#i saw a sad prompt and i was like no!!!!!!! spent an hour making it funny and thats what this is

[nocturnalrat]

can you do tired stressed miles (earth42! Or regular 1610! Miles)

Miles had a stressful time at work(fighting or sumn) and reader is just being a hugeee brat so he puts her in her place 🥹💕

Hi! Thanks for the prompt!

I chose Prowler!Miles for this, as I think he’d be more assertive & possessive than our ball of sunshine aka Earth-1610 Miles. :p Enjoy!

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Dating someone with a double life had certain advantages, without question. But the list of drawbacks was just as long.

Moments like these made you realize how frustrating and difficult dating him could be sometimes.

You had planned on meeting tonight. But while you were waiting outside the movie theater, the following messages appeared on your phone:

won't make it tnight

sry

will make it up 2 u

You stared at the three texts and were irritated to no end. It had been weeks since you had last spent time together, just the two of you, and now you were being stood up by him. Again.  

When you finally arrived home, you ordered some food, worked on an essay for one of your college classes, and kept looking at the clock hanging on the wall.

Hours passed. You finished the essay, prepared a presentation for your biochem class, and tried to keep yourself awake with the help of coffee and an energy drink.

It was half past two in the morning when the front door opened quietly. He probably thought you were asleep. Well, he was wrong.

"Do you know what the word priority means?" you asked, annoyance clearly evident in your voice.

He didn't flinch when he saw you, nor did he look particularly surprised. Of course he didn't. There wasn't much that could startle Miles Morales; he was far too composed, too stoic, too stern for that.

Wretched fatigue showed on his face; he had dark circles under his eyes. Others would have found his moody demeanor threatening, but you knew that he was not half as evil as he looked. 

His reply came quick. "And do you know what the word responsibility means?"

You knew that this particular part of his life, and the responsibilities that came with it, took up a lot of his time. But that didn't mean you were happy or okay with it.

 "You stood me up three times in a row," you said, arms crossed in front of your chest. You tried not to pout too much and sound like a petulant child. "You know, Morales, not many people would put up with the shit you pull sometimes."

He raised an eyebrow and snorted. "Yeah, but you’re still here. Do you know why?" He took a few steps toward you.

"Easy one,” you replied. “Because I’m too nice and too good for you.”

“Don’t be bratty.”

“It’s the truth, though.” You shrugged, seemingly unfazed. “You know how many options I have? You’re not the only good-looking guy in New York, Miles.”

You knew immediately that you had said something wrong. His gaze darkened and he clenched his jaw.

You felt a chill run down your spine.

"What I meant by that is -" you started, but he cut you off.

"Shut up. Do you know why you’re still with me, despite the circumstances?”  

He leaned his forehead against yours and took your face in his hands.

"I asked you a question." His grip tightened.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat and attempted to shake your head, but you couldn't move; his grip was too strong. "No," you said quietly.

"Because you’re mine," he replied, and his voice was velvety and soft. "Mine alone. You belong to no one else. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Good.” He smiled as he stroked your hair. "I never want to hear you say something like that again.”

"Then stop being so tired and stressed all the time," you muttered, unable to keep the hurt and sadness from your voice.

"You wanna know what would make me feel less stressed and tired?" A smug grin appeared on his face.

You rolled your eyes. "Pretty presumptuous, don't you think?"

"I'd rather call it determined and self-assured."

"The answer’s no. You don't deserve it."

"Really?" He kissed the corner of your mouth. "Didn't you say you missed me?"

"Just because I missed you doesn't mean I'm going to throw my self-respect overboard -" But the firmness of your sentence faltered as his large hands began to caress your body.

"Mine," he whispered against your lips. "And what's mine, obeys."

You loved it when he called you his own, when he put you in your place. A tingling, warm feeling blossomed inside you.

The following day you woke up next to a handwritten note and a box of your favorite chocolate.

8 p.m. tonight, Lincoln Square 13.

It's a promise.

#miles morales x reader #prowler miles x y/n #earth 42 miles x reader #prowler miles x reader #miles x y/n

[ilguna]

Could I get a piano session of "Suburban Legends" off of 1989 TV + Finnick Odair?

☼ suburban legends (Finnick Odair) ☼

warnings; swearing,

wc; 2k

prompt; Piano Sessions: Suburban Legends by Taylor Swift.

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There is nothing that can save the sinking ship that is your relationship with Finnick.

A part of you knew that you would not make it through the summer when you started dating him in the spring. As much as you would have liked for it to be false, realistically everything began falling apart about a month in. If you had tried to fix it then, maybe this wouldn’t be happening, but instead you chose to wait.

You knew full well what was going on between him and Daniah, even before you’d started dating him. The lengths he’d go, the hoops he’d jump through—just to be able to see her for a few hours. He was so careful to hide it from you, coming up with these excuses that could never actually be feasible. 

You figured them out pretty quickly. And that should’ve been the deal breaker right there. You remember thinking it would be a better idea to end it than to continue to entertain him, or let him walk over you. If the thought of you being broken up didn’t hurt so much, you would’ve gone through with it, too.

You chose to forgive him, without ever telling him that you knew he was cheating. You wanted to initially, you spent nights rehearsing what you would say to him. You went through the phases of being angry, and then the sadness that came with it. While the infidelity would’ve taken the love out of anyone else, your heart beats for him.

Finnick is your best friend. Or rather, was. You trusted him, especially in moments that you never should have. He hasn’t done anything like that before, so you gave him the benefit of the doubt. Whereas, if it were any other boy in District Four, you wouldn’t have let it get this far. 

You never would have given them the light of day, but you handed it over to Finnick as if it didn’t mean anything to you. Lately, you’ve been blaming it on the magnetic pull that he possesses. He attracts a certain crowd, one that you shouldn’t classify in, but here you are anyway. 

Finnick is—for a lack of a better word—cool. He earned that title sometime after he won his Games, proving to the rest of the victors in Four that he was more than just a boy. He’s one of them. He deserves a place in their stupid hierarchy.

And he got it, of course. Why wouldn’t he? Finnick set the record for the youngest victor in history, one that likely won’t ever be broken again. In his first year of mentoring at fifteen, he brought you home. Which held the attention of the Capitol for the next two years, shadowing over you. He became one of the most important Darlings.

In District Four, Finnick became one of those victors that no one could get too close to without getting anxious. He had everyone wrapped around his finger, whether he wanted them or not. Which allowed him to fit right in with the victors that made the important decisions.

Despite the many attempts you’ve made to join them, they never had room for you. It didn’t matter who’s ass you kissed, if you went through a whole style change, or if you were suddenly popular in the Capitol. They didn’t want you, not until you started dating Finnick, which then got you a rite of passage.

It was a blessing and a curse after that. As you spent every waking moment trying to brag the same way they did. You dug up every secret that you’d been holding on to for special occasions just to impress Finnick. To get him to look at you the same starry-eyed way that he saw them.

The way he sees Daniah.

She’s everything that you’re not, you can see that now. She won a couple years after you did, when there was finally enough spotlight to share. She’s got the same air around her that Finnick does. They’re practically the same person, which must be why they get along so well.

But you know what they say, right? Opposites attract. They can teach each other new things, and give new opportunities. Even if they aren’t really meant to be together. Except, the only one benefitting in this situation is you, and it’s not even what you want.

You want Finnick. You want him to love you and no one else. Is that really too much to ask for?

“Are you enjoying the party?” A hand wraps around your waist, snaking to your stomach as Finnick pulls you back into him, leaning over your shoulder. “Because it looks like you’re planning an escape.”

It wouldn’t be the first time you came up with an excuse to get out of a house party like this. You don’t know why they insist on having one every weekend, they turn out to be the same as the party before. They aren’t even the talk of the district like they used to be.

“I’m having fun.” You ignore his comment, twisting in his arm to look at him.

Finnick’s curls are damn near perfect this evening, he must’ve washed his hair this afternoon to get them to look so good. Before you became his girlfriend, his bronze hair used to be a frizzy mess, unsure of how to take care of it. You taught him a different routine, and ever since, people can’t seem to keep their hands to themselves.

Neither can you.

You fix the few on his brow, he lifts a glass to his lips, tilting his head back to finish the cup. It’s likely a mixed drink, he told you earlier that he wasn’t feeling the classic drinks. It doesn’t seem like a big change, but to the people in this house, it will be.

Finnick reaches for a coaster with two of his fingers, placing it on the glass table before setting his cup on top of it. He then turns his attention to you, free hand cupping the side of your face, swaying with the music. There’s a small smile playing on his lips, gazing into your eyes.

With the two of you in your own bubble, you shift in a small circle. He holds you close to his chest, his hand rubbing your lower back. While your body begins to warm up with the love radiating off of him. How are you supposed to believe that he doesn’t want you too, when he does something like this without being prompted?

He leans forward, stealing the last of your space, lips coming for yours. You suck in a breath, wanting to dodge the kiss, because you know that it’s a bad idea. If you want to break up with him tonight, then you can’t push it. You can’t test your limits again.

It’s too late.

Finnick stops moving when his lips press into yours, wanting it to be soft, gentle. You can feel your heart skipping beats, excited that he’s touching you this way. And when he pulls back, your bones ache for more. You even catch yourself thinking that you could do this forever with him. Nothing has to change.

You could go to the Capitol together, hand in hand, showing everyone there that he’s yours. That you managed to catch the boy that they can’t get to stay. He wanted you, a girl that’s nothing like them or anyone that he surrounds himself with at home. A victor, but a lesser known one. One that doesn’t mind being quiet, one that’s fine with being overlooked. You would forget about everything else, including the way they treated you. 

But you can’t, and you won’t. 

“Finnick, we need to talk.” You tell him, hands loosening from his shirt. “And I’d rather do it in private.”

“Is everything okay?” He asks, face twisting with worry.

You press your lips together, which is telling enough to Finnick, because he takes your hand tightly to guide you through the packed house. This week, the party is being hosted at his place, which means that no matter where you go, the conversation won’t be interrupted. His people are too polite to go wandering and snooping where they shouldn’t.

He brings you upstairs, down the hall, and into his bedroom. He lets you step inside first, where you get an eyeful of his unkempt bed while he shuts the door. A bed that the two of you have shared. How many times has he brought Daniah here, too?

“Are you feeling alright?” Finnick asks, coming around.

You shake your head, “No, Finnick, I’m not.” You meet his eyes. “This isn’t working between us.”

His eyebrows twitch, his cocking to the side briefly before he straightens up. He breathes out a laugh, reaching for you. “What do you mean, (Y/n)?”

You avoid his hands, pushing them away. “I mean that we’re in two different places, and I am not what you’re looking for.” You watch his face smooth out, beginning to understand. “I don’t belong here.”

“You don’t have to belong here, (Y/n). Not as long as you’re with me.” He sighs. “And you are what I’m looking for. We wouldn’t be dating if I wasn’t.”

“Daniah.” Her name slips from your mouth before you can catch it. Finnick visibly pales. “Cayden, Sitara, Emrin.” You list. “Are they also not what you’re looking for?”

“They mean nothing to me, honey.”

“They mean enough, if you’re sneaking away to be with them everyday.” You hold up your hand. “I’ve already made up my mind. We’re finished.”

“I haven’t talked to them in a very long time.”

“A week is not a long time.” You point at him.

“Since we began dating in March?” He challenges. “I stopped.”

“You can’t lie to me, Finn. I’ve known this entire time. I’ve just been ignoring it because I couldn’t stand the idea of this ending.” You motion between the two of you. “But I’m over it now. I’m over the lying and the dodging and the stuffy parties.”

You back up for the door, hand reaching for the knob. Finnick is shaking his head, following after you. “You can’t just leave, (Y/n).”

“I am.” You tell him, stepping out.

“You’ll come back.” He tells you, and it’s not because he’s being confident. There’s a look in his eyes, “We’ll get back together. There’s something between us that won’t keep you away.”

He must know this is a chink in your armor, because you hesitate for a second. Does he think about you the same way? You shake your head, trying to rid the thoughts.

“I’m not coming back.”

You turn for the stairs, heading down them quickly. Thankfully, the door isn’t too far from the bottom step. You squeeze between the nicely dressed upper-class, passing the glass table with Finnick’s empty cup. Once you make it to the front door, you know that you’re safe, because he won’t risk chasing you out.

The warm summer air feels nice against your face. You leave the house, and when you swing the door shut, you lock your composure inside by accident. Unable to retrieve it, you let the tears build in your eyes as you leave Finnick’s porch, heading for your house a good number of feet down the sidewalk.

This was the right thing to do. You had to break up with him, because he never would have done it. He had himself convinced the same way that you did, he would have let the two of you drown if it meant you stayed together. As if he couldn’t stand the idea of hurting you.

For your sake, you hope that he’s not right. You don’t want to run back to him.

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this was part of my 3k celebration!!

#ilguna #finnick odair #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair oneshot #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x yn #finnick odair x y/n #finnick imagine #finnick oneshot #finnick fanfic #finnick x reader #finnick x you #finnick x yn #finnick x y/n #thg #the hunger games #anon #ask #requested #3k celebration #angst

[aurora-starwars]

Ooh I just saw a cute little AU prompt I wanna see if it can be used! So it’s the soulmate au where the reader shares eye color in one eye with their soulmate. I’d love it if you could do an angsty fluffy Anakin x reader would mate au with Anakin in his revenge of the sith era? Also, I was wondering if you write for Stargate or know any writer who does on here? There’s not enough Stargate love and it makes me sad 😞. Thanks lovely!

The Look of Terror In Your Eyes

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader; Soulmate au!!!!

Summary: Reader is one of padmé’s handmaidens, and while joining her on Mustafar, she finds a familiar pair of eyes. Eyes that shouldn’t be as red as they are…

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: fire, sobbing, sith, evil anakin, star wars stuff, related violence (not really) Idk, you let me know…

A/n: Thank you so much for waiting and requesting! Took a while to get out but I was feeling the angst after ep 7 of The Last Of Us. 😭😭😭 Also, sorry, I don’t know any writers for stargate! i had to look it up 😭😭, but if anyone has any recommendations, comment them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, sorry for the long break y’all!!! <33333333

P.s: I love the soulmate au trope!!!!! <3

Masterlist

[Name] always loved the idea of a soulmate. The mere thought of a perfect person for her, a soul that perfect for hers sounded marvellous. Two hearts connected by the grace of the universe, or as the Jedi believe, the force. Many people debated the origin of this special connection between organisms; specifically humanoids. Some thought it was their planet’s deity that blessed–and in some cases, cursed– the living beings with companionship, others thought it wasn’t real, that it was all just some trick of a decease or parasite. But most have concluded and agreed that it was the work of the seemingly magic that holds the universe together; the force.

[Name] was a big fan of any theory or story she could hear about soulmates. Free time was spent asking the people around her about their second eye. She always wondered how other’s knew which eye was whose, and she was always met with, “You only know when you meet them, when you lock eyes.” [Name] often liked to imagine what her soulmate looked like. Which eye would be her soulmate’s and which would be her own? What would her soulmate look like with a body around her matching eyes? Would they be brunette? Blond? Would they be a man? Be a woman? What would it look like when they eventually locked eyes? Would their eyes fill with the amount of love [Name] knew that she would feel for them?

Thoughts of her special someone flooded her mind every moment she had time to think. And as much as she loved to think about it, she hardly had time too. [Name] was a busy girl as she was a handmaiden of Padmé and often was travelling, doing one of the other girls make up or switching places with Padmé in order to keep her safe. The senator was the girls main priority and honestly, she was their pride and joy.

