#it’s just so sad that he truly understood her only after she died

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

I'll come pick it up after pt.9

John Egan X Female! Reader

Summary: No matter how hard he try, John Egan can't escape the war. Even when he's in London...

Waring: Sadness/ mention of a dead children, brother/ historical inaccuracies/ grief/ crying/ use of Y/n/ allusion to sex

Word count: 970 words

The morning after, Egan woke up, naked next to his nurse. She helped him when he woke up during the night, he was starting to lose his mind, seeing the effect of the bombs he dropped. He stretched his arms and looked at his nurse, she looked so peaceful, the opposite of her life and his right now. He looked at the time, 11:17, it was almost noon. He decided to wake her up by kissing her neck, not the start anything sexual, just to tickle her, so she wakes up with a smile. When she opened her eyes, she saw her pilot, with a huge smile on his face. ‘’Good morning, darling’’ he said, with his raspy morning voice. She giggled, she always found men with low, raspy voice attractive. ‘’Why are you laughing’’ he asked, smiling. ‘’Your voice is hot’’ she mumbled, stretching her arms. She went on top of him, only to get out of bed, and tease him a little. She was naked, they didn’t bother to put cloths on after the midnight ride. ‘’Wanna go explore the city?’’ she asked, while getting dressed. She wore a white blouse, with long sleeves, with blue checkered pants. The occasion where she could wear pants were rare, but she loved it. It was more comfortable than a skirt, and it didn’t expose her private parts if it was windy outside.

After they ate, they started to walk around London, they were holding hands. He was happy he could show her off. At the base, they didn’t want to show too much affection, it was where they worked, he had a war to win, and she had people to heal. Bucky wanted to buy the newspaper, he wanted to understand what happened yesterday. When he was walking towards the seller, they both heard a woman scream. Their head turned to see a house that collapsed, people were scouting the debris in search of people. ‘’No! Please my daughter’’ the woman cried. Y/n heart was breaking, she had heard the same screams when her mother learned that her son had died. Her eyes filled with tears, she wanted to hug her, two men were holding her arms, so she wouldn’t go in the debris. One of the men that was on the destroyed house was holding the corpse of a dead children. Bucky was watching the scene with a lump in his throat, was this how the Germans acted too, when he dropped bombs on their house? With almost no compassion, the men holding the kid, walked in front of the mother like she wasn’t there. Y/n walked towards the woman. She was wailing on the ground; no mother should ever lose her children. Bucky was paralyzed, he couldn’t move, but he was looking at his girl, she was helping the mother, she was so selfless, but in a good way, ‘’I’m so sorry for your loss’’ Y/n said, kneeling in front of the woman.

She wanted to be in front of her to make the woman feel heard. Y/n wanted to let her know that she was there, she understood. She never lost a daughter, but she had lost a brother. The mother didn’t say anything, she just hugged the nurse. ‘’It’s okay, I got you’’ The people that were watching the scene, began to leave, but Bucky stayed, waiting for his girl. But he wasn’t gonna pressure her, she needed to help that woman, and he understood why. After a few minutes passed, the woman stopped hugging Y/n, thanking her for being there and started to walk away. Y/n went back to Bucky, he was looking pale. ‘’Bucky are you okay?’’ she asked, taking his hand. To show him that she was there. He looked at her, smiling. He didn’t want to say what was truly on his mind: how many children died because of me? Instead, he just said he was fine. She didn’t believe him, she knew what he was thinking, but she didn’t want to pressure him.

When Bucky read the first page, he thought his legs were going to abandon him. The mission was a disaster, they had a huge number of losses. Was his best-friend in the line up? Egan looked at Y/n, they were supposed to be on vacation, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about the war. ‘’Call the base, I know you need to do it.’’ She calmly said. That was all he needed to hear, he went into a red cabin and called the base, praying for good news.

Y/n was waiting outside the cabin, hearing a little bit of the conversation, but when Bucky smacked the telephone, she knew something was wrong. He came out of the red booth, the expression on his showed so many emotions, anger, sadness and grief. ‘’What happened?’’ she asked, wanting news. ‘’Buck went down’’ she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, the compassionate smile on her face faded. Gale Cleven was probably dead, she shook her head, in denial. ‘’There’s a mission tomorrow, I said I was going to be there, leading it. We must get back to the base, I’m so – ‘’ ‘’Don’t even say your sorry, because I understand. Buck is your best friend, and I have to check on my girls. Don’t apologize, Bucky’’ she said, taking his face with her hands, to make him look at her. He took her hands in his. ‘’Thank you so much, darling, I don’t know how I would do it without you.’’ He kissed her, he was truly grateful for her. ‘’Let’s get back to the base, shall we’’ she said, smiling. He only nodded, he was angry, he wanted to rip the head off every German for hurting his best friend. He was going to paint Germany red, with the blood of it’s population...

Part 10⬇️

#john egan x female reader #john egan x reader #major john egan #john egan #master of the air imagine #master of the air #callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #callum turner #gale cleven #austin butler

[acourtofthought]

I just need to rant.

At the end of SF, I'm happy that the relationship among the Archeron sisters is healing and going in a healthier direction. However, I think her stay in the Night Court was just her surviving and ignoring the events that contributed to her trauma. She can't bloom in a place where no one believes in her abilities and herself. It can't be helped that the perceptions of those around her lead to her infantilization.

Elain doesn't want to be coddled. Elain wants to help. Elain wants to be seen. Elain wants to be understood. Her stay in the night court will not give her that. She needs to leave.

Elain needs to be with people who can help her process her trauma. She needs to be with people who believe in her and push her to greater heights. I think her mate and the band of exiles can do that.

It upsets me that there are people who think Elain is fine in the night court. Makes me think they read with their eyes closed.

I think Elain is fine in the NC.

But fine isn't a strong emotion, is it? "How are you?" "I'm fine."

That's not what I think anyone strives for.

"I'm wonderful", "I'm so happy", "I feel alive."

Fine is not bad but fine is not really good either.

Elain managed to find good in the shack they used to live in, they had lost their lifestyle, their mother, their friends during their time in poverty yet Elain still held on to her optimism even though it may have been muted. So I don't doubt that's what she's doing in the Night Court as there are things to be happy about there. She has a beautiful home to live in, she has food, she has her hobbies, people to talk to and she now has a new adorable nephew after he and Feyre nearly died. That alone would have her counting her blessings.

Optimists will always try to focus on those things rather than dwell on what they don't have but that doesn't mean she's in the place where she truly thrives and is alive.

Just because she's not ranting and raving and is trying to make the best of her situation doesn't mean she doesn't lay in the dark at night wondering why things still feel off, feeling hurt that she's not taken seriously in the same way Feyre and Nesta are but trying not to be because she understands she's never going to be a warrior the same way they are, because she's always known how others view her.

I appreciate that Elain has a different sort of strength, the kind that makes her kind and loving regardless of what is thrown her way so I wouldn't expect her to throw a fit over their treatment. But you'd think if someone claims to actually like Elain's character, they would feel indignant on her behalf.

You'd think they'd be angry at Nesta completely disregarding her wishes.

You'd think they'd be angry at the way Az speaks about Elain, how she shouldn't be exposed to the trove yet is fine with Nesta searching. How he can't admit to having thought of a future with her beyond his sexual fantasies.

You'd think they'd feel sad for her, that even though Feyre has started to think of Elain as a person she can ask to do something dangerous (as she did with the Trove), she STILL only considers Elain to be a pleasant companion and nothing more, despite Elain's attempts to bond with Feyre over the past year.

You'd think they'd be frustrated at how they encouraged every other single female to train her powers except for Elain.

It's so clear that Elain will not be getting what she needs from those in the Night Court, they were encouraging Nesta to train all the way back in ACOWAR yet it's still crickets on any attempts with helping Elain with hers. You're right though, Lucien and the BOE are her best chance for others pushing her to embrace what she's capable of.

If anyone thinks the version of Elain that we are currently seeing is Elain at her best, that she's clearly "found" her people, I have to say this is quite the drop from SJMs typical FMCs. I think I'd rather Elain back in the human lands, surrounded by a circle of friends, flushed and brilliant than the lackluster version we've had of her as of late.

#elain archeron #pro elucien

[t3a-tan]

Failed Meeting - The Meeting

James meets Sammy! Well...kind of.

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Sammy was home.

After years of suffering, grief, and losing hope, she was home.

Of course, she enjoyed hanging out with Oscar. After months she truly began to trust him— not blindly, but she didn't even need to say her boundaries before he respected them. He always seemed to notice when she was sad or scared or uncomfortable.

But it still wasn't home.

