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When you tried to cheer your infant sister up but she cried instead.

You tried, Dami. Lili was just sensitive 💀

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Note: double chapter day! Thank you to @alicedopey for the ask! I see you girl.

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Cotton drags over tinted skin, flecks it red catching along with the new blood trickling from the split. A hiss passes through clenched teeth despite your gentleness. The act reminds you of when your daughter was only six, crying over a scraped knee as you covered it with a Spongebob bandaid. You don't have any of the yellow strips now, just the roll of gauze and medical tape.

"Ah," Nick clenches his jaw again.

"Sorry," you murmur, "it needs pressure."

You push your thumb against the cotton and he winces, forcing a smile as he crackles out a chuckle.

"I can handle it, honey," he assures you as you hold the cotton above his brow, his other brilliant eye looking up at you. "Just like you handle me so well."

You don't respond. Your boss is a mercurial man. One moment, charming, the next rigid and ignitable. You've learned it's better to just go along with whatever mood he's chosen.

"Other guy looks worse," he remarks as you lift the cotton.

You nod, "I'm sure, sir."

He laughs again, closing his eyes with a sigh. He sits reclined in one of the leather armchair, his head tilted as you tend to him. It's after midnight. You're supposed to be at home sleeping. Your daughter's coming back from college for the weekend, you planned on brunch.

You sift out the box of slender steri-strips and bend over him, carefully sealing the gash above his brow. He's a handsome man. Objectively, you must admit it. Dangerous, too, but you don't wonder about the cuts and bruises. He has a shining badge that tells you more than enough.

"Hands of a goddess," he purrs as he opens his other eye again.

You stand and gather up the waste, packing away the medkit. You thank him plainly and fight the urge to look at the clock. You wad up the used gauze in your fist.

"Sir, is there anything else tonight?"

He lifts his head, both eyes on you now. He considers you as he sits straight and grips his knees. He stands and shrugs, spinning on his heel and striding to the mirror hung on the wall, just above the low table decorated with brass and oak.

"Did I interrupt you?" He asks as he checks his reflection. His left cheekbone is purpled and scraped.

"No, I was only sleeping," you say. You try not to let on that it doesn't come easy or often for you. It's not his concern.

"Mmm," he squints at himself and winces as it tugs at his wound. "Well, you can find an extra room here, drive back in the morning."

"That's kind, sir, but I'm okay," you back up, "I'll clean this up and go if there's nothing else."

"You'll just be back tomorrow," he turns and crosses his arms.

"Um, it's my day off, sir."

He clicks his tongue and nods, "forgot."

You force a small smile. No big deal.

"Got big plans then?"

You hesitate. He doesn't usually ask. You shake your head. You don't think he really cares.

"Would you like some scotch before I go then?"

He inhales, chest rising deeply before falling again. He drops his arms and slips his hands into his pockets. One tail of his shirt is untucked and his jacket is splotched with dark stains. He is sauvely unkempt.

"Sure," he grumbles as he paces before the artificial fireplace.

You dip your chin and leave him. You toss away the garbage and tuck away the kit. You wash your hands before you return to the den and take the thick-bodied decanter from the cabinet. He stands with one hand on the mantle as he stares at the floor.

You pour him a glass and bring it to him. He accepts it without looking up. You ask him if he wants the rest left out for him. He says it doesn't matter.

You bid him good night as he resumes his pensive trance. The adrenaline slakes away and now he's coming down. He'll be in for a good sleep, a lot better than your own. You'll be lucky to get a few hours before you're due to meet Josephine.

🥃

You smile across at your daughter. Every time you see her, she seems more grown up than the last. She has a pretty flower pin in her hair and her lips are glossed the perfect shade of rose. She reminds you of your age, both in a good way and a bad way.

You don't fail to notice the other looks in Josephine's direction. Joey, she corrected you when you picked her up. The changes in her make you feel stagnant. You suppose that comes with age too. You're done blossoming, you only have the wilting ahead of you.

"So, exciting," you say as you pinch the stem of your glass, a pair of mimosas between you as you await your entrees, "you got an internship."

"Um, yeah, it's not bad," she pushes her shoulders up, "my boss is okay, I guess."

"That's good, most bosses don't earn much more than 'eh' as a rating," you kid, "sorry, kiddo."

"Mom," she warns.

"I know, sorry," you correct yourself, "I'll try not to do it again."

You remember being her age. Caught in between adulthood and childhood, not wanting to be reminded of the latter.

"It's fine," she sighs, "I just... I'm trying to be a grown-up, you know?"

"Oh, you've got lots of time for that, Miss Lawyer," you trill, "you are very grown up. You know that, don't you? I'm so proud of you."

"Still got a far way to go," she sips from her own glass. You couldn't have ever imagined your daughter with prosecco sparkling in her hand, but there she is. You almost can't believe she's yours. "Let's talk about you. That's a lot less stressful."

"Ha, but boring," you roll your eyes. "You know, same old."

"Oh, trust, I could tell by the dark circles."

"Oof, you did not," you cackle, "Josephine-- Joey."

"You should try some vitamin C cream--"

"Don't," you warn her with a point across the table.

She giggles and her eyes flit around. There's something else. Something she's not telling you. But she wants to.

"What's going on?" you prompt.

"This is such a nice place," she looks at the table and fidgets, "thanks for breakfast, mom..."

"But..." you add on.

"I... hate to ask but..."

"You need money," you utter, "that's okay. We can make it work. What's it for?"

"Books," she says, "I kinda ran out before I could buy them all, so..."

"That's okay. I'll see if I can't get a few extra hours at work then."

As if he could hear the very allusion to his existence, your phone flashes with a private caller. It's Nick. It's only ever him. You flip the phone down to hid the call.

"Take it," your daughter insists, "it's fine."

"No, it isn't. It's my day off. It's our day," you say, "it can wait."

She smiles. She's so pretty. You can't help but feel inadequate next to her; your own daughter. She's young and vibrant and you're wearing a blouse you bought a decade ago that squeezes your middle a bit too tight.

"Like I said, I'm boring," you sit forward, "tell me about the good stuff. The juicy stuff. Any boys-- or, men?"

"Mom," she snipes.

"What? I gotta live vicariously through you."

She rolls her eyes, "no."

You laugh. You always loved teasing her. She's hard-nosed and too focused to worry about the piddly troubles caused by boys. Or...

"Any girls?"

She looks at you with fire in her eyes. Ah, that's it.

"What's her name?" You goad.

"No, it's nothing. We're not even-- I mean, there's no one," she takes another gulp of her mimosa.

"Sureeee," you drag out the word teasingly, "how many more of those to spill?"

"Enough," she warns, "what about you, huh? You seeing anyone besides your soap operas?"

Now it's your turn to frown, "no," you answer evenly, "I... don't think that's in the cards for me, honey."

"Mom, it's okay," she softens her voice, "dad wouldn't... he would want you to be happy."

"Mm, he would, but he was my happy," you bat your lashes against the singeing heat. "I'm okay, really."

"You deserve someone," she says. "You don't have to be alone."

"I am alone, doesn't mean I'm lonely," you deflect. "Anyway, let's enjoy this. I don't get enough of you."

"Alright, twist my arm, I'll settle for free mimosas and a breakfast bowl," she gives a snarky grin.

You smile. She's the hope you have left. You hope that she never goes through the same pain again. One loss is enough for both of you.

🥃

Joey orders and Uber and you sidle in next to her. You clutch your phone over your purse as the haze of the mimosas fogs in your vision. You may have indulged a bit much.

Your phone shines and you look down. 'Private'.

"I see what you mean about bosses," Joey chides.

"It's not-- not a big deal," you dismiss the call.

"Mom, maybe it's an emergency," she sniffs, "he's been calling a lot."

"He's an adult, I just sweep up his crumbs," you wave her off.

Your phone lights up once more. You're starting to get paranoid. Still, you have to maintain boundaries. Today is your day off.

You exhale and sit back. You watch the city smear by and yawn. The restless night tingles on your eyelids.

Finally, you get to your apartment and slump out of the Uber. You stop as Joey helps you tip the driver with the app and you carry on into the lobby of your building. The feeling of the world passing you by lingers beyond the car ride.

Upstairs, you get Joey settled into the room you haven't changed since she left. She puts her bag on the bed and hangs out in the living room as you put on a pot of coffee. It's too early to be this tipsy. You yawn and your phone once more comes to life.

You swipe it up and tell Joey to help herself to the coffee as you sweep out of the room. You head down the hall and step into your bedroom as you answer, "Mr. Fowler."

"You're busy?" Nick asks.

"It's my day off," you say firmly.

"Yes, we talked about that."

You're quiet. Confused. You try to recall the last time he bothered you outside of work. When you're not being paid for it, you never really hear from him.

"Is something going--" you stop and suppress a hiccup. It's more dehydration than the alcohol. "On?"

"I have guests coming," he says, "thought you might like some overtime."

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, but--"

"Clearly you're disposed," he says tersely. Is he mad?

"I wasn't expecting--"

"It's fine. It was an offer. I can manage on my own."

"Of course, sir, I wouldn't--"

You flinch as the line cuts and the call goes dead with a bloop. You pull the phone away from your face and furrow your brow. Really? He hung up on you.

You toss your phone on the bed. Whatever. Forget him. Even if you weren't three glasses deep, you wouldn't leave Joey just to kowtow to his pretentious friends.

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what if i told you (i love you) part 3 - joel miller

pairing: joel miller!fem reader

chapter summary: with Joel and Ellie still in Jackson, you try to navigate your confusing feelings towards Joel. warnings: small mentions of violence, angst, fluff, swearing I think. let me know if i missed anything please! also this isn't edited at all. if you know tlou and wanna beta this story, that would be lovely <3 word count: 3k masterlist series masterpost ask box tag list form

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When Jack was first born, you went through a rough time. You were a new mom in a post-apocalyptic world and still trying to get over the betrayal you felt from Joel. You spent many nights at the kitchen table with Maria or Avery, crying or sitting in silence and feeling numb. The hardest nights were when you missed him, because that meant feeling weak and you hated letting yourself feel like you needed him. 

Your task of avoiding him during his stay in Jackson is becoming particularly difficult because of the duckling you seem to have acquired. Ellie trails after you nearly anywhere you and Jack go and Joel has no intention of letting Ellie out of his sight for longer than a few hours. A small part of you is jealous that he seems to see the girl as a daughter when he wouldn’t even accept Jack but you can’t blame her, so you let her tag along while pretending Joel isn’t always hovering in the background like a mother hen. During movie night, you seat Jack with Ellie and go stand in the back with the adults. Brad, one of the men around your age immediately comes over and tries to strike up a conversation with you. He’s nice enough, and not hard on the eyes but you never really let yourself make time for dating. You have your hands full with your kid so you just smile politely but entertain him, listening to him talk about going on patrol but tune him out when he begins bragging about taking out a pack of clickers. You know his story isn’t true because Avery was on the same patrol as him and told you when the clickers showed up, he hid while everyone else took care of it. 

At some point, you can feel a pair of eyes on you and immediately you know who it is without having to look. You’re trying to ignore it but his eyes feel like they’re burning a hole in your head so you turn to look and as you do, he quickly walks out of the building. You don’t know what comes over you, but you excuse yourself from your conversation with Brad and follow Joel outside. He didn’t go far, you find him leaning against the wall near the door a few feet away, arms crossed and deep in thought. It’s close to impossible to sneak up on him unless he’s feeling safe or is with someone he trusts. You’re apparently neither anymore because his head shoots up as soon as you get close.

He stares at you, mouth opening and closes a few times before he looks back at the ground and scuffing his boot in the dirt. You’ve no idea why you even followed him out here in the first place and after a few more seconds of silence, you start to head back inside but his voice stops you just as it did a few nights ago. He still has this invisible hold on you and you can’t understand why.

“Sarah,” he mumbles so quietly you wouldn’t have heard it if it wasn’t silent outside. “Her name was Sarah and she was my entire world and she’s gone.”

Tommy had admitted to you on one of your bad nights while he and Maria were trying to comfort you that Joel had lost a daughter. You’d put two and two together after Tommy made the memorial with Maria’s late son and the name Sarah who you knew was neither of theirs.

“Yeah,” you whisper, hating the ache in your chest you feel for him. You can’t imagine losing Jack but you don’t know if you can accept what he is insinuating. You can hear him walk towards you and you fight the urge to leave because as much as you don’t want to be around him, this is the first time he’s opened up to you. 

“I thought it’d be replacin’ her,” he mumbles and you realize he means Jack. That accepting another child would mean replacing his late daughter. 

You turn around to find him closer than you were expecting and take a step backwards, almost toppling backwards but his arms reach out and catch you. He doesn’t let go immediately, hands firm and steady gripping your arms exactly how you remember. For a moment, neither of you move. It’s as if you’re in a trance and it only breaks when the door flies open and Jack comes running out the door with Ellie chasing after him.

You pull away from Joel, picking up Jack when he reaches for you. 

“Mama! The movie’s over,” he says and then frowns. “You were gone.”

“I came out for some fresh air.”