This busy job didn’t keep [Name]’s thoughts from wandering at night and like a magnet, her mind would gravitate to her soulmate. She only began to think more about it after a trip to Naboo, where [Name] learned of two of Padmé’s previous handmaidens who were soulmates and had met each other through the former Queen’s protection program. While a wonderful story, [Name] couldn’t help but think about if she would meet her soulmate on the job, if ever. It was a large universe and more often than not, soulmates die before they are ever able to meet the soul destined for them.

Days in the senate were quiet and beyond mundane. And while every once and a while Padmé and her causes would get a win, those times were few and far in-between. Majority of days were spent in the rooms that were provided for the senators, pouring over documents and finding information on how to fix the wrongs of the galaxy, diplomatically.

But these issues are never resolved overnight, and after years of tireless hours of dedicated work within the senate, [Name] found herself less and less hopeful of the wonderful life she pictured outside of the senate. She dreamed of a life with her soulmate, back on Naboo, where she could be with her family and friends. Somewhere nice, somewhere where she could live out the rest of her life out in peace surrounded by everything she has ever loved.

Those dreams always seemed silly once she was sat in the senate, watching over Padmé time and time again, no hope that this life would cease. That the war would end and they could go back home once they finally had did all they could in repairing the senate. That [Name] could finally live out her happily ever after with the one she dreams of, but knows nothing of. Nothing but what one of their eye’s looks like.

Although soulmates could come as romantic or platonic, [Name] never cared. [Name] would be happy to not be lonely. To have someone by her side for the rest of her life. That was all [Name] dreamed of. Not being alone.

That was why she took the job after all. Of course, when the former Queen calls, it is hard to decline the honour of protecting the one and only Padmé Amidala. But that deal becomes a whole lot sweeter when there is a promise of a group of girls accompanying you. A promise that you will not be alone. That was very incising for [Name].

And while most of the senate meetings were snore inducing and late nights reading and rereading documents was beyond tedious, it was made incredibly better by the girls who had also agreed to lay their lives of the line for Padmé. They had become a sisterhood of sorts, a unbreakable friendship formed between them and there was an unspoken understanding that while they worked with Padmé, they were in for anything. That meant life or death, they stood together in order for Padmé to prosper.

That security meant everything to [Name]. In fact, that was everything to [Name]. Since she joined Padmé on her trip to Coruscant all of those years ago, [Name] has practically forgotten who she used to be, and was convinced that a part of her lied in this job. And that part would be ripped from her if she ever left the job, and she would be left alone.

Her dreams of meeting her soulmate never died though. In fact, that is what got her through every day. Every day that she spent with the people she loved so much, every day she dreaded them being taken from her. Thoughts and dreams of a perfect world, with her perfect person. No war, no slavery, no crime, just two souls meeting and living out the rest of their lives, just one day at a time.

But as she stood in front of the mirror of the fresher, all of those thoughts flew out the window. Traveling with Padmé as her escort, [Name] ended up on a J-type Naboo star skiff headed towards Mustafar. [Name] didn’t know why they were going to Mustafar or what would be waiting for them on the old mining planet, but she did know that she wasn’t ready.

It didn’t matter what met them on Mustafar, because all that really mattered to [Name] in the moment, was her reflection. Or more specifically, her right eye that had turned a gnarly, fresh blood red, with irises the colour of acid.

It only took a matter of moments before [Name] found tears running down her face. She pulled at the skin of her cheeks, moving in closer to look if what she had seen was right before closing her eyes. It was a vicious loop; pull, look, cover. She wasn’t sure how long this went on for, finding herself heaving on the floor what felt like a century later. What was she going to do?

She had heard of Sith eyes. Many had, especially if one had spent any time on Coruscant. The tales of Jedi going to the dark side were relatively popular in the upper-levels of Coruscant. The nasty evil that had become a cataclysmic emergency in galaxy had ruthlessly killed millions with no regard for life. That was of course until the Jedi Order vanquished them. The nasty plague that was the Sith had been thought to have been defeated, extinct, as of many, many years ago. But yet, her [Name] was, with her right eye as bright as the sun, glowing so bright, it was as if it was haunting her.

What does this mean?

Am I going to die?

Am I Sith?

Will I hurt innocent people?

Am I evil?

Thoughts infiltrated her mind without mercy and terror tore through her brain like a violent hurricane. Her mind was spinning.

Millions of lives have been lost at the hands of the Sith. Millions of innocent caught in the reign of terror the Sith brought where ever they went. How could [Name] be like them?

Then it hit her like a freighter.

Her soulmate.

Her soulmate, the one she had dreamed and fantasized about her whole life, a Sith. Pure evil, working for causes that only bring harm to the universe. Lying on the floor, [Name]’s sobs wracked through her body, the only rest she got is when she started to violently leave heave before more tears and loud sobs found their way from her lungs.

It made sense though, she was never a Jedi, never force sensitive. So why would her pair of eyes be the distinct aggressive colour of the force sensitive Sith?

The Sith wasn’t her, so that only left her soulmate. Her wonderful, beautiful soulmate of which she has never met. And as she curls deeper into herself, [Name] questions whether she would actually meet them.

And whether or not she wants too.

Just as [Name]’s sobs and shook started to subside, [Name] felt the familiar jolt of the ship landing. A cool chill shot up her back as she made her way to her feet. Looking into the mirror once more, she found that both the eyes were back to how she remembered them to be. What they had always been her entire life. Wiping her eyes, [Name] tried to clear all evidence of her tears and break down.

[Name] closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. The sound of the ships engine shutting off reminded her of where she was. Right, Mustafar; the place where Padmé was rushing to in order to help a friend. Letting out a breath, she made a promise to herself to help Padmé out with whatever.

[Name] stood next right next to Padmé as the hatch lowered and the red hazed glow of the lava coated planet overwhelmed her vision. As she was momentary blinded, Padmé ran down the ramp towards a cloaked figure. From the distance, [Name] couldn’t hear much but she could make out a faint conversation as she slowly approached.

“I saw your ship, what are you doing out here?” The brunette man spoke as he leaned into the hug Padmé was giving him, before pulling away and holding on to the sides of her arms.

“I was worried about you, Obi-wan told me terrible things,” Padmé looked up at him, and from her tone of voice, something [Name] knew very well, it was evident that Padmé was very upset.

“What things?” He questioned, not harshly, but certainly not in a tone of voice one should use with a senator.

“He said that you’ve turned to the dark side. That you…” Padmé began, before pausing, struggling to find the strength within her to whisper the words.

“Killed younglings,” She muttered in horror. Terror was set in her eyes, but there was not quiver of disbelief in her tone, no indicator to [Name] that this man wouldn’t do such a thing.

“Obi-wan is trying to turn you against me,” The man spoke after a moment, his voice deep with the familiar feel of unnerve that Padmé and her handmaidens have become so used to in the senate.

“He cares about you, Anakin,” Padmé argued, although it didn’t sound like an argument, more like a plea. “He wants to help you.”

Anakin’s eyebrows furrowed, “Nothing can save me, only my new powers can do that.”

Padmé took a step back and [Name] took two steps forward.

“At what cost?” Padmé looked into his eyes once again, and as [Name] could see, she was begging. “You’re a good person. Don’t do this.”

“I am becoming more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of,” Anakin's gaze was intense, his eyes narrowed on Padmé as if at any point she would stab him and run away.

“I am more powerful than the chancellor. I-I can over throw him,” Anakin began taking steps forward and quickly Padmé started taking steps back.

“And together you and I can rule the galaxy, make things the way we want them to be,” Anakin stops moving, watching Padmé eagerly in hopes that she will agree.

Taking another step back, Padmé shakes her head, “I don’t believe what I am hearing. Obi-wan was right. You’ve changed.”

Anakin scuffs, shaking his head before raising his finger, “I don’t wanna hear any more about Obi-wan. The Jedi turned against me, don’t you turn against me,” That sounded like a command.

“I don’t know you anymore. Anakin, you’re my best friend, you are like my brother,” Padmé plead, her voice broken and littered with heartbreak. It might not have sounded like it, but those few words meant everything to Padmé. Those words were like a code that only one of her handmaidens could crack. That [Name] could crack.

The words whispered of betrayal, of heart break and of a familiar love that she cannot part with. She truly loved Anakin, the sister in her seemed to shine through as she spoke with the man.

“You’re going down a path I can’t follow.”

“Because of Obi-wan?”

“Because of what you’ve done,” Padmé sobbed, her voice raising as she neared her breaking point. [Name] finally made her way behind Padmé as she spoke again, “Because of what you plan to do.”

And as [Name] laid her hand on Padmé’s shoulders, bring her back slightly, Anakin’s eyes were back on the ship. [Name] rubbed Padmé’s arms gently in attempts to comfort the distressed girl and as she did so, it was almost as if she could feel the rage from the man behind her. [Name] tried to pay no mind, busying herself with the sobbing girl before her. Padmé’s head raised, looking up from the spot she marked on the ground, and gasped as she made eye contact with you.

“Liar!” Anakin yelled, bring the attention back to him. And when [Name] eyes drifted over to the simmering man, she found herself looking into a very familiar set of eyes.

Her eyes.

The same pair of eyes that stare back at her in her reflection every day, mirrored.

A gasp left [Name]’s throat, bringing his attention to her. As his gaze connected with hers, his eyes faded from one red, and one of [Name]’s to just infectious red. A wave of comfort went through [Name]’s body as she stared into the eyes that she has been dying to meet.

But instead of relief, or joy, [Name] only felt gutted. The harsh heat from the surrounding lava did nothing to sooth the soaring stinging in her eyes as she watches the man before her look behind her again. She hardly even notices when another man, a Jedi, passes her. As angry words were exchanged and she found herself losing focus, standing by the side as she watches the Jedi and the Sith duel to the death.

Her world just flipped its axis, leaving her body to adjust. Emotionally, physically. The biological reaction to meeting one’s soulmate was to release serotonin, dopamine, and oxytocin, all chemicals in one’s brain responsible for happiness. But in this moment, those hormones were only adding to the increasing feeling of emptiness growing in her heart.

She had just watched her supposed soulmate turn to the dark side before her eyes. Choosing to assist the death of others rather than assist the quality of living for others. Everything [Name] and Naboo has ever help to fix in the senate could be destroyed in a snap of her own soulmate’s fingers.

How was she going to live her life know what she was tied to? Would he come back to the light? Would he die? Would she?

Or would she give up everything she has ever known for the chance of a life partner? Someone who will never leave her.

[Name] drops to her knees, a suppressed sob managed its way to the surface, bringing sharp tears from her eyes.

The famous Anakin Skywalker, former Jedi knight, [Name]’s soulmate, leaving tears in her eyes. And as she watches the blurry two duel, she finds that not only is there tears in her eyes, but also terror.

A/n: I got a little carried away with this, and it might have gotten a little off topic, but I hoped you liked it. I haven’t edited it yet, but I will get to it! Thank you so much for reading and waiting!!! <333333 Let me know what you think! Love y’all to the stars!

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The boy is mine (Jade's edition)

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie has a plan for a romantic night, but things go awry (2k words)

Contents: Anxiety, Eddie is self deprecating, hurt/comfort (kinda), no gendered terms for reader except mention that their hand is smaller then Eddie's and reader is called beautiful, a literal fire (please look up fire safety), fluff

A/N: So I saw this the first day it was posted and I thought it was a fun idea and saved the prompt by @carolmunson. I've been writing this for a bit,, but like I have had such bad mental fog and generalized pain recently I have been having a hard time focusing...I think I kind of misinterpreted the rules a bit...so here is sad lump of a contribution. Call me Stitch the way I am telling myself "it may be little and broken but still good".

18+ only

The night had started well, at least Eddie thought it had. He promised you a romantic night in. He even prepped for it.

Eddie rented sappy love movies, getting advice by Harrington and Buckley surprisingly. Harrington stated flowers were the way to go, but then started arguing with Buckley. While entertaining, Eddie learned more about the languages of romance from Buckley then he did about romantic gifts. But he wrote down to get flowers.

So he watched the movies. And Eddie was high paid a lot of attention and basically learned to make a grand speech. Big pour out your heart moment. Which, he felt he always talked your ear off, so he could totally do.

Eddie then read those magazines all the cheerleaders gossiped and giggled over. He didn't learn much except some tips for the best kiss. Cup the person's cheek and lean in slowly. Build the suspense. Eddie could do that.

Give you flowers. Make a speech. Cup your cheek as he kisses you. Eddie had this in the bag! Each point written in his little notebook.

And then the reality of you coming to his trailer hit him when you called to confirm the date was still on that morning. He hung up the phone after flirting a bit and looked around his house. Nerves flooded his system as he looked at it with the perspective of an outsider. He didn't want it to look bad. And it was, well, it wasn't bad but definitely could be cleaner.

So Eddie had vacuumed and dusted the entire trailer. Tossed empty pizza boxes in the trash. Sprayed some cologne around the trailer to cover the scent of weed, then cursed himself for using the expensive cologne when there was a bottle of air freshener in the bathroom.

Had picked up his clothes scattered across his room and shoved them all, clean and dirty, into the closet. Had made sure his bed had more then one pillow, grabbing spare throw pillows and tossing them towards the headboard. Even if he didn't think there was a chance you would enter his bedroom tonight, he wanted to be prepared.

Eddie had even started dinner before you arrived. An easy roast that Wayne had made hundreds of times. Thrown meat, potatoes, onions, and carrots into the pot, seasoned it and thrown it all in the oven.

It was newer, this thing between you, and he wanted to get it all right. You'd been friends for years, just recently evolved into dating. It was easy to hold your hand and throw an arm around your shoulder before, stealing those small intimate moments and pretending it meant something more. But now it does mean more. Truly, it always had, but neither of you had said anything. Because like usual, Eddie was the coward and ran.

He spent what felt like minutes (it had been hours) looking back at the notes, the plan. He had even sketched some pictures of you and him as he studied. Gave himself some sweet new tattoos and piercings and muscles while you had hearts around your head. By the time he stopped rereading the same points over and over again, he realized you would be there within the hour.

And he already failed the first point, flowers. It had completely spaced him what with the studying, but he had other things he had been wanting to give you so he figured he could wing it. He rehearsed everything in his mind, having various conversations with you. He would take your coat, be charming as ever, and you would fall for him even more then you already had.

But the plan immediately left his mind when you had arrived. Eddie could feel his face flush as his eyes trailed up and down your figure. All the rushing thoughts in his head suddenly stopped. All he could think was Damn, how'd I get so lucky?

"You're beautiful." Eddie mumbled in awe as you had shrugged off your coat. And then you smiled and Eddie realized he had messed up the plan. He thought he had went through every variable but he hadn't. It wasn't you that was going to fall more in love with him tonight, but Eddie was going to fall more in love with you.

Eddie twirled a piece of hair around his finger, unable to meet your eyes. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his palms were begin to sweat. He couldn't help but shift from foot to foot. "Oh I uh....got you something," Eddie smiled and turned to leave before hesitating and motioning to the couch," You can uh sit...or stand, standing is good too! I'll be right back."

Eddie cursed himself the whole time he walked away because of how stupid he was. He could stage elaborate campaigns but couldn't seem to form a single sentence in your presence. Eddie grabbed the gift off his dresser and inhaled slowly, mentally yelling at himself to be cool for once in his life.

And faltered in his steps.

Because you were sat on the couch. Not just on the edge of the cushion like those who he dealt to who couldn't wait to get out of his presence. No, you were fully relaxed into the cushion. You looked comfortable. You looked like you belonged.

And Eddie couldn't squash the butterflies that took flight in his stomach. And he sat on the cushion next to you, fighting the urge to wrap you in his arms and hold you close.

"I got you this," Eddie declared as he handed you a rock. A small, smooth stone that fit in the palm of your hand. Your mouth parted but no words came out. Eddie bit his lip as you slowly turned the stone over in your hands, staring at it.

