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ellabehavior · 9 months

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You’re on your own kid ~ Rafe Cameron ☼

Summary: Rafe and you have been best friends since you were young. However, now that he got his new girlfriend you suddenly realized that you could possibly like him more than simply as a friend.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: anxiety, mentions of drinking

A/N: Its been a while yall, but i’m back!! I hope y’all enjoy :)! ( i hateee this but i hope y’all love)

angst to soft!

Summer went away,

You’ve been best friends with Rafe since as long as you can remember, but last summer was the summer where everything changed.

The summer before your first year of college.

School was back up and you were also starting to look at Rafe with a different eye. He was taller, tanner, smarter, he’s growing up.

Still the yearning stays.

Everytime you’d pass Rafe in the hallway hed give you a short smile but never really acknowledge you.

You missed last summer when you guys would hang out everyday, tell eachothers every little secret, and have the best deep conversations at 2am.

You knew at this moment that things might never be the same again.

I play it cool with the best of them.

For the first time in months Rafe contacted you, he invited you to go to a party with a lot of people from your school.

When you arrived, that’s when you seen him with her.

He had his arm around her neck and her long blonde hair rested on his lower arm.

I wait patiently, he’s gonna notice me.

“It’s ok, It’s ok” You whisper quietly while gaining the courage to go up and talk to Rafe.

As you walk up to him he gives you a half-hug due to the blonde on his right.

“Hey Y/N i haven’t seen you in a while.” He grins.

“Yeahhh, I guess i’ve been busy yknow with all the test and s-” Immediately you get cut off by a high pitched voice.

“Rafeyyy cmon let’s go play some games this is boring.” She says with a pout.

“Mkay babe. Bye Y/n” The boy said walking away without a glance at you.

It’s ok we’re the best of friends, anyways…

About a week after the party Rafe finally calls to check up on you.

“Hey y/n.” He drowsily says .

“Rafe? It’s 1:00am what are you calling me for?” You voice concerningly

“I just miss my bestie that’s all” He laughs.

I hear it in your voice,

You're smoking with your boys.

I touch my phone as if it's your face.

“Rafe are you high right now?” You almost shout.

“Yes, Maybe, No.” He giggles.

“Rafe do you need me to come get you?”

You rush to grab your keys and your wallet to go pick Rafe up.

“No i’m here with my girlfriend.” He says.

You stop in your tracks, immediately getting a sick feeling in your stomach as soon as those words come out from his mouth.

“Oh Okay, we’ll I’ll talk to you some other time okay?” You suggest.

And with that he hangs up the phone without a goodbye.

I didn't choose this town,

I dream of getting out.

There's just one who could make me stay,

All my days.

As a kid you and Rafe would always talk about how when you guys were 25 you’d move to London together, and to this day that’s still your biggest dream.

You hate this place, it’s full of people who will be rude to you just based off of how you grew up.

Surprisingly Rafe is now dating one of those girls, Lily.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I waited ages to see you there

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that you never cared

You promised yourself after last time you would never go to another college party, but here you find yourself at one that Rafe invited you to.

You would be lying if you said you’re here because you wanted to party, you’re waiting to see him.

You see Lily off in the crowd dancing, She’s perfect. You understand why Rafe would pick her. Her hair flows perfectly in the wind, her makeup is never less than flawless, and even though you want to tell yourself that she’s ugly, she’s one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen.

As you study Lily you see Rafe come up from behind her and hug her.

You're on your own, kid

You always have been

The whole night Rafe didn’t even bat a single eye at you, so you left.

I see the great escape

So long, Daisy May

I picked the petals, he loves me not

Something different bloomed

Writing in my room

I play my songs in the parking lot

I'll run away

You tried to distance yourself ever since the party, finally realizing this crush is starting to form into something you don’t need right now.

It’s been exactly 2 weeks since you’ve gone no contact with Rafe and if there were 20 stages of grief, you’ve been through 30.

All you want to do is call him, text him, or tell yourself that maybe he’s just using Lily as a distraction because he really likes you.

“Why is it never me.”

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I called a taxi to take me there

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that my dreams aren't rare

It’s a cycle.

Another party, Another slap in the face.

You can see the other girls also looking at Lily wishing they could be with Rafe.

The realization kills you to know that it’ll probably never be you in that spot with all these options he has.

You're on your own, kid,

You always have been.

It’s a drunken night, and you’ll definitely regret this.

“Rafeyyy babyyy” you slur.

“Y/N? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?” You can tell he is worried in his tone.

“I don’t like her. She’s rude, you deserve better.”

There is a long pause and then you hear someone speak, “He’s never liked you babe. You’re nothing compared to me, and you know that.”

The phone hung up.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

I hosted parties and starved my body

Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

It’s been hard to do anything since the altercation.

Eating, Getting up, Going to class, Socializing, and pretty much everything feels like a chore.

You’ve tried so hard to get his attention yet he never seemed to care.

And of course as a mean girl, Lily decided to tell everyone about what you said to Rafe. Of course he apologized for what she said, and for what happened but that didn’t stop the whole school for coming at you for a whole week.

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money

My friends from home don't know what to say

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown

And I saw something they can't take away

You received a text message late at night, usual for Rafe.

Rafe: Hey, i’m so sorry for what Lily caused. You’re my best friend and I realized nothing is worth loosing that, me and her are over now after a long talk.. Can we please hang out? I miss you.