He grumbles and tucks his face in the crook of your neck. “‘S cold,” 

You’re about to respond when Joel shrugs his thick brown jacket off and drapes it over Jack but it’s big enough that it covers you as well. 

You mumble a quiet thanks, ignoring the curious look Ellie gives you both and bid goodbye to the both of them, promising the girl that you would see her tomorrow. 

It was inevitable, you realize, sitting at the table listening to Jack tell Joel and Ellie a story you’d told him too often. 

“And-and then the Prince saved the Princess from a huge monster who’s teeth go click click click and then they went to Fred and Bob’s house for dinner!” 

You can feel Joel’s eyes on you the entire time Jack is telling them the story. He’s clearly piecing together that this isn’t just some made up story you told your son but a kid-friendly version of something that happened between you and Joel. It was shortly before you left Boston, Joel and yourself going to Bill and Franks for something. You’d been distracted because it was just after you found out you were pregnant and hadn’t told anyone yet and you turned your back for a split second while you were in the wrong place and nearly torn apart by a clicker. Joel had been furious, saying you needed to be more careful but he couldn’t have been that mad because after lecturing you for ten minutes, he’d pinned you against a tree and kissed you until you couldn’t remember your name.

It was one of the last times he had kissed you before you told him you were pregnant and then left Boston. 

“Quite a story,” Joel says, looking at Jack who proudly smiles at the older man's comment. “Does the Princess have a name?”

Jack gives you a curious look and when you don’t say anything, he shrugs and looks back at Joel.

“Mama never said.” 

Ellie snickers quietly, obviously also realizing that the story is based on actual events. Joel gives her a look but she doesn’t back down despite his glare. She leans towards Jack and grins. 

“Do you have any more stories about the Prince and Princess?” 

Simultaneously, you and Joel both say “no” a little too loudly which earns the two of you some looks. 

“I think it’s time for someone to go to school,” you say, standing up and offering your hand to Jack who grumbles but climbs off his chair and requests to be picked up by you rather than walk. You know you’re probably babying him but he’s growing too quick and soon he won’t want to be carried around by his mom so you’re cherishing every moment. 

You chance a look at Joel before you leave and he’s wearing the softest expression you’ve probably ever seen on him and it makes your stomach do somersaults and cheeks warm. It’s probably a bad idea, no it’s definitely a bad idea but when it comes to Joel Miller, you always made bad choices. 

“You guys can walk with us if you’d like,” you say and Ellie is out of her chair before you even finish the sentence. Joel looks a little more hesitant but he still doesn’t like going far without the girl in his sight so he follows the three of you outside. 

Of course by the time you get to the small school Jackson has, Jack is more than happy to go in and play with his friends. He gives you, Ellie, and a startled Joel hugs before running inside without looking back. You’re grateful that you have a place here where Jack can have as close to a normal childhood one can have in this world. You can’t imagine if you’d stayed in Boston what kind of upbringing he would’ve had. You certainly don’t miss it there, aside from the nights you missed Joel which were far and few in between up until he showed up here. The reason he’s here is still unclear although you have a suspicion Tommy knows more than what he’s told you and even Maria. The length of Joel and Ellie’s stay is also not known. You were expecting them to just need to stop and get supplies before continuing their journey but they’re still here and you have no idea when they’ll be leaving.   

You’re not sure what possessed you to invite Joel and Ellie to your little house for dinner but here you are, chopping vegetables to make soup. Jack is still at school and the soup will take time to cook but Ellie insisted on helping you prepare it and Joel said he needed to go see Tommy. It’s kind of nice to have company even if it’s in the form of a fourteen year old. Said fourteen year old has been awfully quiet the past twenty minutes and you can tell she’s wanting to ask you something but is stopping herself. 

“Go ahead,” you eventually say, tired of her silence. 

“Joel is Jack’s dad, isn’t he?” 

You’re so tempted to say no, only for the fact that she obviously looks up to Joel and you don’t know who she would look at as the bad guy. And honestly is the best policy, right?

“Yeah,” you tell her, noticing when her shoulders deflate. 

She’s quiet for another five minutes before asking, “Did Joel tell you to leave?”

You’re quick to answer this question because as wrong as what Joel did was, it was your decision to leave Boston and you don’t want to put some wedge between them.

“No, I left because I wanted a better life for Jack.” It’s not a complete lie, Joel is part of why you left but you really did want a better life for your son than what he would’ve had in Boston. 

“Alright,” she eventually says and then: “Can you pass me another carrot?” 

And that’s that. You both chat about random things, she tells you some terrible puns and you buckle and reluctantly tell her some more stories of when you, Joel and Tess lived in Boston. She tells you that Joel won’t talk about Tess and she feels guilty about her death. You listen quietly, letting her spill out things she must have been holding in knowing Joel didn’t want to hear it. 

“I knew Tess really well,” you tell her. “She wouldn’t have done what she did if she didn’t think it was worth it.” 

Ellie looks at you hesitantly. “Yeah?”

You nod and she smiles a little before asking if she can come with you to pick up Jack, but you tell her that Avery is going to pick him up and drop him here. Since you’ve got some quiet time, you decide to do some cleaning while Ellie goes to the house she and Joel have been staying at to take a shower. 

It’s a couple hours later when there’s a knock on your door and you’re figuring it’s Avery with Jack so when you open the door, you almost drop the broom you’re holding when you see Joel standing in front of you and Jack in his arms. You start to ask why Joel has Jack and where Avery is when you see the woman in question standing at the bottom of the stairs with a sheepish smile on her face. 

“We, uh, ran into Mr. Miller on our way here and Jack insisted that he come with us,” she explains but you can’t stop looking at the duo in front of you. Jack is smiling, arms wrapped around Joel’s neck and telling him a story but Joel is watching you warily, like he’s expecting you to yell or something.

“Hi mama,” Jack says but makes no move to leave Joel’s arms. In fact, he looks very pleased that the older man is carrying him. 

“Hi baby,” you reply, unsure what to do. You don’t want to upset Jack by taking him from Joel but you can’t tell if the latter is uncomfortable. Avery, sensing the tension, smiles brightly and waves awkwardly.

“I gotta go feed Lucy,” she says, already walking backwards. “See ya, Jack!”

Jack shouts goodbye to Avery and you finally snap out of your stupor, stepping back to let Joel walk inside. He toes off his boots and you’re about to offer to take his jacket when you realize he’s not wearing one because you never gave him it back last night. 

“Dinner smells good,” he says, following you to the living room where Jack finally wriggles out of Joel’s arms but only to get a toy to show him. 

“Look Mr. Miller,” the boy says, offering a wooden train that you gave him for his birthday. An older gentleman in the town made it for you after hearing Jack talking about how much he loved looking at pictures of trains. 

“That’s a really nice train,” Joel compliments, sitting down on the couch. Jack immediately climbs up and settles down next to him, chatting about the toy and you watch as Joel listens intently, nodding at the right times and you remember that he’s done this before, it may have been twenty years ago, but he’s dealt with an excited almost five-year-old.

The front door opening and closing tears your attention away from them and you look to find Ellie walking towards you, shrugging off her jacket. She lays it on the rocking chair and then plops down next to Jack, shooting you a small smile. There’s something in her expression that is sadder than when she left and you wonder if something happened since she left but you don’t bother asking her now. Instead, you go set the table and check the soup to make sure it’s done before calling everyone to the kitchen. Jack makes sure his chair is as close to Joel’s as he can get it so he can keep talking to him.

You have heavily conflicted feelings about the relationship growing between them. On one hand, it’s kind of nice that Jack is getting to know his dad, even if he doesn’t know Joel is his father. On the other hand, if you let Jack get too attached to Joel, it’ll break his heart when he and Ellie leave. So, you decide tonight after Jack is gone to bed and Ellie goes home, you’ll sit Joel down and ask him why he’s here and when he’s leaving.

Of course that doesn’t happen because Ellie and Jack pass out on the sofa after reading every children's book you own and you and Joel end up sitting at the table, drinking some liquor Maria had given you that you never got around to drinking. You’re not drunk, but you’re tipsy enough that you feel relaxed around Joel and laugh at whatever he’s saying. It almost feels like Boston, when the days were so long and dark that all you wanted to do was sit and drink with him and eventually wind up in bed together. 

Except now, you’ve got two kids who are sleeping in the living room and no intention of going to bed with him. Well, maybe if you let yourself have a few more glasses and if there weren’t kids in the other room but that’s just the alcohol in your system making you think things you shouldn’t.

“Do you remember when Frank asked how long we’d been dating?” He asks and you snort at the memory. You didn’t know at the time why Frank would even think that since you and Joel had been bickering the entire time you were at dinner, and Tess had to tell the two of you to knock it off multiple times. She had choked on her water when you asked why Frank thought you were dating and he said that it was because the two of you reminded him of Bill and himself.  

“Yeah, Tess nearly choked because she was laughing when we simultaneously shouted no and then Bill caught us making out behind his house,” you say, smiling behind a sip of your drink. He doesn’t react to you saying Tess’s name and just shakes his head with a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He tilts his head a little so he’s looking at you and not the ceiling. 

“If I thought it covered the pain I caused you, I’d say sorry,” he says quietly and a little broken. 

You look away, swallowing loudly. “Well, sorry would be a start.” 

You don’t say that you’re not sure if you can forgive him, even if he did say sorry. Even if he knelt in front of you and begged, you’re not sure if you could push past the last five years. Every night you spent sobbing into your pillow in Boston while you waited for him to come back after you told him you were pregnant. Every bad night you had here in Jackson, thinking of why he did it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers softly, like it’s a secret. 

Blinking back tears, you clear your throat and nod. “Thank you.” 

Thank you but I can’t forgive you, goes unsaid. But a little voice in the back of your mind whispers, I can't forgive you yet and you can’t help but believe it a little bit.

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Chapter 21 of Chained: To Wield The Blade We Have Forged

A/N: This chapter is stephcass focused enough that I think people might enjoy this as a standalone thing, so I'll be posting the chapter both on AO3 as usual, and right here in this post! This also connects to the reblog I wrote up the other night gushing about Batgirl (2000) #19 and the potential in a Cass vs Jason confrontation!

For this chapter only, NOT the whole fic: Rated T for Teen Ships are Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain and vaguely hinted at Jason Todd/Tim Drake There's gonna be a LOT of plot points that don't seem to go anywhere, cause they're parts of much bigger arcs, but there's some really sweet talk about deep stuff towards the end and the start is Steph handling a deescalation scenario Hope you enjoy ^w^ !

Dear War Diary,

You know, some days I don't even think Ivy should be in Arkham. Logging, pollution, hair spray tearing a hole in the ozone layer, pesticides - if I could feel plants' pain as they were broken apart, I'd want to feed people to ambulatory venus fly traps too. Heck, back in high school I was sure tempted to let her have at some of my more obnoxious classmates.

Unfortunately, today was not one of those days.

We knew something was weird this time around when the docs at Arkham called warning us that she woke up screaming and her powers went out of control. Usually when this sort of thing happens she goes towards a clear goal. Like, there'll be a construction site or a factory or something damaging the land and drawing her out.

Thing is though, the more we chased her, the clearer it became that she wasn't running towards anything.

She was fleeing, and seemingly had no clear place to bolt to. First she fled to the meat packing district. Then she ran down to the water, and like, we expected her to follow the coast? But she just swam right in! Left huge algal blooms in her wake too; like the lacy train of a queen's dress. She even left Gotham altogether for a hot minute only to turn back again for no reason. She was very obviously out of her mind frightened of something, but we had no idea what it was, and frankly, we still don't.

Tonight had real big 'predator running from the wildfire' energy, is what I'm saying.

It took several days, but eventually she gave up on running and bunkered down in one of the parks. The concrete storage shed she picked as her new home was so overgrown by the time we got to it that it was impossible to see a single square inch of the structure. The hardwood and thorn vines covering it had to have been at least a meter thick.

And that little backstory finally brings us to tonight's patrol.

I tapped my earpiece, "We getting anything on the seismic, O?"

"Nope. If she's digging she's doing it slow enough we're not gonna get any warning. Good news though, I finally got an answer back from Waller. Harley Quinn can be on the line within ten minutes notice."

"Awesome. Speedy, you good to cover me?"

"Yup! Got a whole quiver full of tranquilizers and frog crotch arrows ready for her."

I snort-laughed, "God, what a name!"

"I know right?! But yeah, you're good to go. I'll be aiming from the East, so gimmie a sign if you think you'll need me at a different angle."

"Got it. Alright O, give that ten minute notice and I'll start the approach."

Step one: Get the cops to back up the perimeter by at least ten feet all around. Frankly they were gonna be useless in a fight if it came to that, and the whole goal here was to get this done without bloodshed.

This part was pretty damn easy. I knew one of the cops there by name and she was more than happy to back her fellow officers out of the negotiation zone.

Step two: Establish a desire for peaceful communication.

I spoke through a megaphone into the general direction of the tree-bunker, "Doctor Isley? Would you be willing to come out and talk?"

