as well

-there wasn’t a lot of Marmee in this fic but anytime someone does a service for the family (tailors Meg’s dress, hosts the rehearsal dinner) you see her compliment them profusely which felt very in line with her character to me

-Beth is wearing a baseball cap at the Apple store…both to cover her bald head but also because as she mentioned earlier she burns easily

-of course, Laurie does not love the dig Jo makes at Amy because he’s in love with Amy!

-also, as discussed later on and in the Laurie POV, Laurie wants to talk to Jo to tell her about Amy

-also as mentioned in the Laurie POV, Jo is so surprised by the ooc bachelorette party Amy plans because it wasn’t her idea! It was Laurie’s!

-during their little fight at the rehearsal dinner, Jo thinks Laurie is noticing her sisters watching them fight, but really he was specifically seeking out Amy (and as you see in the Laurie POV, Amy did not walk home, she went out with Laurie)

-that part about Jo’s art consuming her in the big scene with Jo & Meg is very much inspired by Judd Hirsch’s scene in The Fabelmans

-heading over to the Laurie POV for a sec, the “very long intense conversation” they had about Amy having had a crush on Laurie growing up is of course a reference to the “I’ve been second to Jo my whole life” scene!

-the Marches having a backyard treehouse is a reference to my favorite Bones fanfic series Roots & Wings (specifically this scene)

-and finally, the ending: it’s of course a reference to the scene in the 2019 movie where Amy tells Jo to write something domestic. But it was also my attempt to be as meta as the end of the film was. “Who would want to read about that?” Well, millions and millions of girls over the past 150+ years have 🥹 And more personally, the reader of this fanfic just did as well ;)

fanfic director’s cut

#little women #laurie x amy #jo march #laurie laurence #meg march #beth march #amy march #modern little women #little women 2019 #my fics #terrainofheartfelt #strideofprideanswers

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Battle of the Bands- Eddie Munson (3)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Characters: Eddie Munson

Warnings: N/A

Request: @spookybearlandtaco​ - I saw your post about Eddie prompts 👀 I don't normally do this but I'm head over heels for him, so how about being in a rock band as the lead singer, and going to a battle of the bands competition. That's where you battle against Corroded Coffin, and create a love hate relationship with their leader. This lasts over time, until you a pivotal moment. I'll let you decide that. Whether it's singing a love song and making really long eye contact that leads to making out, or coming across him having a panic attack in an ally and confessing feelings for each other. I don't really care either way, just tag me when it's up! Have an amazing day, love 🤍

Word Count: 543

Author: Charlotte

Your bandmates wanted to celebrate a great performance whilst the rest of the bands played and waited for the results, so you offered to get their stuff back to the car as you could use the fresh air.

As you made your way to the side of the stage to gather up their stuff, you noticed Eddie loitering there, trying to seem nonchalant but it was hard not to notice him glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You gave yourself a second to weigh up your options before throwing any concerns to the wind to just jump at the chance. Shoving the car keys into your pocket, you grabbed two of the cases, leaving two more on the floor.

“Munson,” you called above the loud noise, knowing he would hear you seen as he was already paying attention to you. “Can you give me a hand?”

You didn’t wait for him to respond, knowing he would follow you. He grabbed the two cases and did as you planned, following you out into the car park over to your friends care for you to load up all their stuff. You both placed down the cases so that you could fish out the keys from your pocket.

“Thanks,” you smiled softly. “You guys did good tonight.”

He chuckled. “Well, I think I made it pretty obvious that I liked yours.”

You took a step towards him to close the gap between the two of you, forcing you to crane your neck so that you could see his face.

“Was it the song you liked or something else?”

Eddie let out a groan, running a hand through his long hair, giving up halfway when one of his rings got tangled but did his best to play it off as cool, whilst you tried your best not to laugh at him.

“You really know how to drive me crazy,” he whispered down to you, his other hand winding around your waist to rest on your lower back.

“I try my best,” you smirked.

He shook his head, a playful grin on his face. Eddie looked you up and down, taking in every inch of the woman that he had bickered with endlessly as long as he had known but desperately fallen for no matter how hard he had tried.

“Fuck it.”

He gave up trying to control himself. He had wanted you for so long and if you weren’t into it he wouldn’t continue but he was going to take his chance.