"I saw it and I thought, well, I thought of you and it matches your eyes and-" Eddie huffed out a laugh and shook his head," Sorry, it's stupid just give it back."

Eddie moved to grab it out of your hand but you slapped at his arm and clenched the stone in your hand. "No, it's mine!" You held your hand to your chest and glared at him. "It's stupid," Eddie looked down. "It is not." "It is!"

"Are you serious? If you don't stop we're gonna have a problem. This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me." You beamed at him. Joy and adoration written clearly across your face. Eddie slowly grinned back as you dared to open your palm and look at the stone again. "My precious," you wiggled your eyebrows at him, making him bark out a laugh as he relaxed.

"Let's save a ring for a later date." He joked, even as his mind raced. You quoted Lord of the Rings! You were sitting on his couch holding a rock he thought was the same shade as your eyes and you liked it!! He was done for. Completely head over heels fallen for you. Said he would never marry yet here he was planning his vows and everything.

"Seriously, Eddie, this is so sweet." Your hand grasped his. Your hand was smaller then his, fitting perfectly. Fingers interlocked hesitantly and then more surely. Eddie's eyes fell to your lips. Your tongue darted out slightly and wet them. And he started to lean in.

The air was thick, and not just with the tension, the anticipation. Your lips were milliseconds to coming in contact with his when Eddie's nose twitched as he caught a familiar scent. Your lips landed on Eddie's cheek as he turned so quickly to face the kitchen he gave himself whiplash.

Thick smoke started to waft out of the room. "Oh fuck!" He jumped up as the smoke detector finally started doing its job and screeched out an annoying beep. Eddie ran into the kitchen with you hot on his heels.

Eddie opened the oven door, smoke billowing out," SHITshitshit-" Eddie cursed as he slammed the door shut, coughing slightly. Your hand reached past him to shut off the oven before darting over to the window and throwing it open.

Eddie's eyes darted to the sink below the window. Stop, drop, and roll- wait no that was if you were on fire. But water beats fire in almost every scenario, right? Except oil, shit did he add oil? No, he didn't add anything except the food and the seasoning so it should all be good right?

"Stand back!" Eddie yells over the screeching alarm. Grabbing the pot holders, he throws the oven door open. Smoke billows past him as he makes a mad dash for the pot, grasping the handles and throwing it in the sink. He throws the faucet on, water pouring over the burnt food and pot.

Steam billows up with smoke, mingling in the air before flowing out the window. A hissing sound from the cool water hitting the hot pot fills the air. You fan the flames towards the open window. "Oh fuck." You cough as your eyes fill with tears from the smoke. Eddie winces as flurried apologies fall from his lips.

The pot, not on fire at least, starts to lessen up on producing smoke. Eddie deems it safe to leave and grabs your hand, dragging you outside. His hands on your shoulders guide you to sit on the steps as you continue to intermittently cough. Eddie rushes back into the kitchen, double checking that the oven was off, and quickly grabs a mug holding it under the still running faucet.

Eddie rushes back outside to you, almost missing the step and face planting. And wouldn't that have been the icing on the cake. Would that make Eddie or the embarrassment of faceplanting be the vanilla frosting? Who even created that saying? Cake was good and this was not good. Eddie shook his head of these thoughts as he sank down on the step next to you.

Eddie hands you the mug of water. You drink it in big gulps, a small dribble of water falling out of the side of your mouth towards your chin. Eddie wipes it away with his thumb as he apologizes," I am so sorry, I don't even know what happened."

"Is this Garfield?" You peer at the mug, as if Eddie almost didn't kill you. "Uh yeah, was in a rush, sorry I didn't grab like a nicer cup. I just ran out...to you..." "Don't apologize, I like Garfield," you mumble taking another drink of the water.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asks, hands running up and down your shoulders, eyes checking you over. "Think I hacked up a lung from all the smoke...," you rub your sternum," Man, my lungs do not like smoke...and you like that?" Eddie let out a nervous laugh," Yeah no sorry, only when its weed. Never really inhaled a straight fire before."

You look up into Eddie's eyes that are full of concern. "Well, I'd recommend like not doing that. But I'm okay, it startled me more then anything," You give a soft smile. "You sure?" "Positive." You knock his shoulder with yours.

Eddie's eyes search your figure, ensuring you aren't lying to him. You ignore him, opting to set the mug down on the ground. Fingers brushing against a dandelion, yellow and bright. You pluck it from the ground and twirl it between your fingers.

You're okay. You're holding a dandelion and you're okay. You aren't acting like you hate him. You aren't making excuses and leaving. You aren't leaving like everyone else-

Eddie's shoulders relax as the tension leaves his body. You're okay. Your relationship is okay. He didn't ruin everything. You're smiling at a fucking dandelion while his heart feels like it has run a marathon.

You're oblivious to his plight as you lean over and tuck the dandelion behind his ear," Maybe don't smoke that. Looks pretty on you." "Not that kind of weed." "Yeah dumb joke sorry."

A slow exhale escapes him as he shakes his head,"No it's good I'm just," Eddie waves his hand in front of him," like what the fuck just happened? I am never cooking again. I'll just take you to Enzo's. I fucked up. Sorry for ruining the date."

Your hand cupped his cheek as you ducked down to meet his eyes," Hey, no. You didn't ruin the date." Eddie rolls his eyes slightly," Almost killing you? Yeah, pretty sure i ruined it." You bump your knee against Eddie's, "it's not ruined and you didn't almost kill me. Small food fire, happens to everyone. I lit popcorn on fire once. Besides, if you did happen to kill me, at least I would have died happy and in love. And you'd be stuck with me cause ghost me is absolutely haunting you."

Eddie can't help but laugh slightly," Oh? You think you'd be a ghost and not get another chance at life? Be reincarnated or whatever?" "Well, even if I was reincarnated, I'd find you again."

Eddie scoffs, "C'mon, don't say that.. That's not even true, you'd totally be able to move on. You wouldn't need little old me." You grab his face and peer into his eyes," Eddie Munson, I will always need you. In this life and whatever happens after. You and me? We're it. Maybe it should be too soon to say, but I feel it in my bones. You're it for me Eddie. Together now, forever, and when everything ceases to exist we'll be in nothing together. I will always be with you because I will always love you."

You lean in and Eddie thinks his heart stops. Your hand holding his cheek in place, thumb lightly brushing back and forth. His eyes flutter shut as your lips finally touch his. It was soft and sweet, lips slowly parting and melding together in a dance that sent shivers down Eddie's spine. He sighed into the kiss as you leaned closer into each other. Your hands threading through his hair, his wrapping around your waist. Lips moving in tandem, tongues darting out tentatively.

You only part when you both are gasping for air. Soft smiles and longing glances shared as the sun sets. "I love you too." Eddie traces your cheekbone with his finger. "You better." You joke. Your combined giggles fill the air as you continue to steal kisses from each other.

The night may not have been the most romantic. Or gone to plan, like, at all. But it was one Eddie already knew that when he thought about he would be able to feel his heart swell with love. And as he kissed you Eddie thought, yeah you were it for him.

#Was gonna change my user from Jade but I have nothing that feel more like me (was going to be Jade for literal years and now it doesn't fit) #Maybe thats just the mental fog making everything not normal for me tho #Have yall burned anything before?? I remember so many times my family has...or maybe they just can't cook #Cheese fell off a pizza once and caught fire on the bottom of the oven...microwaveable popcorn when someone hit 5 minutes instead of 2 #None of them were fire fires but small things burning with lots of smoke #Be safe yall please learn fire safety and what to do or not do with kitchen fires #Anyways I love you all and I am going to go read everyone else's submissions okay byeeeeee #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson x y/n #eddie munson/you #eddie munson/reader #Jade is Talking #Also yes you did everything Eddie planned to do...so it did happen according to plan just not Eddie doing it #ALSO ALSO I have found a rock in every shade okay green grey blue brown white black etc #So it is possible to find a rock in every shade okay pls dont be like green is not a rock IT IS or maybe I'm colorblind #I'm not I've passed colorblind studies (for work) many times

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Golden Retriever Person A/Black Cat Person B OTP Prompts

(i saw a tiktok and was like "yes, i need prompt" but couldn't find any. so i'm making my own. also, sorry in advance for any spelling mistakes.)

Having an event/party to go to and Person A having to practically force Person B to get ready, reassuring them that they will have a good time, they promise. Upon arrival, A goes off and enjoys themselves while B stays in the corner, their social battery completely drained. A notices B and goes over to "charge them back up" until the event ends. (how they do that is up to you ;))

Going out to the pool and Person B just wants to relax and sunbathe, but Person A isn't having any of that. Person B came prepared though, throwing an assortment of water toys into the water to have A fetch, which kept them entertained for hours.

Person A having an extreme bout of energy, practically bouncing off the walls and talking a mile a minute. Person B is fed up and finally snaps, causing A to stop in their tracks and sit down. B looks over at A who is giving them the most stupidest, biggest, dopiest smile known to man which breaks B's stoicism.

Both of them are hanging out with mutual friends. B tells A to go do something for them, to which A happily complies. Their friends ask B about it, to which they respond "A would commit several felonies if I asked they to." And they would.

A began to notice that B never returns their affection in public. They mope around, wanting B to notice them and reassure them but they never do. Finally, at the end of the night, A breaks down and asks whether B actually loved them or not. This shatters B's heart, which leads to A getting a million and one kisses and cuddles all night.

A, who can barely boil water, decides to cook/bake something for B. At the end, what was supposed to be an "easy 15 minute recipe" turned into 3 1/2 hours, 4 fires, 2 trips to the store for forgotten items, and a kitchen covered in flour (bonus if the recipe didn't even call for flour). A presents B with their dish, hoping they'd like it. They didn't, but they didn't want to break A's heart, so they forced the whole plate down. And well, the hour and a half spent stuck in the bathroom was worth seeing A's smile.

Both of them go to a carnival/fair. A is really hyped and wants to ride every ride 10 times. B, on the other hand, only really came for funnel cakes and stuffed animals from those rigged games. After spending hours chasing A around, almost puking on several rides, and getting dizzy on spinning teacups, B persuades A to go on the Ferris wheel, wanting a small break. A whines, bored and wanting to go on a faster ride when they notice that B had fallen asleep beside them. They hadn't even realized how drained B was until now. Once the ride was over, A took them home and gave them a bunch of snuggles. (this has my actually heart.)

A is in a confrontation with a group of bullies/gang. "I wouldn't mess with me if I were you." "Oh yea? And what would you do if we do, A?" "Oh no, I wouldn't do anything, but my good friend, B, will." As' bright, innocent smile almost distracted the bullies from the dangerous, foreboding presence of B behind A, waiting for someone to lay a finger on A.

A introducing a tired B to their friend group. "This is my lovely partner. Say hi B!" B would give them a small wave before turning to A. "I want a Red Bull." "Baby, isn't it a little earl-" I said I. Want. A. Red. Bull." "Yes, of course." A scurries off to go get them a Red Bull as their friends sit there in a mix of amusement and worry.

B feeling sad and dejected and A asking them about it. "I don't know, A, I just feel people are intimidated by me. I just want to talk to them." "Well, what could possibly make them scared of you?" "They said I was glaring at them while cutting onions, but I was trying not to cry, that's all! Do you find me scary, A?" "Of course not! You're as cute as a button!"

(slightly suggestive, proceed with caution!!!) A is sexually frustrated but doesn't know how to let B know without feeling embarassed. However, B had put two and two together when they caught A eye-fucking them across the room, squirming in their seat. B found extremely joy in teasing A all day. Night comes and B finally lets A "release" their frustrations. ;)

(I want to start doing this more often. my thoughts are too dangerous to be left alone in my head. )

#writing prompts #otp prompts #creative writing #writeblr #i need sleep #please help

[misshoneyimhome]

Hey! So I'm back with another Fifi (Kevin Fiala) request, I saw this prompt in a list around and I thought that it would be amazing if you could write him: "They had very different approaches to problem solving and it took some time to figure out how to accept that without getting into fights every time they disagreed on something.

Like they fight over a situation got mad at each other, maybe spend a few days like that, but when they start missing the other its time to make up, and the reconciliation it's just filled with love, passion and desire.

Thank you ! 😘❤️

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Alrighty love, my apologies for the delay! Christmas kept me quite occupied; Anyway, I hope you like this Fifi story 🤍 I aimed for a gentle and warm vibe, hoping it didn't contain too much angst or sadness 😅😉 as always, feel free to let me know what you think 🥰

Kevin Fiala x reader

Word count: 2.9K

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We spent the late nights making things right between us I Kevin Fiala 🖋️

"Hey, schätzi, I'm back home..." Kevin Fiala announced wearily as he trudged through the front door, holding a gym bag in one hand and a bag of take-out in the other.

"Perfect timing," you said with a smile, meeting him in the hallway while adjusting your earring. "Do you need about 5 minutes to freshen up before we go out? Put on a new shirt perhaps?"

Kevin looked at you, slightly confused.

"Go out? Where to?" he asked. "I've just returned home..."

"Yeah, well, we're meeting Linsey and John before the gallery event... Remember I mentioned it this morning before you went for training?" you tried to explain without sounding like you were nagging, as you had already informed your boyfriend about the plans, which he appeared to have forgotten.

"I'm not going anywhere tonight," the man in front of you sighed deeply, dropping his bag on the floor, kicking off his shoes, and heading to the dining room.

"What do you mean you're not going anywhere?" you questioned, with a slightly firmer tone.

"Babe, I've had a 12-hour day, with practice, meetings, and workouts... I'm not up for navigating a crowd at a gallery..."

You struggled to contain yourself as his words sank in, disappointment filling your body and mind.

"Kev, we've planned this for months... we can't just bail now."

"Just go without me?" he said casually, unpacking his dinner.

"But I don't want to go without you..." you tried to explain, your voice rising slightly as his overly casual attitude started to irritate you, as if he didn't care about your evening plans at all.

"Come on, what's the problem?" Kevin chuckled lightly, grabbing a plate as he prepared to enjoy his meal, not even considering your dinner plans. "This is clearly something you want to do, and I'm just too tired... so, just go..."

But you found nothing amusing about it.

You'd marked this event months ago on the calendar. You'd reminded him multiple times, before and after the road trip. Sure, today had been a long day for him with hockey, but that was his job, and you couldn't understand why he couldn't make this one effort for you.

"What's the problem?" you asked rhetorically, echoing his question. "My problem is that we had plans for tonight, together, and now you suddenly don't want to go because you're 'too tired'... you were aware of tonight, and all I'm asking is for you to put on a clean shirt and join me for a couple of hours for something I'd like to do. Can't you do that for me? Not just this once..."

Your tone had raised a little more as you felt stunned by his response to the situation. He was behaving so carelessly, and you simply couldn't handle it.

"It's just an event at the gallery..."

"Just an... yes, precisely, Kev! It's ONE event... ONE evening I'm asking you to do this for me... EVERY DAY is about YOU and hockey... And I always support you through it – I'm at games until late at night despite having to work the following day, or I always have a meal ready for when you get home!"

"I'm not asking you to do all that for me..."

Anger surged through your body as you explained your disappointment, feeling completely content in confronting him. But the audacity he had to question your loyalty and his justify his unwillingness to do something for you in return.

"Alright then... then maybe I will go without you," you huffed, slowly realising that he wasn't going to change his mind. "You enjoy your takeout... and by the way, no, I wasn't hungry. I already ate the dinner I made for us – leftovers are in the fridge, but thank you for asking," you spoke sharply, before heading back to the hallway. There, you finished getting dressed, put on your heels and coat, slammed the door firmly enough for Kevin to notice, and made your way to your car.

**

This wasn't the first time such a situation had happened. Since moving in with Kevin a little under a year ago, it had happened a couple of times before. He'd return home late, or later than expected, forgetting plans you had, leading to an argument.

