#i just wish i hadn't held out hope that it would get better not worse.

[found--family]

😪

#ugh. just wasted my whole morning reading a fic that promised to be better than it was #if the tags and summary and hits and kudos were anything to go bt #plush I've read a couple things by thia authors before but this one was the longest #and while the plot set up to go one way it went multiple other ways which was annoying #but it also had the worst canon side characters I've read in a while - beloved characters but #they were shoehorned into the narrative in ways that didn't suit age or dynamics let alone characterisation (ooc reads are the worst imho) #there seems to be plenty of folks who like this fic and to each their own #i just wish i hadn't held out hope that it would get better not worse. #it felt like a caricature. and now I'm wondering if I liked their shorter fics years ago but my tastes have changed #but their style also doesn't suit these long narratives. #y'know that feeling you get after reading a really well written fic? i wanted that feeling. #instead i was left feeling out of sorts and disappointed and irritated. ugh. #it's literally the perfect day for reading: a rainy cool winter day! after 95% sunshine this winter I'd just like to enjoy #proper winter weather the way its meant to be enjoyed: curled up with a good fic. #😪 #thoughts

[jareaul0ver]

can you write a fic where nika and reader have been doing long distance for a while and reader surprises her at a game or something. i need more nika fluff in my life

wc: 826 warnings: none, just fluffy pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

“Don’t you have to get ready for your game soon?” Your voice echoed out of the speaker of Nika’s phone.

She sighed. “Yeah, but I wanna talk to you more. I wish I could see you, why didn’t you FaceTime me?” You smiled, hearing the pout in her voice.

“My FaceTime isn’t working, I told you. I tried to call my mom and it wouldn’t go through.” You lied straight through your teeth. Nika didn’t know that though, she always believed what you had to say, for better or for worse.

“Now go get ready for your game, it’s uh.. almost 4:30 in Seattle right?”

You heard a rustling coming from your phone and you assumed that Nika was getting out of bed. “Mhm, fine, whatever you say.” You giggled and you heard a small laugh come from her. “I love you, babe.”

“I love you too, go crush it out there.” You two said your goodbyes and once you hung up, you felt a smack on your arm. “Hit me again, I swear to God, Paige.” You glared at the blonde standing next to you.

“Sorry, can’t help it. Our plan is working!” She grinned.

You rolled your eyes and pushed her by her shoulder. “Our plan. You're only here because I invited you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now, lets kill some time and go get your girl some flowers."

Although you wanted to be up close to see Nika's game, you had to sit further back to stay hidden. You wanted this to fully be a surprise that you were here, you didn't go through all the little white lies for nothing.

The game was nearing the end and Seattle was down by a few points. You bit your nails anxiously, scared that the outcome of the game would ruin the surprise.

Seattle's coach called a time out and you watched Nika with keen eyes. You'd always admired her passion for the game, but you'd only ever seen her play when she knew you were going to be there.

Seeing her playing this good, for a professional team, when she didn't even knew you were there? It made your heart swell. Whether she would admit it or not, she would do everything to impress you on the court.

But with her not knowing you were there, she played for herself and her team, and it was a whole other side of her playing that you hadn't seen in a while. You were incredibly proud of her and how far she's gotten.

The game resumed and stakes were high. Seattle had managed to catch up, but a last second buzzer beater from the opposing team had dimmed their hope in winning.

Nika's shoulders immediately slumped and you found yourself frowning. Paige put a hand on your shoulder. "C'mon, let's go down and cheer her up."

You agreed and walked down to the staircase that led to the courtside seats. You hid yourself from Nika's gaze and let Paige approach her first.

The second Nika saw the blonde she smiled. She rushed over to her and hugged her. "The hell are you doing here?"

Paige hugged her back and laughed. "Wanted to surprise you." You smiled at the look on Nika's face. "I've got another surprise for ya."

Nika looked at her confused for a second before she saw you emerging from behind her. She froze in place for a quick beat before running over to you and almost tackling you.

You squealed at the contact and wrapped your arms around her. The feeling of her breath hit your neck, and everything felt like how it did before she left. You missed moments like these, you craved them, and Nika did too.

She pulled back and held your face in her hands. "You're here?! You're here!" She kissed you briefly before pulling you back into a hug.

You giggled and let her soak in the moment with you. "I'm here." You mumbled into her ear. The feeling of her lips pressing small kisses on your neck made your knees weak. "Baby, stop." You laughed out.

She pulled back and your eyes met her glossy ones. "I just.. I can't believe you're here. When did you?-"

"Me and Paige flew out this morning. That's why I was up so early and why I couldn't facetime." You held out the bouquet of flowers you had for her. "And these are for you."

She took them and wrapped her arm around your waist. She pulled you into her side and kissed your temple. "So you lied to me? Hm?" She teased playfully.

"Guess so, but it was worth it, wasn't it?" You leaned your head against her shoulder and angled it to look up at her.

She looked down at you with pure admiration. "It was, this makes up for the loss. I love you."

#nika muhl #lgbtq #nika muhl x reader #seattle storm #wlw #wnba #jareaul0ver🤍

[surielstea]

Caretaker

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Summary: Reader is sick & Az being the best bf ever

Warnings: slight suggestiveness, tooth rotting fluff

A/N: Literally wrote this when I was sick asf and high on cough medicine so I hope this makes sense 😭😭

2.2k words

My body tremors as another weak cough racks through me, my throat pulsing at the feeling. Watery eyes form tears, sliding down the bridge of my nose and dripping onto the plush pillow beneath my head.

I stare out the floor to ceiling window, marveling at the way the sidra morphs starlight into rainbow refractions. I sniffle, one of my nostrils completely closed off and making it a challenge to breathe. It was late. I didn't know the exact time but from the moons position in the sky I could guess it was far past midnight.

My mate hadn't come to bed and I debated clambering out of this all too hot bed to go and find him, wrap my arms around his waist and guide him back to our bed. But I can't expose him to whatever virus plagued me, in turn getting him sick, no matter how badly I missed his touch. It was already a risk to share the same bed, I couldn't push it.

Madja stopped by earlier and gave me a tonic to help ward off the cough but there was nothing she could do beyond that. I took the tonic minutes ago, the effects still settling in, I just hoped the cough would cease long enough for me to be able to fall asleep.

It's been days, my mate was convinced I was getting worse. He surveyed me like usual, but his gaze turned soft and pitiful every time a raucous cough came over me. Shadows kept me company, swirling fluidly against my back in a reassuring manner, the chill touch of them making me cool off from my heated state.

There was a soft knock at the door and I didn't have to look to know who it was. I adjusted under the covers, using my strength to sit up and lean against the headboard, teary eyed but making eye contact with the large winged male in the doorway. "Az." My voice was practically a whimper, a feeble excuse at calling for him.

"My love," He drew a long exhale, my sickness seemingly weighing on him as well.

"You can't be in here." I murmur, wiping my tears and wishing it was his hands instead of mine doing the act.

"I miss you." He offers me a soft smile as he tilts his head against the frame of the door, his silhouette from the hallway light made him look like some sort of angel.

"I don't want to get you sick." I shake my head, holding my arm out as if to shield him away but we both knew I held no power at the moment.

"It wouldn't be so bad," He tries to lighten the mood with a shrug. "I'd be off work, we could quarantine together. We'd read and cuddle and I could actually go within a ten feet radius of you." His words were convincing, and the idea has a smile tugging at my lips. That is until a croak of a cough rattles my body and I remember how irritating this illness is. I wouldn't want him to have this, ten foot radius or not.

"It's hard enough to stay away from you, don't tempt me." I sigh, allowing my bones to sink into the large matress.

"Worth a try." He mirrors my smile. "Do you need anything? Tea or soup?" He asks and I twist my lips to the side as I ponder what he could give me that would ever amount to how badly I want him and him alone. "A good book perhaps?" He arches a perfect brow. It pains me how well he knows me.

"A book would be nice." I hum and he pushes from the doorway, excited to accomplish a new task. His gaze lingers on me before he closes the door and his silent footsteps recede down the hall.

I look back out the window while I wait, fiddling with the mating ring around my fourth finger. My cough seemed to have settled, I'll have to tell my brother to increase Madja's salary for her admirable work — or maybe I'd pay her directly myself. As soon as I'm better I will, whenever that might be. I release a long sigh and allow my eyes to shut for a moment, I must've slept for half the day earlier but that didn't stop the rest from weighing at my heavy lids.

Before I dared slip into a sleep the spymaster opened the door with a multitude of items in his hands. I couldn't help but smile. The night courts intimidating Shadowsinger was at my door, with soup and tea and a book, taking care of me. He had one of the world's deadliest knife's at his thigh and he probably used it to cut open my tea bag.

"Az, I'm gonna cry." I warn. My already watery eyes verging on tears as I think about how much he does for me.

"No don't cry." His brows crease as he sits on his side of our bed, placing a bowl of soup down on my nightstand. "I tried to follow your mom's recipe but it won't be as good." He frowns and there's nothing more I want to do then kiss the pout off his perfect face. "And this is hot, so don't drink it for a few minutes." He places a steaming cup of tea beside the soup. "And this," He holds up a worn paper back book. "I went to Nesta and asked her for the best romance novel she could think of and she gave me this so." He places it on my lap. "Hopefully it's as smutty as you hope." He mutters beneath his breath and I flush hot but blamed it on my fever.

"Thank you." My voice was a rasp, he looked to my eyes. Hazel laced with love and admiration, the emotions reflecting on the golds and greens of his irises.

"Get some rest after eating, you have to get your strength up so I can get my sparring buddy back." He placed a hand on my forehead to check my temperature, something on his expression falls when he doesn't notice any difference from the last time he checked my temperature.

"Is Cassian not good enough anymore?" I scoff.

"He's not you." He huffs and an upside down smile spreads over my expression.

"I know you're sick but I really want to kiss you." He admits and just the idea makes me feel warmer inside. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him into me, his upper half hovering over me as I plant my lips onto his. I grin against the sensation, it's only been a few days but gods, how did I forget how perfect it felt to have his mouth against mine?

He pulls back first and I debate chasing him back but he pecks my forehead and I settle for it, leaning back onto my headboard yet again. "I'm going to finish up an assignment then I'll come to bed, okay?" He gets up from the bed and my eyes follow.

"Mhm." I nod tiredly.

"If I find you reading that book when I get back I'm taking it away." He warns and I bite my bottom lip mischievously.

"Goodnight lovely." A shadow tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as I watch him make his way to the door.

"Night Az." I muse in reply, already reaching for my bowl of the nostalgic meal.

—

About an hour later I had finished my entire bowl of soup and cup of tea. Both of them reminding me of my mother humming her favorite songs as she sewed her dresses, of Rhys teaching me how to fly before I could even walk, of Cassian brawling with my brother when he first moved in, and of Azriel's warm embrace.

I was curled into a ball with a mage light over my head, flipping through the pages of the romance novel Nesta lent me. It was a fantasy with just the right amount of erotica, the kind that would make any female flush. There were a few times when I'd have to close the book and take a breather before opening it back up, which meant it was perfection.

The door opened with a creak and I slammed the book shut the way a teenage boy might with a nude magazine. Azriel crinkles his brows at me and I look at him guiltlessly. "Evening handsome." I greet and he blinks at me like I'm crazy.

"Why are you being weird?" He utters, coming further into the room and closing the door behind him. I fold my lips inward to keep myself from laughing or possibly exposing that I was reading absolute filth just moments ago.

"Just reading." I shrug innocently and he narrowed his gaze in on me but seemed to let it go when striding over to the armoire to change. I watched him shamelessly as he stripped off his shirt, golden tan skin inked in swirling black. He shuffles through the drawers, giving me a full show of his muscular back and those large wings. My breath hitched as I stare without caution and a small chuckle sounds from him. He knows I'm watching, and at this point I can't find it in myself to care.

"Are you flexing on purpose?" I ask him as he discards his leathers for a pair of lounge pants.

"I'm not flexing love." He confesses and my stomach does backflips. Cords of muscle rippled from his shoulders down to his bulging arms, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little turned on. And he was just standing there. He turns to look at my tinged cheeks and it only makes me blush more. The eye contact just might kill me. The nonchalance and causality of it made my stomach churn, as if he wasn't standing there in front of me shirtless.

"You're teasing." I set my book on the nightstand and sink down into my pillows.

"How so?" His question is half a laugh because he knows what he's doing.

"I can't have you right now." I whine like some sort of child, pulling the blankets up and over my head so I don't have to look at his chest that seemed to be sculpted by the gods themselves. The bed sinks and I know he's now beside me. I can't help but gravitate towards him only to stop myself because I know cuddling would get him sick.

His strong arm wraps around my waist and pulls my back to his chest.

"No, Az I don't want to get you sick." I protest, pulling away with the weakest strength since the predicament at hand wasn't all too bad.

"I already told you I don't care if I get sick." He brings me in closer and who was I to deny my mate's embrace?

It was nice to lay beside him, nice to have his warmth radiating onto me. I missed him even if it's only been a few days, even if he still sleeps beside me every night. I missed the physicality of it. Azriel's never been one for touch but sometimes I go through phases where if I don't have my hands constantly on him I'd collapse.

So I allowed myself to lean into his chest, matching my breathing to his and intertwining my hand with his scarred one. "I love you." He hums into my shoulder, placing gentle kisses to the crook of my neck and a soft smile spreads across my lips.