Realistically she understood that her home was gone; it had been torn away the moment her personal hell began. It died when she watched her brother fade away, too far from reach.

Or, so she thought, until Oscar had offered to take her on a walk out into nature. Sammy had agreed, if only to sit against his chest in his pocket and let her bad thoughts disappear with every chime of his warm laughter.

As embarrassed as she was to admit it, she loved when he would hold his hand against her as she sat in his chest pocket. She felt safe; his hands were protective. Sometimes she wished she could lay surrounded by them forever…

And that was when—as she looked out at the trees—she noticed that she recognized them. In a hurry she began to direct Oscar, her heart racing in anticipation, knowing that with each turn the route was being solidified, and her home was coming back.

She had at first resolved herself to live alone with Oscar. She was fine with that— happy even. But the moment they entered the oak forest she couldn't help but hope that she was right.

Oliver had been like an older brother to her for her whole life. He had moved in with her parents after she was born, and so they had been raised with each other. As Sammy grew he taught her many things her parents couldn't; like how to read and write.

Sammy was almost scared to see him again, if this really was the right forest. Would he recognize her..? How would he react to Oscar..? All of these worries were secondary to her desperation to see another member of her family again.

Oliver broke down at the sight of her, recognizing her instantly, and Sammy almost did the same, letting him cradle her scarred face with a sad smile. He then pulled her in for a hug, holding her close— that was the last straw for Sammy as she held her older cousin tightly.

Almost as if she was back to being 14. The age she was taken.

Oliver reacted surprisingly well to Oscar, thanking him profusely and acting like he wasn't a human at all. Sammy had been confused by his lack of fear, but it definitely made it easier to introduce the two to one another.

Sammy decided she wanted to stay with Oliver for a few weeks, to catch up with him and just to enjoy his company again. Oscar understood, and although she could see the sad puppy look in his eyes, he assured her that she should stay as long as she needed.

Which led her to now.

Home.

…

Oliver had been taking time to focus on Sammy completely. He was devastated to hear that his aunt and Tanner had both passed away, but couldn't hold back his joy and relief over Sammy returning.

She looked different in a few ways. The last time he saw her she was a mischievous and bright-eyed young girl, outgoing and a proud borrower; like his uncle. Now she was a young lady, haunted and warrior-like, paradoxically brave whilst also being terrified of what the world had made her into.

Oliver didn't push for any information that she didn't willingly give up herself. His questions were always gentle, his movements careful.

For the first week Oliver had lay awake for most of each night, watching over Sammy and processing that she was finally home again.

Every time he observed her abused body he couldn't help but feel a mix of wanting to cry all over again whilst also wishing the most painful deaths imaginable on whatever insane human had gone so far. The kinds of scars she had sustained were far beyond any cruelty he had witnessed himself.

So, with that in mind, and with what he had learned through occasional chats with Oscar, he decided not to introduce Sammy to James. Not yet. She was in a fragile state of mind, and just because she trusted one human did not mean she was ready to meet another.

But after a particularly bad nightmare Sammy had, waking Oliver up when he saw her having a violent panic attack, she begged to be allowed to come with him on Gail. Oliver had agreed.

He explained once they were within James's walls the situation, assuring Sammy that his friend was a safe human, like Oscar. After a brief moment of panic at the news, Sammy calmed down and said that she would stay inside the tunnels whilst Oliver hung out with James.

Although hesitant to leave her alone, he agreed. He couldn't force his cousin to meet a new human if she was scared. Her fear, after all, was built upon years of torture.

…

Sammy was nervous, spying through various holes and cracks at the human that Oliver was hanging out with. She wanted to make sure that nothing would happen— and as much as she wanted to be out there protecting Oliver from harm, the thought of being in front of a new human sent her into a panic 

So she watched instead.

Oliver seemed just as comfortable with James as he was with any borrower, which was confusing. Borrowers and humans were different— humans were monsters; only some could be fully trusted.

Through her observations she found that Oliver's human was rough and reckless. He would poke and tease Oliver as he pleased, picking him up whenever he wanted to go anywhere else— and sure, Oliver didn't look like he minded, but her cousin must be brainwashed.

Oscar always asked, always checked, and was always gentle with her. That's why he could be trusted. He understood what a human was and was doing the opposite— but Oliver's human didn't seem to care that he was a monster at all. He wasn't even trying not to be scary.

After watching for a couple hours she began to feel more and more at ease. Not enough to be okay with meeting the frightening human Oliver somehow considered friendly, but enough that when she felt a bit peckish she could actually leave the walls to take something from the kitchen.

There was no entrance directly on the counter— or rather, there was, but it was slightly blocked by the toaster so she couldn't push it open. Luckily there was one on the floor on the other side of the kitchen, so Sammy exited from there and uses her hook to climb up onto the counter.

She focused on a pack of oyster crackers that were out on the side— only a small pack, but perfect for borrowing. She made sure to be completely silent as she began to drag the tiny packet across the countertop back towards her hook. As she did so, her mind wandered onto her own human.

She smiled just thinking about him. He was such a thoughtful and kind human— probably the nicest human on Earth.

Sammy froze up when she felt the ground shaking; a tell-tale sign of a human moving about. She went still, trying to focus and figure out if he was coming towards the kitchen or not. As soon as she realized he was she quickly abandoned her prize and, knowing there wasn't enough time to climb down, she instead ran and hid behind the coffee machine.

She covered her mouth to keep from being heard, staying perfectly still. The human would leave. He would leave. Her mind was plagued with flashbacks as she felt the shaking stop at exactly where she was. She could almost feel the cold metal bars around her again, the amused murmurs of humans, the probing fingers.

She fought off the panic, knowing that she couldn't afford to make any sound right now. Oliver may say that his human was trustworthy, but Sammy knew better than to blindly believe that.

Hearing her heart pounding in her ears, she listened as James activated the coffee maker. All normal. All good. Her heart practically stopped when she heard the man speak.

"A hook..? Is this…" She turned, watching from behind the coffee machine as the human picked up her hook, cursing internally at that fact. She should have picked it up and brought it with her, but she was in such a hurry to hide that she had completely forgotten it.

"Oliver? Did you leave your hook in here?" The human called out, whilst walking back towards the living room— just enough to hear Oliver's response. Sammy couldn't hear it, only getting to hear his human's side of the conversation.

"What!? Really? Can I..?" He trailed off, leaving Sammy confused. She peeked out, watching the one-sided interaction.

"But—" The coffee maker beeped, causing Sammy to flinch whilst also signaling the human returning to grab his mug of coffee. Sammy quickly ducked her head back behind the coffee machine. "Hang on. Let me just get my coffee."

James had been told vaguely that Oliver had found his cousin a few weeks ago. They both had celebrated the discovery with a hug, and then James had also comforted Oliver as the man finally allowed himself to grieve his aunt and his youngest cousin. James knew very little about the situation, just that Oliver's cousin Sammy was absolutely terrified of humans.

He wanted to meet her though— to show her that there was nothing to be scared of with him. Oliver had been teaching him how to act with other borrowers, and he felt like he could be trusted to not scare the girl.

Oliver had yet to explain what Sammy had suffered— partially because she hadn't even opened up to him fully on her experiences, so he wouldn't go around talking about her trauma without her permission. He felt that leaving it at you'll meet her when she's ready was sufficient enough.

But James, now knowing that Sammy was probably somewhere on the counter, couldn't help but take the opportunity. He noticed the oyster crackers that she had probably been trying to take and got an idea. If he gave them to her then she would understand he wasn't trying to hurt her, wouldn't she? She already knew he was Oliver's friend after all.

His eyes scanned the counter for potential hiding spots. The biggest one… the coffee maker. If he was small he'd definitely pick that as a hiding place. He took his coffee mug off of it to make sure it wouldn't spill before moving the machine to the side, glad to find he was right. Just as he was about to say hello, he stopped, struck by her appearance.

He had seen Oliver's sketches of his cousin before… He didn't expect her to look exactly the same, but as he took in her disheveled appearance, her unnaturally blonde hair and glowing blue eyes, so many scars— He felt a bit sick when he saw she had a prosthetic arm, one that hadn't been there before.

James wasn't expecting this to be the state she was in, and the moment he realized why she must be terrified of humans he regretted moving the coffee machine.

Why didn't I just listen to Oliver?

"Hello…" His voice was quiet, uncommitted, sad. He had seen some awful stuff in his line of work, but not like this. Stabbings, sure— but this was a victim of multiple years of torture, clearly. His mind raced as he continued to scan over her seemingly never ending scars; new and old.

He received no response, not that he was really expecting one. Her terror was palpable.