The woods creaked and groaned, shifting minutely. My heart pounded in my chest, waiting, watching, every leaf bud an acid spitting behemoth in the making.

Nothing came out.

I called out to her again, "Okay. Doctor Isley, you seem really upset, and we don't understand why, but you haven't hurt anyone yet so we're not going to hurt you."

I glanced around surreptitiously at the cops. Lucky for me they all seem to be on their best behavior tonight. No one was grumbling about wanting to hurt her loud enough for me to hear, and I just had to trust that meant the grass couldn't hear them either.

"If you don't want to talk to me, that's okay. We want to get you some help, so we're going to try and get Harley on the phone so you can talk to her."

Against my ear, the phone crackled to life.

Time for step three: Get negotiation partner on board.

"Which bat-brat do I have the displeasure of speakin to today!?"

"It's Batgirl; we need your help getting through to Ivy."

"HAH! Well fat fuckin chance, asshole! I ain't talkin her inta anythin she don't wanna do!"

"And we're not asking you to! She hasn't even hurt anybody, and she's not making any threats, but she is clearly terrified. We think there's something or someone after her, and it's not us."

I gave her a moment to think it over. She's got to know we wouldn't let Ivy die, but there's always the chance we're just lying.

"Fine. Alright, what's the plan here?"

"Thank you! I'm gonna hold the speaker up to the megaphone, and you let her know you want to talk, then I'll slowly approach and once in speaking range I'll take the megaphone off of the phone to give the two of you some privacy."

"An you'll still be listinen the whole damn time of course."

"Yeah, sorry about that, but at least the cops won't be."

Harley sighs, "Turn the lights down in the house and start the music then. Lets get this show rollin an' over with."

Step four: Negotiate and deescalate.

Through the phone megaphone combo she said, "Hey Sweetpea, mind lettin me hear yer pretty voice again?"

The protective wall started growing again, getting thicker. I chance a few slow steps forwards anyway, since nothing offensive starts growing either. Or at least I hoped there wasn't something offensive in there.

"I've missed ya. Not the same kickin ass with these bozos in here, ya'know?"

As I got closer, the smell of ozone got stronger, breathing started to feel weird, and every drop of sweat evaporated off of me, leaving me parched. Her hypergrowth vegetation was stripping the carbon dioxide and water out of the air so fast that the atmosphere around it was going haywire.

Just as I thought she was waiting for me to get close enough for her tree's roots to just use me as a nutrient bag, an opening formed over the doorway to the storage unit, and she shakily poked her head out, calling for Harleen.

She was messed up. She clearly hadn't been able to take care of herself and

I'm not writing the next part down verbatim. Just seems too... invasive. They said a lot of sweet an

I don't feel great about this, but just in case I need it, I am going to record what I remember of how Harley talked her down.

Harley said, "Pumpkin, I'm so sorr

Okay. Third time's the charm?

This was not a criminal wrecking havok for profit. This was not a terrorist making demands. This was someone having a breakdown due to forces outside her control and her girlfriend comforting her as best she could. I shouldn't even have been hearing it, really, so yeah I think I'd feel too skeezy to keep dinner down if I wrote it all out 'just in case'.

Informationally speaking, hopefully the only part of their conversation I'll ever need to know again is that Ivy said "The green is dying" and "She's made the world barren; the flowers will never bloom again" and basically made it really clear that the damage was already done and no one was after her.

If you're reading this Future Me and you desperately need to know exactly what happened, sorry not sorry, get a time machine or something.

Anyways, after it became clear that there was nothing we could do for her other than get her back to mental help, I gave Speedy the signal to take the shot. The tranqs hit her before she realized anything was up, and there were only a few seconds of scuffle, then she was down for the count.

I picked up the phone again to cut the line and Harley said, "So that's it, huh? I talk her into openin' the treeline, you drug her up, and that's curtains?"

"There clearly wasn't anything else we could do for-"

"Fuck off you insufferable, controlling, shitty, furry knock off cops! I shoulda told her ta mulch ya!"

There were the muffled sounds of the phone being taken out of her hand, and then a voice I didn't recognize, "Well, I hope that clown to plant heart to heart was worth the favor."

"Zero injuries, zero deaths, zero horrifying poison scares: I'd say it was."

She, whoever she was (I assume it was Waller) chuckled, "Well you aren't the one picking up the tab. Tell Oracle it was a pleasure doing business again."

The line went dead.

"You get that O?"

"Loud and clear. And hey, don't let what Quinn said get to you. You did great."

"Thanks," I kinda didn't feel it, but the sentiment was nice.

The rest of patrol was a long and boring ride on the top of a police van, making sure that no one ambushed her on her way back to Arkham, and then a short conversation about what they're going to do to keep her there this time.

They've had a couple different ways to cut her off from whatever The Green is for a while now. Every method has nasty side effects, and half her breakout attempts were in direct opposition to using them. At this point their policy is to just help her manage being connected. Considering what I saw that connection putting her through tonight? The docs rubber stamped cutting her off from The Green again, at least temporarily, and I'm pretty okay that.

So yeah. We won. Yippee. And all it took was arm twisting a woman held prisoner by a shadowy government agency in order to trick the love of her life into making herself vulnerable to us...

God this job sucks sometimes.

And the suck was not over yet, not by a long shot! And the suck was not only reserved for me either. Uh, okay obviously since Harley and Ivy, but also!

Oracle called to tell me this: "I need to give you a heads up before you return to base, and Speedy needs some time to handle a private phone call so I'm telling you this now. Black Bat got into a fight that upset her pretty bad. She's been on the training sims and dummies for over three hours, and I'm kinda worried she's not gonna sleep unless someone helps her untangle her head."

"I thought everything went smooth on her end, what the heck happened?"

"Easier if I just show you," Oracle said and fed a video taken by one of the Bat-House's internal cameras into my HUD.

It showed Ca (gah trying not to write anyone's names is a mess) Black Bat in civilian clothes, standing in a doorway. She's staring at the Red Hood from across the room with an expression of frustrated determination.

He ignores her for a while, continuing to read, curled up on the couch in a posture so terrible I have to wonder if he's trying to give himself back problems.

She just... kept staring. And staring.

Finally he asked, sounding very snarky and annoyed, "Can I help you?"

"Why did you pull the trigger again? You were better. You did better for so long. Why?"

"I don't owe you that shit," He narrowed his eyes at her, "And you don't get to decide I was better just cause you liked it more when I was docile."

She marches over to him, "I know how it hurts. I see it hurt you! I want to help. I want to know why."

"No," He said, standing up to loom over her, as though she couldn't kick his ass five ways from Sunday with a hand tied behind her back, "You want me to get on my knees and sob and beg for forgiveness. As though any of you shitheads ever even deserved my forgiveness!"

"No! I want to see you get better! I wanted another little brother!"

"Well congratu-fucking-lations, you got one! Don't worry, Dickie hates it just as much. I'm sure he can give you some pointers on how to go fuck yourself about it."

My jaw started hurting from how tight I had my teeth clenched as I watched her face twist in open rage-hurt-sorrow, "Why won't you stop burning our house down!? You're in it!"

"I. Don't. Owe. You. That."

She glared up at him defiantly, "You owe someone."

"No. I don't."

"Sheezus!" Black Canary said as she entered the room, "I leave you alone for five minutes and you're already picking a fight with her? Seriously?"

Black Bat's anger simmered below the boiling point again, "Not a fight."

"That sure looked like-"

"Not a fight." She declared bitterly, storming out of the room.

BC raised an eyebrow at Hood.

He smiled all teeth and irritation, "Not a fight!"

She rolled her eyes and took her post back up as the video ended.

I sighed, "Well. That'd do it. Thanks for the warning, I'll see if I can talk to her, take her mind off it."

"Appreciated. I tried but... I dunno. You'll probably have more luck."

"We'll see I guess! So, am I good to check in with Speedy, or is she still on her phone call?"

"You're good."

When I grappled up to the roof she was on, Speedy looked pretty damn unhappy. So, like, clearly tonight was sucking complete ass for everyone. Mercury in retrograde or some shit, idk.

"You got news I take it?" I asked.

"Mhm, great news! By which I mean totally shit news. Apparently the lab I get my bloodwork done at broke, as in everything is giving false negatives. So yeah, all my bloodwork for the past who knows how long might have been wrong!"

"Oh shit. You want us to test you in the Batcave? Guarantee the lab down there could handle whatever you need!"

"I appreciate the offer, but I'll need to fast for twelve hours beforehand no matter what, so it wouldn't really be any quicker. Also my civilian GP would be pretty leery of a Bat-Diagnostic, especially since they already got me an appointment with the closest available people."

O cut in over comms, "That is suspiciously fast..."

Speedy shrugged, "I've got a feeling Green Arrow might have pushed me up the list somehow. He might not be (secret identity stuff I can't write down here :P ) anymore, but he's still got some pull."

"Hmm, well, both of you get back to base and we can figure out the logistics once you're here."

"Roger."

"Aye Aye Captain."

Once she cut off I offered, "Grapple line tag on the way there to take your mind off it?"

"You know what? I could use something to stretch my legs out after all that sniper crouching. Fuck it, let's do this."

Swingy swingy swingy over the buildings, across the bridge, to grandmother's imposing, minefield-surrounded cave we went!

We got into the cave, changed out of our gear, and sure enough, Black Bat was still in the training section, running herself ragged. Speedy went up to get some sleep since she couldn't eat dinner now anyways (do NOT envy that). So I went straight into an attempt to pry Black Bat off the training mats.

"Heads up!" I called out and tossed a bottle of water at her head.

She caught it without even looking, swapping to kicks and using her other hand to demolish her sandbag opponents, "Been drinking enough just fine."

"Sure. What'll it take to convince you to take a break and drink it with me anyways?"

She paused, leg still raised to kick, perfectly poised like gravity wasn't even a factor. It always makes my legs hurt looking her like that. Makes the rest of me swoon too.

"Would um..." She frowned, like she expected me to think less of her for making the request, "You bring dinner down here? For us both?"

I gave her a smile, "Yeah, of course. Mind saying how come?"

"Because Hood's up there and I want to fight him more. If I fight him, have to look at him. Have to watch him feeling and thinking and..." She finally put her leg down, and fidgeted with the cap of her water, "And I just don't want to."

"Didn't realize you hated him that bad."

"Not sure I do? Messy."

"Yeah, messy for me too."

Translation: I still don't know how to feel about him taking grisly revenge against Black Mask 'in my honor'. Still also super don't know how to feel about his welcome home gifts of a gun and an offer to come murder criminals with him.

Then I add, "But I'll have you know I'm a first class mess messer with-er! So if you want to talk about it, I'd be happy to."

She very briefly smiled, then her face feel again and somber moment passed before she said quietly, "Yeah, okay. Bring food down and... we can talk."

"On it."

"Um, wait!"

"Huh?"

She caught my arm and reeled me in for a kiss on the cheek, "There."

I laughed and gave her a proper kiss, "There! Love you."

Diary, have I ever told you about how she looks when she blushes? Because I seriously think I'll need to pull out the old poetry textbooks in order to do it justice.

Upstairs took me passed the dining room, where Red Hood and Red Robin were talking.

"The fuck is that?" Hood asked, leaning over his shoulder.

"Blueprints. I'm having a section of my house renovated while I'm stuck here."

"Wwwwhy?"

"I am swiftly being driven mad by boredom and saw a really neat indoor garden set-up on pinterest."

"An indoor garden? In Gotham? Do you fuckin want to get strangled to death in your sleep by vines?"

RR does the little 'tch' thing he picked up from Robin, "Whatever, it'll be fine, these are tiny little arboreals and I'll have reinforced airlocks leading in and out."

"That does fucking nothing for attacks in your sleep."

"Which is why I'll have the whole lockdown system automated. I was already going to do automation for the plant care stuff anyways, cause lets be honest here, there was no way I was ever going to keep them alive on my own."

"...The speed and ease with which you oscillate between self depreciating paranoia and megalomaniacal hubris is fascinating."

And even as pissed off as I am with both of them, that still almost made me friggin lose it laughing, RR seemed so offended too, it was great!

And speaking of pissed off? Yeah, seeing RR acting so chummy with Hood was kinda making my blood boil! Like, maybe he didn't even know they fought. But he's supposed to be her friend too, and it's still sticking in my craw, and I'm busy with the whole damn city needing patroled, and so bottom line: I didn't talk to him tonight, and I'm probably not gonna talk to him tomorrow night either!!

Agent A had several plates set to the side already when I got into the kitchen. I think he assumed at least a few of us were gonna go off in our separate corners after the argument. Made it nice and easy to snag two and bring it down.

She had clearly been pacing, waiting for me, back down in the cave.

We sat together and she held my hand while we ate - pretty awkward, but super worth it. We stayed quiet, me cause I wanted to give her the space to start talking, and her probably because she wasn't sure where to start.

Once all the peas and mash were gone and she was pushing her drumstick around the plate she asked, "Ready?"

"Go for it. All ears."

"It's a guilt thing I think? Least a little?"

"Kinda always figured you were uh, how to put it, I guess invested in him, cause of that sort of parallel between you two?"