"Would you still love me if—" I begin but he doesn't let me finish,

"Yes." His tone is confident and didn't waver for a beat.

"You don't even know what I was going to say." I pout and I feel him shake his head against me.

"As long as you're still you, I love you." He professes and I flip around to look at his golden eyes that the stars themselves were outmatched against.

"I love you too." My voice is a mere whisper but a wide grin takes over his face, revealing his dimples. His smile was so bright I thought for a moment that sun wouldn't rise in fear of rivaling it. "And I'm totally getting you sick." I threaten but he doesn't seem to mind, especially not when I lean forward a few inches in order to kiss that grin.

"Sleep, love." He coerced and pulls me into his chest, his wing draping over me like a blanket, blocking out any seeping light from the moon outside. "I'll be here in the morning." He muses, smoothing a scarred hand over my hair. He continues to play with the strands until I'm drifting off into that touch, his warmth inviting me to sleep.

Azriel was quick to follow, once he noticed my breathing even out. Shadows settle around us as his lids grow heavy and his weight falls into the bed. With me in his arms it was easier for him to sleep, the comfort of knowing I'm safe while in his hold pushed him further into that sweet relief of rest.

#azriel #sarah j maas #acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x you #x reader #acomaf #fanfic #comfort fic #sickfic #im so lonely #i need him #suriels tea

[tinned-beef]

Allison Hargreeves is being unfairly vilified?

Allison Hargreeves as in 'SA'd Luther' Allison Hargreeves? Allison Hargreeves as in 'confirmed Viktor's worst ongoing fears and anxieties just because Viktor was grieving his friend/stepson and it annoyed her' Allison Hargreeves? Allison Hargreeves 'contributed to the deaths of two of her siblings' Allison Hargreeves? Allison Hargreeves 'nothing anyone else has lost over the course of this nightmare matters as much as what I lost so I'm gonna fuck everything up potentially irreparably' Allison Hargreeves?

That Allison Hargreeves? I mean don't get me wrong I like her but she's very much a villain right now. She's an interesting villain, a compelling villain, a better villain than Reggie since we actually know wtf her problem is and we wish things hadn't turned out this way. But a villain all the same.

i don't think allison is a villain. at best, i'd say she's an antihero. at worst, she was a catalyst for viktor's arc in season three.

i would like to start by saying that i'm not defending allison's actions. i think what she did was wrong. however, i don't think she deserves all the hate that she's gotten. she's a character that is very morally gray, and people continue to paint her in solely black or white.

what i try to convey in this... very long post is that there's a reason for what allison does in season three. the question of if she’s a villain or not can be debated, but i believe that the reasons for her actions don’t make her a villain.

a big reason why the umbrella academy is such an incredible show is that all the umbrellas are flawed and nuanced, and despite it all they love. all of the umbrellas have their faults, and allison is no different.

in season three allison has lost all hope. she thinks she will never see her child again, her husband is dead, the world is ending, and to her it seems like her siblings don't give a shit. amidst all the chaos and the whirlwind of her life, she needs something that she's used to. something she knows how to navigate.

so she turns to luther. and she gets the comfort she's looking for but it's not right.

allison and luther's relationship is something that has been a topic of many debates in this fandom. i don't really want to get into it right now, but they've always been a person of comfort to each other. allison wants to feel loved and cared for, and she thinks she can get that comfort from luther.

allison is naturally selfish. she's used to getting what she wants. she's used to having the world at her fingertips. and yet almost everything she's held close to her heart has been ripped away from her. and she's never getting it back.

in season three she falls back onto her old habits, rumoring people left and right with no consideration for others. it makes sense because it's the only way she knows how to get what she wants.

and then she rumors luther. she doesn't want to lose him either, and she thinks that he's choosing sloane over her (which is true, but she thinks he's leaving forever. she thinks she'll lose him too). but she almost instantly realizes what she's done, almost instantly tries to take it away.

as for her relationship with viktor, that's another can of worms. in season one, allison is the only one really trying to mend that relationship with viktor. but it's a rocky road. allison snaps at viktor, viktor snaps at allison. these two have had tension from the very start. eventually, that bond had to snap.

at the start of season three, viktor is the only one that really tries to help allison. he stands up for her, and comforts her after she returns from la. but by episode three allison is so consumed by her grief that she's already clashing with viktor.

and when harlan makes an appearance, it just gets worse. harlan is like a son to viktor. someone viktor can care for. and when viktor turns that care and attention away from allison and instead towards harlan, it hurts. why is viktor allowed to have his child when allison will never get to see claire again?

in season three luther tells viktor that allison has “always been good to you (viktor)”. but there comes a point where your love and gratitude towards someone can morph into bitterness and hate.

the reason i say allison is a catalyst for viktor in season three is because the writers needed someone to contest his ideas. someone that will create a struggle for viktor that he will ultimately come out of with a new lesson learned. and allison is a great contender for that position. the show needs conflict in order to have an engaging story at all, and tense relationships between the siblings can be seen throughout all three seasons. (luther and diego in season one, ben and klaus in season two)

as for the deaths of her siblings, do you really think she wanted that to happen? she doesn’t want to lose any more people, that’s the main driver of her character shift in this season.

allison turns towards reginald because she sees it as the only option left. klaus does the same thing, so why is it any different when allison does it? she didn’t know her siblings would die in the process.

allison isn’t even the only sibling that has contributed to a sibling’s (almost) death. viktor slashes her throat in season one, ben sacrifices himself to save the world, and luther willingly walks into the room to talk to reginald. how is that allison’s fault?

i think this is also why five gives his talk to viktor, not allison. he understands what allison is going through on some level, understands the despair of losing those who are close to you. understands being willing to do anything to get them back. even though he quite loudly disagrees with allison making a deal with reginald, it's because he knows she's getting tricked. reginald never had their best interests at heart.

they’ve all lost people, and they all react to that loss in different ways. in season 1, when diego finds that patch was killed, he instantly wants to go for revenge. he plans on going after hazel and cha cha but five inevitably talks him out of it.

allison doesn’t have that influence. in fact, diego suggests to instead let that grief out through anger. i don’t think it was a very good solution in the end.

and despite all that, she wants to redeem herself. she tries to tell viktor the truth, she admits that she made the plan for all of them. she kills reginald and she’s the one that pushes the button at the end of season three. there’s so much left that we don’t know. did allison know what would happen when she pressed the button? did she know what reginald’s real plan was?

but in the end, allison is the reality of a person who has lost those who are closest to her. it’s probably the best job the writers have done while showing trauma and grief. i don’t think allison is a villain, and i think that accusing her of solely caring about herself is unfair.

#went kinda off of the rails there but i have a lot of thoughts about her #and i’m tired of people continuing to say she’s a terrible person without looking at the reasons behind what she does #and i have a feeling that if any of the white and/or male characters did this you all would be jumping for joy because the writers #are finally acknowledging their trauma #anyways i currently have a cold so this might not make complete sense #the umbrella academy #tua #umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #my rambles

[swiftsdelucaa]

❛ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Jo Wilson x f!reader ♡

𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙? Yes, by @itsdelicates-blog !

𝘼/𝙣: Again, sorry for the wait, hope you like it bella <3

"Yes, your surgery will be scheduled today" you repeated to your patient. For a moment she couldn't believe that, but then her face lit up. She was always so determined, at every step she never gave up. She was suffering from a cancer that would normally destroy anyone but her. She had a strength that everyone would envy, including you, it was hard to understand where it came from and you couldn't help but admire her. Sometimes she reminded you of Jo.

And finally today all his efforts could be reciprocated. You had followed her case for so long that you were happier than her. And to be honest this was absolutely the best thing of the day since everything has been just so shitty.

You couldn't wait to be a part of that surgery, after lunch you told everything to your girlfriend Jo, she knew about your patient too, so she was very happy for you. She was always so supportive for you in everything.

"Ok, I should go now" you said all elated. "I needed some joy in all this shit"

She smiled at you pressing a little sweet kiss on your lips. "Good luck baby" you gave her one of your best smiles before walking away.

The surgery had started. You started listing everything you knew, going step by step. It was quite difficult, everything was going well. But suddenly something went wrong. You didn't know what was happening, you didn't know why, all you knew was that you were pushed aside to proceed the attending who was with you. The sound of the monitor was the only thing playing in your head, until that sound became louder. The line went flat. You wished with all your strength that wasn't true, you weren't even able to declare the time of death. It was your patient, so you're your duty. But your body froze, and you said nothing. As soon as possible you left the room, you threw away your surgical gloves, your mask and everything else to get rid of that moment. You walked as fast as you could to get away from everything and everyone and find a place where you could be alone.

Jo knew you had been in the room for a long time, she had found time to manage to go and have a look in the gallery, but when she arrived no one was in the room anymore. The fact that it already ended and you hadn't told anything to her was weird, so she realized that unfortunately it hadn't gone as you hoped. She walked every hallway and checked almost every call room, until she found you.

You were sitting with your knees together and your head between them.

Seeing you like this was even worse for Jo, without saying anything she closed the door and came in sitting next to you. You tried to hold the tears but it was too difficult in that moment. She knew that words couldn't make you feel better now, so she just put an arm around your shoulders getting you closer and waiting for you to start venting.

"Why is everything so... wrong?" you said. "I- I do my best but... this is just so wrong..." your voice broke at the end. Jo held you more.

"How can we do this everyday? How?" You continued. "Every fucking day there's always something wrong, I just- I just don't know if I still can handle this..." at this point your tears increased. Jo placed her hands on your cheeks, turning your gaze towards her.

"Hey" she whispered. "Look at me. It's not your fault. It's no one's fault, things are so unfair, I know. But we can't do anything to change it" she said softly drying your tears.

You looked at her, all those feelings and shitty moments and day you had were pouring out of you, you couldn't stop it.

"It really hurts. All this hurts in a way I can't stop" you said continuing to fret.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. We can't stop that pain, we just have learn to live with it.." she gave you one of her sweetest smiles. "You're strong Y/n" you took a deep breath and dried away your tears. "Now you should go home and have some rest, ok?" she said. "I'll go with you" she helped you up.

"Thank you" you said softly still trying to calm yourself down. She smiled taking your hand.

"You don't have to thank me" she pulled her lips on yours softly before leaving the room together.

The two of you left the hospital together, going home. All this time Jo didn't leave you alone, you couldn't help but be grateful to her for being your girlfriend and for everything she did, you loved this girl more than everything else.

#jo wilson #jo wilson x reader #jo wilson imagines #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #fanfics #my writing #requests

[haleyhunwritess]

Hi sweetie!!! I think I already send my request for drabble in Broken promises AU but I don't know if you received it.

Little reader has been feeling really sick in the past days, but she didn't told her daddies because she doesn't want to worry them. So one morning she feels like she's gonna faint, her daddies tries to give her the breakfast, but she doesn't want to eat so they punish her (I was thinking for spanks and let her lock in her room).

But when they were to check on her, she was in the ground unconscious and with vomit in her room.

Am such a fan of a lot a angst and fluff in the end 🙂🥺☺️

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟳 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀)

warnings: soft!dark!stucky x little!reader, dark themes

a/n: hi love!! yes i did get the request you sent, i just didn't have a chance to answer it yet but i decided to have that as the next part for broken promises! i hope you like it <3

Steve walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, when he heard her whining at the table. He just came home after going for a run, which was an hour ago, so he was surprised to see her still at the table with Bucky.

“What’s the matter now?” His tone was harsh, sending shivers down her spine. She hated feeling this way. She wished she could tell them what was wrong but for some reason the words just wouldn't leave her mouth. She only whimpered in response and moved her head in the other direction, letting the spoon of oatmeal hit her cheek once again.

She had been moody and cranky all week. It was confusing to see her act this way. Prior to this week, she'd been trying her best to be good for them. She would also make her bed when she got up. She would try to help Bucky cook dinner sometimes. She would tidy up her room without being told to. She was doing really well. Until she woke up one morning and her throat started to feel a scratchy. She wanted to say something to them but they seemed so busy with work that day, she didn't wanna bother them.

The next day she started to feel even worse. She didn't know how to vocalize how she felt. She wanted to tell them how much her throat hurt, and how her head was spinning. She just couldn't get the words out. Her sickness got worse every day, and so did her behaviour. She was surprised, and a little sad, that they hadn't noticed how sick she was. She wasn't trying to be difficult she just didn't feel well.

“It’s nothing, she’s just being a bit fussy about breakfast that’s all.” Bucky sighed, putting the spoon back in the bowl before handing it over to Steve. He could already hear her whining when he handed the bowl over to Steve.

He knew she didn't want Steve to take over him. Bucky was much more gentle with her than Steve. But she didn't leave him any choice.

“You’ve been nothing but a brat all week," Steve took a seat next to her at the table, then moved her chair closer to him. He picked up the spoon and held up it for her, "You’re gonna eat whatever we made for you or you can have no breakfast at all.”

She quickly turned her head the other way when he tried to force the spoon into her mouth. Steve threw the bowl onto the table, making her flinch. He couldn't take the misbehaviour any longer.

“I guess no breakfast at all it is.” He got up from the table, leaving her alone with Bucky. She could feel the tears already forming in her eyes, as the redness on her cheeks grew even darker. She was embarrassed by her behaviour. She was also starving but she didn't want to eat anything because of how much her throat hurt.