Rather than standing around and making it worse, James tensely placed the packet of oyster crackers and her hook near her, trying not to get his hand too close but failing as he saw her flinch and cower.

"I— sorry." That was all he could say before he took his mug, stepped back, then quickly left the room.

Oliver was not going to be happy about this.

#g/t community #ocs #g/t artist #g/t #borrowers #g/t writer #giant/tiny #borrower au #g/t au #g/t writing #g/t angst #giant/tiny writing

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hey Mousy!

I was thinking about how reckless the farmer can be, you know, fighting monsters, overworking to maintain a farm, and even being a guinea pig for others.

But despite all that, the farmer stays alive (CofcofPoweroftheScrollandMr.Qicofcof)

But, how do you think the villagers would react to the news of the farmer's death?

Oh, pain... 🥲 Thank you for ask, Shiro 🫶

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It was rare to catch a conversation between Marlon and Lewis, but the old adventurer had come to the town mayor's home... with tragic news. Marlon himself was as gloomy as a dark cloud. The news he brought had shocked the equally old Pelican Town Mayor.

They're.... dead? In the mines?

Merciful Yoba.... But, they came here as farmer, why did they have to go into the most dangerous place?...

The next ones to be shocked were Dr. Harvey, who stated Farmer's official death, and Maru, who was helping him. The young inventor gasped in horror: seeing Farmer's body had made her sick, so Harvey had to do almost everything himself. All this was late at night, and just the next day in the afternoon, Maru was to meet her girlfriends at Haley and Emily's house to discuss various gossip. And Maru (unfortunately), also got some news.....

All the girls gasped after hearing this, Penny even dropped her tea cup from shock. Abigail turned even paler, because just yesterday she had begged Farmer to take her to the mines, but Farmer had politely refused her. Perhaps, because of this, they had saved her from death...

Pelican Town is a small town, and news of the death spread like the plague. Caroline and Pierre learned everything from their daughter, truly regretting the death of the young farmer. And even though Pierre was not close to them and for him it is, in fact, just the loss of another client, he does not wish anyone such a terrible fate, to die young, alone...

Gus didn't turn on the music machine in the Saloon, also giving himself over to mourning the loss of a member of their commune. Let the others not be fooled by the rather stale reaction of Shane, Alex, and George in calling the farmer a fool. They just don't know how to react to the loss of a loved one again.

It would seem that Clint couldn't have gotten any sadder than his usual state, but when the only person he considered a true friend dies... It's painful.

It's pain for Robin to construct a gravestone instead of useful buildings for farming. Sebastian, along with Abby and Sam shut themselves in his room in the basement, trying to hide from the pain that way. Vincent didn't understand at first why his parents sat sad, but Jas immediately realized why Aunt Marnie's eyes were red. She understood why Uncle Willy had taken off his hat as he saluted the dead farmer.

Everyone was at the funeral, mourning the young farmer. As dusk descended on the Valley, no one noticed several figures standing near the fresh grave. No one saw how Marlon placed their sword beside the grave, how Rasmodius made the flowers beside the grave grow, decorating it with a single movement of his hand. And how quietly Linus stood, whispering a farewell to the young soul who had not been afraid to go into danger to protect the people of Stardew Valley.

#I'm enjoying experimenting with a new writing format #i hope you like it Shiro #I'm so excited to write more #stardew valley #sdv #i actually got a little confused and trying to guess do toy mean only SDV townies or from the mods too #so i decided do only vanilla #i hope you don't mind #also yay another sad headcanon! #sdv community #sdv headcanons #damn i have inspiration right now and go full speed with writing #how the fuck inspiration even works?..

[akutasoda]

hello! ^o^ i hope this isn’t too much to ask but I had an idea. I was thinking a little bit of angst with tecchou but not a complete angst, you’ll see hehe. so I was thinking, hunting dogs are in a mission, a very difficult mission and tecchou sacrifices himself in the middle of the mission and thanks to that, hunting dogs win. S/o is depressed and they go back to their camp that they set close to the place of the mission. Days pass after tecchou’s “death” and s/o every night goes so far to the camp and cries out loud and one day, before they go back to hq, she’s doing her routine of crying for tecchou all night and suddenly he appears in front of her, he didn’t die! He almost die but for a miracle he could escape! And then she cries louder hugging him🧍🏻‍♀️I hope is good enough for you

never do that again

synopsis - all this time you thought he had died a sacrifice but maybe this wasn't a cruel trick

includes - tecchou

warnings - gn!reader, angst to slight comfort, mention of blood and injury, crying, wc - 1k

a/n: hello! no idea is too much! i love to see all the ideas in my inbox, sometimes i think they're better tha mine haha

quite a few people would agree that dating a co-worker truly never worked out. especially with a job such as yours and your boyfriend's. however the difference for you two was that you both were well aware of the risks but had the confidence that it would work out no matter what issue was presented.

even when it came to balancing your shared personal life with the shared worklife it never really affected the relationship, and not to credit yourselves to much but you both reconned that you handled it very well.

that being said, issues were going to arise one way or another. it just so happened that this one was particularly damaging. an issue had arised quite far away and had led to the involvement of the hunting dogs as a last resort. this meant you and your co-workers would have to be set up elsewhere for a short period of time while the issue was resolved.

there was no big deal initially for anyone, you all reconned that ot eould go smoothly and be back in no time. however it seemed the description of the mission only scratched the surface of the issue. leading to a longer stay and a much dreaded bloody conflict.

no ome expected it to result in a rather violent resolve. but there was no changing that. and tecchou had understood pretty quickly that if he saw an opportunity to end this as quickly as possible he would do so, no matter the consequences. to keep you safe and to ensure justice was enforced. and he saw an opportunity, a less than favourable one but again it was an opportunity. he successfully had managed to leave an opportunity for you and your fellow hunting dogs to swifly win the battle but to you, it was not worth it.

you had finished the battle in an anger consumed state. your mind clouded over with sadness and rage at having witnessed tecchou, the love of your life, sacrifice himself in the middle of the battle. seeing his bloody, presumed, lifeless corpse had broke something within you. but the battle had meant no one had time to retrieve him. this further upset you. with the post-battle clarity washing over, you you melted into a puddle of tears.

your colleagues looked upon you in sorrow and had to escort you back to get you to safety instead of the battlefield. and back at the temporary camp, they left you be as they knew you had to get it out your system. they did offer support but you were too distraught to listen. sealing yourself in your area and crying your heart out and the loss of your loved one. your colleagues hearts couldn't help but feel your sorrow aswell when they heard you sobbing late into the night.

days had passed, not that you noticed however. your eyes were puffy from crying and you looked like a mess but you hardly cared. tecchou's death had lead to the hunting dogs swiftly clearing up the rest of the mission, letting you grieve. and before you knew it one of them informed you that it was over and you would be returning in the morning. you hardly cared. tecchou was dead and nothing felt real anymore.

however, tecchou wasn't dead. he had awoke a few hours had passed from the battle - he thought it was a few hours when in reality it had been a couple of days. the moon shone brightly above him as he hoisted himself up, steadying himself as his head spun from blood loss. now if it were anyone else they would've died ages ago, but thanks to the enhancements given to hunting dogs he had lived. as he glanced around the area he remembered what had happened, his eyes widening realising that after all this time you all probably thought he was dead. and upon this realisation he tried to quickly find base camp to assure them he wasn't dead, more specifically you.

you couldn't sleep at all, even worse than previous nights. and you thought maybe if you too a quick walk you could have another good cry, this time without disturbing your colleagues, then maybe by the time you got back you would sleep. you slowly walked around feeling tears start dripping down your cheeks. you were so lost on what you would do without tecchou, how you could just go back to your normalish life. as you were deep in thought you spotted a figure in the distance.

a figure that looked suspiciously like your deceased lover, your mind probably was playing tricks - how cruel you thought, bitterly chuckling to yourself. the shadow kept moving forwards, seemingly limping and the closet it got the more confused you became. until the figure got close enough to make out every single featire of your lover. was this a trick? you stood stunned, as tecchou stared back. how desperately he wanted yo pull you into an embrace but he knew you probably were in disbelief.

so he painfully opened his arms to gesture you into believing he was infact still alive and standing in front of you to embrace. you still thought it was a trick but you felt inclined to believe it was real. even if this was a trick maybe you could indulge yourself for the last time. cautiously returning the embrace, you realised this was in fact real. your lover wasn't dead and was now infact embracing you in the tightest hug. at this fact you couldn't help but feel your body wrack with sobs. crying into his figure as he only comforted you, reminding you that he wasn't dead and that he loved you dearly.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd tecchou #tecchou x reader

[animeyanderelover]

Tags: @flaming-vulpix

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, abduction, death

The Little Merman Pt.3

Part 2

"Ikuya, just hold still! The doctor won't hurt you!"