The first time, he had relented and joined you for the evening you'd planned. 

The second time, you had to cancel on your girlfriends last minute. It was just before a road trip, and Kevin had expected you to stick around since he wanted to spend time with you.

And in both cases, the tension had eventually dissipated as you relaxed in each other's company, knowing your love for each other surpassed everything.

But this time, it felt different.

You had been eagerly looking forward to this event, and so had Linsey and John, two of your closest friends, and you were all set to meet up and attend tonight's gallery event. Naturally, you had expected your boyfriend to join since it meant a lot to you. Yet, as had happened multiple times before, he was simply tired after a long day at the rink. Seemingly, he was too exhausted to spend even a few hours with you.

Disappointment surged through you as you navigated the streets towards your destination, struggling to hold back the tears slowly welling up.

However, you refused to let it ruin your night. Despite understanding how important Kevin's career was to him (and to an extent, to you), you couldn't grasp why he wouldn't make an exception this time. But dressed in your best dark green pantsuit, a piece you bought specifically for the occasion, empowering you to feel like a true boss lady ready to conquer the world, you confidently stepped out of the vehicle, flaunting your new heels, and greeted your friends.

And although the evening unfolded magnificently, there lingered a thought about your man back at home. And you couldn’t help but wonder if he, too, was thinking of you. Yet, quickly brushing off these thoughts, and you refocused on the engaging conversations with your friends.

But amidst the laughter and enjoyable chats, your occasional moments of distraction didn't escape the notice of your best friend. And eventually, you caved in and confided in her about the fight with Kevin.

"He's probably just stressed about the season..." John offered reassurance with a warm, friendly smile.

"Yeah, like last week's 3-2 loss in overtime... that's a tough one to swallow," Linsey added sweetly. You knew both your friends were just trying their best to uplift your spirits, even if they couldn't entirely grasp the challenges of being an NHL girlfriend.

"Thanks, guys, but I'm afraid it's more than just that," you sighed deeply, feeling slightly overwhelmed by different emotions. "I feel like I support him through everything... but he NEVER even tries to find the time and energy to do something for me..."

And as if the gates were sudden completely open, you continued expressing the difficulties of dating a professional hockey player, trying to align your social life with his career. As you heard your own words echoing, eventually running out of breath, you stopped talking, releasing a deep exhale.

"Perhaps, babe," Linsey's gentle voice interjected again, "it sounds like you could really use a break... not just when he's away on a road trip, but in your own space, where you can gather your thoughts."

Her words resonated, 'your own space,' a place free from thoughts of Kevin or hockey, where you could truly unwind and relax, away from your shared house.

It didn't actually sound like a bad idea.

And you knew just where to go.

Then offering a nod in agreement and a soft smile, you decided to continue with the night's event and not dwell on thoughts of your boyfriend and his career.

Meanwhile, back at home, Kevin was feeling awful. Well, not entirely awful, as he was genuinely just tired and happy that he’d chosen to have stayed in the comfort of his sofa and home.

But the intensity of your fight still lingered in his mind though. Your expressions of disappointment and anger weighed heavily on him, and he felt terrible about how things were left between you.

Despite the fact, that it was a familiar pattern in your fights.

You would get visibly agitated and annoyed, while he would adopt a low-key, casual, occasionally passive-aggressive stance. It seemed as if all his anger and energy were expended on the ice, leaving him with nothing to give during disagreements with you. He simply often ended up wanting to let things go, which would sometimes infuriate you even further.

At times, you wished he would just match your level of frustration, show his true emotions, and argue back. But instead, he would often brush it off and act nonchalant, which didn't resolve any issues but simply swept them under the rug.

And as the evening wore on, Kevin's feelings of sadness gradually dissipated, and exhaustion took over, causing him to doze off while watching reruns on the television.

**

Morning arrived, and Kevin slowly woke up still on the sofa.

The TV had been turned off, probably by you as you’d come home, but his initial thought wasn't about that. He wondered why you hadn't woken him up to say goodnight.

And even worse still, when he then glanced at the coffee table, where he saw a small post-it note signed by you.

"Morning love, hope you slept alright ❤️ I've gone over to my old apartment, just to have some time to myself and finish up some work - didn't want to wake you as I know you need the rest. Love you, y/n/n"

Reading your note, Kevin felt a pang of disappointment and sadness. However, it was sweet, and you had used your nickname, which indicated that perhaps you weren't entirely mad. But he couldn't understand why you’d suddenly left without waking him, nor saying anything in person. You had just returned home, slept, left a note, and departed from your shared house.

And he knew you well enough that when you needed space, it was better to respect that.

So, he merely let out a deep sigh, got up, and prepared for the day, filled with training, media coverage, and another round of workouts in the evening.

But, to his surprise, you didn't text him all day, which, even after a fight, was highly unusual. And by his second workout, Kevin grew concerned and felt the urge to call you.

"Hey, you," you greeted him over the phone. Your voice lacked excitement, yet he didn't sense traces of annoyance either.

"Hey, schätzi, I just wanted to check in with you," he spoke with genuine curiosity and concern.

"Kev, I'm all good, I just need some time for myself... just for a day or two," you softly explained, still feeling the sting from your recent argument.

"Oh okay... but we're okay, right?"

"Yes, babe, we're just fine."

At first, he didn’t entirely believe you, but decided to let the matter go, and ending the call after exchanging 'love you's.

And as the day progressed, Kevin did his best to trust your need for space. However, he could also feel himself gradually feel a growing need to see you again, particularly on the following day, when you planned to spend more time alone working on your project and didn't attend the home game where the Kings faced off against the Islanders.

Feeling a sting of heartache, Kevin began to fear that your relationship might be closer to its breaking point due to your recent fight. Your valid point about him not investing the same level of time and energy into things that mattered to you, despite your unwavering support for him, weighed heavily on his mind. Yet, he tried to maintain composure, convincing himself that all you needed was a bit of time.

Meanwhile, as you watched the game from your old sofa across town, feelings of longing filled your body and mind each time Kevin's name was mentioned and number 22 flashed on the screen. Despite relishing the wonderful solitude you'd found, being able to wholly concentrate on your work and personal needs in your sublet place that sat empty at the time, you began to miss your boyfriend more than anything.

And as you reflected on the intensity of your recent argument, you acknowledged your justified frustration but also had to admit it might had been somewhat exaggerated.

You loved Kevin deeply, and that had been evident since the day he had so boldly asked you out on a date without much knowledge about you. His humble confidence had intrigued you, and soon, you found yourself immersed in the world of hockey players and their significant others almost every night.

So, as the match concluded with a satisfying 2-1 win for the Kings, you decided it was time to head home and await your boyfriend's return.

And spotting your car in the driveway as Kevin pulled up filled him with a sense of happiness. However, upon closing the front door behind him and entering the hallway, he was met with an eerie silence and darkness.

Had you come back home and left again? he wondered.

Perhaps you’d changed your mind and went to a friend's place instead?

Once again, the fear of the potential breaking point of your relationship crept into his mind.

But then suddenly, he heard noises coming from upstairs, seemingly from your bedroom. And carefully placing his bag by the door, Kevin removed his coat and shoes before walking slowly up the staircase.

A faint glimmer of light caught his attention, emanating from your bedroom. And feeling a surge of relief, he knew it had to be you, so he proceeded down the hallway with cautious steps and entered, noticing the light filtering from the en suite bathroom.

Approaching the doorway, Kevin stood still, observing you standing over the sink, your head slightly bowed, dressed in a satin robe. He then caught a faint sniffle before your eyes met in the mirror, revealing a trace of redness, indicating that you had shed some tears earlier. 

And as you both paused, locking eyes, a surge of warmth and relief enveloped you. Seeing Kevin again definitely had you now more convinced than ever that you had missed him deeply and never wanted to be apart from him, if it wasn’t necessary.

So, releasing another deep breath, you turned around and slowly walked towards the Swiss player, who instinctively enveloped you in his large frame, wrapping his arms around you, and drew you close.

In that embrace, all the tension suddenly seemed to dissolve, leaving only unspoken love between you, as words felt unnecessary.

Then, as you gazed up at him, you delicately lifted your hands to encircle his neck, gently pulling him down for a soft kiss. Kevin quickly reciprocated, as he was also yearning for your touch more than anything.

The days without you, despite being in the same city, had been agonising for him, as he had feared that it might had been the end of your relationship. However, as you both stood in the bathroom doorway, sharing a heartfelt kiss, those fears vanished entirely.

As the kiss deepened, Kevin's hands gently cradled the back of your head, his fingers entwined in your hair, while his tongue delicately explored past your lips, engaging in a tender exchange with yours. You couldn’t help but lean into it as well, surrendering to the lustfulness of the kiss you had initiated.

Then as you gradually pulled back, both of you needed a moment to catch your breath. And while locking eyes once more, Kevin whispered softly, "Please don't leave me," his face and body exuding humble gratitude, almost welling up with emotion.

"Never, Schätzi," you reassured him, gently shaking your head. "Kev, I know sometimes I say things that might sound like I don't want this life with you, but I do, I really do."

A tear trickled down your cheek, mirroring the sadness in Kevin's eyes.

"I understand. I'm just... I'm constantly afraid," he confessed, the vulnerability evident in his voice. "I know I need to pay more attention to what you like and make time for that too..."

"Hey, I think we both need to work on it, babe," you added, attempting a timid smile. "I need to stop overreacting, and we should try and communicate better. I knew what I signed up for when we started dating, but it means we need to be better at discussing things and planning together."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Kevin sighed deeply.

You knew you had your differences in approaching situations, but you also knew that you were in a good relationship, which also meant that meeting each other halfway was key.

"Join me in a bath, baby," you then softly suggested, and Kevin couldn’t help but softly smile and nodded as he gently removed the robe from your slender frame.

And as you then both settled in the warm water, with you leaning against his broad chest, gently caressing each other's hands, you discussed the little improvements and changes you could think of you both could make. You respected each other's boundaries but also recognised the need to occasionally push those lines just a little.

It was a good conversation that lifted a weight from both your hearts. And then snuggled into bed, smiles adorned your faces as you drifted off into a much-needed deep sleep, feeling lighter and more at peace.

#🇧🇷 #my asks #kevin fiala imagine #la kings imagine #nhl hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey fic

[hawkinshighdropout]

Stay The Night?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: After a long evening of fighting with your parents, you're late for school and missing from some classes. Your best friend Eddie notices you're not about and takes care of you once he finds you, offering you a place to stay to clear your head.

Warnings: No warnings, this is purely fluff/pure content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous “Could you write a fanfic where you're just friends with eddie but he let's you stay at his trailer when you have nowhere to stay after a bad argument with your parents, you share a bed, and wake up in the night cuddling, eddie has a boner and hes like apologizing, and then whatever happens, please, you're just such a good writer”

Bonus: I feel like this could do with a part 2? It was just getting good when I wanted to start writing smut but saw how long it was and thought y'all wouldn't read it. I didn't want this to be like 6k words right off the bat... If you horny mother f-ers want a part 2 where smut ensues, please let me know? <3

Word Count: 2.6k

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You were a straight A student, destined for the college of your dreams, on multiple after school curriculum clubs and always on time… So when you didn’t show up for your first class of the day, your friends grew worried about you. It’s not like you to ghost, and certainly not like you to not show up, your friends spent the first hour or so in the morning between classes passing notes and asking around to find if anyone had seen you.

To your defence, you had had the evening from hell, and quite the eventful morning to follow it. It had all started due to your ‘little freak friend,’ as your parents to lovingly phrased it, spending ‘too much time’ around you. Your fashion sense had slowly shifted to something a little more edgy, your music taste was more diverse thanks to Eddie, and you started going out more on weekends. It was all harmless, and nothing was affecting your behaviour or work ethic, so you didn’t see the problem. Your parents didn’t see it that way, though. They treated him like he was the devil, corrupting their precious babygirl in ways unspoken, it was all bullshit. He had made you feel loved, cared for, supported. Him and his little gang of monsters (Hellfire Club) had given you a purpose and a sense of belonging outside the four walls of your home in Hawkins.

You’re not sure what straw broke the camel’s back, but something triggered your parents to unleash World War 3 the second you got home last night, in included a lot of screaming, arguing, name calling… A slap or two from your mother which you fought the urge to retaliate. You weren’t like them; you’d never sink that low. Hours upon hours of fighting and arguing, accusations being thrown around like verbal knives, until you cried yourself to sleep in the early hours of the morning.

Waking up was a real struggle this morning, having to face your puffy eyed self in the mirror as you brushed your hair and teeth, doing your best to keep down the sickness you felt inside from both the stress and the exhaustion. You were running late for school, having missed the bus earlier, which brought on a whole new wave of anger from your parents. Despite the fact your parents both have full time jobs and fancy cars, and they both work in the direction of your school, they refused to give you a ride. Meaning you had to walk from the upper side of Hawkins, all the way down to the front gates of your school, making you even later than intended. It was just before lunch when you got into Hawkins High, skin a little dewy from the sweat, only making your face look worse whilst adding to the already existing puffy eyes and sad smile.

You wandered up to the front desk to explain where you had been and why your parents hadn’t told the school about your whereabouts. Lucky for you, you were let off with just a warning, the only mercy you had been granted in about twenty-four hours. Thanking the school receptionist, you make a quick stop to your locker to drop off your things before moping down to the cafeteria, getting lost in the crowd who all piled in for their food. You had forgotten your lunch, sigh. What else could go wrong today? Folding your arms and making your way over to the Hellfire Club table, waiting somewhat patiently for the gang to roll in, keeping your head down as to not draw too much attention to yourself.

“Well, well, well… Look who decided to show up! Little Miss Perfect has finally blessed us with her presence. What happened to you, sweetheart? Too busy out car shopping with Daddy Dearest to attend algebra, hm?” Eddie joked, patting you on the back whilst letting out a soft laugh. Normally a line like that would have earned him an eye roll and jab in the chest, but today it was met with silence.

“Hey… Are you okay?” He asks quietly whilst the other dudes start to sit in their allocated seats around you, he could feel the tension from you and that worried him. Allowing yourself to slowly look up in his direction, your sad eyes meeting his own concerned ones, all it took was one look from him to crack you. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes and one dripping down your cheek as you sniffle, alarming Eddie as he wasn’t used to seeing you like this.

“Nope, not here you don’t. C’mon, let’s go.” Eddie mumbled comfortingly to you, not wanting anyone to see you cry as you both knew someone would use that against you. He wouldn’t let that happen. Taking your hand and guiding you up from your seat, both of you stood as he tangled his fingers in your own for support. Eddie quickly mumbled something into Dustin’s ear before patting him on the shoulder and easing you out of the lunchroom towards the empty halls, taking a quick look around before he tugged you into the girls’ bathroom.

By this point your tears were already freely falling, Eddie doing his best to listen and comfort you as you recalled the events of the last couple of days. He was hurt and pissed off. Not because your parents were so rude about him, but because they disrespected you. His only focus was the fact you were hurting, and he needed to do something about it, he was incredibly protective of those in his group, and that wasn’t going to slide with him.

“Shit, Y/L/N… Hey, okay, how about this? You can come and stay with me tonight, yeah? Your parents already are pissed at you, there’s no point going back there when they’re acting like this, let them cool off and give yourself a break, yeah? I’ll take the couch; you can have my bed… My Uncle won’t even be back until morning anyway, so it won’t be weird, even though he loves you.”

All you did was nod in response, grateful to have such a wonderful person in your life, further solidifying the fact that your parents were the problem. How could they hate someone so wonderful? Someone who always has your best interest at heart and wants to keep you happy. It took a couple minutes of him giving handing you tissues to help dry your tears, telling you to splash cold water on your face as it brings down the redness and puffiness, even him jumping and softly yelling at the girls screaming when they entered the bathroom to see the tall, tatted man in the girl’s room before you were ready to face the day.