Fuck. This is what you’ve been longing for all these months and it finally is here.

You: Yeah sure, Sleepover? my place tmmrw? ;)

Rafe: Ofc. I miss you. Cya.

Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned

Everything you lose is a step you take

So make the friendship bracelets

Take the moment and taste it

You've got no reason to be afraid

The anxiety levels are high waiting for Rafe to come over, it’s been so long since you’ve had a real conversation through all this time of him being with Lily.

You start to wonder if he still likes Starwars, or if his favorite dancing song is 22 by Taylor Swift.

You then hear a knock on the door.

You're on your own, kid

“Hey!! Can I come in” he says.

“Of course.”

Then the catching up, the apology’s, and the stories start up.

It’s just like last summer.

Yeah, you can face this

While Rafe is telling one of his stories, you start to feel a pit of anxiety in your stomach because you know what you have to do.

You’ve gotten ready for this moment, practiced it in the mirror about 50 times to make sure your facial expressions, or your tone doesn’t sound too weird.

You're on your own, kid

“Rafe.” You stop him mid conversation.

“Yes?” he says with a quirk of his eyebrows.

“All these months i’ve been so distant but really all I wanted was to be near you, since last summer you’ve been the only thing on my mind and maybe you don’t feel the same way but-“

He cuts you off with a kiss to your lips.

“I’ve been waiting since the 8th grade for you to say that” He says as he pulls away.

“So all that practicing in the mirror was for nothing?” you giggle.

“Guess so.”

You always have been

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blue-grama · 6 months

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A teeny Boston fix-it fic

Had some feelings about Boston's ending (like everyone on this website), decided to channel them into fix-it fic (like half the people on this website). Please enjoy this missing scene that would have fixed everything for me had they shot it (or something like it). [Edit: A slightly amended version now lives on AO3.] New York, February 2024

The text comes while Boston is enjoying a post-fuck joint at the window of his shitty shoebox apartment in Washington Heights.

“Huh,” he says, passing the joint to the boy next to him and unlocking his phone. The guy takes a hit and blows the smoke out the window, elbows propped on the windowsill. He leans over Boston’s shoulder.

“That’s fucking cool,” he says, and it takes Boston a second to realize he means the Thai alphabet, not the fact that Boston has just received a cordial text from that shithead Mew, of all people.

“Mmm,” he says, trying to process the text. He’s high enough that he feels less relaxed and more stupid, like he’s got to parse each word individually. Mew is thanking him for the photograph he’d sent for the hostel. It looks good on the wall, he’s written.

“Anything important?” the boy next to him asks. He’s blonde, with shaggy, tousled hair, now all the more so for the way Boston had pulled it while he had him bent over his bed. They’d met at a bar not long after Boston had arrived, and now they have a nice little booty-call thing going on. The guy is a graduate student in something Boston doesn’t give a fuck about – biochemistry? bioengineering? – and he probably couldn’t find Thailand on a map, which is fine by Boston because he couldn’t find wherever this guy grew up in on a map, either. He has the vague impression of the middle of the country, something something deserts and corn. They know no one in common and have nothing in common, which is also fine by Boston. He’s learned now not to fuck anyone he might end up liking.

The only problem is that the guy’s name is Nicholas, of all things. “Nicholas or Nick,” he’d said to Boston, when he’d first sidled up to him with the promise of sex in his eyes. “I don’t care which.” Boston has never once shortened it, even though he knows his accent renders the syllables just a little bit off.

“Important?” Nicholas repeats, and Boston realizes he’s been staring at his phone screen for too long. Six weeks ago, even a month ago, when he was lonely and exhausted from operating in English all day, he would have said yes, and maybe could you get out of here, I’ve got to make a call. But now that he’s found his feet and daily life comes a bit more automatically, he’s not so sure. Mew and his sanctimony and Nick and all of Boston’s mistakes are so far away.

“Nicholas,” he says, instead of answering. “You wouldn’t catch feelings for me, would you?”

Nicholas looks alarmed. “Uhh. Look, no offense, because you seem like a cool dude, but I’m super not looking for anything serious right now. I’ve got so much work with school, and I just thought we were blowing off steam—”

Boston can’t help but laugh at his own panic reflected in someone else. “It’s good, it’s good,” he says. “Relax. That’s what I want, too.”

Nicholas takes another hit. “So what, ex-hookup texting you?”

“Ex-friend,” Boston says. “Long story.”

“Oh,” Nicholas says, nodding with the wisdom only half a joint of primo cannabis can confer. “I lost friends when I came out, too.”

Boston snorts. “It’s not that. I fucked his situationship.” He’d learned that word from another hookup a couple weeks back, and he loves it. Excellent fucking idiom. “He got a recording of it and threatened me that he’d play it for my dad –”

“The fuck?” Nicholas says. “Jesus. Dude.”

“What?” Boston says.

“That’s like, deeply fucked up.”

Boston shrugs, feeling half a step behind. “It was my fault,” he says.

“Bro,” Nicholas says. “I think that’s like, a crime.”

Boston can’t quite figure out what to say to that. He’d thought Mew was taking it too far that day, but no one else has ever suggested that Boston deserved any less.

But then, Americans are quick to tell people to fuck off. And Nicholas doesn’t have the whole story.

“He’s talking to me again,” Boston says, showing Nicholas the phone, which he can’t read so why did he just do that? “I tried to say sorry before, but he didn’t forgive me.”