You had to press him down by the shoulders, the scene reminiscent of a time where your family used to have one dog which had hated it to be touched when she had somehow hurt herself. Ikuya let out whimpers as he squirmed around in your hold, recoiling whenever the doctor touched him. His amber-colored eyes were looking at you pleadingly as his voice was still too raw and hoarse to use since whatever flu had abruptly hit him nearly two weeks ago. His skin was still burning with his fever and his movements were sluggish as his body was heavy and exhausted.

“Hmm, has his condition become worse or slightly better since my last visit?”

“Slightly better, doctor. But he’s still very weak.”

“The medicine I’ve prescribed?”

“I’ve been giving him the medicine everyday. It at least helped him to sleep better.”

You glanced worriedly at the doctor. You were concerned for Ikuya’s help since he had been in this weak condition for over one week already. You didn’t want to tell him this but in your eyes he just was very delicate so you feared that the sickness would be too much of a toll for him. After all, he had told you that he had lived sheltered on an island for years with his family. He probably wasn’t used to a lifestyle like yours.

“Is… Is he going to be fine, doctor?”

The older man gave you a short laugh when noticing your worried expression.

“Now, now, (y/n). No need to give me such a dejected look. His condition might be weak but it’s nowhere near life-threatening. I’d say if you take care of him like you’ve done until now, he’ll be fine in a week or two. Just continue to give him the medicine.”

You nodded, feeling a weight drop from your heart as you chose to believe the doctor. You’d grown attached to Ikuya in the four months he’d been with you so you wanted him to get fit again.

“Thanks for dropping by again. I can’t thank you enough.”

The doctor waved his hands dismissively.

“No need to thank me. You know that I’ll gladly drop by. Your parents were good friends of mine…”

His eyes shortly darkened as they filled with sadness and weakness and for a moment he looked like he had aged significantly before he resumed his mild grin.

“If anything should happen, just inform me.”

You escorted him out of the house and stood in the doorframe as you waved him goodbye, watching how he disappeared in the woods to walk back to the small town. You hadn’t shown it earlier but now your eyes showed pity as you watched his back in the distance. You’d known him since your earliest childhood days and knew how much he had lost in his life. His wife had died in an accident as her horse had thrown her off and she had smashed her head against a rock, his parents and siblings had passed away years ago, his best friends and also your parents had drowned away and then his only child had been gone missing mysteriously years ago although rumors had it that they’d been kidnapped by the man that had randomly appeared years ago. Your memories were hazy as you had been very small during that time but the one thing you still remembered about that scary man were his cold and unsettling purple eyes that had gazed cruelly at everyone he had laid eyes upon. Gossip in the town by people who had clearer memories of that time than you had told that the only one who had been granted his warm gaze had been the child of the doctor. The doctor truly had lost so much and yet continued to move on. His strength was inspiring.

~

“I know it tasted awful but it’ll help you, I promise.”

You said as you tried to reason with Ikuya to take the medicine that he hadn’t liked from day one. You understood him of course, it smelled bitter and was viscous from it’s texture, not even to mention that the brown-green color of it made it look everything but appetizing. But as your parents had always told you: “It doesn’t have to taste good, it’s just supposed to help you recover.”

He made a grimace as you nearly shoved the spoon in his mouth and the bitter texture spread on his palette, for a short moment you feared that he’d gag but Ikuya managed to force it down his body with an audible gulp.

“There we go. Now you should try to sleep a bit more. You need all the rest that you can get to get better.”

You told him as you pulled the blanket up his body and helped him to lay back down in the bed. You took the warm rag from his forehead, wrung it out before dipping it in cool water to place it onto his warm forehead again.

“So, if you need help with anything, just make yourself noticeable somehow so that I can assist you in whatever way I can.”

You reminded him before standing up from the bed, ready to head to your own room and rest for the night. Just as you were about to leave though, you were stopped by his soft hands weakly grasping your wrist. You turned to him with a slightly surprised look as you wondered what he could want from you.

“S-stay a bit longer with me.” He croaked out with his hoarse voice as good as he could, his eyes staring at you with a frightened gaze. You’d sort of known that he had separation anxiety but it had gotten worse since he had fallen ill. You bit your lip as you saw his gaze that made your heart always waver with guilt. He looked too innocent, too weak, too fragile in such moments as if he would fall apart if you wouldn’t be there for him. You gave in with a sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Only until you’ve fallen asleep.”

You couldn’t even have imagined how happy those words made Ikuya. He had been miserable ever since the mysterious sickness had gotten him and had practically immobilized him. He assumed that it must have been a curse of the sea wizard due to breaking his promise, one that took time to heal. Time that he needed to make you love him.

Instead he could barely go to the bathroom alone as you had to help him with everything. He hated it as much as he loved it at the same time. He’d never been this helpless before in his life and it was humiliating but at the same time he couldn’t help but bask in all of the attention and care you gave him. A part of him couldn’t help but believe that this meant that you loved him too, even if you hadn’t spoken those words yet.

He sluggishly crawled closer to where you were sitting before slowly wrapping his arms around your hips, his head moving up to lay in your lap. You weren’t prepared for this so you flinched surprised upon witnessing his move. Initially you were fully prepared to berate him for this, teach him some boundaries but words failed you when you glanced down at Ikuya. He had closed his eyes, breathing softly with his cheek smushed against your thigh. He looked peaceful and calm for the first time since he’d fallen ill as you knew best how much this sudden disease had worn him down. So you bit your tongue, out of pity, and allowed him to lay in your lap, dozing away to a happy dream in which both of you were lovers and he showed you his own home.

~

It took him weeks until the worst passed by. He still wasn't completely healed but at least now he could walk without your support, even if he was still feeling wobbly on both of his legs. Throughout the entire time where he had been seriously ill though, you never left him once. You catered to his needs as much as you could, took excellent care of him and stayed with him when he got anxious. Multiple times he'd woken up to you sitting on a chair next to his bed, your head tilted over the back of the chair in a position that would surely give you a stiff neck yet you never complained. Because it all was for him. You cared for him! You loved him! It must have been love that made you sacrifice all your time and comfort in favor of nursing him back to health!

~

"You're looking really better now. The medicine of the doctor is really working now." You beamed happily as you shoved a spoon full of vegetable stew in your mouth, munching on it. Ikuya gave you a flustered grin, happy to finally feel better as well as seeing you in such a happy mood to see him well. You were happy because he was finally feeling better... The thought of it made him blush a bit and he shyly averted his eyes to his soup plate. He lifted his own spoon, carefully blew at the steaming food before eating his own share. "It's also because I had you to look after me..." He finally decided to speak up bashfully, although his voice was still very quiet.

"Don't mention it. I'd hate to see someone precious to me suffering. Also, I have lots of experience with taking care of sick people. I had three younger siblings after all."

His heart soared in Ikuya's chest when you mentioned that he was someone precious to you. A giddy feeling took over him, one that almost made him want to skip happily across the room as he helped you cleaning up the table, trying his best to stay stable on his slightly shaky knees. They had felt weird since a few days but you had told him that it probably was the aftereffects of his passing illness. It made sense in his head.

"I'm heading down into the village. I promised to help the fisher there to help them navigate since the weather is a bit rough today. We'll share the money the catch will bring us. You're fine with being alone for a while, right?"

He wasn't and Ikuya wanted to tell you so too. But guilt held him back as he knew that you had already neglected your own work enough for him. So he hid his hands behind his back as they had started trembling as the idea of you leaving him distressed him and gave you a weak smile. "I'll be fine, don't worry."

You didn't look fully convinced but decided to just have faith in him since you'd hate breaking your promise to the people down there. There was also this urgent matter to take care of...

"(y/n)?" Ikuya asked carefully when he noticed that you had spaced out, looking like you were deep in your thoughts. You snapped out of it when you heard his tender voice.

"Don't forget that the doctor will be coming later today to see how you're doing. I might not be back by that time so you'll have to open the door for him." You reminded him quickly before dressing up for the windy weather outside.

"See you later." You told Ikuya before closing the door.

"See you later." Ikuya muttered under his breath even though you couldn't have possibly heard him then as you were already out of the house. He stared at the door dreamily before walking up the stairs, the feeling of giddiness still etched into his chest. He had a good feeling about this. It would all work out. He was sure of it.