She nodded, "Not all of it's that, though. Different guilt," She gives me a rueful smile, "I'm layered in it, huh?"

"Like a lasagna of angst," I told her solemnly.

She huffed a quiet laugh, fidgeting with my hand, "Am I um. A tasty lasagna?"

"Oh yeah, you're delicious," I said with a cheesy wink.

"Terrible," She laughed a bit more, running her thumb over the back of my hand, and the nervous sad crept right back in, "You know about um... One day, I rescued a man? Murderer. From the gas chamber?"

"Yeah. Not well, you've never said much, but I've read a bit about it. Was kind of a big news thing."

"On the way out I met the mother of his victim. She demanded justice. She demanded his death. I didn't know how to- to reconcile her grief. Still don't. But back then... I put him back in the gas chamber. I look at Hood. Wonder if he's the murderer or the mother or the executioner. Wonder what the mother was. Wonder what I was. Wonder if the distinction matters at all."

"Hood's trying to cut all the bad people out, trying to bleed the world better. You're trying to keep it all alive, trying to keep everyone growing. Maybe the other distinctions don't matter, but I think this one has to."

She squeezed my hand tight and kissed every one of my knuckles delicately, "I hope so. Trying to believe so."

"I kinda think you already do. You may be an angst lasagna, but you don't do what you do just out of guilt, yeah?"

"Guess so... I wanted so bad to find out that they'd been replaced by aliens or something. Find out that wasn't him. Not now and um. Not on TV all those months ago. At the very least I was hoping to find regret."

"I really wish I had something better to say than, you know, his determination to be an asshole isn't something we can fix. Just gotta keep growing our garden and hope he decides to join us for real sometime."

"Yeah..." Another round of knuckle kisses, "Yeah, you're right," She wrinkles her nose, "Sucks you're right."

"Yup."

She pressed her forehead against our intertwined hands for a while.

Then she asked, "Tell me about one of your shows?"

"Sure."

So I chattered about some light stuff she nodded along to until we were both ready for bed. It was honestly really nice, and I think I needed it too, a lot more than I realized.

So yeah, here's hoping tomorrow is less of a complete shit show from start to finish.

- Batgirl IV

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Okay, folks, today I decided to bother you with my thoughts about my #1 favorites Rumi Usagiyama and Izuku Midoriya, AKA Miruko and Deku. Specifically, how they're similar.

Now, if you've been following me for some time, you've probably seen the posts I have already written before about them being similar. This post is just a more organized collection of those posts with a few added things.

Here are the links though of those posts if you're interested!

🐇 First I Talked About Their Similarities

🐇 The Rabbit Duo

🐇 There's 3 of Them

This is also NOT a ship post for these two. I am very quick to block anybody who reblogs this post as such.

I hate them together romantically. They're my "big sister, little brother" duo.

Without further ado, let's move forward and discuss these similarities.

First!

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE!!

I know, I know. At first glance they share nothing alike, obviously. But I need you to open your eyes here. Just listen, listen.

Both Miruko and Midoriya are pint-sized powerhouses when compared to everyone else around them. Both are considerably short, and pack muscle. Both even started off with no muscle when start their journeys into Hero-hood.

Costumes! Oh, yes! Their costumes share some similarities! The base colors are their signature colors (white - Miruko, green - Midoriya).

There's also the fact they both wear white/light colored gloves which are very important to their character. Miruko has been wearing hers since her middle school days (check out Vigilantes). Midoriya’s gloves importance is obvious, they're important tools for his skill set.

Accessories! Both wear something around their neck. Miruko wears has a tuft of fur around her neck. Midoriya has a breathing mask that is most of the time around his neck. They also wear armor pieces, including on their feet. They also have a thing for thigh-highs. SPOILER! Both even acquire new support gear for their arms.

SKILL SET/FIGHTING STYLES!!

This is mad nuts to me that even though Midoriya switched to kicking more because of Iida (if I'm remembering right), his kick style comes off more Miruko. They share kicking in their move set. Hell, can even break through walls with kicks. (Miruko being able to do it just out of raw power is amazing to me. Why is she just #5 again?)

Of course, there's also the fact they both rely on speed and strength.

It doesn't just stop there. They're both very analytical in battle. Miruko was able to figure out that the High End Nomu relied on long range attacks. Before that, just by listening, she figured out that Dr. Garaki was getting antsy about something and sure enough she was right. With Midoriya, we see it almost every single time.

RABBIT THEMED

With Miruko, it is very obvious. So I'm sure I don't have to explain anything. With Midoriya, I'll clear it up!

His costume has rabbit ear-like protrusions attached on the hood, he does the hopping and the jumping.

There's also the behavior. Rabbits are very cute, they look defenseless. But they're also very active and willing to put up a fight if they have to in danger. Rabbits can get destructive, as both Miruko and Midoriya do. Rabbits are also timid. Midoriya started off as timid and it's still present, just lessens as the story goes on.

PERSONALITIES & ACTIONS

Since the topic was touched on, yeah, they have similar personality traits. I know someone is gonna go "but Miruko is just like Bakugou", which yeah is true. But so is Midoriya.

Both Miruko and Midoriya are stubborn and hard-headed as hell. They tend to land themselves in situations they choose to put themselves in. Miruko choose to involve herself in a lot of fights during her middle school to high school years. She is also the same hero to come to Endeavor and Hawks' aid. That was a choice. Mind you, same hero that doesn't like teamwork, yet doesn't mind lending a hand when needed. Even during her time as a student, she still cooperated with O'Clock and Rappa during the Underground Fight Arc. Midoriya is the same way. He could have not gone after Iida when he confronted Stain. He could have not gone after Kota. But he choose to. Both choose to take action, even when it's risky, because it's what a hero would do to save someone. Whether you want to admit it or not for Miruko, she isn't a heartless person. She takes her duty as a Pro Hero seriously. If someone needs saving, she's hopping there. Same for Midoriya.

With that, once they're in those situations, someone is always there to tell them to step out, but they don't. In battles they fought in, even battered and bruised to the point they should opt out, they still insist on fighting. They don't care that they're bleeding or their arms are beyond functional, they get reckless, they still want to keep going. Again, they're hard-headed, but with good intentions. They want to get the job done. They want to make sure everyone is safe before they can rest.

They tend to also go in fights alone! As much as they are willing to work with others, these two throw caution out the window and head into the danger while thinking "Me, Myself and I". But not for selfish reasons! Here's the thing with Miruko. She isn't the type of person to care about fame. She isn't. She just wants to prove she can pull her own weight, that she is strong. (I go into details about in a theory post here.) That is the same case for Midoriya. And it lies as a problem for him. The Vigilante Deku Arc is a prime example of this.

OTHER SIMILARITIES!!

Their middle school years is where it all starts for them. Miruko had begun to be recognized as a fighter during her time in middle school where she would often get into trouble for fighting. She eventually got expelled from her middle school and for a while there was no word of her until her high school years where she is attending a hero school. (Check out this other theory post!) For Midoriya, that's when his hero journey starts. We all know the story. All Might, the Sludge Villain, getting OFA.

AFO wanted/wants to take their quirks. That's right. AFO wants to get OFA from Midoriya. During Miruko's high school years, AFO attempted to take her quirk. He actually was watching an Underground fight to steal quirks, but he opted out because it was getting bored. Then, Miruko (Tiger Bunny at the time) arrived on the scene and he was just "Oh, never mind, I'll take her quirk".

They have the same blood type, O.

They're also water signs. Miruko is a Pisces (March 1st) and Midoriya is a Cancer (July 15th).

Both got Yuki Hayashi's Revengers played over their fight scenes in season 6.

That's all I really have for now. I probably left out a few things, but I did link some posts for you to check out if there's more you want to read!

#just kiya's thoughts #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #deku #rumi usagiyama #usagiyama rumi #miruko #mirko #team rabbit #I'M SHIFTING INTO MIRUKO FANGIRL MODE #it's appreciate midoriya hours folks!! #💚🐇👊 #💜🐇🌙

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i have a tag for any posts that aren't specifically fic recs and just me talking (kay talks) which you can mute if you aren't interested

occasionally i get asks about dreamnotnap which i sometimes answer; you can also mute that tag along with my not dnf tag

and that's all i can currently think of!

i'm thinking of adhering to a posting schedule so i might post about that later. i'm a bit more free these days so i'll probably be a bit more quick to asks.

hope this helped you guys out; thanks for reading :]

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[holllandtrash]

guys i really did not want to go this long without posting part 3 to fragile line or anything rly bc i want to write so bad i am just exhausted my new job keeps me busy, same with work events, i get the keys to my new apartment next week so im trying to pack and move then also its wedding season so bridal showers and bachelorette parties and also the podcast is a huge priority in my life right now and im struggling to find the time or energy to write. im truly sorry, im trying, really, i just have no idea when i'll be able to post something new.

side note, i see the kind messages and comments and reblogs on new and old fics and it makes my heart melt, even if i dont respond or reply, i see them and i love you and i want to write again for u soon

[knotbinary]

hello ! (pls don’t feel obligated to answer this, I know this is kinda a weird ask) im working on making a monster dating sim game (which currently I’m in the planning stage of) and am attempting to conduct some market research here on tumblr 😅. I really love ur blog and was just wondering if you’ve noticed any trends in terms of wat monsters/ monster tropes that tend to do well with your posts ? It doesn’t have to be anything detailed, just general vibes if you’ve noticed any - tho totally chill if u haven’t. Again ABSOLUTELY NO PRESSURE to respond to this, I don’t want to take up ur time (if you’ve even read this far thank you). Sorry for the strange ask ! and thank you for posting amazing content you’re literally one of my favourite blogs

I'm not sure how much help I can be because I don't tend to notice these things, but I can share with you which of my posts are most popular and perhaps you can extrapolate from there. Keep in mind, though, some of these posts did well because I reblogged them to my main (@roguemonsterfucker) and that blog has a lot more followers than this one.

A werewolf who hasn’t told their partner that they’re a werewolf yet, but they buy their partner knotted dildos to test the waters and prepare them…

being left as the sacrifice for the old gods at the edge of the forest. but you are found by the pack of werewolves instead. (cont.)

I’m a simple person. I see fangs and I get hard.

A magic monster dildo. It gains power as you use it until eventually it can take its full form. In the middle of using it, suddenly it becomes an actual monster and starts fucking you.

Oh to be tied up and used as a breeding mount for all manner of horny creatures. (cont.)

A backyard barbecue to get to know your new partner’s friends turns into a werewolf pack gang bang. (cont.)

Thinking about how after sex with a werewolf, you’re knotted for a while and you spend that time just chatting, bonding, maybe even snacking on some food you kept handy.

Can’t get the idea of being a pet to a werewolf and vampire out of my head. (cont.)

Those are all my posts on this blog with a considerable amount of notes.

I'll say, it's interesting that the living dildo one is already so high up on the list considering I only posted it ten days ago. A lot of these posts took weeks or even months to get the amount of notes they have now.

Another that I seem to recall doing well quickly was ironically the other dildo one. Though I think that's partially because I reblogged it to my main, which I don't usually do.

I used this website to find my most popular original posts: https://jetblackcode.com/TumblrNoteCounter

I hope this helps somehow! And I hope you'll let us know when you have the game available! We need more monster dating sims! 🥰

[moonflms]

➷｡˚ alcoholic — nct jaehyun

PROLOGUE ༄ - —wherein jaehyun's cravings leads both of you to an alcoholic atmosphere.

"to be drunk and in love in seoul city" —johnny and jaehyun's cravings got the best of them. in the end, johnny had to call in you to pick up your husband who was tipsy over alcohol-flavored cookies.

PAIRING ༄ - husband! jaehyun x wife! fem reader, husband! johnny x fem reader's friend

WARNINGs༄ - DRINKING THEMES

GENREs ༄ - fluff, crack, night cravings, married life au, drinking, boy's night out, college squad

W. COUNT ༄ - around 1k+

NOTES ༄ - third oneshot here ! CONTAINS DRINKING THEMES. expect inaccuracies since i reffered to google for some info, i don't drink since i'm a minor. expect grammar and typo errors. simple wording.

do not repost. copyright belongs to @moonflms 2021. reblogs and likes are deeply appreciated! originally posted on my twitter (@suhhvsco) and wattpad (@johnsparrot) . enjoy reading!

cw // drinking, alcohol

happy nct day! <3

masterlist

—start

Incoming call... Johnny

(italic- jn, bold- y/n)

"Y/n-iee?"

"Johnny? Hi! Any problem?"

.

.

"Hello?"

"Uh... kind of? Don't get mad."

"O..kay?"

"..."

"Suh Youngho."

"She's doing the full name thing, Jae." You heard Johnny from the opposite line.

"Sooo, I invited you and Jae over right?" You remained silent.

"Well, we did what we usually do, hahaha." You listened to him giggle nervously.

"That is?" You asked as if you didn't knew the answer.

"...drinking." You could imagine his nervous face, gulping silently.