“Do you forgive him?” Nicholas says. “I mean, is that ‘I’m sorry I tried to revenge porn you’ in Thai?”

“Um,” Boston says. “No?”

“Well then,” Nicholas says. “You didn’t ask me, but I’d leave that shit on read.”

Boston blinks at Mew’s text a couple of times. His head is clearing a bit. Maybe he doesn’t need, like, closure or anything. Maybe he’s a dick, but maybe his old friends are dicks, too, and maybe he can just … try not to fuck anyone’s situationship in the future. To the best of his ability.

“Yeah,” he says, putting the phone down. “Yeah, okay.”

#sorry i just needed literally one person to suggest to boston that maybe he'd been wronged too #and for boston to have his character growth not amount to nothing in the last 4 minutes #oh no i'm writing my opinions in the tags #only friends the series #only friends fic #boston only friends #only friends fix-it fic

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misunhye · 4 months

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MY FIRST AND LAST

LINES

MY FIRST AND LAST

책에 적힌 글자들이 현실이 돼

가슴이 곧 터져 버릴 것 같아 [ 0:39 — 0:46 ]

Let me talk about love [ 1:14 ]

Yeah I’m talking to you [ 1:16 ]

알딸딸한 게 뭔지 난 아직 모르지만

너에게 취한 것 같아 [ 1:50 — 1:56 ]

(HAECHAN/MISUN] 넌 나의 나의 마지막 [ 3:04 — 3:05 ]

(HAECHAN/MISUN] 넌 나의 나의 마지막 [ 3:14 — 3:15 ]

DUNK SHOT

덩크슛 한 번 할 수 있다면

내 평생 단 한 번만이라도 [ 0:59 — 1:07 ]

덩크슛 한 번 할 수 있다면

내 평생 단 한 번만이라도

얼마나 짜릿한 [ 2:07 — 2:18 ]

It’s a dunk shot [ 2:42 ]

덩크슛 한 번 할 수 있다면

내 평생 단 한 번만이라도

얼마나 짜릿한 그 기분을 느낄까 [ 2:59 — 3:18 ]

LOOKBOOK

PHOTOCARD

Misun

thank you for the support. I appreciate all of you.

HIGHLIGHTS

oh GOD

this was the WORST era for rory

actually second worst right after we go up but we'll get into that later

she absolutely hated it for one reason:

jaemin wasn't there

she was absolutely heartbroken when they told the group he had to go on hiatus for his herniated disc

they obviously didnt show it on camera but her and jaemin were very close

he would always cheer her up

she was just not feeling this era

she talked probably even less than chewing gum

at least in chewing gum, jaemin would encourage her to speak up

the other members tried too, but it was always him who made her feel best

she’d catch herself playing with the boys and being happy and then she remembers and gets sad

she feels bad that shes enjoying herself when jaemin cant be there

she’s down for most of this era :( jaemin had to end up talking to her to reassure her (and himself) that he would come back and they’d be eight again

okay anyways .. besides the hurt and empty feeling she felt all this time

she grew an inch so she was happy abt that

her hair was still dirty blonde, not much change but she had forehead bangs this time

umm 2 fansites opened up for her this era! 'B' and 'SUGAR CREAM' !!

once again, red velvet and nct dream's promotions clashed again!!

when rookie won, joy gave a huge kiss on rory's cheeks and rory blushing was all over twitter

once again the fucking SKIRTS

this was especially bad because they had to get on the floor multiple times during the choreo

thank god for her safety shorts

actually most of the time though, luckily, she was in the back of the choreo

even though she was literally .. one of the main dancers but anyway still grateful since she mostly wore skirts during this era

also she probably had the most almost wardrobe accidents this era

so many times there was a lot of wind and her skirt would almost blow up but either she'd notice or the other members would and would quickly cover her

that happens almost every era though but like it was bad because all they wore were their fucking uniforms to perform mfal

for ppl who wanted to put her in the back to make her one of the guys and not stand out,, u werent helping with making her wear a skirt

or yknow. the only girl in a group full of boys

okay right

so she still got major hate this era. it didn’t help that her character on the mfal mv was clingy

nothing new with that

intl fans and korean fans alike were angry at the fact that she had to wear a skirt while being on the floor

but sm never changed the choreo so :/

(dw it gets better now she never wears skirts or dresses whenever they have to get on the floor for choreos)

in chewing gum era, she stuck the most to mark and jaemin

however this time, she was closest to mark and jisung

one fav moment from this era is when misun said she thought renjun's snaggletooth was cute and for him to never get it fixed to which he promptly began blushing

yeah she lowkey got cocky after that LMAO

oh during the mv

at the start she was walking with jeno and when he turned to look at the teacher, she was still talking and when she noticed he wasnt paying attention she hit him in the arm

the whole mv is just her being annoyed by the boys not paying attention to her and focusing on the teacher more

during her part w/ mark she follows and tugs on mark's arm for his attention but he doesnt give it to her

when they run for the teacher's mug and almost drop it, she's the one who quickly grabs it from smashing on the floor

the camera pans to her with a disgusted look on her face

either from how the boys were acting or the fact that the teacher left her lipstick mark on it

oh during the car thing .. she's literally just shaking her head in disappointment but helps them anyway

when they get outside and she sees the boys' disappointment to the teacher having a child and husband .. she's literally just sitting there laughing