Just when he was about to step up the last few stairs, a sudden wave of pain suddenly hit him. It knocked the air out of his lungs as his legs gave in under him due to the painful cramps. All strength left his legs for a moment and it was only because he was thrashing around with his upper body and his arms that he managed to push himself forward and prevent falling down all the stairs. He let out deep and shaky breaths as he crawled up the last few stairs with only his arms, his weak legs sliding over the wooden ground. He turned on his back as soon as he laid safely on the floor, touching his legs confused and frightened. What was wrong right now? This couldn't be normal. He felt his legs trembling under his hands, spasm after spasm going through his muscles that had his face turn into a pained grimace. It took a while for the pain to slowly go away. He took in deep breaths the entire time yet still felt like he wasn't breathing in enough oxygen which slowly had him feel slightly dizzy.

Something was wrong. He could feel it in his stomach.

He slowly removed the baggy trousers that you had bought him to see what was wrong. His heart dropped when he saw teal-colored fish scales covering his pale skin. No, no, no, no. no...

He erratically rubbed the palms of his hands against them as if trying to wipe them away yet they stayed there, although they at least didn't seem to spread further up his legs. For now at least. Abruptly he became aware of the way his chest was heaving for more air as if not getting enough as the dizziness slowly got worse. He got up slowly, pushing himself up with his hands before slowly balancing himself out on his feet. He could see them slightly shaking now as it felt even more difficult now to stand. Despite that he quickly made his way towards his room where you still had a bowl of water just in case you had to use wet rags to cool him down. It felt like the water pulled him towards it as he collapsed next to it and instantly dunked his face into the object. He instantly took deep breaths as soon as his nose was in the liquid and a mixture of relief and dread washed over him when he realized that he could breathe under water.

He sat there a couple of minutes, taking in much needed air before pulling his face out of the bowl, his hair dripping with water and a heavy panic settling deep inside his chest. He was running out of time! He couldn't wait anymore! He-he had to kiss you now!

~

"Your fever has gone down significally and I must say, you look a lot more healthy now."

Ikuya did his best to nod and give the doctor a good smile as he silently prayed for the old man to leave. He had grown to like the old man but his urge to dunk his head under water again was growing stronger and stronger as the headache from the lack of proper air for him was slowly becoming unbearable.

"It's all thanks to you and (y/n). By the way, do-do you know when they'll come back?" Ikuya asked with a hint of urgency in his tone. He didn't have much time left. He could almost feel how the skin on his legs was slowly turning back into scales. He would most likely turn back before the next sunrise.

"I'm afraid that I don't really know. The weather has gotten a bit worse so it might be a bit difficult to sail across the ocean." The old man told him whilst looking out of the window. The blue sky had completely disappeared under the thick layer of grey and dark clouds that poured rain down onto the surface. The weather was scary, he hated storms a lot. They were loud and cold, the only good thing it had brought to him was you.

"May I ask why you want to know that?"

Ikuya hesitated a bit but then just decided that he didn't have to be very specific about it anyways. "There's something I have to tell them..." He admitted silently, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He had locked his eyes onto the ground and didn't see the look of slow but sure realization that spread across the wrinkled face of the doctor, nor the sad glimmer that appeared in his eyes as he looked at Ikuya.

"I think (y/n) might be a bit late today because even if they're already back from fishing, they have something urgent to discuss with a few people."

Ikuya finally looked up, confused by the tone the old man used as he sounded sad and he felt even more confused when he saw how he was looking at him.

"W-what? Something urgent?"

"So (y/n) didn't tell you. They probably didn't want to bother you with anything whilst you're not fully recovered yet."

Hands suddenly grabbed the doctor's shoulders in a tight hold, although he could feel how they were trembling. Wide amber-colored eyes stared at him with confusion and growing fear. Ikuya could barely stand and partially had to use the doctor as a support yet he forced his legs to stand as a new wave of dread filled his veins. Why was the old man looking at him with such pitiful eyes? What was happening with you right now?!

"What do you mean? Please... please tell me." He spoke out in a quivering tone, big eyes looking pleadingly at the doctor. He seemed to contemplate for a while whether to tell Ikuya or not before letting out a sigh, a defeated one.

"(y/n) has been offered a few days ago an engagement with one of the fisher's children and will visit them today to discuss this topic." He said it as neutral as possible in hopes of sparing Ikuya a too big shock.

Nothing could have saved Ikuya from the shock, the confusion, the fear, the pain this news hit him with. It washed over him mercilessly and for a short moment he froze completely. Only seconds later though his body started shaking again as tears spilled down his face as the word kept repeating itself in his head.

Engagement. Engagement. Engagement. Engagement. Engagement. Engagement. Engagement. Engagement. But with someone else...

"I...b-but...why?" He couldn't think straight anymore, couldn't form any proper sentence and his voice nearly died down at the end as he let go. His chest started hurting with another pain that didn't come from breathing properly due to the lack of air. It felt like something was tearing him apart from inside his chest as more tears blurred his vision.

"I don't know if they will agree to the engagement or not. All will be decided today."

But-but you had him! Why would you think about getting engaged to someone else when you had him! You...you were supposed to love him... You loved him! Didn't you?

Ikuya let go of the doctor's shoulder as all strength left him and he fell back into the mattress of the bed, staring blankly into the room as more tears cascaded down his cheeks. Seconds ticked by in which the doctor thought about what he should do right now. Should he stay or leave?

"Leave."

His voice was quiet and shaky but there was an underlying bitterness to it that only someone with a broken heart could feel. Deciding to respect that his patient would need some time alone now to come to terms with the news, the old man slowly left the room. Ikuya only noted absentminded how he left, shut the door behind him and made his way back to the town in the rain and wind. Nothing of that mattered really to him in the moment. The only thing that mattered was you.

~

"Ikuya...? What are you doing outside in this rain?! Quick, go back inside or else you'll catch another cold!"

You had not expected to come home, drenched in water from the sea and the rain, only to find Ikuya standing outside. Wet strands of hair stuck to his face, hiding partially his eyes from your sight. He was drenched just like you were and you could clearly see how his whole body was shivering violently, you assumed because of the cold rain combined with the strong wind.

He didn't move, instead stood in his place, not even glancing at you. You furrowed your brows as you walked closer to him in large strides, concerned for him. What was wrong?

The moment he noticed how you walked closer to him, one hand carefully stretched out to touch him, he flinched away. His whole body jumped back and his head snapped up to look at you and the look in his eyes shot right through your heart. Confusion, fear but above all sorrow beyond words. His amber eyes looked at you as if you'd abused him. You froze in your tracks when he gave you that look and both of you just stood there. Then he abruptly turned around, his back facing you before he sprinted into the forest. You reminded in your frozen position for a few moments as the shock had almost paralyzed you before you finally snapped out of it and ran after him.

"Ikuya!! Ikuya!! Stop! What's wrong?!"

He didn't listen, he didn't stop, he didn't slow down. Ikuya just ran through the growing pain, the burning sensation of his two legs slowly melting back into one fish tail. His lungs hurt as he had never physically exercised like this in this human form and the fact that the air up here slowly didn't provide him with the oxygen that he needed only intensified everything. His head hurt, his chest hurt, he felt dizzy and nauseous and nearly tumbled down a couple of times. His legs lost more and more strength and he knew that he would transform back into a merman very soon.

"Ikuya!! Stop!! The cliff!!!" You yelled after him, your voice layered with fear. Fear for him. Yet now he knew better. You'd never seen him as anything close to a lover. Unlike him you'd never seen him as your light of your life, as your first and only love.

You were out of breath by the time you reached the cliff, your heart threatening to jump out of your throat when he stopped, the slippery ground almost causing him to fall down only for him to halt right on the edge of the cliff. You heard him, saw him visibly gulping for air as if he couldn't breathe properly. You walked slowly towards him, terrified that one wrong move from him could push him into falling into a nearly 30 metre abyss only to sink down and drown into the raging ocean.

"I-Ikuya...please move away from there. You might fall down." You spoke slowly yet despite your best attempt to make your voice sound steady, your tone was wavering. Amber eyes casted a short look down into the ocean before looking straight at you, pinning you onto the ground again as if his gaze had a weight to it that prevented you from moving.

Just now you noticed that his eyes were red and puffy. Had he been crying?

"Did you accept?"

Your mind and your feelings were all over the place, you couldn't think properly anymore.

"What? W-what are you... Ikuya, I-I..." You stumbled over your sentences, unable to form a single coherent one. You didn't understand what he meant but his next question crashed down onto your brain like a landslide, burying all of your thoughts under it.

"D-do you love me?"

All of a sudden you were silent, your mind was silent, no word left your mouth. You just stood there with wide eyes as you stared at him astonished as if not fully registering what he had just spoken.

Now it was Ikuya who slowly walked closer to you, to where you stood. Cold hands gingerly grasped your shoulders and you could feel now how much he was trembling. His eyes were filled to the brim with emotions and now you could clearly see the tears spilling out of his eyes. It nearly made you want to cry as well.