“Just go to your room, doll.” Bucky sighed, getting up from the table as well.

She couldn't hold back the tears any longer, they started rolling down her cheeks as she got up and ran upstairs to her room. She started to feel a bit lightheaded as she entered her room. She decided that maybe some sleep will help her feel better.

Steve and Bucky were still downstairs, trying to figure out why she had been acting this way. She was making good progress before she started misbehaving like before. They were worried that maybe Wanda's 'training' had worn off. Steve was worried that maybe they've been a bit too lenient with her behaviour lately. Instead of giving out harsh punishments, they'd been sending her to her room, taking away her devices, or making her go to bed early. Bucky didn't like punishing her the way they did before. He hated the idea of hurting her. Although he did miss her clinginess and neediness after a punishment.

Steve finally convinced him that maybe using 'the box' this one time would help things go back to the way they were. Bucky was a bit skeptical about the idea however he couldn't help but agree that it was worth a shot. He decided he would let Steve deal with that, because he promised he would never hurt like that ever again. This time he intended to keep that promise. He decided he would be there for her after the punishment. He wanted to be there for the aftercare, showering her with his love. Maybe set up a nice bath for her with sweet vanilla-scented candles that she liked so much.

Steve headed upstairs to her room, not bothering to knock before walking in. He looked around her room and noticed how messy her room was. Her clothes were everywhere, her desk had random papers everywhere, and the arts and crafts kit they'd gotten her was all over the floor. Steve tried his best to contain his anger when he noticed that she was asleep. He was about to leave when he saw one of the paint tubes from the art kit was left open. He couldn't hold back any longer when he saw that red paint dripping onto the rug by her bed.

He walked over to her, roughly gripping onto her arm before forcing her to get up. She quickly woke up, whimpering at his tight grip on her arm. He dragged her over to the rug, pointing at it, without saying a word. At first she was confused why he was this angry, then her eyes widened as she noticed the giant stain on the rug.

“I-I didn’t-n“ She tried to come up with an explanation but her throat hurt so much she couldn't get the words out. Aside from the fact that she was sick, she hadn't had anything to drink in a few hours.

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?” Steve looked unimpressed as she stammered nervously. He shook his head and bent down to pick up the tube to stop it from spilling anymore. He knew he was right, the box was the only way for things to go back to the way they were, “I've had enough of this. Go get the box.”

Her eyes widened as soon as he mentioned the box. She hadn't seen it in a while. Not since she started behaving like a good girl. She may have had little slip ups but she made sure to apologize right away, and they would only give her small punishments that in no way harmed her. They knew how afraid she was of the box. There was not a thing in there that didn't make her shiver in fear.

She immediately stepped back, and started to protest but Steve was having none of it, “That’s enough, little girl. You’re only making this harder on yourself.”

She stood there frozen in fear, knowing what was about to happen. Steve rolled his eyes, walking over to the closet to grab the box himself. He swiftly picked her up with one arm, making her yelp and thrash around in his hold with the little energy she had left.

He threw her onto the bed, before putting the box down on the table next to her bed. He easily ripped off her skirt before flipping her over, and letting her lie on her stomach. She prepared herself for his hand to come smacking down any second, but it never did. Instead, she heard the clink of his belt being removed. Suddenly, she felt the belt snap across her and hit her inner thighs. She tried her best to stay quiet, but the second time the belt snapped against her bottom, she couldn't help but cry at the stinging sensation. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, knowing Steve liked to stuff her mouth whenever she made any noise during a punishment. Steve smirked at her attempt to remain quiet as the belt snapped against her again. He put the belt down after the third time, and gently removed her panties, before stuffing them in her mouth. She gagged a bit at the sensation, since she was severely dehydrated and starting to feel dizzy once again. He decided to finally open up the box, taking out some of the special toys that he liked to use. She closed her eyes and hoped it would be over soon when she heard the faint buzzing sound coming from the pink object in his hands.

Eventually, Steve that she'd had enough. He picked up the box and put it away before putting his belt back on. He walked over to the door to walk downstairs then noticed her trying to get up, “Don’t come downstairs unless you’re ready to be my good girl again.”

Everything hurt. Every part of her body felt like it was on fire. She spit out the fabric that was still in her mouth, before starting to cough violently. She struggled to get up from her bed, with her head still spinning. She felt like she was about to throw up, but she didn't wanna make a mess in her room again. Especially after how mad Steve had gotten because of the paint mess. She just barely made it to her bathroom before throwing up everything left in her stomach. She weakly reached for the tissues on the counter to wipe her mouth, before falling back asleep on the bathroom floor.

Bucky decided it was a good time to go check up on her, while Steve was in the living room, nursing away a drink after such an intense hour with her.

Bucky entered her room, and walked over to her bed“Baby? Are you asleep?” He was surprised that she wasn't there. He quickly looked around, finding no sign of her, until he realized the bathroom door was open. His face paled when he noticed her passed out on the floor, “Shit, Steve!”

In less than a minute, Steve came running up the stairs,“What happened?”

“I don’t know, I came up here and she was lying down on the floor. I think she got sick or something. What the hell did you do?” Bucky bent down to pick her up from the floor, and brought her over to her bed. He picked up the glass of water on her bedside table, gently splashing her with some of it in an attempt to wake her up.

“I didn’t do this.” Steve mumbled as he sat down next to her, gently shaking her to try to wake her up.

Bucky saw her eyes flickering lightly and he carefully sat her up in his lap, “Hi, sweetheart. Can you open your eyes for me?”

She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them a bit as the bright light hit them, “There you go, pretty girl. You’re doing great.” Bucky praised her as he tried to get her to drink some of the water. She tried to refuse but he wouldn't budge. She had a few small sips, and noticed her throat was already starting to feel a bit better. She quickly drank the entire glass before handing it back over to Bucky.

“What happened, sweetheart? Are you feeling sick?” Steve gently rubbed her back, feeling guilty about the way he treated her earlier. He knew he was rough with her but that couldn't have caused this. Right?

She coughed a little before mumbling, "Been feeling sick. Sorry didn't tell you." Her throat still hurt quite a bit so she couldn't talk much but at least she was able to tell them what happened.

Steve and Bucky instantly felt guilty as they realized that she had been sick all this time. Bucky knew there had to be another reason she was behaving this way, it wasn't just to gain attention from them. Steve knew he had messed up. He shouldn't have been so rough with his delicate little girl. He should've known she wasn't trying to be bad. The fact that he'd done that to her while she was already feeling ill made his guilt ten times worse.

Bucky put his arms around tightly, wanting to do nothing but make her feel better. She hissed at the burning sensation from the aftermath of Steve's torment, and he quickly apologized, loosening his grip on her, “Don’t worry, doll. Everything is gonna be alright. We’re gonna take care of you.”

Steve grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his lips to give it a kiss before looking up at her with a sad expression on his face, “Why didn’t you tell us, doll? We could’ve helped you.”

“Didn’t wanna bother…” She mumbled, as she felt her cheeks getting redder at all the attention she was getting.

Bucky kissed the side of her head before turning her to look at him,“You never have to worry about that with us, doll. You’re never a bother. You just get some rest, okay?”

She slowly nodded before looking up at him,“Will you cuddle?…”

“Yes, pretty girl.” He smiled at her and helped her lie down carefully, before getting up to grab the lotion for her.

She looked back at Steve, "You too?"

He smiled at her, laying down next to her, “Of course, sweetheart.” Steve was a little surprised she wanted to be around him even after the way he treated her but he didn't want to bring it up. He quietly promised to make it up to her as soon as she got better.

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[freckles-things]

In the Eye of a Hurricane

Summary: In the eye of the hurricane, there is quiet. However, the quiet after the BAUs' latest case makes you spiral into a panic attack. Thankfully, Hotch is there to save the day.

Pairing: pre Aaron Hotchner x reader / platonic Aaron Hotchner x reader

Warnings: panic attacks

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The BAU team had just wrapped up a gruelling case, and the tension in the air was palpable as they returned to the bullpen. The team had solved the case, but not without casualties. Fortunately, since it was a local case, there had been no stifled flights to endure. You really didn't feel like you'd survived that. You had been in the room, a witness to the violent finale of the case, but you selfishly wished that you hadn't been there. You could still see all the gruesome little details every time you closed your eyes and hear the desperate pleading of the last victim every time your surroundings grew too quiet. You and Hotch had been the only two witnesses, the rest of the team preoccupied with their own tasks.

Following your colleagues' example, you moved towards your desk, hoping that diving into paperwork would provide some distraction. But as you began working on your case report, you realized the flaw in your plan. You had to write down every detail you could remember, and with your training, you could recall almost everything. You barely noticed as the pages of the report blurred before your eyes, and the sounds of the bullpen faded into a dull roar, barely registering.

Hotch, ever the stoic leader of the team, tried to shake off the weight of the case as he sat down at his desk and surveyed the bullpen. Their last case hadn't been the worst he'd ever seen, but it had been worse than most cases they'd had in the last few months. No one had expected it to end the way it did, and he had noticed that his team had taken it to heart. They would be alright. They all knew how to cope with those situations, but he would try to get the team of the rota for the weekend either way. They deserved the time to sort through their feelings and to recover from the stressful last few days. His gaze drifted over the bullpen, noting that the room was more subdued than usual and that for once, the entire team was working on their reports. His eyes settled on their newest addition to the team. You had joined the BAU a few months ago, and despite your impressive skills, you were still adjusting to the demands of this high-pressure job. He couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of distress you were exhibiting - unfocused eyes staring at the paper in front of you and fingertips tapping against your leg. You still held your pen in one hand. He doubted that you would be able to write anything down with how much your hand was trembling. He noted how your shoulders moved in time with your now laboured breathing, and he abandoned his own work and made his way out of his office and towards you.

You tried to focus on the paperwork in front of you, but your breathing grew shallower, and you felt how your heart began to race. You attempted to take a few deep breaths and ground yourself with the sounds and smells around you, but the unusual quietness of the bullpen only made it worse. You were sure that your heavy breathing must be echoing throughout the room. There was nothing to ground yourself with. Then suddenly, you heard your name in Hotch's low, soothing voice and felt a warm, reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

You slowly looked up at him, your eyes meeting his warm gaze as he searched your face with concern, his expression soft and open. He knew you were struggling, your face barely concealing the panic you felt, and he was determined to help. He wasn't going to let you face this alone.

"I-I'm fine," you stammered, trying to hide your emotions and your panic. You didn't want him to see you like this. But Hotch knew better.

"Come with me," he said in a soothing tone, extending a helping hand to guide you back to your unsteady feet. With careful steps, he led you into his office, shielding you from the curious looks and stares of your colleagues. He carefully settled you on the sofa and crouched down in front of you, maintaining eye contact to ground you in the present moment. As he walked you through the bullpen and up the stairs, you found solace in the firm yet gentle support of his hands, hardly realizing you were moving at all. When the movement stopped and your focus briefly returned to your surroundings, you couldn't help but suppress a hysterical laugh as you realized that your stern, strict, no-nonsense boss was now kneeling in front of you.

"Focus on your breathing," Hotch instructed in a calm and reassuring tone, taking slow, deep breaths himself. "Inhale through your nose, and exhale through your mouth. You're safe here." Despite your best efforts, you struggled to follow his instructions, finding that you couldn't breathe, triggering another wave of panic that made your chest constrict with fear.

"I-I can't," you choked out, voice trembling and barely audible. "I can't breathe, I can't…" Your hand instinctively found its way to Hotch's shoulder, gripping the fabric of his suit tightly, digging your fingers into his skin.

Hotch's heart ached with concern as he witnessed your distress, tears streaming down your cheeks and panic etched on your face. Though your grip on his shoulder was almost painful, he knew he needed to remain calm. Taking a deep breath, he moved closer to you, placing your other hand against his chest so you could feel the steady beating of his heart. He knew from experience that panic attacks could be overwhelming, and that he needed to be patient and gentle while also giving you something to ground yourself. He softly called your name.

"Listen to me," Hotch said in a gentle yet firm tone. "You're having a panic attack, and I know it's scary and overwhelming, but you're safe. You're here with me, and I'm not going anywhere. Focus on my voice and try to match your breathing with mine, okay? Feel my deep breaths with your hand." He applied gentle pressure to your hand on his chest, emphasizing the rhythm of his breathing. "Inhale with me, and exhale. Good, that's it. You're doing great."His voice was like a comforting blanket, wrapping around you with warmth and care.

For a few moments, the only sounds in the room were Hotch's slow breaths and your quiet gasps as you struggled to regain control of your emotions. Hotch's presence was like a soothing balm, wrapping you in a sense of security and protection. His slow, steady breaths guided you, and you synchronized your own breathing with his, feeling the tension melting away from your body, and your heartbeat gradually slowing down. However, you could do nothing against the tears that were still streaming down your face.

Hotch relaxed a little, seeing and feeling how you slowly regained control over your breathing. He could feel the slowing of your heart as two fingers of his hand, which was still holding yours against his chest, were strategically placed over the pulse on your wrist. He gently squeezed your hand before letting go.His touch was gentle and comforting as he wiped away your tears, his hands cradling your face with utmost care. His voice was a beacon of reassurance, washing over you like a warm embrace.