"I-I mean that uh, Yoonoh kinda dr– I mean not drink but—" You stopped Johnny from sugarcoating the problem.

"Cut to the chase, drunk?"

"Well, good thing he–"

"Johnny." you cut him off once again.

"He's leaning towards the tipsy side," Johnny admitted.

"Coming." You ended the call as you heard Johnny mumble a 'sorry'.

-

"And I was going to binge-watch that new drama," You sighed.

You took your car keys and walked out of the house, towards your car. Your car made a beep as it unlocked. You opened the driver's seat and sat inside. You started and prepped the engine for a while. Gripping the steering wheel, you stepped on the gas pedal. You were now on your way to Johnny's manor.

Johnny had invited both you and Jaehyun for some drinks at his place, having a small catch-up. It was quite a while since you three had sat down and relaxed. You three were together since college! You thought of the invite for a while, but declined and let Jaehyun go alone. You decided to give them their 'boys night' after all their business conferences and the likes. Plus, there's this new drama on Netflix you wanna start on.

It all started with those two, then 'til they met you and your other college squad members. You trusted Johnny and Jaehyun anyways.

You weren't mad at Johnny. You were simply annoyed by how your self-care night was disrupted by a call about your husband who was laying on Johnny's living room carpet.

You and Johnny knew he had great alcohol tolerance, so it brought you to a surprise when Johnny called earlier about picking him up. Usually, it was you who needed help to get home.

You also found it cute whenever Jaehyun was in a drunk-ish state. He could start by getting silent then becoming quite clingy and fluffy for the first few whiles. And you had to sigh in relief because you wouldn't have to struggle to get Jaehyun home.

God, he was a lot taller and buffer than you, knowing that the other buddy was too jelly-like drunk-ish as well to help you out. And who knows what Jaehyun has in store.

Thinking of the possible scenarios you avoided, you kinda need a shot or two now.

-

You were nearing Johnny's house, which was around the corner. Not that long after, your car was parked behind Jaehyun's.

You then turned the car off and stepped out. With the car key with you, closing the driver's door and locking it right after. You walked across the porch and stood in front of the doorstep, you rang the doorbell twice.

It didn't take long for Johnny to answer the door. There he stood in front of you, sheepishly smiling. It was obvious that he drank, noting the pinkish tint of his eyes –but he seemed completely sober. He first mumbled a sorry before hugging you.

"I'll have him pick up the ca–"

You didn't finish the sentence as you spotted his maroon polo had some white powder near the lower-stomach area, you shot him a somewhat concerning glare, Johnny –completely getting what you meant– stifled a chuckle

"And no. that's not any of that high stuff, y/n. flour," he cleared. Now you wondered why he was covered in flour.

He guided you inside the house as if you haven't drop by a million times. You decided to start a short conversation. In the end, you did end up coming over. "So, where's Y/f/n?" You asked Johnny where his wife was, and he simply answered 'out' as she went to Incheon in advance to pick up Johnny's in-laws later by dawn.

As he guided you, the living room started to appear before you, then there you saw. There you saw your husband sitting on the carpeted floor, leaning on the room's huge couch behind him, munching on a cookie, which explains the flour on Johnny's shirt. He looked at you and smiled, showing his dimples. "So Youngho, was exactly happened?" Unbothered, you asked for context.

"Okay before anything, he suggested it." As Johnny explained his right hand continuously rubbed his nape.

Johnny and Jaehyun craved for treats, so they baked cookies... with a twist. they decided to make the cookies chocolate chips and alcohol-flavored.

Johnny did confess that they experimented for a while and eye-balled the measurements, ending up putting a lot more alcohol than needed. Knowing that Jaehyun absolutely loves cookies (maybe his guilty pleasure) didn't hesitate to munch on more than 2 pieces. It may sound dumb, but hey, it's the creativity that counts you guess? Ever since you met the boys it felt like you were a mother to two huge babies.

"And what made you eyeball this recipe?" You took a skim at the recipe they printed out. "The batter was too dry and doughy, we did what needed to be fixed."

"Good. But you should've used water to thin out the batter instead of adding more liqueur. Look at the guy." Both you and Johnny's view diverted to Jaehyun who was blushed and smiley at your presence.

You walked over to the lounge and sat on the fluffy carpet beside Jaehyun. "Hey baby" Jaehyun gushed and kissed your cheek as he immediately rested his head on your shoulder, his arm snuggling around your body.

You held his wrist as you leveled his cookie to your mouth, taking a bite. The cookie was good and for sure, it was strong. You took Jaehyun's shot glass and took some shots straight. Johnny came over in time to see you getting in action, he continued himself to squat in front of the two of you, with the coffee table in between, occupied with the tray of cookies and some opened drinks.

"You guys sure make a great couple" Johnny laughed as he shook his head seeing you take some shots, you three loved drinking together. Silently, you were relieved that Jaehyun was mostly sober, 'semi-drunk'. Let's say he was too sleepy to drive himself home.

You stayed at Johnny's for a while, continuing some talks and snacking on those cookies. Jaehyun slowly fell asleep on your shoulder making both you and Johnny giggle at the rare sighting. You softly laid Jaehyun's head against the couch for a while as you stood up and started to clean up, helping Johnny who started.

-

After quite a while, making the chit-chat the main reason for the continuous delays, you both finished cleaning both the living room and the kitchen which was a mess from the baking. You left Johnny who was packing a few of the cookies for you to take home and headed again to Jaehyun, who was now stretching on his seat.

Jaehyun woke up from his nap, stretching out the stiffness from sitting for the past few hours. You softly pinched his cheeks as you helped him up. He was awake but groggy. You hugged him from the side acting as a support while he tried to gather himself, slightly leaning some weight on you. Johnny both escorted you out to the doorstep after he handed you the container of cookies.

"I gave you the rest or else Y/f/n's pregnancy cravings gets the best of her."

"Thanks! Still betting on blue, Johnny" With that Jaehyun scrunched his brows as pats Johnny's shoulder as he sides with him, rooting for a girl.

Jaehyun took some slow steps as he approached the car. You guided him to his side before heading back to the driver's seat.

When both of you were buckled into your seats you started the car engine. You honked as a sign for Johnny inside the house, letting him know about your departure. You were now on your way to your last destination, the Jung residences.

Jaehyun was napping peacefully as you played some music to fill the quiet air. After a few songs, Jaehyun woke up again and was up for the rest of the ride. He started to accompany you as he started to sing to whatever was playing, he started to sing with his eyes closed.

On red lights, you couldn't help but look at the male beside you, immersed in his element. Your husband singing off to a night drive playlist, lids shut, and his face was tinted with a light color of blush. The view was immaculate. Even if it's been a year after the marriage, you still felt butterflies like a teen gal.

The next song started, and perhaps it was one of Jaehyun's faves. He slowly opened his eyes as he looked at you, eyes sparkling. He rested his arm on the compartment in between the seats as he tries to get closer to you. "to be young and in love in– babe, green light." You snapped yourself out from adoring your man and continued driving. Jaehyun chuckled and continued on with singing.

"To be 'drunk' and in love in Seoul city" He tugged your hand that was resting on the hand brake as he intertwined his hand with yours, making it rest by his cheek. He played with your wedding ring, "damn" he whispered and smiled.

"I like me better when I'm with you." He slowly brought your intertwined hand to his lips as he placed a soft peck. You took a glance as he smiled. You felt your cheeks heat up.

The rest of the drive, you both vibed to the music, even singing along. You were both enjoying the atmosphere, the alcoholic atmosphere. Once you both arrived home, you hopped out of the car and took some breathers. Jaehyun managed to balance himself on the way inside the house.

Inside, Jaehyun plopped on the couch as he sighed. You brought back a glass of water from the fridge and placed it on the small table. Jaehyun held your hand and pulled you down, making you hover above him. His polo softly reeked of the alcohol he had, the smell slowly sent up your nose. He held you in place as his arms were around your hips, slowly after admiring you he laid his lips on yours.

The soft taste of chocolate from the cookies and liqueur filling up, leaving an aftertaste. Breaking away, you laid on top of him he continues to trap you in his arms. Your hand slowly made its way to his head, fiddling with his hair. You buried your face into his chest as you slowly started to close your eyes.

Jaehyun whispered to your crown "g'night baby" rubbing his palm against your back. "i love you to the moon and back."

the night ended with soft snores and you against him in his arm.

—end

➷｡min's letter: so liqueur is like a sweet version of liquor which is preferred for baking (esp sweet desserts). well, i got something to try out once i'm able to drink. btw let's be moots and check out my masterlist! all rights reserved @moonflms 2021

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[guardians-of-exo]

Blog Update

Okay so, I have an announcement that I have been thinking about for a while. I'm gonna go over it quickly first, and then add a read more to cover the more detailed things I wanna get into.

I am currently working on a song fic series for EXO, with 9 short fics each based on an EXO song that I felt like tells a story. I have decided that this series will be my last. After that series is over, I will no longer post fanfiction either here or on AO3.

Likewise, I will no longer be posting "regular" content (like my content was regular before...) of any kind other than just becoming an EXO reblog blog. I will probably do moodboards and stuff for their birthdays, and I might post something if inspiration kicks me in the face, but otherwise, I won't force myself to make anything.

My drama content will be moved to my new sideblog that I have worked on the past couple of days to set up so that it has all the old stuff as well. I felt like it clogged up too much on my main, and probably bothered some of my non-drama-watching moots.

I have been thinking about this for a while, and think it is finally time to just become a regular fan. Thank you for all the support on my content, I love you all ❤️

So yeah... as mentioned, I will no longer be creating for this blog. For most of you, this probably doesn't come as a shock, as I haven't been posting regularly since forever really.

There are several factors that have led me to making this decision. Mostly, it's just because my motivation is nonexistent. Tumblr is dying, my dash is drying up, and reblogging is a thing of the past. A lot bigger blogs than me are struggling and some are even packing up and leaving as well.

Also, I have noticed during this year that a lot of people come to my blog and absolutely mass like every single thing on my blog - which isn't really a new thing, some blogs (for some weird reason) just never reblogs anything at all. But especially these past couple of months, these blogs have been blogs that does reblog other fics. But never mine. My stuff is not worth more than a like, apparently. And while I know I do have support (you know who you guys are, and I LOVE YOU), seeing my stuff never going anywhere really... well. Sucks.

I know I'm no *insert famous writer here*, so I can't really complain or expect all that much, but that's just how I feel. Even before, when I did get requests - the anons that asked for stuff? Never came back to tell me they liked it. Even blogs that did show their name barely gave any feedback.

So, I give up. I'm not having fun anymore and creating feels like a chore. This last series, I do feel really good about, but I know I'll be disappointed when literally no one is going to care. I have started measuring my self-worth in numbers on a screen, and that needs to stop.

I will still be here, loving EXO and kpop as I have been since I created this blog way back in 2017, but I will no longer be a creator.

Thank you all for allowing me to have a chance to share my creations with our community, I have genuinely loved my time doing it ❤️.

#personal #blog update

[midnxghtsunwrites]

SMOKESTACKS | 15, DETECTIVE GOLDEN-BOY

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i added a chapter just to make the previous chapter 15 — current 16 — make more sense - also, im planning to add another chapter somewhere before ten so the numbers might change again

WHEN JAX TELLER MET WITH Nero in a small café outside of town, he didn't expect that he would come baring bad news in regards to the one person he's been trying to reach for the past couple of days. Of course, he expected something out of pocket, but nothing to do with Nadine Parker.

"I got some of my boys from the East Coast getting into contact with me about this big shot detective who's been digging into SAMCRO. Georgia cop, golden-boy, big ass chip on his shoulder." Nero sips his black coffee.

Jax leans forward in the booth, propping his elbows on the table. His voice lowers, "They say why?"

The entrepreneur shakes his head, apprehensively, "It's bad shit, man."

"He a Fed?" Jax questions — there's only so little he could do about a federal officer. Getting him sorted out would be ideal — especially with him doing business with the Cartel. They're cutting shit too close, Bobby would probably tell him.

"Nah, man." Nero peers through the window the two are sat by, "They say he's been looking to get transferred over here, though."

Jax had so many questions and not enough time to ask them. The sun was sinking below the horizon and he wants to be home in time to kiss his boys goodnight.

"Why's he looking at us? Why all the way across the damn country?" The biker resists the urge to grab a cigarette.

Nero exhales heavily, not sure if he should expose this next piece of information. He's seen Jax with the woman at SAMCRO parties, but never actually had reason to approach her. Hell, he's trying to get out of this whole mess — he isn't even completely sure why he's even doing this. "We — we think he's following somebody here."

Part of Jackson knows who he's talking about. She shows up months ago, says nothing about where her life back in Georgia, and months later, a cop appears in the city from the same state, looking into his club. But, he gives her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe, there's a perfectly logical reason for this coincidence.

"Who?" Jax questions, almost as if he enjoyed the torture of knowing that the woman he's beginning to have feelings for brought more trouble to Charming.