"Please..." He started speaking with a trembling voice, his pleads threatening to break your heart then and there.

"Please love me. Only me. No one else. B-because if you don't...I can never have you."

You could only stare at him as your mind slowly started to work again.

"Ikuya...d-do you know about the-"

You were cut off, caught-off-guard when soft and warm lips pressed against your own pair of lips. You stiffened in Ikuya's hold, eyes somehow opening even wider as he leaned into the kiss, inexperienced yet conveying all of his emotions perfectly.

It was a wonderful feeling for the first few seconds as his stomach and chest exploded with fuzzy and warm feelings. But cold emptiness filled him shortly after as he finally understood your own feelings through the kiss. You didn't love him...and you probably never would.

You were speechless when he pulled away, only able to stare at him as he stepped away from you as if you'd burnt him with your lips, a devastated look in his eyes.

"You don't love me..."

You couldn't even hear what he was whispering more to himself than to you over the howling wind, all you could focus on was how he was stepping dangerously close to the edge of the cliff again. He looked at his own trembling hands for a moment before he locked eyes with you for a last time. Icy fear rolled over you when you saw that look in his eyes. A sad and heart-broken smile was on his face as he let himself fall down and your hand only brushed through the air as you tried to catch him, stop him, hold him.

He heard you crying out his name in a horrified voice, watched your form getting smaller and smaller before he crashed through the surface of the cold water, his skin crawling the moment he was engulfed in it. It was as if being fully submerged in the ocean accelerated his transformation as his legs started shaking and trembling. He watched as the legs he had been walking around with for almost half a year melted together into his teal-colored tail and tore his trousers apart.

As soon as he had reverted back to his real form, he swam away as fast as he could with a bleeding heart that would probably never heal. It had all been for nothing. Six months had been for nothing except making him fall in love with you even more. It hurt, it hurt him so much... He wished he'd never have fallen in love in the first place.

#yandere free #yandere free! #yandere ikuya #yandere kirishima ikuya

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Can you do a morpheus x reader where the reader is a human (and she stays this way) but the special thing about her it's that she is the reencarnation of the woman who was the wife and love of morpheus' life, but now she's a human and even though she can't remember morpheus she's starting to go on dates w him but then the corinthian starts being flirty w her (she thinks he's only being nice) and morpheus gets in a super jealousy mood bc he didn't want to lose her again (her death hurt him like nothing)

Do it only if you want to, thanks!!!

What if I told you none of this was accidental? (Dream of Endless x reader)

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Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Word count: 4.2k

Summary: You saw him once and decided in that moment he was going to be yours, it didn't matter how many dreams you would have, you would propose to him in every single one of them until he says yes.

Warning: Reader really does propose to him every single time, Reader doesn't shut up, Morpheus is the shy type, he wanted to propose first, Corinthian being the best friend you never asked for

A/N: I hope you like it! Sorry it took so long, I wanted it to be perfect and decided to make the reader so unhinged and thought the idea of they interacting on the dreams would be more funny. And everybody! Just a reminder that my inbox is open!

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!

There was a time when the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares was in love. It was after his tumultuous divorce with one of the nine muses, way after that. He met her when the first winds of autumn arrived. She was beautiful on her own way. At first, he was very close at her but with time, she gained his love and adoration. He promised everything she could ever want. The stars in the sky, the clouds on the rainy days, the waves of the ocean, every thought or every dream she had, he would make it possible just for her.

He have her his heart for her to own, to control or to even destroy if she would wish it. What surprised him the most was she willingly giving hers to him.

They marry on a meteor shower and everything couldn’t be more perfect.

Sadly, every perfect thing must come to an end.

When he was imprisoned against his will, all Morpheus could think about was how safe she was at the Dreaming, Lucienne promising she would take care of his queen. What he didn’t think about was her own stubborn nature and tried to found him.

She indeed found him, and when Morpheus first laid his eyes on her beautiful face, he tried as hard as he could to get close to her, to bring her inside of this glass prison and protect her from the magus.

The son found her first, and as she begged and begged to help her and free her husband, the kid could only watch in sadness before letting a loud scream, alerting his father of her intrusion.

The magus killed her on the spot and Morpheus understood what lost, fear, anger and revenge was truly like.

Years passed and he was still on the same position, blue eyes glued to the small little spot when he last saw her laying on her own pool of blood. The magus died but his anger turned towards the son and when the son’s partner helped him out. Morpheus finally tasted and alleviate his need of revenge.

The rebuilding of his kingdom and the recovery of his tools helped him trying to fill that empty void he had.

It wasn’t until one day of autumn when he finally saw her again.

 You were having an interesting day. You woke up before your alarm went off, you got earlier to your office, your boss didn’t scream you today. A cute guy with sunglasses complimented your peculiar outfit and now an abnormally hot guy was giving you bedroom eyes across that park.

There were two outcomes to this story, you would successfully flirt with this guy and have a date or you would fuck it up and cry at your apartment eating olives.

So you went for it, you gave him a smile and he responded to it!

Perfect. Just don’t ruin it (Y/N), don’t freaking ruin it.

 An unknown feeling swirled inside you, it was a specific type of confusion only a few situations created it. You felt as if you knew him but perhaps you did know him from somewhere you couldn’t just remember.

A part of you wanted to just build the confidence to go where he was and sat down next to him, perhaps even help him feed the pigeons, taking about everything and nothing at the same time. Would he love to come here every day? Or perhaps he just came out of stress? Would he enjoy feeding only pigeons? What about other kind of animal? Would he enjoy feed alligators?

So many questions, and the moment you decided to suck it up and go flirt with that gorgeous man, he was gone.

God Fudging Damnit.

The rest of your day was just plain boring, your mind still replaying that man over and over. God, his smile was just perfect. So even if you tried to just concentrate on your job you couldn’t he was all you could think of. And even on your way back home, when you made yourself dinner, when you went to bed, everything was him.

So it wasn’t a surprise when you dreamt of him. Usually your dreams were really creative and adding him to the equation was just something quite awestruck.

 

The first time

 

It started quite simple, you were strolling next to an unknown woman on a lovely garden, your eyes watching lovingly at the different color of irises. Your dress was trailing behind you and your hair was carefully brushed into a French braid. You were whistling a lovely tune, perhaps a beautiful melody you heard somewhere or perhaps you were simply whistling the tune of McDonald’s, who knew to be honest. Your mind work quite different from the others.

“Mark my words,” The woman glared at you for a second, unhappy with how you were ignoring her. “What a man needs it’s forwardness from a woman, they need warmth but not gentleness.”

You really wanted to paid attention to her but just her voice was so annoying that your mind was automatically blocking everything she was saying, so you just nod along. The woman guide you towards the center of the garden, your eyes finally locating the man you saw hours ago.

Jesus Christ, he looks even better in Victorian clothing.

His eyes made contact with you and you decided that this was your opportunity, if you couldn’t woo him while being awake, then you would woo him in your dream.

With a force of confidence you began walking towards him, ignoring the glare the woman gave you, maybe she just wanted him for herself. Well, sorry but nobody likes a sore loser.

“Good evening, my Lord.” You greeted him with a soft bow. “It is quite a wonderful weather, don’t you think?”

He stared at you for a few seconds before nodding. “It quite is.” Even his voice was perfect.

You smiled. “Might I steal you for a stroll? I have to admit I quite want to show you the roses, they are in full bloom this season.” You offered him your arm to take. He stared at you in amusement. “I can assure you, my Lord, I do not bite…unless you ask me to.”

The man took your arm and let you lead him. “You very kind, my lady.” Your smiled widened.

“Oh, please.” You laughed. “Continue with the compliments, I am a sucker for those.”

The man made you stop for a second, leaning towards you, his breath brushing your ear, you tried your hardest not to shiver. He even smelled perfect, what the fudge? “I will remember that to the future.”

You tilted your head for a bit, his eyes were sparkling like two shining stars, a playful smile adorned his perfect face. You needed to bring out your secret weapon. “You better, a lady like myself loves to be shower on those.” You dragged him to the flowers. “Behold! The roses, or irises, or daisies. Not really sure what are those to be honest with you.”

“Hmm.” He gently picked one and offered it to you. You happily accepted it. “I believe it is a Himalayan blue poppy.”

You stared at him. “Really?” You asked him. “Are you really sure, like one hundred percent sure.”

“By the shape of the leaves and the color, I am sure.” He softly told you. “A flower for another flower.”

“Huh.” You played with the flower. “Interesting, did you know that flowers are a symbol of new beginnings? People love to use them as a symbol of fertility and fidelity. Romans were suckers for those things at weddings.”