.. until she sees the husband's face and is in awe

and then the boys make fun of her

and the end

actually her character in the mfal mv makes knetz think she’s even more of a brat and in love with the boys bc of how annoyed she acts

which sucks and she emphasizes in lives that it was just a character

for dunk shot she's pretty much neutral on this song

but she does like that she got to wear either jeans or shorts for performing it :D

when renjun throws the ball and like then haechan is supposed to catch it,,

misun is in the middle and jumps to hit the ball to haechan

her fits for dunk shot, similar to the boys she’s wearing jerseys/sport shirts with actual shorts underneath 😭 sometimes they’d be long jerseys and cover her shorts but she was always wearing shorts

sporty misun >>

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27vampyresinhermind · 8 months

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Oh shit feral murder bunny is breaking my heart!!! Eddie’s lashing out at Chen Yi because of jealousy which is only gonna lead to more heartbreak but the baby doesn’t even care because he’s already hurting!!! MY HEART!!!!

And Zong Yi kept the fucking cake!!! It’s been a year and he kept the cake!!! I mean, on one hand that’s disgusting bro, clean out your fridge, but on the other hand, MY HEART!!!!

Didn’t get my elder gays this ep but I just know that if we did, I’d being going MY HEART!!!!!

Also, did the fucking mafia just do some 21 Jump Street kind of bullshit except instead of planting someone to pose as a student they have Rui posing as a teacher??? Wouldn’t it have made more sense to send Eddie in as a student? Actually no, scratch that, feral murder bunny would be getting in fights with everything that moved and his keeper wouldn’t be around to pull him away!

Holy shit the way Chen Yi just fucking yoinked Eddie away from that dude and dragged his ass all the way outside. Yeah you don’t do that to your “bro” because he might embarrass the gang. Chen Yi’s jealousy is showing already but he doesn’t know that’s what it is because he’s too hung up on Dong Yang to examine the fact that the feelings he has for Eddie are more than just familial.

And we got a Zong Yi and Eddie meeting in this ep!!! Feral murder bunny and regular adorable bunny friendship has some foundation now! The beginning of what I’m sure will become a beautifully dangerous friendship!!!

Also, for the past three eps, we’ve been in 2018, this ep transitioned to 2019. I wonder how long Eddie and Zong Yi spend in jail. I know Zong Yi ends up getting framed for something the gang is responsible for and that’s why it showed him and Eddie getting released from jail at the beginning of the series and now we’re seeing the events that lead up to that. I was under the impression that he’d spent at least four years in jail but maybe it’s less.

I need answers Kiseki!!!! I need the feral murder bunny to get manhandled some more!!!! I need Chen Yi to realize his best friend is in love with him and thus examine his own feelings!!! I need to know if Eddie dyed his hair back to black before they go to jail or if he shaves the blonde off or something because there wasn’t a trace of blonde when they got out of jail so I don’t think he grew it out. I don’t know why but this is information I need!!! I need to know how, in the next ep, Eddie finds Rui and Zong Yi at Zong Yi’s apartment and how Chen Yi then finds Eddie?? Does the keeper have the feral murder bunny’s location tracking on at all times or does he just know how to find the love of his life without realizing it’s the love of his life? Maybe Rui calls Chen Yi and is like “your feral murder bunny seems to have wondered off and is now cockblocking me. Come pick him up.” And then Chen Yi comes and actually physically picks him up! Will Eddie recognize Zong Yi from the cake shop or is he gonna be too wasted and heartbroken?? I need to know these things now and I have no patience to wait for the next episode!!!!!!!

People who have read the book, please send me spoilers!!!! I need to know!!!!!

Fuck! I’m in love with this show!!!

#kiseki dear to me #ChenYiEddie #ChenYiAiDi #feral murder bunny #ZeRuiZongYi #feral murder bunny and his keeper #I can be normal about this show #goes to AO3 to binge every ChenYiEddie fic there is to find #yep totally normal

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desertdollranch · 1 year

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“Upon my word!”said a voice. The girls looked up and saw Felicity’s grandfather standing at the garden fence. “It is Felicity in her red cloak and Elizabeth in her blue cloak. I thought you two young ladies were a cardinal and a bluebird perched on a garden bench. What a pleasant sight to see!”

“Grandfather!” called Felicity. She and Elizabeth gathered up their dolls and hurried over to him.

Grandfather nodded at the dolls. “Will you ladies do me the honor of introducing me to your friends?”

The girls looked at each other and giggled. “Oh, Grandfather,” said Felicity. “You remember my doll, Susannah Maria Augusta Eliza Lucy Louise.” “My doll’s name is Charlotte,” said Elizabeth.

Felicity’s Grandfather was right about these two little birds being a lovely sight to see. Look at how they brighten up a dreary winter day!

Elizabeth is wearing her newest outfit made by me, which is based on an illustration in Changes for Felicity. Her sky-blue dress is very simple and comfortable, like everything else she wears in Felicity’s series. We really don’t see her in fancier clothes until the release of Felicity’s movie and Elizabeth’s only story book. So I like being able to give her a few less fussy, easy-to-make dresses. Her blue cloak is made from a pillowcase, and I made Felicity’s red cloak from a sweater vest. For both cloaks I used the Ivy Cape pattern by Melody Valerie Couture.