“Okay, Princess. Let’s do this!” Eddie announced with a bright smile, taking your hand once again and leading you out of the bathroom. This time? You were thankfully full of giggles rather than tears.

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“Home Sweet Home” Eddie sighed, pulling open the door to his trailer and gesturing for you to enter ahead of him, “M’Lady” he chuckles whilst you wander in ahead, closely following behind you to shut the door on you both.

Glancing around the place, you notice there’s a few cigarette stumps in the ashtray and a slightly overflowing bin in the corner, but not as many shirts in the laundry pile as you’d usually expect. You’ve been here many times before, and this was somehow the cleanest you had seen it.

“Didn’t realise the Queen was coming to town, Ed…” you mocked him fondly, to which he immediately pulled out his smug smile and raised his brows in your direction, clearly amused.

“Well, someone’s feeling better, hm?” he visibly relaxed when he realised you were more at ease whilst alone with him. Knowing that it would only be a matter of time before you’re both wrestling and mocking each other once again, he brought you in for a warm embrace. It took you a little by surprise. Not that Eddie wasn’t affectionate or anything, he was, it just was usually you or someone from your squad initiating it first. You didn’t care about that right now though, allowing yourself to slump against him as his hug took the weight of the world off your shoulders, at least for a moment. Pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head before he pulled away from you, holding your cheeks in his hands whilst he scanned your face for a reaction. The smile on your face making him beam with joy, you were soon returning to your old self.

“There’s that pretty smile…” he mumbled, kissing your forehead before stepping away and wandering over to the cupboards in search of food. “Look, I know you didn’t eat lunch, but I didn’t really think in advance so like, I can offer you cereal or… cereal…” he shoots an apologetic smile.

“Cereal works!” you announce, wandering over to his small dinner table. Watching as he poured you both a bowl of cereal each, running out of milk after filling his bowl to which he rolled his eyes, cursed ‘son of a bitch’ under his breath before swapping bowls with you to ensure you got at least the most viable thing to a “proper meal” he could offer you.

You used the spoon to slowly eat your bowl, Eddie opting to use his hands and just shove a handful into his mouth at a time. What did he care? Its not like he had to worry about spilling his milk. Small talk ensued whilst you sat and ate together, him throwing the bowls into the sink for another day once you’d finished. Both of you residing to the couch for the rest of the evening, Eddie would smoke a couple cigarettes, even a joint or two, and you would happily sit at the doorstep whenever he went outside to smoke as he insisted on not giving you a second-hand high or headache from the fumes.  

It's only when you begun to yawn that he looked at the time on his watch and announced it was time for bed, you sleepily nodded in agreement as the two of you wander towards his small bedroom. He cleaned up the best he could, going through his piles of laundry and sniffing each and every item until he found a shirt clean enough for you to wear to bed. Placing them on top of the sheets for you whilst he disappeared out of the room to give you privacy, happily slipping back into the room once you declare you were decent.

Dressed in his Metallica shirt and your underwear, you climbed into bed under the covers whilst he leant against the doorway with his arms folded, watching you as you slipped into the warmth of the sheets. Somewhere in this process he had changed into just his boxers, clothes you can only assume were cast around the living room like the rest of his things. Smiling down at you, he then gestures to the hallway and starts to back out of the room, shutting off the light in the process.

“I’ll be on the couch if you need me, okay?” he said softly, causing you to sit up a little and frown in his direction.

“Can you… Can you stay, please?” you whisper. You were a big girl, you weren’t scared of the dark or anything like that, you just found Eddie to be so comforting and after the day you had? You didn’t want to be alone.

“You sure?” he asks, your nodding response was all it took for him to shut the door and then slip into the bed beside you. Laying on his back and draping his arm around your shoulders, brushing his ring clad fingers up and down your shoulder comfortingly as you curled up against his chest. Eyes closing almost immediately as he hummed under his breath, lulling you to sleep in what felt like seconds.

“Goodnight, Sleepyhead” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before eventually passing out not long after.

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The flush of the bathroom toilet startled him awake, not knowing where he was, who was around and why appliances were flushing when no one was supposed to be home. It’s only when your exhausted little face peeked back into the room that he settled down and everything clicked into place.

“Jesus H Christ, you scared me.” He breathed.

“Me? Scare you? C’mon now…” you laugh, finding it hard to believe that someone as tough and brave as Eddie would be startled by a small girl just going to the bathroom.

Climbing back into his bed, you took mere seconds before cuddling up against him once more. Arm wrapped around his middle whilst he wrapped his arms around your shoulders with a tight squeeze. Face to face this time, in the centre of the bed whilst your bodies became like one in the middle.

“Eddie?” you mumble against his chest.

“Yeah, babe?” he mumbled back; face tucked into your hair.

“Please tell me that isn’t your dick pressed up against my thigh…” you whine.

“I… didn’t know you could feel that, shit. Sorry. In my defence, it happens on its own, I… yeah, sorry!” he pulled back from you, grabbing more of the covers to make a layer across his hard dick, not wanting to make this situation any worse for you both.

“Oh really? And here I was thinking I was so irresistible that you just couldn’t help yourself around me, even in your sleep.” You teased, shoving him playfully in the side, glancing over to see his cheeks bright red in embarrassment.

“I mean… you are kinda hot in my shirt, but—” he stopped himself finishing that sentence, you let out a pool of laughter whilst grabbing the pillow and smacking him fondly in the chest.

“Oh, shut up! Bullshit” you declare, grinning to yourself as you continue to lightly whack him with the fluffy weapon.

“It’s not bullshit! You’re hot in my clothes, Jesus Christ. Can we change the subject now?!” he’s flustered you can tell, his words were honest but his execution was like that of a nervous child.

You finally decide to stop hitting him with the pillow, brow raised in question and head tilted slightly to the side as you search his expression for any hint of a lie, voice soft. “Wait, really?”

Watching as he shrugs his shoulders in defeat and nods his head. “Yeah, really… Sorry if that makes things weird. I can like, I can go back to the couch?” he offers in a mild panic, already in the process of moving to leave the room.

Grabbing his bicep to stop him, he looks down at you with a confused look on his face. Shaking your head from side to side, your voice soft and shy as you ask for him to stay. Once he made sure that was really what you wanted, he sunk back into the sheets with the covers still hiding him from the waist down.

“So… The shirt, hm?” you snort playfully, amused that something as simple as you wearing his clothes would get him going, to which he’s blushing and shrugging his shoulders in response.

“I hate you.” He jokes, grabbing the same pillow from before and this time using it to smack you in the chest, both of you falling into pits of laughter as the tension is quickly dissipated.

#eddie munson #eddie angst #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fluff #stranger things smut #joseph quinn #eddie munson edit #eddie munson gif #Eddie munson imagine

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 ~ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: It had been weeks since you have genuinely spent time with Sevika, and frankly, you missed her. Communication is important in any relationship, right? So you make it a point to tell her and well...that goes wonderfully (it doesn't).

Sevika comes around though, she always does. Because your relationship is more than just a stupid little argument.

Pairing: Sevika x Reader

Warnings: Some light arguing, nothing much. It's Hurt/Comfort lol.

Authors Note: Haha! I have finally gotten around to writing Sevika, lmao. I was nervous to write for her for the longest time because I adore her so much I didn't want to mess it up, but this prompt was sitting in my mind for a few days so I just had to write about it lol. I hope you enjoy!

The early hours of the morning in Zaun were of the sparse times when the bustle of the Underground had quieted, it was thoroughly a city that lived at night after all. This didn’t mean it was any less beautiful though, in its unique kind of way. The few rays of sun that could reach this far down shined through the windows of the apartment you lived in, painting the room in a green-tinted glow and effectively pulling you out of your slumber.

With a groan you curl into yourself a bit to escape the day for a little while longer and flop onto your side to look at Sevika, hoping you could get her to do the same.

It seemed as though you were the early riser of the two of you today you thought to yourself with surprise as you admired her in the light, her firm expression softened as she slept. With light fingers you trailed them over her light blue scars, their pulsing slowed with the peaceful beat of her heart. Smiling to yourself you watch as an eyebrow twitched, once, twice, before steely gray eyes met yours sleepily.

“Morning, baby,” she says, her morning voice making it lower than usual and had you forcing back a shiver at her tone.

“Good morning, my love.” The pet name has Sevika smiling back at you softly for a moment before she tiredly trails a hand down her face, already moving to get out of bed even though she had just woken up.

It was like this every day. Despite the fact that mornings were the few times that you and Sevika could spend together in the day, she was more than eager to escape them as soon as possible. From morning to late at night she was at work, you hardly saw her at all anymore as she drowned in work that had to be done. It had been like this for weeks, the only sign she was still around was when she pulled you close late at night or now.

You didn't say anything because you understood her job's importance; she wanted to repaint Zaun in the light of her choosing and make it a better place. So you said nothing usually, but you couldn’t stop yourself today. You missed her, more than anything. Missed the times when she would pull you close to her on the couch simply talking about the day, or when you would both go to The Last Drop to drink the night away. Now those times were few and far between.

So before she could climb out of bed you grasped onto her waist, sitting up so you could hug her from behind as she sat up.

“Please…stay home today Sev. We hardly see each other anymore, I…I’ve missed you” you say softly but firmly, not wanting to be brushed off. Shifting a bit so you could see her expression you watched as a flash of annoyance went through her eyes, but regardless you pressed forward. “Surely one day off wouldn’t be so much?,” you reason, “You work so hard, after all, anyone would be a fool to not see that.”

A sharp sigh. “Don’t make this harder than it already is baby, a job is a job,” she says simply, nudging your arms away and brushing you off just like that before getting out of bed and walking over to the dresser.

Your heart pangs with hurt as you realize she completely disregarded your feelings, and unwillingly tears well up in your eyes from frustration and sadness but you blink them back.

“Yeah, but the world doesn’t stop the moment you relax for a bit, Sevika. This can’t be good for you, and besides, Silco and his goons can more than manage,” you argue.

“Enough, I won’t hear any more of this,” she says, not even turning back to look at you, her tone final.

“Fine,” you mutter, before flipping over so your back is turned to her and cuddling into your pillow in place of her. Tears flow hotly down your face, and you try to stifle your sobs since you didn’t want to seem pathetic in front of Sevika. It worked for a while, but when you heard her footsteps leave the room, it was like a dam exploded as you sobbed.

She didn’t come back for the rest of the day.

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To be honest, you had no will to be productive after the argument you and Sevika had in the morning, instead turning to mope around the house all day. Later in the evening, you settled on the couch to read, a blanket wrapped around your body like a protective barrier to the outside world. It was pretty nice.

You lost yourself in the words, transported to the world of your choosing. You had been lucky enough to learn how to read growing up, a luxury not so common in the Undercity, so whenever you could you brought it upon yourself to read.

All of a sudden the click of the lock draws you out and back into the waking world, and you watch the door as it opens and Sevika makes her way through. You couldn’t help the look of surprise that passed over your face, this was the earliest she had been back home in ages, you thought to yourself. Regardless, you turned back to the words and promptly ignored her. If there was one thing you were, it was petty, although you had to admit it warmed your heart to see her trying to be more present despite the argument the two of you had.

Despite your eyes on the page your focus was anywhere but on it. You heard the clink of keys on the countertop, her heavy boots loud as she stepped around before taking them off. Before long, the usual scent of Sevika filled the room, a mix of cigarette smoke and pine, comfort.

You heard her sigh before she made her way over to you, settling down on the couch by your side. You both waited for a moment, the air heavy with hesitancy before she wrapped you up in her arms, blanket and all and pulled your back to her chest holding you close.

“I can tell you don’t want want to talk right now baby, but I just needed to say I…” she hesitates for a moment. “I’m sorry.” Your eyes widen once more in surprise. Arguments in any relationship were inevitable, you and Sevika were no different, but she was never one to apologize. Instead, she would make it up to you in other ways, so hearing her say sorry almost made you want to cry again.

“I should have heard you out before getting short with you. Work has been…difficult lately, but that’s not an excuse I can give. There is none, frankly, I was shitty and I haven’t been spending enough time at home where I should be, by your side. I talked to Silco about it because you were right, I’m not the only person capable of doing jobs. Maybe the only one who can do them properly,” she scoffs, which makes you laugh lightly, “but still. I’ll be around more often, I promise,” she finishes before quieting again, waiting to hear what you have to say.

You wiggle around in her grasp for a moment and she lets you go immediately, a sound of displeasure coming from her throat as she probably thought you were trying to leave. But you were only trying to turn around to face her, and that was a bit difficult when she had effectively turned you into a human burrito with the blanket.

Straddling her waist you throw your arms over her neck.

“It’s alright Sev, I forgive you,” you say, pressing your lips to her cheek chastely. “That’s all I wanted, I have missed you a lot lately.” Sevika has a far-off look in her eyes for a moment, regret flashing through them.

“I’ve…missed you too baby,” she says before she grasps your chin between her fingertips and captures your lips between hers in a passionate and tender kiss.

“But you won’t have to anymore,” she grins.

A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I HOPE THAT WAS OKAY LMAO.

#i love her so much #big buff scary wifey #idk why this prompt lived in my head but here we are #sevika #sevika arcane #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #sevika arcane x reader #sevika x y/n #arcane league of legends #arcane netflix #arcane imagines #arcane x reader #arcane #arcane fics #league of legends fanfiction #arcane league of lesbians #league of lesbians

[yawnzzznnn]

⛸️Heart To Heart - Yechan┈༝༚༝༚♡ﾞ

⛸️Special thanks too: XSusuBunnyX Yechan, Xikers

⛸️Note: I'm so sorry this didn't come out on the day it should have, my friend distracted me then a huge personal thing happened, but it's out now so thank you for requesting have a happy holidays

⛸️TW: cheating : slight toxic relationship (more towards the beginning) : cursing : mentions of food :

⛸️Prompt: Last Christmas

12-7-23

Around this time last you, you and your now ex boyfriend Yechan spent your time making Christmas cookies, it's not like you didn't love him anymore, the opposite actually you were and still are head over heels in love with him, he may have messed up in the past, but that didn't mean you couldn't love him, your friends tried to tell you how wrong it is, "he cheated on you for god's sake!" Your friend would always scream.

That day you walked into your home, not your boyfriend's house, not a friend's, your home, you saw your boyfriend and some girl, you could say 'oh there just friends' but friends don't kiss each other...But you pretended nothing happened, instead of making a big scene you just put your shoes back on and left, but your best friend wasn't having it, instead of blocking him she grabbed your phone and went on a long tangent about how much you loved him.

Yechan soon realized how much of a treasure you are, how much your deserve to be handled with care, he made several new social media accounts, all of them only following you. He'd watch how you'd meet up with people he's never seen before, one photo really caught his attention, you and what seems to be a guy, locking lips in the middle of your living room. That photo sent Yechan into a fit of rage, he almost felt betrayed, quickly grounding himself he realized he had no right to feel this way, he cheated on you and you moved on.

But that was all a year ago, now it's December again, a very lonely Christmas this one was, all your friends went back home for the holidays, work was cancelled due to bad weather, and you couldn't even go and see your own family due to flights not going to your home town, you were stuck and alone, your only company was the Christmas tree and your ginger bread cookies, not even Christmas movies were cheering you up.

Once realizing you had no more drinks in your fridge you sighed a deep sigh, walking to the door you put your snow boots on, your hat, your gloves and Marshmallow like jacket, grabbing your keys, wallet and, phone you headed out the door, locking it once you were outside. Not even your puffy jacket could keep you safe from the winds and snow flurries, upon arriving at the convenience store, you see a familiar sad figure dragging it's way through the isles.