"It's okay," he whispered, his voice a soft murmure and a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "You're doing great. Just keep breathing with me."

You nodded, your gaze locked on his kind eyes, finding solace in his unwavering support. His words were like a lifeline, pulling you back from the overwhelming waves of panic that had threatened to engulf you. You tried to relax your grip on his shoulders, but the residual tremors of the panic attack still lingered, and Hotch continued to speak to you in a calm and reassuring tone. In tandem with Hotch, you continued to breathe, finding comfort in the rhythm. His body heat grounded you, and his voice continued to guide you, speaking to you in a calm and reassuring tone.

"You're doing so well for me," he encouraged softly. "Just keep breathing."

You nodded again, finding solace in his presence and the steadiness of his voice. With each exhale, you felt the tension and anxiety dissipate, and your thoughts cleared, allowing you to reflect on the situation with a calmer perspective. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed and mortified by what had happened, but Hotch remained crouched in front of you, a steady pillar of support, without any hint of pressure or judgment. You noticed the exhaustion evident in his appearance, the stubble on his jawline and the tired lines around his eyes, and it made you appreciate his efforts even more.

"I'm sorry," you whispered hoarsely, your voice filled with emotion. "I didn't mean to..."

Hotch shook his head, his expression filled with warmth and understanding. "No need to apologize. Panic attacks can happen to anyone. You did great. You're stronger than you think."

"Thank you, Hotch," you said softly, squeezing his shoulder gently before letting go and mustering a small, bashful smile. "I think I kind of ruined your suit."

You managed a small, grateful smile, grateful for Hotch's non-judgmental attitude and unwavering support.

Hotch didn't even glance at the rumpled fabric, instead catching your gaze again and gifting with a genuine smile.

"We're a team, a family really, and we look out for each other," he said, handing you his handkerchief to wipe your face. You couldn't help but chuckle at the embroidered A.H. in the corner, and Hotch raised an eyebrow in mock offence, a small playful smile on his lips.

"How about I make us some tea and you stay in my office for a little while?" he suggested, his voice warm and comforting. "You can still fill out those reports tomorrow when you feel a little better."

You initially wanted to protest, to prove that you were still capable of doing your job, but the thought of not having to think about what had happened for the rest of the evening was too appealing to resist. So, you simply nodded, feeling a sense of relief washing over you as you settled more comfortably on Hotch's sofa. He nodded in understanding and went to the kitchenette to prepare the tea, leaving you with a sense of gratitude for his support.

As you both sat in Hotch's office, slowly sipping the warm tea, he regaled you with stories of his recent visit to the history museum with Jack. You settled back against the arm of the couch, listening to his soothing voice as it lulled you into a state of relaxation. Without even realizing it, your eyes grew heavy, and you drifted off to sleep.Hotch's heart swelled with tenderness as he watched you sleep. He couldn't help but be in awe of your vulnerability, admiring your strength in facing your emotions head-on. Something he himself had always struggled with.

You didn't wake up when Hotch carefully moved a pillow under your head and placed a blanket over your curled-up form, his hand gently pushing a few unruly strands of hair out of your face. You didn't wake up when Hotch quietly left his office to gather the files still placed on your desk and brought them back with him, determined to finish them before you woke up.

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[acourtofsnakes]

The Aftermath - Freefall, Chapter 6 || The Bad Batch x Jedi!Reader

Summary: You thought things couldn't get worse after the Order, but as your friends slowly didappear one by one, you find yourself teaming up with a radical, until your boys find you. But are you safe at home?

Warnings: 18+, swearing, injuries, descriptions of violence, canon fighting, fear, loss, death, blood, canon violence and weapons, nicknamed reader (Ghost), Order 66

A/N: We are back guuuuuys!!! As usual, this section of the series is still 'in the past', following on directly from the previous chapter! We'll back to the present very soon, with all the storylines linking back up!

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You wished you hadn’t come here. 

But you wouldn’t be anywhere else. 

Not when Padmé needed you, all of you. Yet perhaps the one she needed most was the only one to break her out of this sickness. 

But he would never be reached now, not after what happened. Not after Mustafar.

You couldn’t even key into the Force for answers, or peace, because all you could feel was death and destruction and chaos. 

It grated on your nerves, ran claws down your spine and hissed in your ears, making you hypersensitive to every single noise, every smell, every stitch of clothing touching your skin. 

The more you thought about it, the more aware you became, until your breathing became uneven and sharp and you couldn’t escape the awareness of it slipping into your consciousness. 

Oh, what you wouldn’t give for those long fuzzy creatures on Myrkr, the adorable unique tree-dwellers called Ysalimir. They were able to create a sort of bubble around them, in which the connection to the Force was cut off to the point not even a Jedi could access it. 

Sometimes it did feel like a limb being cut off when you couldn’t get to the Force, but in times like this, where everything was too close, too loud, too there… Maker, you’d dive headfirst into a group of them right now. 

A ragged breath escaped your lips and you resisted the urge to plunge one of your lightsabers through the head of the nurse who breathed just a little too loudly in your direction. Your hands curled into fists, nails biting sharply into your palms but even that didn’t stop the feeling of bugs crawling over your skin, bands wrapping around your chest - 

Warm, slightly calloused fingers gently wriggled their way into your hand, carefully pushing under your nails until they held onto your hand, slowly enough you could push them away if you didn’t want it. 

But you did. 

A little sob escaped your chest as you stayed watching Padmé through the glass, and you curled your fingers back tightly around Obi-Wan’s hand, clinging to him, an anchor. You felt a caress of the force, his own presence soothing all the rough edges of your own and helping you settle a little, even though his own signature was in complete and utter agony over what he’d had to do to his brother. 

So you gripped his hand tighter, pressing your arm into his, relaying that comfort even as tears ran down your cheeks, “She has to get better, Obi… She has to.” Yet even as you said it, you knew that even if she did, she would never recover from the pain of losing Anakin. She’d never stop hoping and looking for the good in him, and it would torture her until… Until the end.

You knew this with a startling clarity because you were exactly the same. If it were any of the boys, you would die before you gave up. Even now, you believed that there had to be some hope for Anakin, that he was still in there. 

Maybe if Padmé recovered, maye they would both survive…

“I know, I know…  But I fear that the medical droid was right. She’s simply given up. She…” Obi-Wan shuddered softly, guilt flaring high in his signature, stinging the air around you. “Perhaps if I had listened, if I hadn't acted as a member of the Council, as a master, but as a brother, none of this would be happening as it had.” Obi-Wan’s hair fell over his forehead, his entire posture slumping more and more with each word, his composure in as many tatters as the Force itself. “Such destruction and devastation.” He breathed those last words, bowing his head, as if he could retreat into himself - or as if he were waiting for the blow of retribution. 

Seeing his pain, feeling how broken he was made it hit home that all of this was real. That it wasn’t some terrible dream. 

With every minute that passed, you were losing more and more of your loved ones. 

You drew in a shuddering breath, turning away from the sight before you to instead look at Obi-Wan, “Enough.” You chided him gently, but firmly, “This is not your fault, Master Kenobi. None of this is. This… This destruction was at the hand of the Emperor, not you. Do not allow him to win further by shouldering guilt.” You squeezed his hand again, knowing the words wouldn't soothe him - they wouldn’t soothe yourself if the situation was reversed - but he needed to hear them. 

Obi-Wan sighed, lifting his head slowly, as if it carried the weight of the galaxy. His eyes, so flat and lost, tracked over your face, reading the same agony and guilt, the same desolate emptiness of knowing you two could very well be the last Jedi left in the galaxy, “I forget how young you are sometimes when you say such wise things like that.” The faintest of smiles touched his lips fleetingly, “You’ve always had a determination I admired, a stubbornness that could rival An - his.” His face twisted in pain momentarily, but he recovered himself a moment later, but you saw the momentous effort it took. 

“You never allowed what others thought to shape you… I know how hard it’s been to not let their words sink in, but you’ve always proved yourself to be even more than they thought, that you were your own person and not what they believed you to be.” He hummed faintly, thoughtfully, “Another balance between two sides.” 

Something tingled at the back of your mind, an awareness that Wrecker always said was your own version of ‘Hunter-senses’. Whatever it was that Obi-Wan was getting at… It meant something. 

You were certain you’d heard something like this, the talk of someone who was both light and dark and could bring balance, back when you were younger and were sneaking around the Temple rather than being told off for not being able to focus.

Before you could ask however, the monitors and holograms surrounded Padmé began to wail and beep frantically, flashing up with symbols you didn’t understand - but the sinking feeling in your belly did. 

Obi-Wan’s head snapped up and he stepped forward, “What’s happening?!” He made to move further, but you were all being ushered out by the medical droids, hastened from the room as voices clamoured over one another and the beeping became louder and more persistent. 

The door swiped shut behind you, Obi and Bail, the hallway jarring in its stillness compared to the frantic bustle behind it. 

And all you could do was wait. 

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You felt it, maybe hours or even just minutes later. 

Everything fell still, silent. Bail was called in, and then Obi-Wan, into the room that suddenly felt like a tomb, the spectre of Death hanging over the doorway.

It was clinging to you, dragging skeletal claws over your bones, the lingering touch of all those Clones, the aching spaces of all the lost Jedi, your best friend shrouded in darkness - and now Padmé. 

You barely registered the hallway floor beneath you, the walls blurring past, faceless people scolding you for running, a voice that could have been Obi-Wan or Bail calling for you - none of it mattered. 

You only stumbled to a stop inside an empty room when an echo of agony ripped through your chest, so raw and potent it felt like your own heart was being carved out. 

The Force was screaming in response, the Light in shreds already, but that thread of the Dark that always wound through your soul… That’s where you felt it strongest. 

Rage, guilt, loneliness, agony - He’d felt it too.

He knew she was gone. 

And there would be no chance of redemption for him now. The one thing that could have helped, the person that was almost guaranteed to get through to him somehow was gone. 

It was all gone. 

Your friends were most likely dead. 

Ahsoka… Had Rex and the 501st turned on her? Had she been forced to mow down the legion which was more family than mere soldier?

Your boys… Had they survived? 

You couldn’t bear the thought of what would happen if they hadn’t. 

So despite the crippling grief wracking your body, you knew you had to keep going. Keep doing… Something. Because if you didn’t… Well. 

It was likely you never would.

“Hey, you got that crate of supplies for me?” A man who’s name you still hadn’t remembered motioned to the box in your arms, reaching out for it when you were close enough.

You nodded, letting him take it from you, “It’s one of the last ones, we’ll need to do another run soon, we’re low on med supplies and we still have a few children who are sick.” 

In all fairness, the kids would be fine. You’d been healing them with the Force when noone else was around and they were asleep, even if tapping into it did still hurt… And that voice whispered to you whenever you did. 

The man nodded, already crouched down to rifle through the contents, “Let Saw know, he was talking about organising another one soon.” 

That would be Saw Gerrera. 

Your current, if only temporary.. Partner? Company? Whatever it was. 

Since Padmé, and the Order, you’d drifted, unable to stay still for too long lest the thoughts and memories came crashing back down and reminding you of what you’d lost. 

You’d spent days in a stupor, travelling under darkness with the hood of your cloak pulled down low over your head, barely noting faces and places and you sought passage to whatever planet you could. 

The Empire was crawling around everywhere, but you donned the abilities of your nicknames, able to slink through shadows and slip past scrutinising eyes. 

You stayed low like Hunter had asked, feeling the weight of your silent comms grow heavier and heavier with each day that passed and it remained silent. 

Day by day, the loneliness and hopelessness slithering closer until you couldn’t stand it any longer and formulated a plan.

To help. 

Whatever, wherever, you were going to help people rebuild after what had happened and try and do something good. 

Something to keep the balance Obi-Wan had mentioned. 

Because with each of those silent days, the shadows slipping under your skin seemed to grow stronger, the dance of lightning shimmering across your knuckles in the dead of night when the nightmares both old and new found you. 

One foot on either side. A balance.

You might still have a foot in shadow and a foot in light, but it felt as though the galaxy had shifted on its axis and your weight had begun to lean to one side over the other. 

So when dreams of your boys being turned into mindless monsters, of Rex killing Ahsoka, punctuated by Anakn’s screams, chased you from sleep, you moved. 

Way back when the worst thing was the Separatists, you’d gone with Anakina and the others to Onderon, helping Saw Gerrera and his band of activist free the planet from the clutches of the Separatists. 

You knew he was still there, that instinct telling you that was the place you needed to be to help.

So you followed. 

And it was on the way here that your comm had beeped to life, pinging through an encoded message in the frequency and code worked out between yourself and the boys should you ever need to communicate privately.

“Ghost, we’re okay. Whatever happened, whatever that was, it didn’t affect us. We don’t know what it is but we’re safe. Are you? Tech registered a ship leaving the planet after that transmission but we didn’t know if you were on it. Let us know where you are and we’ll come for you.” 

The earth-shattering relief that they were okay had brought to your knees, the fact that something had stayed good, that you hadn’t lost everyone. They were okay. They were alive. And they weren’t slaves to whatever Sidious had done to them. 

They were alive and they wanted to come for you.

And yet… Something held you back from responding. 

Something… vicious. That growing voice.

You were a walking target, no longer a Jedi Commander, best friends to General’s Skywalker and Kenobi, to Commander Tano and Captain Rex. 