I also made Elizabeth’s doll, Charlotte. I formed the body out of clay and her dress is made from fabric scraps. I even made her a little wig. The design of her doll is based on the Charlotte doll from Elizabeth’s retired collection. That doll is based on a vignette illustration on the first page of Changes for Felicity, which strangely differs from the dress Charlotte wears in the full-page illustration of Elizabeth holding the two dolls. The vignette shows her in gold and red with a hairbow, while the full size has her dressed in blue and gold with a mob cap.

Felicity’s doll, Susannah Maria Augusta Eliza Lucy Louise (did anyone else burn that name into their child brain and can now rattle it off effortlessly?) is the original from her collection. I’ve wanted this little doll ever since I first got Felicity, but I only recently actually bought her! I was overjoyed to find her for an affordable price, and I had some gift cards to use so I ended up paying only a few dollars for her. She’s adorable. There’s no way I could have made something as cute as this. And I’ve tried twice! She was definitely worth waiting patiently to find the right one.

Elizabeth herself is a customized Joss Kendrick doll with a Truly Me #69 wig. I wanted an Elizabeth doll that looked more like the brown-haired brown-eyed character I grew up seeing. Because of that I always had a hard time accepting a blonde-haired and blue-eyed Elizabeth Cole. I’m still so happy I could give Felicity her best friend!

#felicity merriman #elizabeth cole #changes for felicity #handmade doll clothes

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violet-fire-cat · 1 year

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So many Etho’s. Yes this is all Etho! Doesn’t really look like him in some of them does it, but it is! Vampire Etho is two hundred years old, he’s been around a while! And I wanted to play with designs a bit, figure out how he might have looked like over the years. And of course, how he looked when he was human!

These were a lot of fun and I’m really happy with them! And there’s some of my ramblings, info and stuff under the cut as well if you’re interested!

1820s - Growing up in a little rural town somewhere in Canada in the early 19th century, Etho, then known as Edward Stone, was set to live a pretty ordinary life. Until a stupid mistake and a bit of bad luck left him being attacked by a vampire. After fleeing his home town Etho was on his own, left to figure all of this out for himself. It was hard, and he spent much of his time as a fledgling half-starved and somewhat wild in the woods, only venturing near humans to hunt and feed. No longer effected by the cold, what he wore wasn’t much of an issue and running around barefoot was fine. New, less tattered clothes and a haircut would be nice though. Maybe a bath too. And a hug (but he might bite).

1880s - After sixty years Etho’s an experienced vampire who knows how to navigate the world. Still very solitary though, and mostly keeps to himself. Other vampires were usually dangerous so it was easier to be alone. A little bit wild even now, he’s not the tidiest guy around in how he dresses, but he doesn’t really care. It’s enough to allow him to move through towns without drawing unwanted attention to himself, and that’s all he needs most of the time.

1940s - Oh he looks quite smart here doesn’t he. Now living in the UK with Xisuma’s Court, it’s surprising what a bit of stability and support can do to a mans presentation. Life is definietly easier here, despite the less than ideal state much of the world is in right now. Etho’s happy though, he has friends here. Somewhere in the last sixty years he’s obtained those distinctive scars across his left eye, I wonder what happened there...

1980s - Now he’s starting to look a little more like the Etho we know! He’s left the Court by this point and is living on his own in the city, but he’s still friends with them and hangs out with them a lot like he does in the present. Fashions are changing rapidly, which opened a lot more opportunities for clothes, and he seems to have embraced that a bit! Grew his hair out for the first time, decided he liked it long and was never cutting it short again. The scarf would often get pulled up over his face as a makeshift mask and he realised it worked well for hiding his fangs and he kind of liked that. That coat has a maple leaf on the back as well.

1990s - Etho has discovered hair dye! He’s got a proper mask too! He also started going by the name ‘Etho’ at some point in the 90s, exactly how that happened though I’m not sure just yet. More than once he’s asked why he’s dying his hair blonde when he’s already blonde. He just shrugs and says he likes the brighter colour.

2020s - And here we are at the present. Etho as he is now, how we know him! Fluffy hooded coat, bleached white hair, and all! He’s definietly changed a lot over the years hasn’t he. But, two hundred years is a very long time, so there’s bound to be a lot of changes!

#hermitcraft #ethoslab #hermitblr #mcyt #hermitcraft fanart #digital art #violetattemptsart #vampire/werewolf au

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Hello, Darlin'

Fandom: DC, Suicide Squad, Rick Flag, f!reader

Word Count: 3823

TW: Angst, Heartbreak, Language, Mentions of Sex, Humiliation, Hurt/Comfort

“Why are you going out with that asshole? You know you don’t really like him.”

You groaned loudly at your sister’s comment. You knew Liz was right, but Evan was a great distraction and pretty decent at sex, so you put up with his less-than-ideal qualities. Sure, he was a complete idiotic douche who had no respect for you, your friends, or your career, but he also didn’t mind that your heart wasn’t in this relationship and your thoughts were always with someone else. He once mentioned he liked to imagine you as one of the various Victoria’s Secret Angels during sex, but you couldn’t hold it against him. Not while you were picturing a certain tanned, muscular, military colonel every time the two of you were together.

Taking another sip of your tea, you said, “He’s alright. I mean, yes, he trashed my place and nearly burned it down with a half-smoked blunt, but he promised he wouldn’t let that happen again.”

“Sis, that was the second time that happened! Wake up! I know things have been rough since-” you shot her a look and she rolled her eyes. “-you-know-who, but that doesn’t mean you have to throw yourself at the first penis that you find.”