Your eyes widened once you realized who it was, looking around you see the other convenience stores are closed, 'who closes a 24 hour store' you complained to yourself, sighing you made your way into the store keeping your head down, booking it to the drinks, "Yn..." You heard a soft voice behind you, freezing you stayed still not responding, "oh my, Yn I'm so fucking sorry I really am, I didn't realize how much I needed you when you left, I was too dumb to realize, please baby" Yechan said.

"I'm not your baby Yechan" you said barley above a whisper, Yechan looked at the back of your head "I know...I'm really sorry..." Yechan said pausing "when I said I loved you I meant it" finished, as if his words flipped a switch inside of you, you turned around your eyes slightly wide "if you loved me you wouldn't have done it" you said your voice slightly raising, Yechan looked down at the ground.

"But thank you" you said softly catching Yechan off guard just what were you thanking him for? "Now I know what a fool i am" You said tears puddling in your eyes "even tho you hurt me...I still love you..." You said a few of the tears falling down your cheeks, Yechan gasped reaching for your face, wiping the tears away, he looked in your eyes, oh how incredibly beautiful you are even when you cry.

A few seconds felt like hours, the tension between you two grew, Yechan leaned closer and closer till his lips brushed over yours, you put a hand on his chest pushing him away as you turned your head to the side, "If you kiss me now, I know you'll fool me again..." You said, your voice low enough only Yechan can hear it, although he still had to strain his ears to hear you.

"Yn please..." Yechan pleaded pulling your head back to face him, "If you kiss me now I'll never fool you again" Yechan said softly, leaning back in, your lips met, it felt as if time resumed, right where you were supposed to be. After that night you and Yechan took it slow, not dating again till almost a year after that night in the convenience store. Yechan swears on his everything, he will never ever hurt you again.

#x reader #yechan x reader #yechan xikers #yechan #x xikers #xikers #xikers one shots #xikers x reader #xikers one shot #Xikers scenarios #Xikers x yn #xikers x you #xikers imagines

[bitchinbarzal]

LULU’S CHRISTMAS PARTY 🎄🎅🏽

it’s the holidays! 🎄🎅🏽 my christmas party event will run from november 8th — december 24th!

you can find my list of people I write for here along with any of my au’s can be requested! and all prompts posted can be found under #lulu’s christmas party

as always, please when requesting add the entire prompt not just the number as this is easier for me - example: 1 "what are you doing up so early?" With X player!

Failure to comply will have me delete your request!

PROMPTS:

1. "Is that present for me?"

2. "Nobody can have enough Christmas jumpers"

3. "Christmas songs always make me smile"

4. "You have not bought the dog a Christmas jumper have you?"

5. "You're really making me wear matching pyjamas with you?"

6. "I missed you this Christmas"

7. "You have eaten all of those chocolates haven't you?"

8. "The snow looks cute in your hair'

9. Have you ever seen a sexier Father Christmas than me before?"

10. "Let's write your letter to Santa"

11. "It is absolutely freezing"

12. "Why are you sad this Christmas?"

13. "It is so cold, warm me up please"

14. "This is the best gift you have ever given me"

15. "I saw Mummy kissing Father Christmas"

16. "i need you to pretend to be my partner for the family christmas party."

17. “You spent how much on Christmas decorations?”

18. “Don’t eat those, they’re for Santa!”

19. "you broke my heart last christmas, but i'm still not over you."

20. “You need to sleep, or Santa won’t come”

21. “My mom knitted you a jumper”

22. "You bought me a present? I thought you hated me."

23. "You've been playing the same song for three hours. Please, play a new one."

25. Character A and Character B meet in the
ER on Christmas Eve.

26. Character A can't wrap gifts to save their life. Character B is thir neighbor and can
help.

27. Character A's ex will be at the Christmas Party A is attending. Character B poses as A's fiance.

28. Character A vows to do something nice for a stranger during the Christmas time.
Character B is that stranger.

29. Character A and Character B broke up, but now they meet at a Christmas party.

30. "Did you break into my house??" "You refused to put up any Christmas decorations! What choice did I have?"

31. "We made too many cookies."

32. “There’s no way I’m letting you spend Christmas alone.”

33. “Nope. This is not happening. It’s CHRISTMAS.”

34. “Wait, you’re not going home for Christmas?”

35. "you can't afford this..” “it's okay.?”

36. "this is the most thoughtful thing i've ever received. thank you."

37. "what do you want for christmas?" "you." "haha very funny."

38. ”I’m so grateful for you this christmas. i don't need anything else.”

39. “I mean, I knew you had Christmas spirit but this is ridiculous.”

40. “What do you mean, Santa’s not real?!”

41. running into each other at the airport

42. “No, you’ll burn the house down.”

43. “It’s almost midnight.”

44. “This is not for holiday cheer. This is blackmail.”

45. “No more holiday movies. Please.”

46. “Those cookies were for Santa!”

47. “Look out! It’s icy!”

48. “I’d like the snow a lot more if I didn’t have to drive in it.”

49. “Why is it so cold?”

50. “Wait, you mean this whole time, you hated peppermint?”

51. “I feel like there’s more frosting on you than on the gingerbread.”

52. “What are you doing with that mistletoe– oh.”

53. “I guess… this is when we kiss?”

54. winter proposal

55. “So… what are your plans for New Year’s?”

56. “You’re perfectly welcome to kiss whomever you wa–”

57. “Can I kiss you?” “You don’t even have to ask.” 

58. “Surprise! I'm your Christmas present!”

#lulu’s christmas party

[yelenasdiary]

Could you please do 47 from your prompt list with Elizabeth Olsen and Reader. Reader feeling depressed? If that’s too much I understand.

The Signs

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader 

Summary: Lizzie notices a change and wants to help

| Angst | Fluff | 0.9K | Dark Themes | Depression | Suicidal Thoughts | 

            Prompt: 47 from my list here.

AC: I hope this brings comfort for anybody needing it xx. 

It started with the sleepless nights and the change in your appetite that worried Lizzie. She watched you go from being the bright, bubbly and so full of life girlfriend to somebody she barely knew. She did what she thought would help but over time you lost interest in just about everything around you. Friday nights were usually game night, a special time for you and Lizzie to just do something different than going out for a drink or two and an expensive dinner and now they were spent with the two of you in different rooms. Lizzie wanted to give you some space, but she couldn’t help but worry deeply about you all alone in the bedroom while the dinner she made for you both sad cold on the dining table. 

Then it was the mood swings for no reason, anything set you off, sometimes just the fact it was morning made you annoyed and frustrated for the rest of the day. Lizzie took mental notes of how you were day in and day out, anytime she tried to talk to you about her worries you shut her down saying you were fine, that you were just tired and stressed from work, but she knew that wasn’t the truth and didn’t push you to talk. You would, if and when you were ready. Her worry only grew more and more by the day, you did less and less things and often she found you staring into space while she tried to make any form of conversation. This led Lizzie to make a few calls and ask for help, she found a therapist that was deeply concerned for your wellbeing after Lizzie had explained everything she’d noticed and asked if there would be anyway Lizzie would get you to come in for a chat. 

Even though you knew deep down that Lizzie was only meant good by her actions, it angered you knowing she’d spoken about you to a complete stranger. 

“Honey, I’m just worried about you. I really am” Lizzie explained with tears building in her eyes. “I already told you, I’m fine! I’m stressed that’s all!” you snapped but she didn’t take it personally. “Darling, you haven’t been to work in months, you don’t leave the house and barely leave the bedroom. Something bigger is wrong honey, and I just want to help, please” she begged, reaching to hold you but you stepped backwards, “Lizzie, I said I’m fine” you replied before closing the bedroom door on her. She didn’t give up though even when she started to feel like she couldn’t help. 

Hearing you try your best to keep your sobs quiet was killing her, she hated seeing you so down and hurt and yet nothing she did was making you feel any better, she couldn’t stay on the other side of the bedroom door and know you were hurting so deeply anymore. She entered the bedroom and saw you curled up in the corner with your needs to your chest. Without hesitation she sat down beside you and pulled you into her arms. “I’m so sorry” you cried into her. “Shh, darling it’s okay” she placed the softest kiss on the top of your head as her hand rubbed your back gently, “it’s not okay, I” you paused to wipe your tears. “I don’t know what is wrong with me” you broke once again, Lizzie only holding you tighter with tears of her own falling down her cheeks. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out, together” she spoke softly, “I love you so much, whatever is going on inside your mind will never change that, I’m here for you and we will get through this, I promise” she added as you sobbed more into her arms. 

The two of you stayed like this for what felt like hours, until you managed to control your tears and look at her. “I feel so horrible” you started, the look of worry and concern on Lizzie’s face made your eyes tear up again, “you’ve tried so hard to make me feel better, to help and I shut you out and now I’m so deep in this darkness I’m so scared” you admit. “Oh honey” Lizzie’s thumb stroked your cheek softly, “I am here, and I will do whatever it takes to make you feel like yourself again, I don’t care how long it takes” she assures you with a soft smile that you almost missed. “Lizzie” your eyes fell, “I’ve been having thoughts… like a voice telling me I should k- “

“Don’t you ever listen to that voice because they don’t know you like I do, they don’t see how beautiful, loving, caring, funny and absolutely brave you are. I know right now it’s dark and lonely but honey, my sweet girl, you are not alone, ever” she never broke the eye contact, “do you want to try and talk to the therapist I found?” she asked. You nodded, “will come with me? Please?” 

“Of course, I will, whatever you need, I’m here and I love you, everything single little thing about you” she kissed your forehead and pulled you back into her arms. Her own heart ached for you, she tried to shut up the thoughts you must’ve had which only made her hold you tighter, “I love you” she repeated every few minutes. She never wanted you to forget that even in the darkest times, she loved you more than anybody she’s ever loved. You were never alone, even if it felt like you were. All you had to do was look beside you and see her giving you the assuring softest smile and that was sometimes all you needed to know that everything was okay, Lizzie wasn’t going anywhere. 

Taglist: @red1culous | @bentleywolf29 | @natasha-belova | @kiwiana145 | @lissaaaa145 | @high--power | @parkerdaramitzzzz | @wackymcstupid | @mmmmokdok | @shin-conan-kun | @nattyolw | @ripofflizzie | @goofy-goonie | @makegoodchoices | @wandsmxmff | @apollo2907 | @wandaroman0ff | @dumb-fawkin-bitch | 

#grace elizabeth #elizabeth olsen x reader #fanfiction

[masterwords]

high & dry

Summary: Hotch & Jack's arrival in Chicago and the beginning of their WITSEC journey.

Pairings: none (future hotchgan)

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: none

AO3: high & dry

Notes: For Comfortember Day One: Safe. I am going to do as many of the prompts for this month as I can and I plan to set them all within the Chicago Times universe. A whole month of retired softies! I can't promise all fluff, some will be sad (like this one), but it's going to be as much comfort as I can possibly bestow on them. I am going to try and keep each story short and simple, divulging little bits and details in each instead of a huge word dump. Pray for me. LOL

**

Chicago. He’d been plenty of times, mostly for cases but a few times for pleasure. The city looked different looming on the horizon from the backseat of a vehicle with dark tinted windows. He was nodding off in a Dramamine fog, Jack had been asleep for hours. It was a ten hour drive without stops, and the US Marshals in charge of their trip were making it a point to stop as few times as possible. Once to fuel up at a station that they deemed safe enough to let their appointees out for bathroom breaks and snacks and once at a designated time check in. Hotch didn’t handle riding in the backseat well and they’d drugged him up nicely after the fueling stop, enough that he didn’t feel awake enough to be sick but not tired enough to sleep either.

His mind was racing, even with the drugs dulling his responses. Did he make the right call? (Did he even have a choice?) Were they really safe? He had so little faith in this system anymore. At one point it was all he believed in, and now it had been so eroded that it was barely recognizable.

The city skyline loomed in the distance, glowing under the new dawn. He saw the tendrils of pink and orange and purple light touching skyscrapers and he thought about Jessica – they didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. He’d written her a note, scrawled in his quick angular chicken scratch and smudged through tears. The worst way to say goodbye to a best friend and the only way to keep her safe from his mistakes. Dave promised to get it to her in the same breath that he promised he wouldn’t call Derek Morgan and ask him to return to the FBI, a preposterous suggestion made by out of touch higher ups who were desperately trying to fill a gaping hole the easiest way they could. Hotch knew Derek would come back, at least temporarily, just to not see the team suffer and he couldn’t abide it. Dave promised the answer was no. “Call Emily,” Hotch had said quietly. “She’ll do it for the team.” He hoped he made the right call there, that he wasn’t dooming her to his fate.

“Here we are, fellas. Home.” One of the Marshals was poking away at his phone while the other drove, giving directions to the safe house. Safe apartment. Hotch asked specifically for a small home, two bedrooms, outside entry, not on the ground floor. He wanted a balcony, he wanted a view, he wanted to feel as free as he could while under constant surveillance. If they were going to force him into the program, they were going to bend to his will as much as he could manage. He wouldn’t be a prisoner.

The first week after their arrival was spent within the confines of the apartment almost entirely. The Director wanted them to ensure that Peter Lewis was not following them, worried more about his decision to trust the system than the safety of Hotch and his son. It had already failed Hotch once and he had no faith in it now.

The apartment was bland, flavorless. Depressing neutrals, less personality than a hotel room. “This sucks,” Jack muttered, opening and slamming kitchen cupboards packed with groceries Hotch had given them a list for before even leaving Quantico. Everything was fully stocked and ready for them to spend a week together in these walls. “When can we leave?”

“A week.” Hotch was tired of the constant barrage of questions meant to irritate him into changing his mind. As if it were that easy. “We’ll manage.”

“Did you bring my PlayStation?”

“Jack, we’ve been through this. I didn’t go back to the apartment. Dave is going over there with a crime scene unit and some movers, they’ll box up everything on my list and get it to us when it’s safe.”

“So he’s the serial killer but it’s us in prison. Great.”

“Jack, we’re not in prison. Please stop with the dramatics.”

Jack’s eye rolls were the stuff of legend, and right now he was at the top of his game. Hotch’s headache was legendary. The Dramamine he’d taken just to get through the overnight drive was leaving him feeling dried out and hungover.

“So what is there to do?”

“The Marshals put a box in your bedroom of things they had for kids your age. There has to be something decent in there.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Jack, please. I have a headache. This is a lot for both of us, I’m no happier than you are. We just have to make the best of a bad situation.”

“A bad situation that’s your fault!” Jack shouted, storming down the hallway. Hotch knew better than to try and follow him. He had paperwork stacked up on the kitchen bar to complete, signatures required to get him his new identification, get Jack enrolled in the local school, jobs on a pre-approved list to look through. Their security detail would drop off to a minimum after the first week, after which his small salary would kick in and he’d have to hope that Jess understood the instructions in his note for disbursement of some of his money, including the fact that he was essentially leaving his entire estate in her care until further notice. He’d been doing so much to support she and Roy over the last couple of years that he couldn’t see any other way around it – everything that belonged to him now belonged to her.

She was going to get a call from his lawyer, and she was going to be furious. But he also knew she would do what he needed her to. Everything was in his estate plan, he’d known this was always a possibility and had prepared for it.

Jack hated his bedroom and he made sure Hotch knew it. He hated everything about it, but he still managed to sulk in there for almost the entire first week. Windows closed, curtains drawn, Marshals in the parking lot watching. Jack ate with Hotch on the couch with the television on, neither of them really watching it. Each just lost in their own world, sulking or planning.

“Why’d you bring me here?”

“To be safe.”

“This isn’t safe. This is a prison.”

“This part is temporary. It’s a settling in week, Jack. We have two more days, and then the security detail goes away and we begin our new life. You’re all registered to start school next week and I’ll find a job.”