“True.” He murmured. Looking at you with a new set of curiosity. “What other talents are you hiding besides knowing your history, my lady?”

“Talents? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you but I believe suck at anything I put my hands into.”

“Everybody has a talent for something, perhaps you can dance.” He offered a new option. “Can you dance?”

“Sure, let’s just say that I totally do.”

“What about singing?”

You pouted. “Well, let’s say I don’t suck but I’m not good at it.”

He smiled.

“But I consider myself a terrific romanticistic, a sucker for romance if you must.”

“Naturally.”

“That’s why my next question, my Lord, and I hope you answer truthfully and with the same enthusiasm I am portraying.” He nodded his head, showing you his focus was completely on you. “Would you marry me, my Lord?”

The man stared at you in shock. You grabbed his hands and kissed them softly. “Well?”

“This dream is over.”

You woke up startled. Your hand quickly reaching for your phone. 3:45 am.

God damnit.

The second time.

 

The world was silent around you, everything was dark and the only light you could see was miles away from what it looks like a post light. You hated these types of dreams. God, why did you love to torture yourself and watch a marathon of zombie flicks before bed? You were clearly mad as hell.

“Okey (Y/N), zombies can’t get you, they are super slow and you are faster than the Flash.” You reassured yourself, the gun you were holding closer to your chest, focusing hard on the noises or whatever zombies did. “You super aced that gym class on high school, it didn’t matter that was years ago, you aced it and the teacher gave you a star.”

You didn’t want to stay here any longer, you needed to find a place and hide from the monsters. You spotted a car and decided to just hide behind it, you peered around, trying to find anything. A house, a better car with open and accessible doors, Tom Hiddleston waiting for you on a motorcycle without his shirt and a huge box of chocolates. Anything.

You refused to panic, panic led to danger and danger led to screaming. So that was a big no.

Creeping down the street wasn’t smart, but you were known to really don’t take the smartest choices. That’s when you finally saw it, that sexiest Ford Mustang 390GT, your dream car there, waiting for you inside that empty -and possibly deathly- house.

The house was small, you didn’t know what was inside of it, maybe the zombies were there already waiting for you, but the temptation of owning that car, of touching it was even bigger.

You began running towards the house, not caring about the danger. The moment you were so close, a hand grabbed your arm so automatically you screamed.

And there he was, the man from the park, the man who rudely rejected your marriage proposal was here, standing in front of you. Excellent.

“Hey handsome, the apocalyptic look really works splendid on you.” You winked at him, not noticing that a horde of zombies was approaching both of you.

His eyes weren’t focus on you, instead on the huge horde that was getting closer and closer within the seconds. He grabbed your arm and began dragging you towards the house, you didn’t complain, completely awestruck on the way he was manhandling you.

He guide you inside gently, closing the door and turning to face you. He took your appearance, a few cuts that might need stiches -even if it was a dream, he was worried about you-, some dirt but other than that, you were unharmed. His finger carefully traced one of the biggest cuts on your forehead.

“Sit down.” He gently pushed you to one of the couches. You happily obliged, letting him inspect you, trying to locate any source of injury.

“So,” you started, “how it’s the apocalypse treating you babe?” You playfully wiggle your brows.

The man decided to ignore you, walking towards the door and closing it after several zombies decided to approach the door. You took that time to really loom at him, still dressed the same from the other dream you had, even his outfit was kinda the same as the one you remembered him wearing the first time he looked at you and made you fall in love with him. You stood up, happily walking towards him, ignoring the grunts and several hits against the windows.

“Did you know that there is a movie where the main character is a zombie and he fell in love with a human and I don’t remember the rest but it was a pretty bad movie, if I’m being honest.” You stood in front of him and grabbed his hands, he let you. Watching you with curiosity.

“I did not know.” He answered you softly, you could feel his hands twitching against yours, your romantic -and pervert- imagination wanted to believe he wanted to intertwine your fingers together. “Why did you dream this?” He asked you, his blue eyes turning towards the door, fully knowing that in a few minutes, those monsters would enter and torment you.

You chuckled. “Well, let’s say that I had a really productive night and after a few episodes of The Walking Dead, here I am, but if we are honest here…” He nodded for you to continue. “I kinda wanted for you to show up, you let me hanging the other night dude…But! And a big but.” You dropped his hands and kneeled on the floor, your hand quickly going to your pocket. “I came prepare this time.”

The man watched you without any expression. His eyes following your hand as you produce from your pocket a tiny velvet box.

You cleared your throat. “We might not know each other completely.” Your brows wiggled one again. “But we do have the same amount of time till that door breaks and the zombies eat us in a really gory scene, so…Would you marry me?”

The door broke.

The zombies entered at a rapid pace.

The man stared at you without blinking. Hot.

“This dream is over.”

You woke up startled once again, sweat covering your skin. Your hand grabbed your phone to look at the hour. 4:54am.

God Damnit!

The third time

 

The bartender caught your eye as he approached. His face was blurry, not really a surprise as many of the characters that appeared on your dreams didn’t have a face. But you could distinguish a smile on there. “What can I get you?” He asked you

You smoother your fancy red dress as you took a seat. “The strongest thing you could offer me, you know what? Make it a double…No, a triple.”

The bartender nodded and disappeared.

You were not in the mood to play, to be honest, after being rejected two times, one after another, your ego was really wounded. The bartender left gave you your drink before leaving. You stared at it for a few seconds, your brows frowning, trying to decipher what did they gave you.

“Interesting choice of drink.” A voice sounded next to you, you turned your head to the side, looking at the handsome guy, curiously he was wearing sunglasses inside the bar. “May I?” He motioned towards the available spot next to you.

“Suit yourself.” The man sat next to you, his hand motioning the bartender. “Same as the lady.”

You kept staring at him, really don’t caring if it was creepy. “Why the sunglasses, are you blind or something?”

The man smiled, you swore he could totally model in one of those dental commercials. “Or something.”

“Or something.” You repeated amusedly. “You know the ‘or something’ it’s like not an answer, right?”

“You gave me the options and I took one of them.”

You nodded, “Why do you have your face on?” You said, definitely didn’t care if your question was stupid, it was a dream after all. “I mean, the others have faces but they are blurry and all that.”

The man laughed, shaking his head in amusement. Glancing at the nearby tables, the man noted how the others indeed have blurry faces, he turned to stare at them with a bit more interest. “Well, it’s a dream, after all, you need another main character to it.”

God damnit. “So the other sexy guy it’s not coming? I had this plan, you know?” You covered your face with your hands, trying your best to ignore the curious look the man was giving you. “I even had another ring in my pocked and planed this whole ass speech for him to not show up?”

“You are trying to propose to Morpheus?” The man was laughing so hard he spilled his drink. “And he keeps saying no? Baby, he is not worth it, if you truly want a man for you, I can be that.”

“Shut it.” You pushed him, rolling your eyes. “And stop flirting with me, I’m practically a future-wife-to-be.”

The man ignore you, turning his gaze to where a dark and angry energy appeared in front of both of you, his smile was still present on his face, he was loving how strange this dream was turning out to be.

A lone saxophone began playing a soft jazz above the sound of voices that surrounded you, you inhaled tiredly, still watching the man with sunglasses, when he wasn’t looking at you, you frowned, I mean, if he was flirting with you, the least he could do was to watch you. You followed his gaze and your face illuminated with a huge smile, quickly tying to pull out the ring from your bag.

“I thought you weren’t going to come!” You exclaimed. The man in front of you turned his gaze to you, his face still angry from something. “Perhaps this ring would be more the kind of thing you want so…By the way, I know your name now.” You cleared your throat. “Morpheus, would you be kind enough and marry me?”

His lips twitched with annoyance, the presence of the man with sunglasses apparently was affecting his humor, but that didn’t disturb you, your eyes full of hope that finally he was going to say yes.

“This dream is over.”

You woke up with a groan, brushing off the thin layer of sand that covered part of your face. Your hand quickly grabbed your phone, looking at the hour. 3:35am.

God Damnit!

 

The fourth time

 

The strip club was almost empty, you were currently bored out of your mind watching how Chris Evans was fighting for your attention against Gal Gadot, both of them wearing a duck costume. You sighed tiredly, not really too invested on the fight.

Someone cleared their throat next to you, your face turned at the sound, the same man with sunglasses was sitting on your right, happily sipping the cocktail from his hand. “Want to explain why they are fighting?” He nodded to the ones on stage, now joined by Henry Cavil dressed as a donkey.

“You are so, so, so late.” You hissed the words, glaring at him. Ignoring how the lights began turning down. “I’ve been here for twelve minutes and you are late.”