“Wow, that’s classy. Thanks for that image.” You heard the doorbell of the café ding behind you, but you ignored it. “Listen, I’m not just ‘throwing myself’ at the first guy I see, alright? I just…. I needed someone and Evan was there. No, I don’t think he will be my Prince Charming, soulmate, husband for life. But he’s something. And right now, I need that.”

Suddenly, Liz’s eyes grew wide at something over your shoulder. “Umm… Sis?”

But you ignored her as you assumed she was about to make another crass comment or dig at your expense. “No, just drop it okay. Yeah, what happened with-” you tripped over his name as Liz continued to make strange, pointed faces at you“- Rick was devastating. But it’s been almost eight months and I moved on. What other choice did I have? It’s not like I’ll ever see him again.”

“Hello, darlin’.”

You froze, a cold chill running down your spine as if someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over your head. You glanced at Liz but she just threw up her hands as if to say “I was trying to tell you.” Ever so slowly, you turned around to face the man who had just spoken. And there standing before you, was the previous love of your life. Colonel Rick Flag.

He looked both exactly how you remembered him and yet a completely different person. His large jacket hid his body but you could tell he had lost a lot of weight and muscle. He was leaning heavily on the table next to him as if he was having trouble standing on his own and his face was pinched in what almost looked like pain. He looked exhausted, with deep, dark bags under his eyes and his skin was much more pallid than it had been. Yet despite all of that, it was still Rick.

Still that same sweet smile, the same hazel pools staring back at you, the same dirty blond hair that was somehow both messy and styled at the same time. And with just one look, all the feelings you had sworn were in the past came rushing back along with the memories of the two of you together. When you met him at a charity fundraiser for those affected by metahuman disasters. Your first kiss on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial at sunset. Talks of the future and moving in together as you lay in bed still wrapped around each other. And the memory of how he blew up your perfect relationship in just one night.

The shock on your face hardened and you glared at the man. “Rick. What are you doing here?”

He looked sheepishly down at the floor. “I wanted to see you.”

“I meant more ‘what are you doing in DC’ but are you telling me you specifically tracked me down here?” Your glare deepened.

“You always take your lunch break here with Liz on Fridays. I had just hoped that was still the case.” He leaned slightly to the right to gaze around you. “Hey, Liz.”

“Rick.” Your sister grumbled tensely. She knew how badly he had hurt you and though she was your younger sister, she was extremely protective over you. So you knew she wasn’t much happier to see him than you were.

Yet, whatever was going to happen next, you knew needed to be handled one-on-one. “Liz, can you give us some privacy? Please.”

You felt her eyes drilling holes in your neck, but you never took your eyes off Rick. “Are you sure? I won’t mind staying and giving him a piece of my mind.”

A slight smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. “I appreciate it, but I think this needs to be a conversation between just Rick and me.”

You heard her stand, and she squeezed your shoulder as she passed. “Fine, but I’ll just be at the bookstore down the street so call me if you need any backup.”

You nodded your appreciation as she made her way to the door. But just as she passed Rick, she paused and muttered, “If you do anything to hurt her again, military training or not, I will kill you.”

A soft, sad smile crawled across Rick’s lips. “I wouldn’t dream of it. But I’ll keep that in mind.”

As soon as Liz exited the café, you gestured to her now vacant chair. “Do you want to sit down?”

Rick nodded and slowly made his way over to the seat across from you. His movements were laborious and deliberate and as he finally settled into the chair, you noticed a thin layer of sweat now coating his forehead as if that small trek had taken a large toll on him. This from the man who used to go to the gym at least once a day, who could run a record-setting marathon, or who could lift you up with one hand.

Incredulously, you shook your head at the shade of the man in front of you and asked, “Jesus, what happened to you?”

“Long story. Let’s just say it’s a damn near miracle I’m still sittin’ here today.”

You stared down at the table as you mumbled, “Are you okay?”

He let out a soft sigh. “Yeah, I will be. It’s been a long road of recovery but I’m finally gettin’ back to a halfway decent condition.” He paused for a moment. “Darlin’-”

“Please don’t call me that.” You said, squeezing your eyes tightly against the tears starting to form.

“Yeah… I guess I don’t have that right anymore. Sorry.” Rick said sadly as he rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “I need you to know I wanted to call you the second I left. I knew I screwed up and I wanted to try anythin’ in my power to get you back. But I got called away on a mission before I could. And then…. I was hurt. Bad. Coma for a few weeks. Ventilators and shit for weeks after that. Then months of physical therapy. And it never felt right tryin’ to contact you then. I didn’t want to play the sympathy card to try and get you back.”

“Get me back? Rick, I’m so sorry whatever happened to you happened to you, but that was all after you left. None of that changes what you did. You broke my heart. Out of the blue. One day we were talking about looking at houses and buying a ring, and the literal next day you came over and told me you were leaving DC for good in less than 24 hours and we were through. Do you have any idea what that feels like? To have the rug so utterly pulled out from under you like that? I was completely blindsided! And you never gave me an explanation! Just, ‘I have to go’. What kind of bullshit was that?”

He flinched at each of your accusations, but you didn’t relent. “It destroyed me. I almost lost everything because I couldn’t deal with it. I couldn’t get out of bed for over a week. I would have lost my job if I hadn’t been saving up all my time off for that trip we had been planning. Rick, I loved you with my entire heart and soul and you just…”

“I know, I know, and I am so sorry! If I could do it all over, I would in a heartbeat! I never wanted to leave you, I just-” he stopped himself before he could explain further.