Jack laughed and it didn’t sound at all happy. It was a horrible sound that made Hotch’s chest ache. “Yeah. Of course. You’ll work all the time and I’ll be trapped here all by myself doing homework.”

“Then I won’t get a job. I don’t need to, not yet. Aunt Jess will make sure we have money.”

“I miss mom. She at least made this part fun.”

He’d seen that coming. Haley would have already had them building forts or playing hide and seek, doing fun little things inside the house that would make it bearable but she got Jack when he was little and easily amused. Jack who was small and sweet and innocent. Of course that was mostly an excuse, he was sure that if he’d spent more time with Jack he’d know how to keep this older version amused too...but regrets were a thing he couldn’t afford. They had only now, and only each other. This could be over in a week or it could take years.

“What would you like to do? I’m sure I can ask Tim to get us a puzzle or a board game, a deck of cards maybe to pass the time until we can go out.”

“Whatever.”

Jack scraped his plate of half-eaten food into the garbage and tossed his dish into the sink like a frisbee. It clattered against a ceramic pot and broke as he stalked back toward his bedroom. He didn’t even turn to look.

Safe, Hotch thought sadly. This is safe.

As he cleaned up the broken dish, slicing his finger on small shards of porcelain, he fought back the burn of tears. It was silent in the apartment, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the purring of cars passing beneath them. In fifteen minutes the place would rattle with the force of a train, a sound that Hotch was already getting used to. It hurt his ears but it made him feel like he was part of something. Maybe next week they’d ride the train, take it wherever, explore. Make the city theirs. He didn’t like being trapped any more than Jack did, it made him feel antsy and anxious. He’d had a migraine all week, the kind that makes living pure hell but there wasn’t anything he could do for it but wait it out. Try to sleep it off, shower it away.

When Tim dropped in for the nightly check-in, before lights out, Hotch handed him a small piece of paper with some provision he’d need to finish out the last couple days.

Milk. Eggs. Oatmeal. 300 piece puzzle. Deck of cards.

Tim looked at him curiously but shrugged, completely uninterested in anything but getting back to his car where it was warm. This cold snap was chilling him to the bone, he hated Chicago and assignments like this. He looked at Hotch and felt a little hopeless for the man, these two weren't going to adjust. They weren't going to settle in and accept things easily, they were going to be trouble. Tim hated being a handler for trouble. “You guys okay for the night?” Customary question.

Customary answer. “Yes, thank you.”

Safe. This is safe.

#aaron hotchner #jack hotchner #criminal minds #fanfiction #comfortember 2023 #day one: safe

[sailorgundam308]

BG3 introspection bit

This one isn't edgy or funny. I just feel like sharing, prompted by seeing how, indeed, BG3 is one of the greatest if not THE greatest pieces of entertainment we've got in a long while. But I know for so many people it turned out to be much more than just that. That includes me. To make a long story short, I've been living a full world away from my loved ones for almost a decade, in a place that is particularly hostile towards me. I'm here out of necessity and choice, since my other option happens to be worse. It's been shockingly lonely, until I grew used to the isolation. Still, I made do. I make do. Around a few years back, and especially last year, things took a turn for the much worse. I've spiraled into a very, very dark place, which in turn isolated me even more from other people - but also from myself.

Being so far away from familiarity and the things I love worn me down, and disconnected from who I am and what I enjoy. To the point I effectively stayed in a limbo, frozen in time, empty, for the past years. It's been way more scary than when I was obviously and loudly sad or depressed, because at least then I had energy to react in some way. As an artist by profession and by passion, it was even more concerning that I could not create ANYTHING - words, images, even concepts. My mind had been simply silent, dead. I quite literally spent the last 3-4 years just existing, going to my job like a mindless clockwork because otherwise I wouldn't be able to make rent and end up getting deported. I knew I was utterly and completely lost, and had no idea what I could grab onto to pull me out. It was as if I couldn't move - I did not really wanted to, somehow.

It happens to everyone, I think, that sometimes a seemingly random thing that you engage with unexpectedly becomes a sort of lifeline. It happened to me once before, during a complicated part of my teens. And now it seemed to have happened again because I decided to play Baldur's Gate 3. I mentioned before, I am a bit older and have played BG1 and BG2, and also DnD and the like. I've always been the nerdy artsy type, and it had always fueled my imagination and gave me energy to keep creating, keep moving, searching, growing.

It was really a struck of luck that I heard the news that BG3 was a thing. I was so isolated I did not engage with any piece of media anymore - I watched no news, no movies, no series, read no books. When I think about it, it's really scary how I felt absolutely nothing, how truly empty of any will to live I was. But it's been wild for a while now. I happened to be on 'vacation' when BG3 got released, and I was sucked into it like I was desperate. And I probably was. I needed anything to take me away from where I was, who (or the lack of) I had become. The game did just that. It's not a coincidence I put 750+ hours in it. I could not stand looking at my own circumstances and somehow I managed to finally escape anywhere else. While I recognize I went to the opposite extreme of (problematic) engagement, I also saw how my mind seeemed to switch on again after a while - as if I was reminded of how it used to be.

Ideas, cohesive thoughts, images, the unavoidable urge to move, to create something - all these things that made me ME started to come back.

I remembered how much I enjoyed fantasy, fiction, having ideas, organizing, planning, making things come true - how much just marking a paper with a pencil brings me joy. How my own mind can be rich and exciting, and how I have the skills to translate those impulses into reality. And that is what made me, all my life. It's hard to explain how I feel after 4 years not creating a single thing, having no impulse or creative idea and watching life pass in a haze, now I feel like I'm finally reconecting to something precious. My doctor even pointed it out, how it seems I'm finally waking up after years, coming out of whatever dark hole I've been in.

While it's been a short while, I'm very aware this is essentially a hyperfixation, but for someone who (even though I tried) could not feel anything towards anything for so long, this seems like a blessing. And I'm doing my best to make a stair out of it - use the momentum to branch out into other things I know I need and miss, the other things that have always been part of my life that I'd let go of.

I'm probably not the only one who clicked with this game, and it somehow pulled us out of strange, scary places. Even though it's a lot of projection on our part, people in such situations need something they relate to in order to project onto, to grab to float. Not everything works, it must be something special to the person at the right time. Lucky me that Baldur's Gate 3 happened when it did, the way it did, and that I was where I was.

I'm really, truly happy I stumbled onto the news of the game, for whatever reason took action to actually buy it, open and play it. When I did, I had no idea it would be the lifeline I'd grab onto. But it's been, and it meant so much to me. That's all of my sad introspective blurb. I have no way of explaining how thankful I feel to everyone who put this game together. While it wasn't the intention of the creators, BG3 gave me the push I so desperately needed and that nothing else had managed to.

I'd still be lost in a very dark place without it.

:')

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #personal #tw mental health #tw depression #serious shit #introspection #kinda random #very raw #blurb

[wiltf]

infamous server kiss prompt time

38. The ROs face is scrunched up by something you said so you kiss them on the cheek and that turns into a kiss on the lips.

there was something about the face seven makes, that is all kinds of nostalgic and something new. you’re different now, of course, several years removed from heartbreak and tears and fights, but also there has been a tour bus and two page spreads and—

“when did you write this?”

thumbing through your notebook. the one you hadn’t shown anyone since, well. yeah. maybe there is something to be said, about how instead of going to therapy for a few years, you wrote a lot of angry and sad and regretful songs, and have now let the said object of those songs read them. so you lean back on the tour bus couch, mindful that there may be a lurking producer, and just.

watch. seven is engrossed, to say the least. you’re still not certain either of you have quite addressed every single issue, but this is. work. right? work and battle of the bands related nonsense and also you’re trying. you’re goddamn trying and your heart is in your throat and you’re so open right now,

and he’s chewing on his lower lip, just like you remember. one hand holding a page, slowly moving back and forth, while his free hand is tapping out the rhythm. seven always used to be able to find that little bit you were missing, sliding into that space freely. your missing puzzle piece.

are you gonna cry? is it too late to snatch your notebook back?

do you like. kiss again?

“sooo—“ swallow. that was too loud in your ears. nails digging half moons on your knee. “i mean, you can see how old some of this shit is, i mean—“

“you wrote most of this after that—“

“—night? yeah. there’s other stuff in there but y’know. free therapy.”

it’s the look he gives you, which quite frankly. arguably. seven can’t talk. you know for a fact that out of the two of you, you actually do have a therapist. who is on call! you just haven’t handed over your notebook to be analysed.

while you’re busy drawing a sharp circle around the half moons, you struggle to look up. honestly, realistically, you don’t know how much of this is true, or how much you both are being produced. there is still something authentic, sure, right there in his hands. and those eyes of his are something you very easily get lost in, like all the time. except there had been negotiations, arguments. fans writing in. reconciliation very plainly expected, which led to another hole in the wall.

in more ways than one.

but it’s. it’s seven. it’s the scrunched up nose, and those big ol’ eyes. they’re only a fraction more watery than yours, because this is a show and you are being produced and you’re sure you still smell of stale cigarettes and craft beer. last night’s shirt, but transported through time. this was just another day, lucky number seven. all those years ago.

when you lean in, it is for you. it’s not for the rave reviews you’re sure this will get. not for a photo on the cover and your name being echoed. seven’s cheek is soft and warm and it’s just. him. cologne and that same detergent his mum has been using since the dawn of time. you are fifteen and twenty and twenty-fucking-seven. you should pull away, open your eyes. apologise.

noses bump. seven has turned, and you peek out from under your lashes when his lips — chapped, soft, familiar — press against yours. you have spent too long thinking about his lips on yours once more. in fact, you wrote some very specific songs, you’re saw he’s seen, about those lips of his.

you hope he does it for the same reason you do. the kiss is chaste, and you don’t pull away. not yet. this might all be a dream, the kind that would definitely have you hit that speed dial for 1800 therapy time.

it’s been hours. it’s been seconds. seven pulls away, that same scrunched up face of his, coloured a soft pink. and it’s your notebook back in your hands, a mumbled thanks that might’ve also, actually, been sorry. and he’s up, pushing open the door of this little room, and he’s gone.

leaving you to figure out what to do from here.

#infamous if #oc: jennifer lamb #c: seven lawless #post: fanfic

[garbinge]

Cold

Nestor Oceteva & Galindo!Sister Reader

From these October Prompts:  “I forgot how cold it could get.”

A/N: I know myself well enough to know a prompt a day is a little ambitious but I really wanted to jump into some of those October dialogue prompts. SO I’m committing myself to a prompt a week for the month of October. Here’s week 2 out of 4. 

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, angst, canon-level mention of un aliving, lots of tension, heartbreak. 

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc (Let me know if you’d like to be added!)

Home. You hadn’t been home in what felt like forever. As you stepped off the plane, it was go time. Pushing all your emotions aside, you moved to the baggage claim, right through to arrivals where you were forced to pause. Truthfully that was an understatement, you didn’t pause, you practically froze in your steps when you saw the sign with your name on it, more specifically when you saw the person holding the sign. The exhaustion from the 6 hour flight was making it hard for you to think clearly on how to proceed, but it seemed like the decision was made for you when eye contact was made. 

He stared at you, it was the same exact scene where you saw him last. 3 years ago. As you thought about it, that moment 3 years ago, your feet were moving towards him. He looked exactly the same. Two french braids, maybe they were a little longer now. His goatee was fuller, it hadn’t been cleaned up in a few days because you could see his beard shadow and you were still 50 feet away from him. Your eyes moved down to see the button down shirt he was wearing. Purple paisleys. The one you gifted him during the last christmas you spent here in Santo Padre with your family. It made your stomach twists in knots which is when you moved your eyes back to his face to see the one last familiar thing. Those yellow sunglasses. Those yellow fucking sunglasses.

You walked up to him and took a deep breath before speaking, “Hi.” 

Hi? That was it? That was what 3 years of time away to think on what happened resulted in? Hi?

“Hey.” He lowered the sign with your name on it and grabbed the bag that was slung around your shoulder. 

Okay, he wasn’t exactly winning any awards for public speaking either. 

Suddenly, it all hit you at once. The fact you were standing 12 inches from the man you loved and left, that you were back in the place you hated, and that your mother was in the hospital for a suicide attempt. Before you knew it you were jumping forward and wrapping your hands around Nestor. He didn’t freeze, his hands immediately wrapped around you, squeezing you just as hard as you had him. The tears escaped from your eyes and found their way to his shoulder. At some point his hand came up and cupped the back of your head. You wished you could stay in this moment forever. Which wasn’t saying much, wanting to stay in this incredibly sad moment, but moving forward meant seeing your brother, meant going back into a life you left, it also meant discussion. As much as you wished that this reunion with Nestor could solve everything that happened between you three years ago, it wouldn’t. 

You stepped away, wiping your tears and picking up your suitcase handle. 

“I’m assuming you’re my ride?” You chuckled, nodding your head to the exit. 

“Mikey’s at the hospital, told me to come get you and drop you off there.”

“It’s nearly 10 o'clock at night? Visiting hours have to be over?” You questioned as you moved outside to see two blacked out SUVs parked illegally with another two guards standing besides them. “Jesus Christ, I’m a Galindo not the fuckin’ president.” 

Nestor chuckled. “You have been away for a while.”

You thought for a minute, Miguel likely had the hospital wing blocked out which meant him and his people could come and go as desired. Now, the entourage of security was new. Miguel was cautious but this was different. This was precautionary on a new level. 

You kept your mouth shut as Nestor put your bags into the trunk of the one car you and him would be sharing. He opened the back seat door for you and you walked past it like he wasn’t even there and opened the passenger door to hop in. 

Nestor shook his head and made his way to the driver seat, he checked the mirrors twice, he locked the car immediately and when he hit the gas, both cars moved quick, like they were on a mission. 

“You gonna tell me what’s with all the extra security?” You asked and were met with nothing. 

“Alright well if not, then it’s probably time to tell you I’m not going to the hospital. I want you to take me home.” 

Nestor’s eyes danced over at you with that remark. Not for long but enough for you to notice. 

“Mikey wants you at the hospital.” His voice didn’t change in tone, he kept it level and informative.

“Have you reuped your contract?” You asked nicely and curiously. 

Nestor frowned “My contract?”

“Yes have you signed a new contract with Miguel.”

“No why?”

“Because if you haven’t, you have to take me home. You are legally contracted to override any order if given to you by a Galindo. So, I am a Galindo and you still are working under the same contract.” 

The smile that filled your face was smug as you relaxed into the seat knowing you had won. Or so you thought. 

“You changed your name.” Nestor’s voice was solemn, no emotion behind it at all. 

You practically broke your neck to look at him. His face didn’t change and he didn’t say anything else. 

“What did you say?” Your glare was harsh and your voice was pointed. 

“You’re technically not a Galindo. You changed your name after you left.” 

Your jaw was going to have to be scraped off the ground. Not only were you not expecting that response but there was no way he knew you changed your last name. It was done out of spite when you left, you were angry, you were hurt and you wanted to cut complete ties from your family and the cartel that came along with it. But you didn’t tell anyone. You didn’t even tell Emily, who was the only person you kept in contact with after leaving and that only started a year ago. 

“How the fuck do you know that?” Your body twisted to look at him, it wasn’t exactly comfortable in the passenger seat of the car but it didn’t matter. 

Nestor stayed silent, but you knew him well enough to know that he was thinking of what to say. His mind was going a mile a minute but he showed no sign of it. He was as stoic as they come. 

“You have 5 more seconds to think of something or I’m telling you to stop this car and I’m walking home.” 

“I checked in on you.” 

“You what?”

“I check–”

“Pull over.” 

That made Nestor turn to look at you. You weren’t facing him anymore you were bending over to pick up the things you had in front of you to leave. At this point you were seeing red, you had half a mind to just open the door and jump out on your own. 