Pressing his lips firmly to yours, he pulled you to him, letting your bodies curve into each other. He took a moment to see if you were feeling the same, but when your hands moved up to lace in the mess of his hair as you tried to remove any form of gap between you and deepen the kiss, he was pretty sure you felt the same. Cupping his hands behind you, he lifted you up to wrap your legs around his middle, to support your back against the side of your friends care, letting the two of you fall into the desperation of the moment, not caring who won the competition as you’d both won what you truly had been after.

#Battle of the Bands #Part 3 #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson One Shot #Eddie Munson Imagine #Stranger Things #Stranger Things One Shot #Stranger Things Imagine #Charlotte

[fuckyeahaidenstyles]

last look + self

For Amelia, Aiden was happy to be a man. Was he scared shitless? Absolutely. But did he know that he had to grow up and be responsible? Also yes. Though the idea of a baby had frightened him at first, it only took a moment of reflection for it to light a fire under his ass. He’d spent years searching for something to make his life meaningful and found many failures in girls in drugs and parties - all this time maybe he’d just needed to let it land in his lap. 

“Okay, boxes, bags... That all?” he asked, parked outside of the Murray home. There was a vague familiarity about it, but it had been so long since Aiden had been down this street in his home town that it still left him feeling empty. His emotions were much unlike Amelia’s next to him. She might not had said much to him but he grew up with enough women to know when they were upset. “Alright.” he cleared his throat and leaned across the console to kiss Amelia’s cheek, “Be right back.” before slipping out of the SUV and heading toward the house. 

The boy tugged his earlobe before knocking on the door, not but two seconds passing before it swung open and a lanky boy stood in front of him. “Hiya.” Aiden said, smiling tightly, “ ‘m here to get Amelia’s things.” the teen stared back up at Aiden, nothing coming from his mouth. “My name’s Aiden.” he followed up, holding out his hand for the boy to take. 

“Henry.” he finally replied, shaking Aiden’s hand weakly.

“Nice t’meet you. Can I come in?”

The blonde boy stepped to the side, eyeing him with the same blue eyes that he knew well and were waiting for him in the car. Aiden wasted no time in bounding up the stairs after hollering, “Thanks, mate!”

He absolutely felt like an intruder. It didn’t feel right to be here and nosing through a house he knew nothing about, but Aiden soldiered on in the hopes that he could prove himself to Amelia some how. Finally finding her room, the boy loaded his shoulders and warms with boxes and bags - there was no way in hell he was going to make more than one trip. Sufficiently satisfied with he haul in his unsteady arms, he spun around to face a lanky man, his stomach almost falling out of his ass at the steely gaze. “Uh, hey.” Aiden mumbled, moving forward toward the door, ready to ram through him if he didn’t move his pink face. 

The man chuckled darkly before stepping aside and letting Aiden through. The boy knitted his brows and trudged forward, but stopped in his tracks as the man finally spoke from behind him. “You’re the father, then?”

Aiden glanced over his shoulder and kissed his teeth and stating curtly, “Yeah.” before he started his precarious descent down the stairs. 

“Good luck with that one. Don’t let her trap yeh, mate. Sees she’s already got you doing her bidding, though. Might be a lost soul already.”

If Aiden hadn’t been hauling well over fifty pounds of belongings on his body, he probably wouldn’t been able to keep his cool. But as he trudged through the cold house like a pack mule, he felt Mr. Murray’s words go into his ears and bang at his brain like a mallet. “Excuse me?” he spat, turning around halfway through the living room. “I know you certainly aren’t talking about Amelia.” 

The man scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Look at you. You clearly don’t know her.”

“And who the fuck are you to say that?” Aiden spat, face turning red and palm sweaty, though he didn’t know how menacing he looked holding a back with a stuffy sticking out the top - it didn’t matter to him, though. 

“‘m her father. And you’re nothing but a baby daddy to her. She’ll run you dry.”

“A father would never speak about his child like that.” Aiden snarled, “‘n whether or not ‘m some baby daddy to her is none of your business,” he mocked, trudging further to the door, “I’d be that with a bloody grin on my face if that’s what would make her happy. Fuck off.” The boy huffed angrily before noticing Henry standing by the door, frozen and staring. “Be a champ and get the door, would ‘ya?” the brunette nodded his head toward the front door, the blonde boy obliging quickly. “Thanks. Come visit.” 

#paras #self #amelia