In this new, upside down world… You were the enemy. 

The chatter you had heard hid this ‘Order 66’, instead labelling the massacre as a Jedi rebellion, claiming the people sworn to be the peacekeepers of the galaxy had handed in their honour for cold-blooded murder and the clones had been forced to fight back and do their job of protecting the galaxy from threats. 

And that was that. 

Temples were torn down, burned, raided. Those that remained sealed themself up, turning into relics of the past when they should be beacons for the future. 

Jedi who had slipped through the cracks in the carnage lined wanted boards and lit up the pucks of bounty hunters, both old and young. 

Even the children, those who had just discovered the gift that should be a blessing, now had a noose around their neck and a target on their back. 

How could you bring the boys into that crossfire? 

If they weren’t murdered alongside you, they;d be tried and executed as traitors for helping you and working alongside you. 

As much as every cell in your body craved to be with them, to be back by their side, protecting them as fiercely as they would protect you.. You just couldn’t sentence them to death. 

Or bring about the realisation that they weren’t under the same control as their brothers. 

Not to mention the gradually reducing control you seemed to be experiencing over this ‘balance’. 

There was too much risk.  

So you ignored the transmission. 

And the next one. 

And the one after that. 

//”We haven’t heard from you yet, so we’re assuming it’s not safe for you to respond. That’s the only reason I’m believing. We’ll find you and we’ll get you safe.”//

//”Please, Ghost. Please just give us something. Anything. Just a sign to let us know you’re still out there.”//

//”Something is wrong here. The regs are even more off than usual, there’s been a shift-up in command and training has increased. Crosshair is even more on edge than usual, and we seem to have acquired a friend.; A young girl, Omega. You’d like her, she’s stubborn like you and keeps us on our toes.”//

//”We miss you, Ghost. We can’t lose you. I can’t lose you.”//

//”Please.”//

Everyday had brought a new transmission, the latest being this morning. 

You sighed as you keyed it off, kicking a rock like it was the cause of all your problems and booting it across the dusty ground would ease the longing in your heart.

“You’re going to have to answer whatever you’re avoiding at some point, you know. You can’t run forever, trust me.” The husky voice of Saw Gerrera appeared from your left as you rounded a stack of crates, not really paying attention to where you were going. 

You shoved the comms back into your cloak pocket, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow and what you hoped was a neutral expression, “I’m well aware of that, Gerrera. I don’t need to be reminded.” The words came out with more bite than you’d originally intended but… Whatever  Better to be on the offensive lately. 

Saw’s eyebrows raised a little and he held his hands up in surrender, “Easy, I wasn’t starting a fight, just offering advice.” He cocked his head, observing you with a stare that was far too knowing and intense, making your skin prickle.

You scowled at him, resisting the urge to cross your arms, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You were grateful that he was allowing you to stay here and help, but there was something about him that was too intense, too… extremist. His reasons were there but his actions… They rubbed you up the wrong way. 

But where else did you have to go?

He ran a thumb along his jaw, eyebrows lowered in thought, “I know what you’re doing. Why you’re acting like this.” He didn’t give you a chance to argue, merely continuing in a level, even voice, “But you can’t keep biting at people just to push them away. You need your friends, the ones loyal to you. Especially now. They can help you, Ghost. They can keep you safe. We’re thankful for you here, but -”

“In case you haven’t been around lately, all of my friends are dead.” You spat the words at him, defensive anger immediately crackling to life, tingling in your veins and you tried to will it back into slumber. 

Saw rolled his eyes, planting his hands on his hips, “Clearly not all of them, or are you receiving coded transmissions from beyond the Force now?” He didn’t even bother to keep his voice down, reckless fool. 

You growled, stepping closer and you pointed warningly at him, “You can’t be saying things like that, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your cold gaze flicked between his own eyes, “Have you been spying on me, Gerrera?” Anyone who knew you would immediately recognise the danger in the softness of your voice, something you and Crosshair had both been famed for. 

The softer the voice, the faster you better turn tail and run. 

The man before you didn’t back down, merely straightened his posture, muscles coiling in case you finally decided to snap. “It’s my job to keep these people safe, Ghost. No matter who they are, or who they were.” Clearly referring to you being a Commander, “Like I said. We’re thankful for your help, but if these friends of yours are going to come looking for you, I can’t risk my people.” 

A scoff escaped your throat despite your emotion, “Hang on, a moment ago you were giving me a pep talk about being with people who’ll keep me safe, and now you’re worried I’m going to hurt your people? Which is it, Saw? You want me gone for my own good, or gone because you don’t trust me?” 

So much for controlling your anger. 

Saw huffed, his chest rising and falling with the movement, “Look, I don’t want a fight. I just need to know I’m not going to have any trouble here. We’ve built too much and we’ve prepared too much to risk losing it now. The fight is nowhere near over, it’s even more important than it was when we fought the Separatists. This galaxy deserves peace, don’t you think? Can’t you of all people see that?” He stepped closer, his voice softening to the tone you knew he used on people to coax them to his side, “Isn't that what you were trained for? To allow people to live in peace and safety?”

Too far. 

You squared up to him, head tilted back to stare him down, “Let’s get one thing straight. I may have helped you all those years ago, and I might be thankful to you for helping me in return now; But do not think that gives you any right to comment on my past. Or my future. Or anything about me, actually.” You didn’t even blink, didn’t even care that his people were looking over, some of them pushing the younger ones behind them, “And for that matter, stop trying to encourage me to join you. I appreciate what you’re doing, and I’ll help here in camp but I’m not joining you. I’m not joining anyone.”

Saw was about to open his mouth, but awareness danced down your spine, signalling someone’s approach. 

Seconds later, you heard footsteps. Six pairs of footsteps. One set unfamiliar, but the other five…

“Not even us?” 

~~

Hunter watched as your head snapped round to face him, fast enough he would have feared for your spine had he not known you. 

He watched the emotion play across your face, shock, guilt, surprise, adoration. Your eyes narrowed, tracking carefully over each of his and his brother’s faces, and he could tell from the slightly unfocused look that you had tuned into the Force… Perhaps to see if that Order had affected them too… But then, complete and utter relief. It was so potent on your face, he nearly ran to you right then, had he not suddenly had at least ten blasters trained on him. Which in itself was nothing, they’d faced far worse odds, but he wasn’t here for a fight. 

“Clones?” Saw spat the word, yanking his own blaster free and he levelled it square at your face, “Your friends are clones? The Empire?!” His face was one of defensive fury, before the mask slipped over and he was impassive and watchful. 

Hunter’s fingers twitched on instinct, but you merely rolled your eyes, lifting a hand and knocking his blaster from your face “They don’t work for the Empire, Gerrera. And neither do I, despite what your prejudices are telling you.” 

The man you’d passed the crate to before scoffed, moving closer to the Batch, safety clicking off, “So what are they doing here then? You told us you were untraceable.” He narrowed suspecting eyes at you before looking back at the boys, particularly Crosshair, as if recognising him as the most lethal.

And with that expression on his face, he certainly looked it. 

Tech pushed between Hunter and Wrecker, one finger nudging his glasses up, “Actually, Ghost was correct. She was virtually untraceable. However, that would be by anyone else’s skill set. I, on the other hand, have been genetically engineered to have skills far beyond that which the average person has therefore in this case, Ghost was -”

“Tech! I think they get it, brother.” Hunter raised a hand, patting Tech affectionately on the shoulder before looking at Saw, his eyes straying to you now and then, unable to stop looking, checking you were okay. 

You were alive. 

You were alive and whole before him… At least in the physical sense. He could tell with one look, and by the way you kept avoiding his direct gaze that the events that had happened over the last week or so had left a wicked bruise, one that would take a while to heal. 

“We aren’t here to cause any trouble, Gerrera. We… We were sent here, yes. But under false orders. What we were told and what we’ve seen… You’re not a threat. At least not the one the Empire made you out to be.” He looked across at the children hidden behind adults, “You’re not causing trouble, you’re just trying to live.” 

Like they were. 

Crosshair scoffed from behind him, his gun clicking as he reflexively loosened and tightened his grip on it. The distaste and displeasure was rolling off of him in waves, jaw set and honey eyes almost black in the low pitch of the camp. 

Hunter knew he was in for a sniping match later, especially after Crosshair’s insistence before coming down here. 

“Make the order, Hunter. I have a clear shot.” 

“Crosshair, there are children there. And they’re just… living.” 

“We have orders. We were told to eliminate them, and that is what we are here to do. Tell me to take the shot, now.” 

“Just wait, Crosshair.”

“Hunter.” 

That had been when the hair on Hunter’s neck stood up, his senses perking their head, as if sensing a storm… And then there you were. Helping Saw’s men, your armour hidden beneath that billowing cloak.

You were alive. 

Saw barely moved, his eyes tracking across everyone, noting the fact your hands were ont he hilts of your twin blades, even if your posture seemed relaxed, “Okay, okay. Here’s what’s going to happen.” He nodded slightly to his men, who lowered their blasters after a seconds hesitation, “You said you were sent here to stop us, but you changed your mind?”

Hunter nodded, brows still low and body still tense as he waited to see where this went, “Yes. Like I said, you’re just trying to live.” He didn’t remove his fingers from his own blade, not quite yet. 

Not whilst you were still staring down the muzzle of Saw’s blaster.

Saw nodded again, eyes flicking to you then back to Hunter and the other boys, “You seem smart, Sergeant. You know the corruption of the Empire, and the lies they tell you.” His tone shifted, blaster lowering and shoulders pushing back, “we could use a squad like yours in the fight ahead. The fight for what is right. For freedom.” He lifted his chin again and his men backed off, beginning to load up the last few supplies, “We’re heading out. Do whatever you feel is right, but I hope you make the correct decision for yourself and the future of the galaxy.” With those final words, he levelled a glance at you, making you bristle and your eyes harden but you just rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. 

No one said a word as Saw’s men began to move, but Crosshair stepped forward, his hold still tight on his rifle, “Are we just going to let them walk away? Hunter, you heard Tarkin. They’re insurgents. They’re a danger. They need to be eliminated.” His eyes were fixed on the retreating group, so focused that it had you stepping forward into his line of sight.

“Leave it, Cross. I agree that they’re.. Radical and I don’t agree with their methods but Hunter is right. They’re just trying to live and make their way in all this mess. The Empire has bigger problems, surely.” Your jaw tensed at that remark, the fact its well known that the Empire were hunting down any escaped Jedi or Jedi sympathisers. 

Crosshair’s eyes flashed when you moved in front of him, when you agreed with Hunter. Something predatory crossing his face, like he still hadn’t forgotten that argument outside 79’s before all this, “Well, if Hunter says so, it must be true.” He spat out his toothpick and began to stalk back to the ship, agitation rolling of him in waves so strong you didn’t even need the Force to feel it. 

You sighed as you watched him, unfolding your arms, “He’s really not happy with me, is he. Still.” 

Tech looked over at you, lifting his visor up to the top of his helmet, “Crosshair has always had a starker sense of right and wrong, he doesn’t see the in between. That part of our training always stuck with him the most, I believe.” 

Wrecker shrugged, cracking his neck, “He just needs to shoot something, that always cheers him up.” He laughed and then trailed after Crosshair, helmet perched on his head.

Tech shook his head at his brothers, looking over his shoulder again at you, something more tender touching his eyes, “It’s good to see you okay, Ghost. We’re glad to have you back.” His hand reached out to touch your shoulder for a second before he followed Wrecker.

A smile graced your lips as you watched him go, his words cementing the fact that you were back at home with your boys… 

But then it faded, that voice whispering that you were still a target. What if you brought the Empire down on the boys heads? 

They were heading right back to them after failing to complete a mission… That was already enough to put them in the crossfire surely. 

Hunter’s broad form filled your vision, his finger touching your chin to bring your gaze up to his own, “I know that look. And I know what you’re thinking.” He tilted his head slightly, eyes focused on yours, unrelenting, “I know you didn’t answer our comms because you were afraid you’d bring danger to us.”

You should have remembered that he’d always see straight through you, “I am going to bring danger to you, Hunter. I can’t linger at the sidelines waiting for you like I used to. They know me at Kamino. They know I was a Commander. If they even catch wind that you’re seen with someone who fits my description…” You dragged your eyes to the side, to a spot over his shoulder. 

It broke Hunter’s heart, seeing you so unsure, doubting yourself like you used to when the words fo the Council would dig their claws too deep in you. What you’d been through since the Order was called… It had shaken something loose in you. “Ghost, you’re one of us. You will always be one of us. No matter whether you have a bounty on your head or not, you are part of this squad and we will all protect you.” He ducked his head to the side to catch your gaze again, “I will protect you.” 

He was right, of course. 

You always fit into the squad of ‘defective’ clones more than you had anyone at the Temple, save for Anakin and Ahsoka of course. There was a reason Rex always joked that you were the missing member of Clone Force 99. 

Despite the turmoil in your chest, you couldn’t stop the smile that lifted your lips as you looked between Hunter’s eyes, “i think you’ll recall it’s usually me protecting you, no?”

Hunter laughed softly, eyes crinkling at the edges and he shook his head, “Only because you love to come in with a blaze of glory that rivals Anakin’s.”

You couldn’t help the reflexive flinch at his name, the pain searing through you with an echo of that cry again, but you forced that smile to stay on your lips, still not wanting to face it, “You love my blazes of glory, don’t even try to deny it, Sergeant.” 