Nero doesn't open his mouth. Instead, he reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper that Jax didn't notice. He unravels it and plants it in the middle of the table — it's a photograph. The familiar face on it belongs to Nadine, just as Jax suspected. The man to her right has his arm wrapped around her shoulders. It was a selfie, the background a farmers market. The smile on the man's face is almost crazed as he stares into the side of Nadine's beautiful face.

She is turned to the camera, gazing at it with a smile too bright to be fake, yet that's exactly what it is. Jax can see the fear in her eyes — fear of what? Detective Golden-Boy?

Nero sighs, heavily, "I don't wanna ask this, man, but you know I gotta." Jax arches a brow at him, waiting for his question that he was almost certain would be out of pocket, "You think she brought him here on purpose?"

Honestly, the Son doesn't know the answer to that question. What he knows is that he needs to talk to Nadine. As soon as possible. At this point, he doesn't care if she's pissed and ignoring him and his calls — he'll show up at her doorstep to get answers if he has to.

"I'll sort it out," Jax sighs and runs a hand through his gelled down hair. This is last on his list of shit he's supposed to care about — but this is Nadine he's talking about.

When he goes to stand, Nero calls to him and slides the forgotten picture across to him, "Be careful, man. He's gonna try to take y'all down — he look the crazy type."

For a moment Jax is so confused. Nadine has been so accepting of his lifestyle from the beginning — other than the Thanksgiving dinner. But, he had no clue Opie would pop off like that. Did she call her detective boyfriend after that happened? He hopes to hell she didn't.

"Alright, man, thanks."

"I LOVE YOU, DADDY." Abel dazes off as his father kisses his forehead. He got there just in time to witness Gemma put his sons in their beds.

The biker runs a hand through his son's hair, "I love you too, little man."

He repeats the process with Thomas before flipping the lamp off and exiting the room, closing the door behind him. He goes to find his mother. She was sat in the kitchen, shuffling through mail and picking out the bills to be paid so she could put it off in the urgent pile.

"Thanks for putting them to bed." He says, appreciatively, before leaning down to kiss Gemma's cheek.

She nods and pushes her glasses up, "Of course, baby." She's looking down, expecting her son to sit across from her, but what she hears instead makes her head shoot up. He grabbed the key to his motorcycle and adjusted the kutte on his back. Pulling her glasses off, Gemma leans forward, "Where are you going? It's late."

Jax shrugs, "Just gonna pay Nadine a visit."

Gemma furrows her eyebrows in confusion, "You know she's distancing herself from us — I doubt you visiting her in the dead of night is gonna change anything."

The biker grabs his pack of cigarettes from the center of the table and lights one up, "That's not what this is about."

"Then, what's it about, Jax?"

"None of your business."

Gemma rests her back against the seat and crosses her arms over her chest, "Jackson Nathaniel Teller. Don't you dare hide shit from me right now."

The man in question rolls his eyes. He's gonna have to tell her at one point, "There's a detective from the East Coast trying to transfer to Charming."

Gemma tilts her head, "And what the hell does Nadine have to do with this?" The longer she gazes at her son and scans his expression, the faster she gets his reasoning for going to find Nadine. She curses under her breath, "You think he's following her?"

Jax bows his head. He doesn't want to believe it — "That's what I'm about to go find out."

"No." Gemma's response is final, "You stay here with your boys tonight. I'll stop by and talk to her on my way home."

Jax tilts his head, "You sure you don't wanna sleep over, ma?"

"Yeah," She lightly presses her hand against his cheek before pressing a small kiss to it, "I miss my bed."

The biker blinks, calmly, thoughts fluttering around in his mind, "Drive safe, okay? Call me if anything."

"C'mon, baby, you know I can handle myself."

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[firemblem-fics]

Running With the Wolves [1]

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-> Yuri Leclarc x Fem!Reader

-> Modern!Au | Gang!Au | Enemies to Lovers

-> Word Count: ~3.3k

-> Warnings: Violence, Blood, Cursing, Weapons

-> Summary: You were just a normal college student, trying to find her way in a new place. You didn’t mean to get caught up in the wrong crowd. You just wanted coffee, but now you’re running with the wolves.

-> A/N: SURPRISE I POSTED IT EARLY ! thanks to my lovely beta readers for helping me revise and edit this chapter to make it better! i’m still in a writing mental block but i think this is one step closer to getting out of it! so, please enjoy (again)! also, all characters are aged up (21+)! also y’all should reblog this so it gets out more 🥺

send me an ask if you’d like to be on the taglist!

"Fuck- She's losing too much blood, Boss, she's not gonna make it!"

"No, no. She's going to make it- I'll make sure of it. Stay alive!"

Your vision was dark and blurry- you couldn't quite see anything. You could only make out a few silhouettes hovering above you, each one rushing around and yelling frantically. You couldn't count how many were there. Your vision kept doubling and it was hard to discern one person from three. Focusing just caused things to get worse.

"Someone put pressure on the damn wound! She certainly won't make it if you all keep messing around."

It was only now that you noticed a sharp pain radiating from your chest, right below your ribs. You gasped loudly and coughed. It hurt worse than the throbbing that already coursed through your head. Your body burned.

Trying to look down, you saw a rag soaked in blood. Hands with bright nails pressed down on your wound to slow the flow, but it didn't seem to be helping. You started feeling dizzy and laid back again, clenching your eyes tight as nausea engulfed you.

"No, keep your eyes open, Y/N, dammit! Wake up!"

Slowly, the pain began fading, as did your view of the people above you and their voices. You could still barely hear the voice crying, sobbing out your name. Whoever they were, they were crushed.

"Wake up!"

Was that voice finally fading away too?

"Wake up!"

No- it was getting louder.

"Wake up!"

"Ellie, what the fuck do you want?" You groaned, rolling over on your bed.

Your roommate bounced on her knees, making your bed creak loudly. "What do you mean? It's like 10am, your class is at 11. Don’t talk to me with that tone of voice."

"Fuck me."

"Absolutely not, baby." Ellie smacked a pillow beside you and got up. "Get ready!" She went to her own room, leaving you to your own devices.

When you applied for an apartment roommate, Ellie was certainly not the one you were expecting. You would've preferred a chill, laid-back, person. Instead, Eleonora Yumizuru walked into your life (and apartment) and practically made herself at home. She didn't judge you from transferring so far away from your old home for your last year of college, claiming that "home roots don't mean shit when it comes to making it in the real world".

She had the right to say such a thing, having moved to Fodlan from another country in her youth. She was able to understand the occasional homesickness and help you cope as you adjusted to Fodlan life. She understood you like the back of her hand from the moment you met and you did the same for her.

Really, you had to let her move in. She’d probably have stayed even if you rejected her.

She was the complete opposite of what you were looking for- overconfident, stubborn, loud- but she grew on you and easily became your best friend. There was just something about the bubbly, blue-eyed, blonde-bobbed bitch that hooked you.

She had certainly hooked other people as well, but thank God her bedroom is on the other side of the apartment. Her social skills and magnetic personality worked for platonic friends and acquaintances as well. Ellie was constantly bringing over friends, allowing you to expand your own circle. She was heaven-sent for a newbie like you.

You sat up from your bed, yawning and stretching. Trudging to your bathroom, you rolled your eyes as the infamous Taylor Swift blared through Ellie's speakers, "Shake it Off" shaking the entire apartment. Nothing against T. Swift, but sometimes she was not the first thing you want to hear when you wake up. At least not at max volume. Ignoring the song switching to "You Belong With Me" -another banger from Swift herself, but really "Teardrops on My Guitar” was your favorite- you finished getting ready and lazed into Ellie's room.

"I've got class 'till late today." You sat on her bed. "Do you want me to pick up dinner? It’ll let me explore the area."

"Oh, please do. You need to get out more. But where?"

You shrugged. "There's really only like two good food places here. Golden Pizza and Blue Lion Buffet. Your choice."

Ellie thought for a moment. "I went to the buffet with my little friend Touma the other day... so pizza! I just can't choose a side in their little spat."

"Spat?" You tilted your head.

"Goodness, Y/N! I know you're a little new here, but you haven't even heard of the shit that goes on between those restaurant owners?"

Shaking your head, you stayed silent for her to continue.

"The owners of Blue Lion Buffet, Eagle's Freezery, and Golden Pizza are all huge rivals. I heard they were all close, but went their separate ways. All the owners' kids are our age, too. They go to Fodlan Uni, but I don't know who they are." She smiled. "I am an esteemed woman with an upcoming high status. Who would I be to take sides? I prefer to cater to them all."

You could only nod, hiding a smirk at Ellie’s infatuation of fame. A huge restaurant rivalry. How funny. "What about that little cafe on the corner? What's it called? Café des Loups?"

"They're pretty neutral, just some college dropouts trying to make some money. I think they’re gonna get involved eventually- every restaurant’s been dragged into their drama at least once."

You nodded, standing up and messing with your apartment keys. "I'll keep that in mind. Bye, Ellie!"

"Bye! I better see some pizza later!" She called as you made your way out of the apartment, now playing "I Knew You Were Trouble".

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College was honestly a scam.

You sat in the classes for two hours at a time, for what? You were paying thousands of dollars to be talked at by old dusty men who made you fall asleep faster than trying to read their overpriced textbooks. You paid thousands to nap at a desk.

Unfortunately for you, though, your thousand dollar desk nap was interrupted by a tapping on the surface. You huffed and looked up, coming face to face with a pair of soft, orange eyes. They radiated kindness and just looking into them seemed to lift your mood immediately.

"Hey, you need to wake up for this part. The professor said there's gonna be a quiz on this section tomorrow."

You shot up, looking back at your professor. Blushing embarrassedly, you smiled at the boy. "Thank you..."

"Ferdinand." He drew his bottom lip in between his teeth, as if to conceal his smile, before giving up and returning yours just as brightly.

As you faced forward to Professor Hanneman, as you were pretty sure his name was- or was it Ham Man? You didn’t care enough to know- you were now struggling with two distractions. One, the weight of your eyelids as they threatened to pull you back into dreamland. Two, Ferdinand.

You kept glancing at him, taking in his complexion. He must have come to class late, since you didn't see him before. Or maybe he was on time- you did fall asleep quite early into the lecture.

You were eyeing his carefully sculpted jawline, dotted with subtle stubble that connected to sideburns and led up to clean, silky, orange hair. You wished to run your fingers through it-

"Y/N, this is the second time I've seen you not paying attention." You jumped nearly three feet in the air. "Next time, I'll have to ask you to leave my class since you are obviously taking it as a joke."

"I-I'm not joking! Sorry!" You stuttered, finally finding a reason to keep your attention on the lecture. You did look away once, just to glare at Ferdinand, who only winked and chuckled at your misfortune.

Class was eventually over and you sighed, finally loosening up from forcing yourself to pay attention. You packed your notebook and laptop and swung your backpack on, getting ready to leave the room before a voice called to you.

You turned back. "Ferdinand?"

"I was simply wondering where your next class was. I can walk you to it, if you'd like." Said boy walked quickly towards you, holding himself with a nearly-perfect posture. You felt anxious- he was trying to make himself seem like a gentleman, but you still felt a little unnerved.

"Oh, um, sure! It's not for another fifteen minutes, but it is across campus."

Ferdinand's grin seemed to get larger, making his eyes crinkle at the edges. "How wonderful! That little café is down there and I've been meaning to check it out anyways. It works out perfectly."

"Uh, yeah." You laughed nervously. This was the first time a boy had taken interest in you- or was he really interested? Maybe he's just being nice-

"Also, before I forget. May I get your number? I'd like to talk to such a gorgeous woman like you a little more."

Oh, he was so interested. You had to make yourself breathe again as you handed him your phone to let him put his number in. He gave it back to you and you noticed a heart and a smiley face emoticon next to his contact name. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the emojis and you felt your cheeks heat up a bit. Ferdinand gave you a sweet smile before holding the door open for you, letting you lead the way to your next class.

On the way to the building, Ferdinand spent the time asking you questions and getting to know you better. He had scratched basically the entire surface of you, save for the secrets that new people shouldn't know, and the same could be said for you. Ferdinand was definitely a polished and refined man. He made quite the impression on you.

"What are you doing after classes?" You asked, hoping to invite him for pizza at your apartment.

"Ah, I've got work!" He smiled sheepishly. He definitely caught onto your hopes...

"Really? Where? Maybe after, you could stop by for some Golden Pizza-"

"Actually, I work at the Eagles Freezery." He was tense, suddenly. "So I really shouldn't. Rivalry and all of that, you know?"

You were a little confused, actually. "Why would that prevent you from hanging out for a bit? You didn't buy it, I did. Plus I thought the rivalry was only between the buffet and the pizza place?”

"It's- it's a loyalty thing. It’s between all three of us.”

"It's a restaurant. How loyal could you possibly be to a dumb little ice cream parlor-"

"It's more than that!" Ferdinand snapped his mouth closed, suddenly making himself quiet after his angry outburst. "Listen, I cannot and will not eat there, look at it, talk about it, or do literally anything about it. Please, just understand that."

"Uh, yeah." You nervously readjusted your backpack on your shoulder. "I- I should get to class now. I'll see you later, Ferdinand."