“Y/N, don’t be fuckin’ stupid.” 

There it was. The Nestor you knew. Not this facade he put up as head of security of the Galindo Cartel. 

“Ah, there he is.” The smile on your face was sarcastic and it was begging for Nestor to truly start this fight. 

“You’re acting ridiculous.” His head shook and was filled with a look of disgust. 

Picking up your finger, you pointed at yourself. “I’m–I’M acting ridiculous?” A scoff left your mouth. “Fuck you. You had no right to ‘check in on me’, you lost any right to know anything about me 3 years ago.” 

“Your Mikey’s sister, I have to keep tabs.” There was the stoic tone again. 

“You didn’t look me up for your precious Mikey. You looked me up because you regretted your choice the minute I left. You just were too pussy to leave.” 

“I have a job to do here, Y/N. I couldn’t just up and leave!” You broke him. There was a part of you that was proud of yourself. He had hurt you so much 3 years ago and you never got to express that to him, you let the bitterness build up in you and this was long overdue. 

“I had a ticket for you.” It was your turn to be stoic. 

“The ticket you ripped up and threw on the floor of my apartment?” A chuckle left his mouth. 

“The ticket I ripped up and threw on the floor of your apartment because I had just found out that you poured hot grease on an innocent man.” 

“Jesus Christ.” 

You shook your head and lowered your voice, “you chose my brother everyday for 3 years. 1095 times you woke up and chose Miguel Galindo over me. You chose murdering people over me. You chose torturing people over me. You chose to be Galindo’s dirty worker. Which is fine. That was your decision but every day you woke up and chose him, you weren’t choosing me.” 

“I chose you when I went and found those guys who kidnapped you and killed them.” Nestor hadn’t been so forthcoming before but he was angry. 

“That was not choosing me. That was choosing the Galindo Cartel.” 

“You left. Not me.”  Nestor’s voice leveled. 

“Tell me one thing.” Your voice was calm, you were on the verge of losing it. “Did you ever even love me?” 

It was a weighted question, you wouldn’t have cared if he took a minute to answer, but he didn’t. 

“My answer to that doesn’t change anything.” 

Your heart dropped. Not exactly sure why, as he didn’t actually give you an actual answer. But your mind was trying to decipher what he meant. It could have been a ‘yea but it doesn’t matter things are way to far past that’ or a ‘no and I don’t want to talk about it so I’m going to say it doesn’t matter to spare you breaking down in my car’

Okay, you were overthinking, but they weren’t that far off from being real possibilities. A light from ahead caused you to look forward, and that’s when you noticed you were pulling up to Nestor’s apartment. Not home. Not the hospital. 

For a moment you felt relief knowing you scored more time where you weren’t going to have to deal with Miguel or the heaviness of just being home. You looked over at Nestor, half prepared to thank him, sarcastically ofcourse, but all in all you were ready to put whatever fight this was behind you because of his gesture. But he was quiet and still, you forgot about this part of him, the cartel side. It had clearly taken over since you left, before there was a visible line, but now things were blurred. You practically laughed as you shook your head and opened the car door as it was still moving.

Even though everything was different with Nestor, everything was exactly the same with his apartment. You walked up the stairs and picked the key up from under his front mat. It was laughable that the head of security for the Galindo Cartel was hiding his house key under the front mat but old habits die hard. 

You slammed the door, knowing he had to be shortly behind you but selling your point about how mad you were was top of mind. Without thought you moved through the living room and opened the blinds and escape to the balcony. Standing there, looking out at the view of Santo Padre you took a deep breath as it all came crashing down on you like a pile of bricks. You were home. Dita was in the hospital half burned from an attempt at her own life. The man you were in love with was acting like a dickhead. And you hadn’t even seen your brother yet. No wonder you left all those years ago. 

The sliding door opened but your head didn’t move. 

“I forgot how cold it could get here.” Your arms crossed, hugging yourself. 

“Stay.” Nestor leaned back against the railing with his arms intertwined. 

His request was laughable, and that’s what you did, laugh. 

“And do what?” You shot a glare at him. 

“Be with me.” His voice was soft now, like the man you had known to love. “Move in here, you’ll be able to check in on Dita, your brother misses you, it’s–” he was getting needy you could hear it in his voice but that didn’t stop you from cutting him off. 

“You can’t use my words on me. I asked you to be with me 3 years ago. And you know what I got instead? I got my brother’s best friend going face first into the cartel. I wanted Nestor. MY Nestor. But the minute I asked you to be with me you chose Miguel. It will always be him. You asking me to stay here, to live here, that’s not for me, that's for you. For my stupid fucking brother. You KNOW I can’t be here. I was kidnapped. I was fucking BURNED,” you lifted your shirt up to show the small part of your abdomen that was burned, not to be underwhelmed with the entire burn scar on your back. 

“And I–” Nestor pushed himself off the railing to argue with you. 

“And you went with Mikey to make it right,” you mocked him in the best version of his voice you could get. “You went with the head of the Galindo Cartel and burned innocent people until you finally got the right one. Don’t sell it for anything less than what it is.” 

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” His voice was now raised and loud. Very loud.

“NOTHING.” You moved your body to face him, hands still tucked under your arms. “I want nothing from you.” You took steps closer to him so now you were face to face. “I want nothing from you, or from Mikey, or from anyone in your little fucking circle. You know what I want? I want to see my mother for what is probably the last time in my life, and I want to leave. I want to never see your stupid fucking face ever again, your stupid shades, your stupid braids, your stupid apartment, I want to live a life free of you.” The statement was long and winded and at some point tears had left your eyes. You didn’t bother wiping them, all you did was stare at Nestor. 

He took a step forward and that’s when his hand reached out and cupped your face. His lips touched yours instantly. It was desperate, and you knew it not only from the way his lips crashed against yours and he held your head tight to his but because in no time before this when you had fought had he ever kissed you. Not when you got hurt. Not even when you left. All you had were stolen moments. Glances, smiles, winks, hand holds that lingered just a couple seconds too long. But never a kiss. 

It was ironic. Poetic tragedy some might say. That your first kiss was likely to be your last. At first, you gave into it, and let the desperation flood over the both of you. You embraced it until you realized this was going to do nothing but hurt you and him so you pulled away, letting your forehead head rest against his. 

“Please just stay.” He asked you again, this time at a whisper. “Don’t you love me?” Those last words snuck out at even a softer tone but you managed to hear them as everything around you was silent. 

“My answer to that doesn’t change anything.” After using the same words he hit you with earlier, you held your position there with him for a few more beats before pushing away and leaving him alone on that balcony. Making your way through the living room, you grabbed the one bag he must’ve carried in and made your way back downstairs as you pulled out your phone. 

It was insane how you were about to call your brother to pick you up. This whole thing was full of irony. But the sooner you could get this all over with, the sooner you’d be out of here and back to a life where none of this mattered or existed. There was a piece of you that wanted to look up, get one more look of the man on the balcony but if you did there was a slight chance you’d go back on everything, and that just wasn’t a chance you could take. So instead, you called Miguel and kept looking into the dark void that was your hometown of Santo Padre.

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[ailendolin]

Whump Wednesday - 55 - BBC Ghosts

Title: Weaving Baskets [AO3]

Characters: Humphrey, The Captain, Thomas, Mary and Annie

Prompt: A story about Humphrey finding out about Mary and mourning her loss. - Prompt sent in by the lovely @bitchytidalwavebouquetworld-blog

A/N: This was both incredibly difficult and cathartic to write, to be honest. I've dealt with a huge personal loss this year so writing about grief now hits a little closer to home than it would have before. Because of that, I'm not quite sure I managed to do your prompt and Humphrey justice but I hope you enjoy your fic anyway!

Prompts are open, so if you want me to write a story for you as well just send me an ask with the fandom, characters and your prompt. I’m writing for Ghosts, Yonderland, Horrible Histories and Bill at the moment.

Six Idiots Whump Wednesday / Fluff Friday masterlist is here.

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Weaving Baskets

“Humphrey. Now, I’m afraid I have some rather sad news.”

Humphrey did not know what exactly he’d expected to come after that statement – a report of his body having had yet another tryst without his knowledge, perhaps? – but it certainly hadn’t been this.

“Oh,” he said softly as the Captain’s words sank in. In his mind, he saw a light, surprised faces, a brief moment of peace – and then nothing. Nothing but grief.

It was unbelievable; unfathomable. “When – when did it happen?”

The Captain cleared his throat. “Earlier today. There was no warning. The light just appeared above her and then she was … then she was gone. Just like that.”

He bowed his head and looked away, still in shock even though he’d had a whole day to come to terms with what had happened – a whole day that Humphrey had spent outside, completely unaware that a part of his world had been missing for hours and would never return. Anger mixed with desperation, shock and grief and clawed its way up his throat. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

The Captain’s eyes flicked up to meet his. They were shining with shame and guilt when he admitted, “To be honest? It didn’t even cross my mind. I – that is, we – were so caught up in the moment, so … so lost that there was no room for anything but her.” He cleared his throat once more before he straightened his back. “I know that doesn’t make it right, and I am sorry we forgot about you, Humphrey. So very sorry. You should have been with us at the memorial.”

“Memorial?” Humphrey echoed, feeling a pit open up in his stomach – wherever it and the rest of his body were right now.

The Captain nodded tightly. “Yes, well – it was Alison’s idea, really. And Thorne – Thomas, I should say – came up with quite the lovely way of commemorating Mary, believe it or not.”

Humphrey listened in silence as the Captain told him about all the things Alison had gathered in Mary’s memory and found himself desperately wishing that he had been there, that just this once the others would have remembered to bring him along. Still, when the Captain mentioned the basket he couldn’t help the wet chuckle that escaped him.

“Five potatoes high,” they said in unison. Their eyes met. “She never said how large the potatoes had to be, did she?”

The Captain shook his head. “And we never asked.”

Humphrey sighed heavily. “No, we did not.”

There was a beat of silence before the Captain hung his head and admitted in a broken voice, “I shall miss her, Humphrey. Very much.”

Humphrey’s face softened. “I think we all will, mate.”

The Captain nodded in defeat and squeezed his eyes shut. For several long seconds, he stood perfectly still before he sucked in a shuddering, heart-breaking breath.

“Do you mind if I sat you down?” he managed to choke out, pointing at the sofa. “I … I think I need a moment alone.”

He looked so genuinely apologetic for being overwhelmed by his grief that Humphrey didn’t have the heart to tell him no even though the last thing he wanted right now was to be alone.

“Of course not. Just put me upright against the – yes, thank you.”

He watched the Captain stiffly turn around and walk out of the room, his shoulders a little more hunched and his pace a little less brisk than it usually was as if he was weighed down by his grief. Humphrey wondered if he’d look the same were his head attached to his body right now or just lost and empty. His thoughts instinctively shied away from the pain of Mary’s loss and he had to force them right into the centre of his grief just so he would feel something apart from this hollow numbness that had taken up residence inside his heart the moment the Captain had broken the news to him.

His heart.

Humphrey closed his eyes in regret.

Mary had once told him that his body, “be that bit that hath the heart.” While he’d understood what she was trying to say at the time he couldn’t say he had actually believed her words. Now he would give anything for her to have been right because it would mean he wouldn’t have to feel his heart breaking into a hundred jagged pieces right now as centuries worth of memories flashed through his mind. They reminded him of the sunlight in Mary’s eyes when she smiled, the nervousness in her hands when she fiddled with her apron and the clear sound of her voice every time she laughed and called him head bit.

Humphrey had always hated that nickname, if one could even call it that. But now? Now he desperately wished he could hear her say it one last time.

To his surprise, he felt tears well up in his eyes. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had cried. It must have been when–

Humphrey felt his throat close up.

Annie.

By some stroke of luck, he had been present when Mary came back alone from her walk that day and told the others what had happened. She’d looked at them for a long moment afterwards, her eyes sadder than Humphrey had ever seen them, before she’d given a little shrug and turned away as if it didn’t matter, as if she hadn’t just lost the best friend she ever had. Humphrey had grieved more for her loss that day than his own, and it was perhaps for that reason that losing Mary hit him so much harder now: because this time, he was grieving his for himself.

He didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye.

Feeling a sob claw its way up his throat, Humphrey pressed his lips as tightly together as he could. The room suddenly felt too large, too empty. Would anyone even notice if the light took him now? Would they miss him? Would they mourn him?

He sucked in a trembling breath. Where was his body when he needed it? He couldn’t stay here, on his own. Not now, not when–

“Humphrey,” he heard a soft voice say in surprise. Humphrey opened his eyes to see Thomas standing over him, his face unusually sombre. “What are you doing here? I thought you were with the Captain.”

He looked around the room with a frown. Humphrey couldn’t tell if he was angry or worried. A bit of both, perhaps.

“He needed a moment,” he said at last.

“I see,” Thomas said with a sigh. He briefly glanced at the door the Captain had left through before his eyes met Humphrey’s again. “Would you like me to take you with me or would you prefer to be alone?”

No, Humphrey thought desperately. Anything but that.

“I’d like some company if you don’t mind,” he said softly.

With a small smile and a nod, Thomas picked him up. His hands were gentle upon Humphrey’s face, careful in a way they’d never been before, and it was that gentleness that proved to be too much.

“Oh Humphrey,” Thomas whispered as the tears Humphrey had managed to kept at bay so far finally welled over. Humphrey sniffed but didn’t try to stop them. What good would it do anyway? Thomas knew exactly how he felt and would not mock him for grieving – of that, if little else, Humphrey was sure in that moment. So he let his tears fall, let Thomas brush them away with his thumb and dab them dry with his sleeve until no more would come and the storm inside him became a distant rumbling.

“Feel better?” Thomas asked, keeping his voice just as gentle as his touches.

Humphrey looked up at him. “Not really. Just tired.”

“Maybe this will help,” Thomas said. Instead of explaining, he wordlessly ascended the stairs and went to his sighing place where he curled up by the window and angled Humphrey’s head so he could look up at the sky.

“We picked a star for her,” Thomas said quietly, his voice hushed and almost reverent. He pointed at the stars. “See that one? The one that twinkles? That’s Mary.”

Blinking against a fresh wave of tears, Humphrey gazed up at the sky. It was breathtakingly clear, and just like Thomas had said there was one star that seemed to twinkle a little more brightly and merrier than the others.

“Annie is right beside her,” Thomas added softly.

The grief that had seemed so unbearable only a moment ago suddenly mellowed into something softer and gentler as Humphrey looked up at the two stars that twinkled side by side in the sky just like they had as ghosts. For the first time since the Captain had picked him up earlier, he found it easy to breathe.

“Mary would like that.”

Thomas nodded, still looking at the sky. “Yes, I think she would. I hope they’re happy wherever they are.”

They fell silent as they continued gazing at the stars. Neither of them said anything when the Captain joined them by the window, nor when the others, Humphrey’s body included, found their way to it as well. Thomas simply shifted a little to make room for them before he returned his gaze to the heavens again, to Mary and Annie and all the other bright souls that made up the universe above them.

It was only when the sun began to tint the horizon in beautiful yellows and oranges that he broke the silence. “A new day dawns.”

The Captain softly cleared his throat before he mimicked holding a glass. “To Mary.”

“To Mary,” they echoed.

Humphrey expected everyone to leave and shuffle off to bed then but to his surprise no one moved. They fell asleep right where they were, leaning on each other in more ways than one, and Humphrey’s heart, beating just somewhere to his left, felt full despite missing the part that Mary had taken up to the stars with her.

His eyes met Thomas’s in the gentle morning light and something soft and silent passed between them. One of Thomas’s hands settled on Humphrey’s head, gently resting there, and Humphrey allowed his tired eyes to fall close.

Cradled in the midst of his family, he fell asleep and dreamed of blues and yellows and weaving baskets five potatoes high.

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