Hunter didn’t miss the agony in your expression, not for one second but he allowed you the grace of waiting until you were ready, instead touching a hand to his chest, “:I would never deny you, Commander.” He swept a hand toward the way the rest of the boys went, “After you, my most dramatic partner.” 

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, pushing his chest gently as you moved past him, “Come on, you big idiot.”

Yeah.. It was good to be back together. 

~~~~~

Everything felt wrong. 

His senses were on high alert, the way they were on a mission, when he was tracking an enemy through the sight of his rifle. 

Crosshair rolled his shoulders and his neck, trying to focus on the grassy terrain beneath his feet, but the words in his head pulsed with every beat of his heart, 

Complete the mission. Complete the mission. Complete the mission.

Laughter behind him had his hands twitching, a sound that once brought him a sense of freedom and lightness.. It felt all twisted now. Like black smoke filtering across a clear sky. 

That voice in his head hissed at the sound, the sweet cadence of it. 

His head flicked to the side, watching as you walked along with Hunter and Echo, joking about something or other. 

When he saw you standing there, with Saw, his head was a mess. 

An insatiable itch in his hands as he held his rifle, battling against relief that you were okay. 

And yet, the second you had agreed with Hunter, that battle tipped to one side. 

He couldn’t imagine what you had witnessed since they last saw you, but whatever it was left that shadowy beast sitting right behind your eyes. He could see it. Sense it, just like that night at 79’s. 

But, just like that night, you choked it down and looked to Hunter for appraisal. 

Complete the mission. 

Crosshairs eye twitched as you laughed again, bumping into Hunter’s side and he zeroed in on the way his arm settled around yout shoulders so casually. 

“We don’t know what else might be around here, or if Saw’s men intend on letting us leave. Don’t you think you should save the reunion party till we’re back on the ship?”

Your eyes flicked as you looked at him, the laughter dying on your face and it hit something deep in his chest, “You could pretend to be a little happier to see me, Crosshair.” Your words were light, but he could see the blade’s edge in the hardness of your eyes, the challenge levelled at him. 

He rolled his shoulders again, trying to ease off that tension, “Of course I am. I just don’t think now is the time to be drawing a bigger target on ourselves. We’re already going to be reprimanded for not completing the mission. Now we have another of the Empire’s targets to paint on our backs.” He lifted his hand to motion to you, even though these words.. They were coming out wrong. All wrong. This isn’t what he wanted to say. 

He wanted to tell you how relieved he was you were still alive, that the thought you could have been caught in the crossfire of the Order had nearly brought him to his knees… So why weren’t those words coming out?”

Complete the mission.

Echo frowned, looking at Crosshair sharply, “That’s enough, Crosshair. When do we ever complete a mission the way we’re asked to? This is nothing different to what we always do.” He looked back at you, then back to Crosshair as the Marauder came into view, “Ghost is not a target. What’s gotten into you?” 

Crosshair wanted to scream, because even he didn’t know. He winced as that sharp pain came back into his head, “Good soldiers follow orders. We shouldn’t be drawing attention to ourselves.” He huffed, turning away, rubbing a hand over his head like he could push the thoughts out, “We need to complete the mission.” He shook his head sharply, then hurried into the ship, long legs working to draw him farther away. 

Before he rounded the corner, he heard your voice again, “Maybe we should stop snapping at him and check he’s okay?” 

No. 

Something in him told him not to be in a room alone with you. 

Just… No. 

Complete the mission.

Good soldiers follow orders. 

The Marauder was silent, save for the soft beeps and hums from the console, the proximity alarms on standby, and the soft breathing of your companions… and Wrecker’s snoring. 

But you were used to all of it, a white noise that you found you couldn’t sleep without. The Marauder was a safe home, a solid point in a constantly whirring galaxy that tried to spin everything out of control at any given moment. 

And given everything that had happened recently, you needed this stability more than anything.

You needed them more than anything.

As long as you had the Marauder and your family, you were okay. You were home. The rest of the galaxy might be in ruin, but this was your sanctuary. 

And maybe you’d only have days before Tarkin realised the boys hadn’t returned to Kamino, but you would deal with that after, and whatever was going on with Crosshair. 

You’d fix it. 

You could deal with all that when it happened. 

For now, you just wanted the peace and safety of the ship, and the boys. 

But tonight, the peaceful atmosphere was different. 

It was living. 

Breathing. 

It was alive, and it was prowling. Something was on the hunt. 

No, someone was on the hunt. 

Maybe that’s what turned your dreaming slumber, switching it from recent memories of all you had endured to awareness, even if your body was still at rest. 

Your connection to the force, those senses that rivalled Hunter’s, were whispering at you, hissing a warning even though the Force itself was hurting.

Danger. Danger. Danger. 

Your body remained still, breathing even, eyes closed but you didn’t need them open to see. 

Someone was here, standing in the rest area at the back of the Marauder. 

You could hear the breathing, the near silent inhale and exhale of a steady, solid rhythm. A hunter's rhythm. 

Three counts. That’s what you gave yourself, your hand stretching out beneath your pillow, ready to call your sabers to you, because you hadn’t slept with them under your pillow tonight- you didn’t need to, not here. 

One. 

Adrenaline seeped through your blood, cool like ice, sparkling like lightning. 

Two. 

The thing was, you knew who it was. 

You knew who was here, who had come to end your life. 

Who hadn’t escaped the Order you all thought you were free from.

Three. 

One more breath, then your eyes snapped open, sabers flying into your hands and igniting with that familiar hum. 

The stark white glow lit up his face, bouncing over the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the tattoo, his eyes. 

Those eyes were cold, detached, nothing recognisable of your friend in that gaze. 

The gaze that was levelled through the sight of his blaster, trained on your centre of your forehead. 

You sat up slowly, keeping your saber defensively between you, ready but unwilling to hurt him, because this wasn’t him. It couldn’t be. “Crosshair…”

His finger twitched, taking the safety off the weapon, determined. Cold.

Ready. 

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

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I Will Never Make You Lonely: CH 3

Summary: When your life is falling apart, your 8 best friends are there to lift you up

TW: mentions of de&th, su!c!de, su!c!de tendencies, su!c!dal ideologies, depress!on, anxiety, crying. If this is in any way triggering I’d steer towards more of my happier works. 

If you or someone you love has thought of or acted on suicide, there is help and there is hope 

Call or text 988

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, non-idol AU

PSA: this is no way represents the artists. While their birth names are used in this story, this is in no way a reflection of the artist or artists in real life.

AU: mentions of de&th are implied in this chapter, read at your own risk.

Ch 3

A few days later, you were in your room, double-checking to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything important. Minho, Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin came in early to bid you farewell and wished you a safe journey. They were sad that they couldn't accompany you as their schedules didn't permit them. Although you weren't going to be away for long, you were eagerly looking forward to your flight back to Seoul. As you packed your last-minute items such as your toothbrush, contact lenses, medication, etc., there was a soft knock at your door.

“Come in,” you answered. Changbin and Han peeked their heads in as the door slowly opened. They didn't have classes till later.

“Hey,” they greeted you with smiles.

“Hi,” you said. 

“You all packed up?” Han asked. You nodded.

“Yeah, just packed up the last-minute stuff,” you said pointing to your toiletry bag that sat on top of your backpack. Changbin stepped forward.

“Well before you go, I didn’t want you to leave without this,” he said as he pulled out a squishmallow he had behind his back. It was a large taro boba squishmallow. 

“What’s this?” you ask as you stare at it with adoration.

“We know you were talking about getting yourself one. We were going to give it to you on your birthday but decided maybe you needed it more now,” he said with a smile. You slowly accepted the squishmallow and you held it close. 

“You guys are amazing, thank you,” you say sincerely, pulling them both into a hug. They would truly do anything to help you feel better. When it was time to leave, you saw Chris walking out of his room with his favorite sweatshirt in hand, ready to give it to you. You folded it and put it in your backpack along with the squishmallow. The boys hugged you goodbye and you left. The ride to the airport was terrible and the flight was worse. While the flight itself was smooth as can be, you couldn't sleep for the 12-hour flight, despite trying everything from listening to music, podcasts, and the ASMR links that Felix sent you, but Chris's sweatshirt and squishmallow provided some comfort. You curled up with them, feeling the scent of Chris's cologne. When you landed at SEATAC, you messaged Peyton and the boys to let them know you made it back.

It's The Spamming For Me

Me: Just landed in SEATAC

They all must’ve had their phones surgically glued to their hands because they all responded immediately.

Father of 7: glad you made it safely!

Cowife: eat and sleep well y/n!

Twin: miss you already!

Disney Prince: sleep well y/n, see you soon

BBG: sending you so many hugs

Angel Baby: you’re already missed!

Minnie Mouse: THE APARTMENT IS CHAOS COME BACK NOW

It's just a Little Guy: we love you y/n

You giggled at their messages as you quickly responded. 

Me: I love you all too xoxo

After retrieving your bag, you headed towards the sky bridge that connects to the parking garage. Peyton was already there, waiting for you. Seeing only Peyton pick you up instead of her and Carter made your heart hurt, but you sucked it up and walked quickly over to Peyton. As soon as you were in each other’s arms, you could hear her sniffles, but you stayed strong for her. Peyton was Carter's only legal guardian, so you had to be there for her.

“How was your flight?” she sniffed as she helped you with your backpack. You shrugged.

“Fine, I guess…I didn’t exactly sleep,” you said scratching your neck. As you both walked towards the parking garage, she threw an arm around you. She then threw your backpack into the backseat before starting the engine. The drive to Peyton's place was quiet and uneventful. Once you arrived, you tossed your belongings onto the bed in the spare bedroom. While you were unpacking, Peyton walked in with two glasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

“It probably isn’t ideal, but Carter would’ve done it for either of us,” she said with a slight smile. You snorted because yes, Carter would’ve 110% gotten plastered the night before either of their funerals. The two of you made your way to the balcony and plopped yourselves down on the couch. Even though you felt like crap, there was a gentle breeze and at least the stars were out, and the skyline was gorgeous.

“How have you been?” Peyton asked. You shrugged.

“It’s been a rollercoaster for sure,” you said, swirling your glass. Peyton nodded.

“But how about you?” you ask. You had no right to be feeling the way Peyton felt. That’s what you told yourself at least.

“I can’t bring myself to even sit in the living room sometimes,” she says looking down at her glass. You nodded; Carter used to always sleep on the couch when she’d stay the night, claiming it was comfier than Peyton’s bed. 

“I’m sure the guys have been there for you?” Peyton asked before sipping her wine. You smiled. 

“Yeah, they’ve been nothing but amazing. One night I had been up for almost 72 hours cause I couldn’t sleep and I was studying, but the guys got me to participate in our weekly Friday night movie marathon night, and I ended up getting a decent amount of sleep.” Peyton smiled at that. 

“It’s nice having friends like that,” she said genuinely; she was a little concerned though. She could sense you were distracting yourself more than just feeling the emotions. The thought of your boys made your heart sing.

“They’re the best…,” you said before taking a swig of your wine as Peyton watched.

“Damn down the hatch,” she says with a wet chuckle. 

You spent the rest of the night with your friend, sharing your favorite memories of Carter. It was a way to remember her, especially the stories you wouldn't dare tell at the funeral. The day of the funeral came around too quickly. You woke up feeling heavy-hearted, wrapped in Chris's hoodie, holding a plush toy close to your chest. It took all your strength to get out of bed and ready for the funeral. You couldn't believe you were preparing to say goodbye to your best friend.

You tried to remain composed for the sake of Carter's family. The funeral went by in a blur, and you were grateful there was no open casket. It helped you stay strong for everyone, but you couldn't help denying the fact that Carter was in that casket, about to be buried six feet under. You tried to push the thought out of your mind, but it kept coming back.

You let your friends know you needed to study at your apartment for a few days, but you'd be back soon. They understood and said you were always welcome to come back. When it was time for you to leave, you said goodbye to Peyton and sent a text to your friends to let them know you were heading home. You knew you couldn't stay in the States any longer without it feeling too real.

It's The Spamming For Me

Me: I’m heading home

Father of 7: have a safe flight y/n!

Twin: see you soon!

Disney Prince: xoxoxo!

BBG: Minho and I wish you safe travels!

Angel Baby: YAY! Get back safely, I need my cuddle buddy!

Minnie Mouse: Have a safe flight! Jeongin says hurry back and save him from Minho

The second you stepped foot in your place, it didn’t feel right. You pulled out your phone and dialed the first name in your contacts list.  

While he was in the shower, Chris’s phone started ringing.

“Hannie, can you grab that for me please?” Chris called out. Han grabbed the phone and checked who it was before answering. 

“Chris’s phone, his favorite child speaking,” Han joked, pretty proud of himself. 

“Yah!” Chris scolded but with a big smile plastered on his face. You snorted.

“Felix?” You said biting your lip trying not to laugh. Han’s eyes went huge. 

“YAH!” He yelled even louder. Chris laughed as he did his best not to get water in his eyes from leaning so far back. You shook your head.

“Can I come over? I was going to study at my place but I need a change of scenery,” you say playing with your shirt.

“You don’t have to ask y/n, you're always welcome,” Han said sincerely. You smiled at that.

“Okay, I’ll see you guys soon then!” You said enthusiastically. 

“See you soon!” He said before hanging up. He set the phone down and looked at Chris. 