"Goodbye, I'll message you after work!" With that, he sent you a wink and a smile and turned, going about his own day with the most carefree pep in his step. As if nothing ever happened. You, on the other hand, could not have been more confused. Ferdinand seemed unpredictable when it came to his moods. He was comforting and kind, yet was so… upset when you insulted the parlor. It was a restaurant. Why did he get so worked up about it? Maybe Ellie was right about it being such a big deal.

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“I just ordered! Go, go, I’m starving!”

Not even five minutes after you got out of your last class, Ellie was calling to remind you about dinner. You were still slightly unnerved from your encounter with Ferdinand, but you agreed to pick it up and would never hear the end of it if you didn’t do something as simple as takeout.

Golden Pizza was only about two blocks away and you stayed on the phone with your roommate the entire time, only saying goodbye as you walked in the establishment. The restaurant was very nice, the honey yellow walls and the glow of the wood-fired oven making the ambience warm and welcoming. You didn’t wait long in the line, soon coming up to meet a boy about your age with a glimmering emerald gaze and a smile just as bright at the front counter.

“Hi!” The boy- Claude, according to his nametag- greeted, “How can I help you?”

“I’m just picking up an order for Eleonora Yumizuru.”

Claude nodded and typed a few things into a computer at the counter. “I know Ellie! She and I had Stats together before she dropped out to pursue her acting career. She’s certainly something.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m her roommate.” Speaking of the devil, your phone vibrated in your pocket. It was a message from her. “She actually just messaged me. Wants me to bring her a dumb little lemonade from that cafe.”

Claude laughed, “You can go and get it now, if you’d like. Your pizza will be a few more minutes. Ellie set the time for your pickup for later, so you’re actually ten minutes early.”

You thanked him and left, walking to the cafe. You took your time, observing the shops around you. Across the street from Golden Pizza stood the Blue Lion Buffet. You smiled to yourself- what a cliche to have rivals across from each other. Beside the pizza parlor was another food shop, the Eagles Freezery. You thought about Ferdinand- he said he was working today. Maybe you could drop by and- No. No, Y/N. Go get your lemonade and go.

A soft bell chimed as you opened the door. You saw four people in cafe uniforms, going about their day as you approached the register.

“Welcome to our humble abode!”

“Constance, that’s only used for a home.”

You shyly waved at the so-called Constance and the pink-haired girl who corrected her. Cafe des Loups- or Cafe of Wolves- was a quaint place, quiet and not crowded, kind of like an off-brand Starbucks. Dim lights adorned the high black ceiling, illuminating the shop just enough for a comforting ambience. There was a mural of a rainforest painted on the wall to the opposite of the counter with comfortable tables and lounging areas. If you could, you’d probably waste the day away lounging around. It was the perfect environment for an introvert like you.

At this shop, a large dark-haired man controlled the register instead of Claude. As you approached the register, you noticed that he wasn’t wearing a nametag, but you had a small urge to call him Bigfoot.

“Hey! What can I get ‘cha?”

You scoured the menu. “Just two pink lemonades is fine-”

“Oh! Good choice!” Constance interrupted you, coming to stand beside the man. “Yuri-bird over there makes the best sweet lemonades!”

You followed her gaze over to a man who was sitting on a stool, slouched down and leaning his head on his hand. He stretched and stood up. “Thank God, we haven’t had many customers all day. I was starting to think we lost our appeal.”

“Of course we have not!” Constance replied. She turned to you, but you couldn’t tell whether she was still talking to Yuri or you. Maybe it was neither. “Not when someone as handsome as Yuri is making the drinks and my attractive self is greeting the customers!”

“Hey! I’m just as much of a visual as the boss-man.” The taller man joined in after taking your money. “We’re all pretty nice looking. Especially this little lady ordering~”

You blushed a bit. “Oh, please, I’m nothing special-”

“Nothing special?” Constance laid her hand against her chest. “You’re wonderful! Almost on the same level as me. Isn’t that right, Yuri-birdie?”

Yuri looked up from making your drinks, his analytical eyes seemingly boring holes into you. You shuddered, feeling like he could tell your deepest and darkest secrets from just looking at you. He shrugged, going back to the lemonades.

“She’s alright, I suppose.”

“You suppose? Yuri, that’s rude-”

Hapi was midway through lecturing the purple-haired man when the door to the shop chimed open and a rather large group came in. Yuri looked up and suddenly stood alert, as did the other three workers. In the group, you saw a familiar head of orange hair and orange eyes met yours. Your face screwed up into confusion.

“Ferdinand?”

“Don’t say anything.” The leader of the group, a short, white-haired girl snarled. “Are you a new… worker here?”

“Wh- you just told me not to say anything.”

Slowly, Yuri and the other three came up beside you, standing slightly in front. Your heart nearly stopped- you were in the middle of something you definitely weren’t supposed to be in and your sass had gotten on their bad side already. The white-haired girl scrutinized the five of you, her lavender eyes piercing holes through whatever facade of confidence you had tried to put up. You could feel yourself literally wither under her gaze, even more than you did when Yuri looked at you.

“What do you want, Edelgard?” Yuri put his hands on his hip, one fiddling with something under his shirt.

“I want your loyalty.”

Yuri snorted. “You aren’t in charge.”

“I’m not? Hm. Tell that to my father after he stepped down. I’m the leader now- the emperor, if you will.” Edelgard sighed heavily. “I have no time for more conversation if you won’t comply. Hubert, deal with them.”

The terrifying man who you assumed was Hubert suddenly reached in his coat and pulled out a handgun, aiming it at the five of you. Yuri quickly retaliated and pulled one of his own, throwing it at Constance before grabbing your wrist and running to the back. A loud gunshot rang through the air as you and Yuri continued to run. You both dodged around coffee shop equipment and he dragged you through a labyrinth that they considered the back of the store.

As you were running, Yuri pulled you to a sharp right turn and your arm scraped against a metal machine in your way. You hissed in pain and looked down at it, seeing a large wound going down your shoulder to your elbow. It was starting to bleed rather quickly, but you had no time to worry about it. You’d have time to tend to it if you survived.

“What’s happening?”

“No time to explain. Quick, hide!”

Yuri pushed you against the wall in between two larger cabinets and stood in front, grabbing yet another gun from his other hip. He cocked it, listening for the ruckus of the fight in the main room to make its way towards your location. You were shaking like a leaf, grabbing tightly onto your wounded arm and smearing blood all over your fingers and your clothes. You breathed heavily, trying to calm yourself at least a little- was this why Ferdinand had been so defensive over the Eagles Freezery? What kind of restaurant rivalry would constitute attempted murder? And wasn’t this cafe uninvolved anyways? You didn't have time to ponder any more questions as a loud crash echoed through the room. Yuri lifted his gun and began to speak lowly, not taking his eyes off of the door.

“When I say run, go out the back door and get in the black car back there. Don’t go home- one of them will find you.”

A gunshot rang through the air and Constance, Balthus, and Hapi burst through the doors, running towards you all. Yuri turned to you as the three of them caught up to him, pulling out their own weapons again as Edelgard began yelling.

“Run!”

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[final-girl96]

FEAR: Don't Let Go

Will be posting on wattpad more than anything but I will try to post here as well and new chapters will be posted on Fridays

Nick Clark x Reader

Warnings: smut, blood, gore, mention of drug use, death, swearing, some anxiety, murder, fighting, it's Fear The Walking Dead

A/N: if any of the warnings bother you please do not read. I will put an warning for smut just so you know so if want to skip it you can. Please like, comment, reblog it helps keep me motivated. Feed back is appreciated but please be kind. If you would like to be tagged let me know. There is a link to my wattpad up top as well.

Chapter Four

The next morning I woke up and changed into a pair of jean shorts. I brushed my hair and teeth then headed out to the kitchen. I saw Alicia eating a piece of toast leaning against the counter. "You coming to the hospital before class?" She asked me. "I wasn't going to," I told her. "Please, I don't want to ride with Travis," she said and I laughed as I opened the fridge. "Fine," I said and she thanked me.

We followed Travis to the hospital and went up to Nick's room. When we walked in we saw Madison curled up beside Nick on the bed. Travis went over and kissed her cheek "You have an hour before the first bell," he told her. Alicia sat on a chair beside the door and I stood beside her. Madison woke up and stood from the bed. "Okay. I need coffee before anything," she said. "Here's changed clothes," Travis said handing her a bag.

Madison walked towards the door and Travis turned back to see Nick wake up. "I'll be right back," he said before following Madison. Mr and Alicia looked at each other and smirked. "That was sweet you and the step," Alicia said. "Not our step," Nick said. Alicia stood up "Mom likes him," she said walking to the table beside the bed. "Who knows? She used to be disappointed," she said and pushes the table up and sat on the bed beside Nick and they smiled at each other.

She looked back at me and nodded her head and I rolled my eyes and walked to the other side of the bed as she sat Nick up more in bed. I sat down on the other side of him and he smiled. "I know what you think?" He said to Alicia. "What's that bro?" She asked as she graves the jello. "I know," he said. "What do I think?" She said. "You're perfect and I'm not," he said as his right hand found my knee. She raised her eyebrows and grabbed a spoon. "You know, you're going to Berkeley, I got expelled from..." he starred but Alicia cut him off by giving him jello. "Citrus Community," he said laughing as he swallowed the jello. "I'm here, you're there."

"I don't compare myself," she said giving him more jello. He rubbed his thumb over my bare knee and looked at me before looking back at his sister. "You can't not," he said. "Well, I don't compare myself with crazy," she said and held more Jello out but he shook his head. "I'm not crazy," he told her and squeezed my knee. After what I saw last night I started to believe the story he told me yesterday. "Well, you repeat the same behavior and expect different results. That's Merriam-Webster crazy," Alicia said.

He looked between both of us "Hey, it's not going to be like this anymore," he said. Alicia and I looked at each other. "It will," she said. "No," he argued. "It'll be worse," she said. "Mm-mmm. I'm ending it now," he told us. I wanted to believe him, I really did but I knew it wasn't going to stop. "I'm choosing to," he said and looked between us. His eyes lingered on me for a little longer. "Okay," Alicia said. "Okay?" He asked and looked at me. I just nodded and Alicia said okay.

Alicia got up and left with Madison to meet Travis outside and head into school while I hung back. I still sat on the bed as Nick played with my fingers. "Is that my shirt?" He asked. I chuckled "You weren't using it so now it's mine," I said smiling at him. "That's fine. It looks better on you anyway," he said and pulled my hand so I would lay down. I curled up beside him and put my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me the best he could and kissed the top of my head. "I love you. You know that right?" He whispered. "I know," I said even though I questioned myself all the time if he truly meant it.

"I have to go to classes," I said as I sat up. "Can't you skip?" Nick asked. "No, Nick. I have to go to class I didn't go yesterday and then o have work after," I told him as I stood up. I went over and kissed his forehead. "Maybe if it's not too late I'll come by after work," I told him and he smiled. I left and walked out the door.

I was at work sitting behind the counter working on some school work. I worked in a book shop so it wasn't also busy. My phone rang and I looked at it to see Madison was calling me. "Hello?" I answered. "Y/N, is Nick with you?" She asked. "No. I'm at work. Why?" I asked. "He left the hospital and we don't know where he went," she said worry lacing her voice. "Okay, I'll tell Mary I have to leave and go look for him," I told her and hung up.

I let Mary know I had to leave and quickly packed my things and went out to my car. I started driving around L.A. to try and find Nick. I don't know how long I was driving around when Madison called me again. We couldn't find him so we decided to go back home. There was something strange going on and we didn't know what.

The next day I was just getting out of class when Madison called. "Hey, Madison," I said as I unlocked my car. "Y/N, you need to get back to the house," she said frantically. "What? I have work," I told her as I got into the car. "No. Y/n, listen something is going on and you need to go home," she said firmly. "Okay, I'll meet you there. "Do you know where Alicia is?" She asked. "No, why?" I asked. "I can't reach her," she told me. "Okay, I'll call her and see if she answers me and then let you know," I said and hung up.

I called Alicia as I pulled out of the school and started heading home. "Hello," Alicia answered. "Where are you," I asked. "I'm at Matt's. He's really sick," she said. "Okay, stay there I'm coming to get you," I told her and hung up before she had a chance to argue. I called Madison and let her know where she was and then headed to Matt's house. I pulled into Matt's driveway and Travis pulled in right after me. I sprinted to the door and went inside. "Alicia!" I called out. We all headed inside to find her sitting on the bed with Matt. She had a wet washcloth to his forehead. He was not looking good.

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[floof-reppu]

New Year's Appreciation

I decided to do mine on New Year's Day specifically cause I was so tired last night and I was unable to properly function after 9:00

So, New Year! What do I want to accomplish on my blog this year before I give a few mentions?

Write more stuff for my OCs & their S/Os

Everyone seemed to really like Hayato and Suzume, and I was even planning on writing something pertaining to New Year's with them, but if you couldn't tell... things went a little downhill last week, but now I'm better! Not only that, but my brain is churning with ideas as we speak as to backstory, origin story, and even just drabbles. If an "Ask my OCs anything" event were to happen, would anyone be interested? I sure hope so, cause I plan on doing one in the near future!