“You just what, Rick? There has to be some explanation, some reason you did what you did.”

“I can’t tell you,” he mumbled softly.

“Then we have nothing more to discuss here.” You stood to leave, but Rick’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

“Please…. I need you to understand, it was never because I didn’t love you or I didn’t want you. Leavin’ was the hardest thing I have ever done and it kills me to know I hurt you so badly. I never meant to-”

“Then why did you do it!” You silently cursed yourself for the tears that began flowing down your cheeks. You had sworn to yourself you would stay strong, and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, but it was all too much. “Rick, I would have done anything for you, gone anywhere with you, waited however long you needed, but you never gave me a chance! You just left the moment there was a complication and you didn’t even try to work through it. How in the world did you expect to come here and get my forgiveness for that?”

“I did it because I love you and I was tryin’ to protect you,” he blurted out.

Slowly, you sank back into your chair. “What do you mean? Protect me from what?”

“I can’t-”

“Rick, if you want any chance of me understanding, or finding a way to accept what you did, you have to tell me.”

He stared silently at you for a long time, a look of conflicted indecision on his face. And just as you were about to give up and walk away, he said, “Waller didn’t like that I was spendin’ all my days off here in DC. According to my enlistment requirements with ARGUS, as long as I was at Belle Reve for debriefs, mission assignments, and a once-a-week trainin’ with the Task Force, I was able to maintain my residence in DC since that is technically still my assigned base of operations. But Waller didn’t like that because it gave her less control over me. So, she looked and looked but when she couldn’t find any loopholes, she resorted to less…. legal options.” He fell silent for a moment as he fiddled with the handle of Liz’s abandoned coffee cup. But eventually, he asked, “Do you remember that American flag you found layin’ on your pillow and the one in your car? The ones you thought I placed there as a joke?”

You nodded. “Sure, right before you left. Colonel Rick Flag of the US military. It just made sense it was you.”

“It would have. And that was the point. It wasn’t me, but it was a message for me. The same day, just before you called to ask about them, I got a text from Waller. There were no words, just an American flag emoji. That’s it.”

Your brow furrowed as you tried to understand what he was getting at. “So, your boss stuck a flag in my car and on my pillow? Why?”

“She wanted me to know that she could get to you anytime or anywhere she wanted. The places you should have been the safest. She wanted to show me that I couldn’t protect you from her. So, when she ordered me to move back to Louisiana permanently, I went without question.”

You thought long and hard about everything he had just told you. From what you had learned about Amanda Waller from your time with Rick, it didn’t sound unrealistic that what he was saying was the truth. He had already told you how she manipulated him and his ex on his first mission working for her so the idea that she would now come after another of Rick’s girlfriends made a lot of sense. But that still didn’t explain his reaction. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to scare you. I knew as long as I went along with what she wanted, she wouldn’t bother you but if I told you, you would be livin’ in constant fear that she would make a move on you at any time. Also, I figured if you knew, you would want to come with me. But I didn’t want you to give up everythin’ you worked for here. You have a life, friends, your sister, a career you love. Besides, I needed to keep you as far away from Waller as possible.”

“And now….”

“Now we made a deal. We have information over her that makes it so she can’t touch us without causin’ an international incident.”

“Who’s we?” you asked.

“Me and the remainder of the Task Force. We found some information on the mission where I was hurt and it was big enough to free all of us from under Waller’s control. But, I had to resign. I’m no longer a part of the US military.” He glanced at you hesitantly before adding, “That’s why I wanted to track you down. I needed to let you know I’m movin’ back here to DC. For good.”

“And why do I care? Huh?” Tears once again began flowing down your face. “Why does that matter to me? You couldn’t have honestly expected to waltz in here, tell your little story, and I would just jump back into your arms? Rick, you destroyed me. That isn’t something I can just forget. And besides… I’ve moved on. There’s someone else.”

A look of pain flashed across Rick’s face but he quickly covered it up. Clearing his throat, he said, “I never expected you to forgive me immediately. I just thought…. I don’t know what I thought. And I’m glad you were able to find someone new.”

“Yes, Evan is everything you weren’t and he is exactly who I needed to help me get over the pain you put me through.” It wasn’t a lie exactly, but there was no way you were going to admit the real reason you were seeing Evan. “And in fact, maybe you should get going. He’s supposed to be meeting me here at any moment.”

Rick nodded as he started to stand. “I get it. I have no right to have expected you to forgive me or that you hadn’t moved on. I’m the one who ruined everythin’, and I’ll never forgive myself for that.” He started to walk away, but just as he was about to pass you, he placed his hand on your shoulder. This first physical contact sent a shudder of desire through your system as your body betrayed you. “But truly, I’m glad you found someone and you’re happy.”

You gazed up into those hazel eyes you had missed every moment since he left. “Rick, I-”

“Dude, get your hand off my girl!”

Mentally, you cursed Evan and his terrible timing. Why did this have to be the one time in your relationship that he wasn’t late for something?

Slowly, Rick turned to stare at the newcomer. He took one look at Evan before turning back to you with a face that screamed “This. This is who you’re with now”. But you ignored him and turned to your boyfriend.

“Evan, it’s okay. This is just….. an old friend. We ran into each other and were just catching up. He’s not bothering me. And besides-” you shot Rick a look “-he was just leaving.”