“Y/n is coming over so get unnaked,” he said jokingly before going to open the door. Chris laughed.

“She lives 10 min from us. I think I have time!” Chris shouted back with a big smile on his face. You kept your composure when you walked in, despite the lump in your throat upon opening their door. All of the boys greeted and chatted with you briefly before you retreated to your room. Instead of unpacking and relaxing, you decided to work on your computer. Despite not getting any sleep on the flight, you felt that you should be productive. It was around 9 pm, and although you were exhausted, you didn't want to think about the funeral. While reading case studies, you came across one that deeply affected you. It made your heartache. This particular case study caused one of the subjects to take their own life because of the trauma they went through. Once you were about to finish writing a sentence, you got a call from Carter’s sister. 

“Hey Peyton,” you say as you continue typing. You heard sniffling on the other line.

“Pey? Shit did I forget to let you know I made it back??” You ask. You heard her take a shaky exhale before speaking. 

“No no, you did…um…I don’t know how to say this so I’m just going to say it. Y/n…Carter’s death wasn’t an accident,” she choked out. Your eyes went huge.

“What do you mean?” You ask frantically. You were hoping with every fiber of your being it wasn’t what you thought it was.

“I was sitting in her room and I…I found a letter…” and your heart stopped.

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[stormyoceans]

The clock on the wall of the restaurant was still showing the same time, for the third time Mhok had checked. He glanced down at his phone - no, it hadn't broken; Mhok was just impatient. And his phone screen was blank as ever.

He sighed, and returned to mopping the floor. Maybe all of this hard work would get him a raise soon, if his new boss noticed. That would be worth it.

His pocket began buzzing, and Mhok felt a fond smile beginning before he even had the phone out. Sure enough, the screen was lit with his boyfriend’s name.

"Good evening," he said, warm and low into the receiver. "If you'd like to place an order, I'm sorry, but the restaurant is closed."

Something in Mhok seemed to settle and relax, just hearing his boyfriend’s voice on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry, Phi," said Day, explaining about his family and the unexpected change of their plans.

Mhok had guessed that it would be something like this; actually, it could have been worse. He should probably feel grateful Day could call at all. He hummed, and told him not to worry. "I'll just have to be better next year," he murmured, with a self-deprecating smirk, "so Santa will be nicer to me."

Day's voice dipped a little lower. "Let's say that Santa is listening right now," said the younger boy. "What would you ask for?"

Mhok barely hesitated, certain of the only thing he wanted - the thing he'd want even if he had everything else in the world. "I'd want to be with you right now," he almost whispered, with the ghost of a sigh.

"...The moon is beautiful tonight. Wouldn't you say?"

Mhok's heart leapt into his throat, beating with a sudden wild hope. He wished so much... and there was only one way to know.

He moved instantly to the restaurant doors, pushing them open with firm, calloused hands, and knowing exactly the person he wanted to see.

And for a moment, for just one breath of a moment -

He'd breached a different threshold, in a different place, while something like deja vu made the faint glimmer of hope in his stomach into an endless star-filled canopy, millions of constellations strong. And his steps were uncertain, but his heart knew who to look for... the shape of this memory held a different face, and the word on his lips was a different name, but it was the same moment, somehow, the same longing, the same unbearable separation finally ending, this time for sure, two souls coming home, like magnets across a universe -

He blinked, and the moment was entirely his own, once more. Just a passing thought, an odd trick of the light in the courtyard, and it didn't matter anyway.

Because he saw Day, his Day, just as he'd wished.

"Day," Mhok breathed, his heart full. He swallowed past the sudden knot in his throat, blinking away the tears that gathered inexplicably in his eyes.

"Merry Christmas," said Day, smiling at him.

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(it's me again, hi 👋 after ep 10 i had to send this too hope you enjoy 🤍)

SLACK JAWED SHAKING OUT OF MY SKIN CRYING SHITTING YELLING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH SPINNING COUNTERCLOCKWISE ON THE FLOOR WAILING WEEPING HOWLING SCREECHING EATING GLASS GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST MAKING A LOBOTOMY APPOINTMENT CRAWLING TOWARDS THE EDGE OF THE HIGH RISE BUILDING IM ABOUT TO THROW MYSELF OFF OF ASCENDING ONTO A HIGHER SPHERE OF HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS

ANON IM ONCE AGAIN SAYING THIS IN THE MOST AFFECTIONATE AND ADORING WAY POSSIBLE BUT YOU ARE - INDEED - INSANE. THIS IS MADNESS. LUNACY. DERANGEMENT. LITERALLY CAN WE HAVE A TALK. CAN WE HAVE A CONVERSATION. A DISCUSSION EVEN. YOU DID NOT JUST MAKE MORK HAVE A VISION OF PUEN OPENING THE DOOR OF THE GLASS HOUSE AND FINALLY FINDING TALAY AFTER HE CAME BACK FROM THE OTHER UNIVERSE. AS IF DAY'S SIDE BACK IN EPISODE 4 DIDN'T ALREADY RUIN ME. CURRENTLY IN A DEAD FAINT IN FRONT OF MY SCREEN EXPERIENCING THE ENTIRE RANGE OF HUMAN EMOTIONS LIKE

"the shape of this memory held a different face, and the word on his lips was a different name, but it was the same moment, somehow, the same longing, the same unbearable separation finally ending, this time for sure, two souls coming home, like magnets across a universe" <<< I CAN'T EVEN. FORMULATE [ISABELLE ADJANI TUNNEL SCENE FROM POSSESSION] [FEMALE HYSTERIA] [SUICIDE]

#NOT TO REPEAT MYSELF BUT READING THESE TWO FICLETS SIDE BY SIDE IS INSANE I FEEL INSANE #THE PARALLELS #THE WAY THEY COMPLEMENT EACH OTHER SO PERFECTLY #ANON I LOVE YOU BUT I HOPE YOU KNOW THE REASON IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY IS BECAUSE I'VE BEEN GOING INTO SHOCK GOING OFF THE RAILS #GOING BATSHIT GOING ABSOLUTE CUCKOO BANANAS OVER THIS #I WILL BE DEAD IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE GOOD DAY OR GOOD NIGHT TO ALL NEVERTHELESS #last twilight the series #morkday #vice versa #puentalay #m: ask

[pankowperfection]

Make me forget

Summary: work overwhelms you & Rudy wants to help

Warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), 18+

A/N: I’m back (sort of). Work is still crazy so I may not post much for a few weeks. This is purely self indulgent, wish Rudy would come make me forget my worries 🙈

You were exhausted, mentally and physically. Work had been so busy you barely knew what day it was, one melting into the next as you pushed to complete everything before the deadline. Rudy had noticed the toll it was taking on you, the dark circles under your eyes only seeming to get worse with each passing day. He had done what he could to support you, cooking dinner and bringing it to you in your home office. Most days he barely saw you, when he left for the day you were already locked in on your computer, and when he came home you worked right up until time to go to bed. He tried not to complain, not wanting to add to your stress, but he was really missing spending quality time with you.

You had just informed Rudy you had to work all weekend, his face falling slightly because he had planned a date night, hoping to whisk you away and ease some of the tension that seemed to be making a permanent home in your shoulders. "I'm really sorry baby, this is the worst time of year. I have to get my hours in though." You wrapped your arms around his frame, breathing in his familiar scent and willing the tears not to fall from your eyes. He could tell you were struggling by how your breathing changed, pulling back to look at you as the first tear rolled down your cheek. "Aw sweetheart, no. Don't cry. It's all going to be okay y/n." He pulled you back in again, kissing your hair and soothingly stroking your back. "I just feel like the world's shittiest girlfriend. I'm always busy, and when I'm not working I have to go run errands or do chores, I feel like I never spend any time with you. I miss you Ru, miss our special days together." The dam inside you had broken, tears you'd held in for weeks escaping and soaking his shirt. "Shhh, shhh. It's okay beautiful, you can do this. We'll be fine. Why don't we go snuggle for a bit, yeah?" He wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, giving you his best soft smile as you nodded your head, letting him lead you to the couch.

He helped you lay down first, wrapping your favorite fuzzy blanket around your body before laying down beside you and pulling you close. The tears started to slow down, his warm presence enough to make any horrible day instantly better. "That's it beautiful, feeling better now?" He peppered soft kisses over your entire face, making you giggle as he avoided where you wanted him most. You make a pouty face at him, silently communicating your dislike that he hadn't given you a real kiss. He instantly obliges, pillow soft lips moving slowly against yours as some of your worries melt away. Not wanting it to stop you wrestle your arms free, hands tangling into his hair and forcing him to stay close by. "My needy woman, want me to make you forget about everything else but me?" Your heart beat instantly picks up, warmth spreading over your body. "Please baby, I need you."

That was all he needed to hear, rolling so he was on top of you and somehow underneath of the blanket. You wrap your legs around his waist, gasping when you feel his already half hard length pressing into you. "Yeah y/n, I need you too," he all but growls, grinding himself forward and sending pleasure surging through your veins. His lips meet yours again, this time with more passion as his tongue makes its way into your mouth. You can't help but moan, not even remembering the last time you had made out. You pull his bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling softly before he pulls back and begins a path down your jaw. Every kiss and bite to your neck has your body desperate for more, clawing your nails into his back underneath of his shirt.

He helps you sit up, quickly discarding his shirt you were wearing followed by your bra before pressing you onto your back once more. As his tongue explores your nipples his hand ghosts down your stomach, sliding underneath your shorts and tracing over your lace panties. "God, you're already so wet for me. I hope you weren't super attached to these," he murmurs before shredding your panties between his strong hands, throwing the scrap of material behind him. He lays down between your thighs, holding them open as he kisses and licks a slow path from your knee to your sex. The teasing is driving you crazy, only able to think about how badly you need him to taste you. He takes his time, repeating his torture on your other thigh as you writhe around beneath him. "Rudy - fuck. If you don't do something soon I'm gonna explode." He chuckles, warm breath tickling your clit and making you shudder. "Don't worry princess, I've got you."

He licks your lips slowly, only covering the outer skin without diving in deeper. You moan involuntarily, arching up into his talented mouth. He continues for a few minutes, leaving open mouthed kisses over your sensitive flesh but not really doing enough to really stimulate you. Finally his tongue separates your folds, lapping at your entrance and making your hands tangle into his hair again. He gives you a few strokes of his tongue, tasting your unique flavor as he fucks into you. He licks a slow stripe up to your clit before giving it a flick, your body convulsing at the overwhelming pleasure. He sets the perfect pace, rolling your clit up and down with his tongue as your moans and whines grow louder. "Taste so sweet, I can't get enough." He gets right back to work like a starved man eating his last meal, devouring you as he moans against your pussy. When two of his thick fingers slide into your core you know you won't last long, the rhythm he's set of pushing and pulling driving you closer and closer to the edge. "Oh fuck baby, I'm gonna cum." "That's it princess, cum for me." Your body obeys, thighs trapping his face against your pussy as you tremble with the sheer force of your high. It seems to last for minutes, wave after wave of pleasure wrecking through your system. When you finally come down you realize Rudy is still trapped between your legs. You release him instantly, worried you'd hurt him. "You alright Rudy? I didn't cut off your oxygen did I?" He laughs, coming to rest over top of you again. "I'm good sweetheart. I wouldn't mind going out that way though." You shove him playfully, stress of the week gone at least for the moment. "Now, how about that dinner date I planned?"

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[luxwing]

For the Astarion query you had and will not say any spoilers/will be normal lol.

My first time playing I missed a few companions so less choice. He's hard to miss so anyone in the same boat as me would have had more time with him. Some you can almost miss till end of act 1 so again you'd end up with him for more.

Everyone that I did get for act 1 till maybe a little into act 2 was on the same level of fuckable for me (in that I wasn't too bothered as actually went into the game not knowing the romance was that well developed)

The most romanced characters are Shadowheart, Lae'zel and Karlach. So a lot of people agree with you. I would argue its more that Astarion ticks the right boxes for the people that create stuff for tumblr and tiktok and also has a lot of content/a lot of content that is easily quotable. Then because of algorithms etc the hype train kicked off.

My hope is that it doesn't end up going the other way and he doesn't end up getting hate because of counter culture or whatever. He is a very good character, as they all are and his story is also very moving. Again without spoilers, at release there were some people grateful that they could connect with his story and felt they hadn't seen it, as it is in the game, in media before.

Astarion slowly made his way up that list for me for the following reasons

Funny

Interesting backstory that gets more we will say interesting as the acts go on

Backstory has moments of oh fuck I get that trauma

He has the ability to change either way possibly the most

He literally has the most hours of dialogue etc and a bunch of romance scenes when some characters sadly don't

Now I have done more times through the game, personally I think they all have pretty good character development and are all very fuckable as yous say.

If you held a gun to my head and made me pick 1 I would pick karlach, gale and astarion in no set order and take the bullet. But honestly the others are really pretty much just as good to me.

Now the hype is dying down I feel like a lot of convos have been moving onto other characters including wanting to fuck NPCs.

I've gotten far enough not that my character did spend a night with Astarion and it's opened up some more information about his backstory, so I'm starting to see what draws a lot of people toward him. Also, someone mentioned this on my other post, but yeah Neil Newbon's performance does so much heavy lifting that you can't help but find him a bit charming.

And God I forgot this game has three acts my ass is just now almost finished with everything in act one I'm only level 5 after nearly thirty hours oh my god