Getting to at least 1,000 followers before the end of January/middle of February

This might seem like a huge goal for me, but all I need is ~250 more followers to reach it! If my posts could get reblogged and I could get out there more, I could get there in probably the next two weeks if need be! It all depends on you guys!

Continue being a Mt. Lady, Inasa, AND Camie fucker

With a new month a few weeks ago came... more babes in my arsenal. I've never been more happier with my writing, and now my absolute favorite turned into absolute favorites. I've been dying to write for all of them, because hell, all of them are super unappreciated in the fandom! I hope this year that I'll convert more people to my Mt. Lady cult (haha) as well as get others to appreciate Inasa and Camie more than they already do!

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These mentions below are the people who have helped me throughout the last bit of 2019, from since I made the blog, or from a few months in, I appreciate every single one of you more than my words can show.

@sparkncharge, why don't I start with you? (totally not because you were the first person who popped up). I don't even remember exactly the day I texted you about a "collab" that we never ever did, but I don't regret it at all. I finally had the balls to text someone else on Tumblr! The past few months have been crazy to say the least, with you converting me to loving Nejire and I... may or may not have gotten you to love Mt. Lady and appreciate her just as much as I do. It's safe to say I might just try to sneak a bit more appreciation for Inasa and our girl Camie down here... haha. I'm so thankful to have you as a friend and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us, I love you! ❤️

@lady-bakuhoe, Jo, where do I even start? We haven't talked that much privately except for when I was uh... going through shit... but you really helped to give me reassurance, plus you listened to some of my OC banter when nobody else really wanted to! For that I am thankful. (also you're never going to live down mistaking me for someone else... :) ) I hope we can become closer over the months ahead. Your writing is amazing, just like you are!

@ua-imagines, you three are such amazing people and I can't even begin to sing your praises. If it wasn't for the invitation to join the family, I don't rightly know what might have happened over the course of the past month. I've met so many awesome and amazing friends because of you, and to call them all, plus you guys my friends is a blessing. Our shenanigans never fail to put a smile on my face, even when I'm feeling down. Here's to another year packed full of new adventures, friendships, and even more.

@bakusquadbabes, wonder if you were expecting this, Meg? We vent to eachother a lot as well as bounce ideas back and forth to eachother, and not only that we run a server together! You're such an amazing writer, and I hope that this year for us is amazing as well!

@magpie-scribbles, alright Claire, you're gonna get an out from me and you're gonna like it. You are such an awesome writer AND artist, you are absolutely talented! You've done two commissions for me with another in the works and you never fail to put a smile on my face when I see you posted something about Hoshi! Let's not forget we have shared parenting over the little gremlin as well. You may be older than me by a few years, but it feels like I've known you for at least that long! I hope this year we can become better friends and *cough* spread the love of our OCs throughout the entire universe...

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There's a few other mentions that I want to make, but my fingers are starting to cramp. The rest of these is a tag list full of people who have made the last half of 2019 amazing, whether a writing blog or not!

@katsukisprincess @burnedbyshoto @olivenight17 @wolves-rider @bnha-imagines-grill @bnhaclaimedmysoul @bnhaxxassociates @shoto-todoloki-a-hoe @quirkfics @kiriwhore-sama @kinda-ooc-just-a-little @kirisbabe @normiewrites @mhastories @my-romantic-academia @monst @keigos-dove @secondhand-trash @bnha-speaks @bnha-read-this

#2020 post #mha #author speaks

[afrodeitiess]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞| would you be so kind

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠| f!oc x ruby martinez

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲| in which you and ruby martinez have been best friends since you were kids and you’ve been in love with him half the time but now, you’re leaving for new york and you’ll never be able to tell him how you feel.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞| this has been in my drafts for a while so i figure I’d post it. this is soft and kind of angsty but completely appropriate so enjoy. i had to change tenses and change a lot of pronouns to you so if there’s any weird typos, that’s why

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭| 1,324 words

❝ would you be so kind as to fall in love with me? ❞

         You have never been known for your subtle touch. You’ve been known for keeping things to yourself ; if you feel something, you says it. You are all sharp edges and a silver tongue.

And yet, you can't seem to say the one thing that you really feel.

It's not as if it's anything new. It's young love, a story that has been told a thousand times in different variations. You supposed that if this were a movie, you’d declare your love for him and he'd tell you that he's loved you his entire life. But this is no movie and somehow with your own feelings on the line, it feels far worse. You’ve decided a long time ago that you’d never tell Ruby Martinez about your feelings for him and you don’t think you’ll ever get a chance.

You’ve pushed off packing until the last minute, leaving the boxes that your mother keeps bringing you, in the back of your closet. Somehow you feel as if ignoring it means it'll never happen.

You doesn't want to leave Freeridge. For all its quirks and inadequacies, it's your home. You remember scraping your knee on the swing set behind your house and crying for hours. You remember Ruby taking your arm before bringing you into his room to patch your up. You remember sneaking into the community pool in the middle of the night on a dare and nearly getting caught. Even then, you remember Ruby following you in despite the fact that he complained the entire time but refused to leave your side because he wouldn't let you get in trouble alone.

It's funny now that you thinks about it how all of your good memories of Freeridge are associated with Ruby. You don’t remember exactly when you began to love him. You suppose that it happened slowly and all at once at the same time. It seems inevitable now; you grew up beside each other and chased each other around for hours. You’re not sure that there's any other way that it could have ever gone. You didn’t choose to love Ruby Martinez but you feel as if it's been written in the stars since the very beginning.

          Even now, it's Ruby that you call when you need help. It's always him. It's one of the reasons that you love him. Not because you always seem to be there to save you but simply because he's always there. Even when you don’t realize that you needs him.

          You have no idea how you’ll survive without him.

        He doesn't bother knocking even though he knows how much it annoys you. Instead, he swings the door open to find you sitting on the ground, surrounding by numerous brown boxes and all of your clothes. It's quite the contrast from your usual eerily clean room. You’re so deep in thoughts that you don’t scold Ruby for coming into your room without knocking.

         "When you said you hadn't started packing, I thought you were just exaggerating." Ruby kicks a box out of the way. This one is labelled books. "I was wrong."

         You close your eyes in hopes that when you open it, all of this will be gone. No such luck. "I know. I just kept thinking that I had time. First, it was a month and then three weeks and now we're leaving in three days and I haven't even started. This is a disaster of epic proportions."

         "Okay, not epic proportions," Ruby mutters, eying the pile of books in the corner. It's more of a heap than a pile, really, with loose pages sticking out at odd ends. "It's just a bit of a mess."

          You look up to stare at him with a raised brow, your expression void of humour.

         "Okay, it's a gigantic mess."

          "I know."

           He picks up a floral patterned dress from the ground and lifts it into the air. "What the hell happened?  I thought we had a system. We agreed that you'd fill one box everyday and that way it wouldn't be a huge chore."

            You roll her eyes at him. "Since when have I ever listened to you?"

"Well, you should start." Ruby looks over the mess on the ground and you can practically see the gears turning in his brain. He's breaking it down and separating the chores into little parts. It's the way that he thinks. "Alright, it's a lot but we can do this. You just take the clothes and I'll do everything else, okay? We're good."

He's wearing a cheerful expression with a smile and you cannot share his optimism but you can't say no especially not when he looks at you like that.

"Alright, let's do this."

You manage to get through four boxes in the span of an hour and it's quite impressive considering that you spent half the time talking about absolutely nothing. That's another thing that you love about him. You both can stay up all night and never run out of things to talk about and even if you do, you’re comfortable in the silence as well.

Ruby grabs a red hoodie out of the pile of clothes that you’ve folded into a box marked essentials. He lifts into the air inspecting it with raised brows before he finally exclaims. "Is this my sweater?" He doesn't wait for you to answer. "I've been looking for this forever."

"Come on. You promised to stop stealing my sweaters."

Despite his tone, he doesn't look very angry. In fact the corners of his lips twitch in an almost smile and you mirror the expression. "I'm leaving for New York in three days. Just let me have this. It might be the only thing that I'll have to remember you by."

Although your words sound the playful enough, you don’t meet his gaze. Instead you look everywhere else. At the ground, at the ceiling and at the clothes on the ground; everywhere except at Ruby.

"Come on. You know that's not true."

You don’t answer.

"You don't really believe that, do you?" His tone sounds worried now and you’re sure that you look at him, he'd be peering at you with concerned eyes. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him, forcing you to sit on the bed beside him. "Come on. Look at me. Look at me."

You turn to look at him, your eyes hooded. He reaches out to take your face in his hands and you shiver, despite the heat of his skin.

"It doesn't matter how far away you are. I will never ever leave you. No distance, how far, could ever stop me from calling you every evening just to ask how your day has been, alright?"

You nod and tears prick the corners of her eyes because you can't imagine being so far away from everything and everyone that you knows. Away from him. You turn so that you’re laying down on her bed, her knees tucked underneath her. You can't see him and you can't stand to so you turn around to stare at the wall.

"I just don't want to lose you."

You don’t see it but you feel him lay down beside you. You shiver slightly when he puts him arm around you even though you’ve done this a thousand times. You can feel his warm breath against your neck and his heart beating as his chest presses flush against your back. You’re only a few inches shorter than he is so he presses his lips against your forehead before tightening his grip around you.

You nearly don’t hear him whisper against your hair, the words that you’ve dreamed about a thousand times.

"I love you."

You cry then. Stone cold as you are. You feel a single tear slip because no matter how many times he says that, Ruby Martinez will never love you the way that you wish he could.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞| There’s tense mistakes in this. I know it but don’t forget to like and reblog if you liked this

[tarralin]

Update on the home front & Fics!

Hey dearies!

I know it's been a hot minute since y'all've heard from me and wanted to let you know what's going on.

Moving. It's been... a process. We started with 3 notebook pages of potentials at the start of the year and I was hopeful and positive we'd be able to get things settled quickly with plenty of time to spare. I was wrong. Of those three pages of numbers and websites, none of them were suitable fits. They either refused pets or young children (4yr old son Jayce, Smalls the Chihuahua), or were 200% over budget and worth. Then Daniel's one good friend from work came and saved the day with info on a nearby neighborhood. And we were approved and accepted!

Then came packing, organizing, and cleaning old place as well as trying not to rip my hair out when something was needed after it's been put away. I hate up-rooting/moving in general but this time even more so as I've been trying to keep Jayce's schedule as intact as possible. Success is questionable.

Old place was spotless when we left it. Even the hard to reach areas that I'm sure never saw any love until we moved in. The keys are now turned in and we are waiting for deposit to come back (fingers crossed!)

Cable man just came and installed internet so I am now no-longer limping by solely on mobile data. phew! It was getting strained there for bit...

I'll still be MIA for a little while though because I can finish unpacking now without worring about blocking anything important! Bathroom is done. Kitchen is 90% done, bedroom about 60% and we probably will have to get a small storage unit. I'm going to try to toss/donate as much as we can let go but I still don't think it will be enough...

Jayce has transitioned well and each time we turn down the road to new place he says “our new house” in a sing song voice (cutest thing I've heard him do lately). Smalls the Chihuahua is having a harder time though with us being close to a train station AND a school with a bell schedule. If you pray for anyone in my home, pray for Smalls the Chihuahua.

Where does that put me on the fics?

I haven't touched Frat really at all since the last update, but it is outlined. The packing/cleaning has helped me think through and clear up several murky areas. Yay!

Fox Hunt is 2800+ words right now and I still have a bit to go on it. Plus edit time to make it… not a hot mess.

I've been drabbling here and there on Diabolicus, it's planned out to the end (just like Frat) and should be finished up in 3/4 installments. I just need to be able to actually sit down and get to writing.

May have an epilogue to Prince/Frog in the works because I didn't get to tie up all the ends before the deadline

But BEFORE the next DB or Frat updates I'll be finishing the MiniQuests from the 210 follower campaign. I haven't forgotten, I promise. Just stressed, busy, and hectic life for the last 8/10 weeks. (Not a good mental environment for me to write).

On a side note, I donate plasma regularly and recently the receptionist asked me what I planned for my bday coming up. LMAO! That was a good laugh! Sleeping, hopefully. Maybe we can actually get to the beach (my bday, husband's bday, and our anniversary are three consecutive days this month).

So that's what's been up around here. Again, I hope to finish unpacking the new place here soon so I can get back to writing. I built up a discipline and accomplished so much during NaNoWriMo just for it to go down the drain when landlord drama started😖😖

Thank you everyone for being patient and sticking with me in this turbulent time. My ask box is open always if yall ever have any questions. Sometimes things get eaten, so if you don't see a response it's ok to send a second (or third!), I'm not bothered by multiples.

Also, I will be going through and removing links soon from original posts and editing some layouts/ adding cut lines where needed. If you see anything funky for a bit, you can ignore it. I will schedule reblogs once I have a scheme I like.

❤❤Thank you again babes! I love you all!❤❤

⭐❤TarraLin❤⭐

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