But you should have known better to expect any kind of understanding or decorum from Evan, especially as you noticed how dilated his pupils were. Then again, that shouldn’t be surprising since he was on something more often than not.

He stalked up to Rick and shoved him hard in the chest. Normally, Evan’s pathetic strength wouldn’t have even made Rick stumble. Yet in his weakened state, Rick went sprawling back, landing harshly on the floor as he clutched his chest. Instantly, you were by his side, softly brushing his hair off his face as it contorted in pain.

Evan rolled his eyes at Rick. “Come on, man, I barely touched you.” Then he turned to you. “Isn’t it bad enough you mentally fuck another dude every time we’re together, now you got to actually fuck one? God! I was never enough for you!”

“Evan…” your voice was low and threatening, silently begging him to shut up, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Instead, he looked past you to glare at Rick. “She do that with you too? Call out some other dude’s name as you’re doin’ it? With me, the thought of that fuckin’ military douche is the only way she can get off. Maybe you’ll have more luck, and you can actually make her forget fuckin’ Rick Flag.”

You burst into tears instantly. Never in your life had you felt so humiliated. You couldn’t care less about Evan or how he was acting, but the thought that Rick knew-

Jumping to your feet, you shoved Evan out of the way and rushed out of the café. You had felt Rick try to grab your hand, try to stop you as you tore from his side but that just made things worse! He knew. He knew you still thought of him every night. That the only time you could really enjoy yourself, the only way you could reach your peak pleasure was while thinking of him. It was utterly mortifying!

Stumbling as you struggled to see through your tears, you ducked into the nearest alley and leaned heavily against the wall. You buried your face in your hands and sobbed. All of the feelings you had been holding back since Rick walked into the café just added fuel to your breakdown and you were soon hyperventilating as you struggled to catch your breath.

Suddenly, a pair of muscular arms encircled you, pulling you into a broad chest. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around Rick as you clung tightly to him, sobbing wetly into his chest. Part of you was somehow even more mortified at the thought of him seeing you like this, of holding you now that he knew the truth. Yet, another part of you, the larger part, needed this. You were right he had lost quite a bit of muscle but the hug still felt the same as always. And as you burrowed your face deeper into his chest, you felt his heart thumping loudly against your cheek. You had always loved resting your head on his bare chest and listening to the sound of his heart, but for some reason, it felt slightly off from how it used to. Maybe you weren’t the only one who had a broken heart after all.

When you finally began to calm down and your sobs softened into sniffles, Rick slid his finger under your chin and lifted your head up to face him. Your cheeks grew hot and you tried to look away, but he held you firmly in place.

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’ve thought about you every single day. And, uh, not always in the most respectable way.” He blushed deep red but continued. “I know this doesn’t change anythin’ about how you feel about us movin’ forward. In fact, it makes me realize even more how deeply I hurt you. But I need you to know I never meant for any of this. I was just tryin’ to keep you safe. And I’ll admit, I didn’t go about it in the right way, but I never thought….” He sighed deeply. “I guess what I’m sayin’ is I don’t blame you for not wantin’ to give me another shot. From here on out, I’ll leave you alone. But if you ever change your mind, my number’s still the same.”

He placed a long lingering kiss on your forehead, then released his hold on you. Giving your hand one final squeeze, he turned and walked out of the alley. Staring after him, you watched the man of your dreams walk out of your life for the second time. You considered everything that had happened eight months ago and everything Rick had told you today. His reasoning didn’t make up for what he did, but it did put his action into context. And while you weren’t in any way ready to forgive him, you also weren’t ready to lose him for good.

“Rick!” You rushed out of the alley and down the street in the direction he had headed. Not surprisingly given his current condition, he hadn’t made it very far.

He turned to look at you as you approached. “Did I forget somthi-”

You crashed into his lips cutting him off mid-word. He stiffened in surprise for just a second before surging into you. His tongue pushed between your lips as you ran your hands up the back of his neck and threaded them into his hair. Wrapping one arm around your waist, he pulled you in closer to him until your two bodies felt like one. His heart thumped against your chest and for a moment, you forgot everything that had happened. It was just you and Rick and nothing else mattered.

But eventually, reality came crashing back and you broke away from Rick. He stared at you, his eyes dark with a lustful longing, but he respectfully took a step back. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Well… that was unexpected.”

“I’m sorry. I just couldn't let you go without doing that at least once.”

“What does that mean? For us.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not ready to forgive you, you hurt me too deeply for that. But I’m willing to talk. Maybe see if we can find a way to work past this. Build something new from the ruins of what we had.”

“So…. Dinner? Tonight?” he asked hopefully.

“How about we start with coffee tomorrow afternoon,” you said with a soft smile.

“Anythin’ you want, darlin’.” He paused. “Oh, sorry, I forgot, no ‘darlin’’”.

Your smile grew brighter, and you took his hand. “Maybe the occasional ‘darlin’’ is acceptable.”

He beamed back at you. “Whatever you say, darlin’.”

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Fandom: DC, Suicide Squad, Rick Flag, f!Reader

Word Count: 3823

TW: Angst, Heartbreak, Language, Mentions of Sex, Humiliation, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: Thank you to @sociiallydiisoriiented for requesting "it’s not like i’ll ever see [my ex] again,'' but said ex is standing behind them with Rick Flag 💖 And thank you to @loverhymeswith for beta reading for me!