But I guess one reason people might not be fans of Astarion (not just because they're tired of the fanmedia saturation mind you) is because of his approvals. He gains approval from you being mean or snarky and from some displays of cruelty, so that might be a quick turn off for people. Ive bypassed this by leaving him at camp whenever I wanna be nice along with the other "kindness is cringe" people.

But yeah, he's a well written character, I'll agree to that. Honestly, all the party members seem really multifaceted whether for better or worse, and I actually like that a lot. I do wish Shadowheart and Lae'zel would stop trying to kill each other and make out already, tho.

Tbh I haven't seen anyone 'hate' on Astarion. Joke about him, sure, but i think I've seen way more people shit on Shadowheart than on him. Which, that's a whole nuther discussion to be had in itself, but yeah idk.

God I still have so much of the game left to do what the fuck

[ducknotinarow]

He's curled up by the outside of his door after a particular rough night. Legs are pulled up to his chest & he's hugging himself tightly. He's sporting another black eye, his phone shoved to the far end of the hallway.

Angel doesn't even hear Husk's voice calling out to him. He flinches before they even get near. "Don't touch me!" Does he realize he's shouting? Probably not.

"I'm warning you right fucking now. Don't." ( uwu I HAD TO. AngelHusk )

| muse interaction

Husk, may not have wanted to get the bartender role but he also had no say in it. He had his own puppet stings after all and Alastor more enjoyed using Husk was a form of entertainment like some clown than anything else really. In some ways he guess it could be worse but that didn't make the situation any better or bearable. Least the gig meant he could drink all he wished and wanted so there was that. Though working as a bartender meant he was basically a live in therapist on top of it. Be on the other side of the bar top he knew get enough to drink and suddenly you are tell the bartender all about your problems hoping the bottle of the bottle will show you the way out.

And a certain someone seemed to hold that thought the strongest at the hotel. As if on que when they happened across Husk's thoughts by chance Angel near about rushed through the doors at full speed. Even Husk couldn't ignore an entrance like that. They were slowly getting on to better terms so blame his wondering on that. "Angel!" He called out but they didn't seem to hear him as foot steps carried them up to the top of the flight of stairs. Husk let his wings flap a little in annoyance. But he felt like he owed it to them to least check in.

Not a pretty sight, shocked they the spider demon hadn't even made it to his room before they wound up nothing more than a ball trying to curl up on it's self in the moment. His eyes found their phone, and stopped to grab it pocketing the device before he started to make his way to Angel. Hand stretched out to gain their attention a moment. "Hey, what the-"

"Don't touch me!"

Husk stood a bit shocked by the tone, but even more at Angel himself clearly shaken and it seemed to take a lot to let Angel even show that something could shake him.

"I'm warning you right fucking now. Don't.

Husk held his hands up so if Angel looked he would see he wasn't aiming to touch them slowly moving to rest on a knee, taking a moment to look them over. He could just about see their face and worse the blacking bruise around one of Angel's eyes. His tail flickered over that but he kept his sights on Angel first. "Okay I won't touch you" He tries to assure "But what happened? never see ya pass up a second to hit up the bar. Either for a drink or to annoy me." He knows damn well something happened. The approach wasn't because he could tell. Husk was just gambling here. Hoping if he didn't bring attention to it and kept things normal and clam than maybe Angel would shake out of their own current state.

Husk dose though, let his wings spread out using them to block out Angel from sight. On the off chance anyone happens to pass by. Angel wasn't being exactly quite and his shouting might draw attention of the princess at least.

#muse| husk #questionablemuses #[ your a loser baby just like me -questionablemuses] #(yes i referenced the song xD) #muse interaction #ic reply #tw: abuse mention #tw: alchohol mention

[rphelperblog]

The Host Book Quote RP Meme

Book by stephenie meyer- feel free to edit quotes or change pronouns for rp purposes

“It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.”

“You're my very favourite person in the known universe” 

“It's not a good feeling--knowing that you profoundly deserve the title of monster. It's better to be kind than to feel guilty.” 

“I used to dream about him all the time,"

“Are tou trying to be annoying? Because if you are, then be assured, you have succeeded."

“Storytelling was the most honored of all talents, for it benefited everyone.” 

“Sometimes, fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that, though no lies were told, it was hard to remember what was strictly true.” 

You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.” 

“If I was given the choice between having the world back and having you, I wouldn't be able to give you up. Not to save five billion lives.” 

“Don't say that like you're saying goodbye.”

“You are the noblest, purest creature I've ever met. The universe will be a darker place without you,"

“No point in ignoring the truth. Doesn't make it worse to have it said out loud.” 

“Please don't run away. And, um, I'd rather you didn't kick me again either.” 

I couldn't seem to see anything around his face, just snow and sapphire and ink.”

“I knew it would begin with the end, and the end would look like death to these eyes. I had been warned.” 

“That maybe you should make the most of what time you have? That you shouldlive while you’re alive?”

“I knew the human exaggeration for sorrow-a broken heart.” 

“You and I won't lose each other, I will always find you again. No matter how well you hide. I'm unstoppable.” 

"If I asked you something, would you tell me the truth?"

“Life and love go on...” 

“Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their door step.” 

“I wanted myself. I wouldn't let what was mine be destroyed.” 

“My house, my rules!” 

“After all I've seen, if I hadn't learned compassion, I wouldn't be worth much.” 

“Just because she isn't human, do you think that means she doesn't feel pain?” 

“Without the existence of the opposite, the concept has no meaning.” 

“I belong wherever I want to be.” 

Miracles don't work that way. I'll never lose you. I'll never let you get away from me.” 

“Neither heaven nor hell can keep me apart from you,”

“Body and soul. Two different things” 

“Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached.” 

“Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.” 

“If I were a Dolphin or a Bear or a Flower, it wouldn't matter. I would always love you, always remember you. You will be my only partner.”

“You never know how much time you'll have.” 

“Sometimes the best hiding place is the one that's in plain sight.” 

“Even if we all want you here, you don't belong until you decide you do.”

“You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.” 

“Humans were always surprising me.” 

“Good luck, good luck. How I wish you didn't need it.” 

"medically speaking, I'm not sure that was the most helpful thing for his condition."

“Something I've never seen in all my lives. I'm staring at... hope."

“What am I dying for?” 

"Well, maybe a few more minutes of unconsciousness won't kill him.” 

“I held you in my hands and you were beautiful.”

“I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.” 

"You have to see that... that I can't stay. You must see that."

“Wherever the fringes of their world touch ours there is death.” 

“You may have taken the planet, but you will lose this game!” 

“And he was my friend. Not that he wouldn't kill me if things turned out that way, but he wouldn't like doing it. With humans, what more could you ask for a friend?”

“You speak as if a war were raging."

“If you throw a frog in a pot of boiling water, it will hop right out. But if you put that frog in a pot of tepid water and slowly warm it, the frog doesn't figure out what going on until it's too late. Boiled frog. It's just a metter of working by slow degrees.” 

"To the remains of the human race, one is.” 

“We should have been wiser; we should have died yesterday.”

“How sad. How frightening. To be filled with so much hate that you could not even rejoice in the healing of a child...How did anyone ever come to that point?” 

“It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.” 

“Why do you get to stay? Why can’t I stay, if you can?”

“Laughter was like a fresh breeze - it cleaned its way through the body making everything feel good. Did other species have such a simple healer?” 

“We lose each other, will always find you” 

“How did anyone survive this world, with these bodies whose memories wouldn't stay in the past where they should? With the emotions that were so strond I couldn't tell what I felt anymore?” 

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[indigowallbreaker]

Number 40 on Kiss prompts! Ferdinand and Flayn, Hoping not to get caught kiss 💕

Made this my first MerMay fic for the month! :D I don't think I've written this pair before; thanks for the opportunity!

(Taking MerMay Rarepair prompts until the end of May!)

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Just before sunset, Flayn pulled herself onto the sandbar, twisting around to check that she hadn't been followed. Apart from a few startled zebrafish, she seemed to be alone. She lay back against the sand with a groan of relief. So far their plan was working perfectly-- all that was left was to signal the docks.

Flayn flipped her seafoam green tail this way and so her scales caught the dying sunlight. It didn't take long for her to spot a certain rowboat making its way out, a certain redhead holding the oars.

Beaming, Ferdinand guided the boat alongside the sandbar before stepping out and scooping an excited Flayn into his arms. He held her tight and peppered kisses to her cheek. "I am glad you signaled when you did! I was ready to swim the harbor looking for you."

Flayn laughed against his neck. "I came as soon as I could. I've missed you dearly." Supported by his familiar freckled arms, Flayn cupped Ferdinand's face and drew him into a deep kiss. She couldn't stop her tail from curling possessively around his waist. He sighed into her, one hand coming up to hold the back of her head, calloused fingers becoming damp in her dark green hair.

Ferdinand pulled just far enough to say, "Would that we could meet more easily."

"I wish the same," Flayn said before trying to urge him back into another kiss. She had missed him, more than words could convey. She would rather kiss Ferdinand until she forgot what it felt like to not have him near.

But Ferdinand apparently wasn't finished. "Would it be so bad if your father knew about us?" He asked.

Talk of Seteth always spoiled the mood. Flayn's hands moved to Ferdinand's shoulders so she could look at him better, resigned to talking instead of kissing for now. "It would be worse than bad. My father dislikes when I speak to mermen. I can't imagine he would take kindly to my being with a human man."

"Surely he cannot have total control over your life? You told me yourself how long you have lived. Does that not earn you some autonomy?"

"He... has let up restrictions on the past, it's true. But this is a different matter altogether." Flayn shook her head. "He simply worries, Ferdinand. Given enough time, we can do away with the sneaking around. It will be a slow process but..."

Ferdinand kissed her forehead, catching a droplet of water there. "I will be patient. However long it takes."

Flayn chuckled halfheartedly. "Given our lifespans that could be a long while."

"I will wait. You are worth waiting for, dear Flayn."

Heartened, Flayn smiled into another kiss. Never before had she met a human like Ferdinand-- not in all the seas. As he broke the kiss to settle on the sandbar, holding her secure in his lap, Flayn resolved to speak to her father soon.

#squirrelines #fire emblem three houses #ferdinand von aegir #flayn fire emblem #mermay rare pair run #flayn is a sweetie i think shes be a cute mermaid #excited for more mermay stories!!! #this was nearly a modern AU then nearly a cf route starcrossed thing #and now its fish! hurray! #rare pair run

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Request: Psst... if you want some angst for Rick I have an idea... Rick having a crush on Reader and after finally working up the courage (with some help from the girls of course) he goes to tell how he feels only to see Reader kissing Cameron.

Requested by anonymous

Reader: Neutral

Rick had held some feelings for you since before either of you joined the JSA. He never told you back then, because he didn't think there was any point. He doubted you would ever want anything to do with Blue Valley High's resident delinquent, who everyone saw as nothing but trash. But the longer he spent with his friends in the JSA, the clearer it became to all of them besides you that Rick had gone from a small crush to head over heels for you. Beth, Yolanda, and Courtney spent so long trying to convince him to confess to you.

He wished they hadn't, because when he went to find you in the art room, he saw something that he never wanted to. You and Cameron Mahkent, your arms tight around each other and lips locked passionately.

All he could do was stare from the doorway. His feet wouldn't move, he couldn't speak. His fists balled up next to him, and that was when Cameron noticed a presence and stopped kissing you. You made a disappointed noise, not realizing why he ended it until you followed his gaze.

Your eyes went wide when you spotted your friend. He wasn't supposed to be there. No one was. "Oh my god! Rick?"

Cameron let go of you, allowing you to walk over to Rick and handle this. His involvement would only make it worse, he knew that from experience. Of the whole JSA, Rick liked him the least.

Rick was still in shock, only snapping out of it when you were right in front of him. "Rick, please don't tell anybody. Cam and I have been dating for a while, but I didn't mean for any of you to find out-"

"You're dating him?" A small bit of his anger was from the hurt and jealousy, but most of it was concern. Fear. Cameron was dangerous and you knew that full well. If it were anyone else, he could've accepted it as long as you were happy, but Cameron was different. "He's the enemy, Y/N! His father was a psycho and he's following right in his footsteps."

And that was exactly why you didn't want your friends to know, because by then they only saw Cameron as Icicle Jr. "Look, I get it, but I know him better than the rest of you do."

"Yeah, I saw that," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets and turning to leave before he completely broke in front of you and Cameron. "Whatever."

"Wait!" you called, reaching out to him. "Why did you even come here in the first place?"

Rick paused for a moment, and you nearly gasped when you saw the pain and heartbreak in his eyes. His voice was quieter, the harsh tone gone. "It doesn't matter..."

Your hand dropped from Rick's arm as he walked away, and not even Cameron's comforting embrace could stop the sick feeling in your stomach, both from your betrayal of your friends and what you had just pieced together after years.

When Rick met the girls again, he didn't say a damn word, and it was obvious that things hadn't gone as any of them hoped.

#rick tyler x reader #rick tyler imagine #dc comics imagine #dc imagine #dc x reader #stargirl imagine #stargirl x reader #my fics**