The man looked at you funnily. “You understand this is a nightmare right? Well, I think this is a nightmare, I’m starting to understand why dear Morphy is rejecting your proposals.”

You sighed. “Well, that guy really sucks at love, I’ve been trying everything to make him say yes, and now you appear…not that I’m complaining, you are a cool dude, dude. But seriously, what is wrong with him?”

“Yeah, well, hearing you talk that way made me realize that you are going in too strong.” He snorted. “That man it’s practically Psycho Alert, and as your new best friend…”

“What?” You frowned.

“It’s my duty to tell you that dear old Morphy is prone to nasty mood swings, lengthy pouts and seriously weird love interactions.” He ordered another drink. “You sure you want to keep asking him to marry you?”

“First, when do we become best friends?” You asked. “Second, don’t tell me you don’t find his endless pouting kinda sexy? I mean, really, I would do him so hard you have no idea, third, Henry Cavil really looks good dressed like that.”

“Keep it in your pants, Dr. Sex.” He was amused. “But maybe after a few several hundred and something dreams, he might say yes.”

You shook your heat at that nonsense, you were going to lose your mind if it took that long.

“My money is on Ben Affleck by the way, he got the muscles to beat Henry Cavil.”

You gasped. “You are so going to lose…why did the lights went off?”

The man laughed. “Let’s just say that lover boy has arrived.” His head lazily turned to the left, nodded at the angry figure that stood there. “Fancy seeing you here Dream Lord, care to join us?” He nudged your side.

You cleared your throat. “Sup, would you…”

“This dream is over.”

You woke up sighing, not really caring to look at the time.

The fifth time

You were currently sitting comfortably on the floor, several bags of junk food surrounded you, your new friend didn’t come tonight, so this dream was more boring that everything. You lay on your back, looking the ceiling. You began throwing things to the air, trying to catch them with your mouth.

“Stupid dream.” You complained after another chip hit your forehead. “Stupid chips, you are supposed to enter my mouth, not hitting me in the head.”

“Perhaps you need to practice your throws.”

Your head turned to the right, Morpheus was laying next to you, his blue eyes watching your face with so much adoration. You frowned, deciding to turn away from him. “Perhaps you just need to leave me alone, dude I get it, you don’t want to marry me, don’t need to keep appearing on my dreams or whatever.” Morpheus sighed, gently turning you around to face him again. “What.”

“Ask me again.” He whispered.

“Why?” You asked. “So you can say no again? No thanks dude, I still have some sort of self-respect and you already bruise my ego enough.”

“Ask me.” He repeated putting his hand on your cheek.

God damnit.

You sighed. “Fine, would you marry me?”

“Yes.” He gently nudge your nose with his. “This dream is over.”

 

The same night

 

You sighed, stretching with a yawn, a good stretch, the kind of one that you rolled up in the bed. Your eyes were slightly open and the moon still outside of your windows. “Good morning.” You whispered to the mysterious guy that was just standing there creepily watching you.

“Indeed it is.” He whispered back. His voice was rich and perfect, and for some reason it steered something inside of your head. Like you know him from somewhere.

You sighed contently, closing your eyes for a second.

Then everything came into place and you sat up quickly. “Jesus Christ! Please tell me I’m still dreaming and the guy with the glasses will just appear magically from the closet with a bucket of chocolates.”

 The guy sighed, but you could tell he tried to control his anger. “You are not dreaming…Are you smirking?”

“Oh? Hell yeah I am but mostly, I’m admiring the view.” You said. “After so many dreams, you are finally here, I’m so taking advantage of that.”

“Are you?” He carefully made his way towards you. “Would my wife love for me to do something in particular?”

You tilted your head, watching him carefully. “Wife? Are you saying that you finally accepted my marriage proposal and for some weird abnormal reason I missed the whole ceremony and party? Dude…that’s not cool, I wanted to get wasted and have the guy with the sunglasses be my maid of honor.”

The man frowned, his lips slightly pouting, he walked towards, sitting next to you and taking your hand. “I do not like your friendship with the Corinthian.”

“So that it’s his name.” You nodded. “Hated it and I’m mad at you mister, it took me how many nights for you to say yes?”

“Five.”

“A thousand.”

Morpheus smiled. “I needed to make sure you were not bluffing.”

“Dude, I’m anything but a bluffer, you know how many hours I spend looking at engagement rings and trust my amazing mind to just remembered the designs? Obviously I was totally on board with marry you from the start.”

“I’m sorry.” He began caressing your hands.

“You better start planning how to make it up to me, preferably with a huge ass ring and you proposing to me like how Sandra Bullock proposed to Ryan Reynolds on the Proposal, I want that, you hear me?”

Morpheus kissed your hand. “Whatever you want, my love.”

#dream x reader #dream of endless x you #dream x you #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #morpheus imagine #morpheus x you #morpheus x reader #sandman x you #the sandman imagine #sandman x reader #the sandman x you #the sandman #the sandman fanfic #the sandman x reader #morpheus fic #lord morpheus #morpheus fluff #morpheus fanfiction

[swanqueensalad]

A very long, sad deep dive on the Snow & Regina dynamic, post-everything, for anon

snow and regina are best friends. it's very weird. nobody really wants to use that phrase around regina lest she fireball them... snow really really wants to use that phrase all the time (this is their whole dynamic lol u don’t need to read the rest of the post)

i would say it happened naturally, but it really didn't. it happened with a lot of hard work, honesty, effort, dedication to being better from both of them, and then once all of that was done it was natural, it was sort of impossible to be any other way.

because snow and regina have known each other a long time. longer than most people in their family, in their town. and despite everything that happened after, all the tragedy and pain that the adults around them orchestrated, they were once two little girls that should have been friends. little snow idolised regina and looked up to her in every way, the beautiful kind hearted girl who saved her from a horse, and the instinctive bond between them was always there. there was a sisterly relationship there from the start, and i think for regina as a lonely girl with an awful family life, snow was sweet, and refreshing company to have, even if she got in the way sometimes (just like a little sister would).

and then of course everything comes crashing down, and it is snow's fault but it also isn't, because at the end of the day she was just a little girl mourning her own mother, who cora knew exactly how to manipulate.

but i think the reason regina never saw it this way was because she too was very young and sheltered and her worldview was totally limited by cora's abuse: when regina was snow's age, nothing she did would ever be excused by 'but i was a child'. at snow's age, she had to mind everything very carefully because to put one foot wrong was to be punished severely, held 100 percent accountable. i truly believe the reason regina never excused snow for her age is because she was never excused for hers, ever, even as a tiny child, and as a victim of such abuse in such a controlled environment it never would have occurred to her that that was wrong, or even abnormal.

(i believe a big part of regina and snow's relationship healing was regina's worldview shifting as she grew and changed and worked on healing herself, because as she reevaluted the things cora taught her, she can see the world and the past events in a whole new light. this is of course, a hard and complex process that regina is still working on, but ultimately she does come to realise snow was a child who meant no wrong, who only wanted to help, regardless of the outcome. which doesn't make it not her fault, necessarily, but it adds layers she could not accept before)

regina was married to king leopold for a long time. this is something i've spoken about before, but it's still something i think isn't so well understood, purely because the show didn't go into it that much (and i believe it didn't because it would have simply been too dark and uncomfortable for primetime abc. the writers knew the situation they had put themselves in and kept a distance). if snow was about 10 when regina and leopold married, and 18 when he died, that is 8 years. the better part of a decade. that is a long, long time, especially for a grieving, growing, traumatised girl like regina trapped in the most awful environment in which literally every powerful adult around her was brutally using her in one way or another, manipulating and preying on different parts of her trauma, grief and vulnerability. (while her brain was still developing and processing everything that had already happened and she had zero support system, zero outlet for any emotions. like, some of y'all do not understand how fucked up regina is.,, like, think about that. or don't if you don't wanna be sad forever)  

and all the while, the little girl who caused it all sees nothing wrong! no difference in their relationship, to her! except now she wants to call her mother. (even stepmother is bad enough from a girl no more than 8 years younger than you) and thinking about this stage of their relationship is agonizing to me. regina is at princess snow's beck and call, and this hurts because despite everything, she still feels some affection for her, that sisterly love did not die clean with daniel. the hatred and the blame and the fury just go along with it now, except she cannot express one bit of it. she has to smile and play dolls with her like everything is fine.

snow truly, for a few years at least, saw nothing wrong, or at least convinced herself nothing was wrong because her worldview as a well loved princess meant she could easily excuse any questionable things she picked up on. and this is something i think she definitely struggles with later, and even way into her healed post everything relationship with regina. (we talk a lot about regina's guilt and internally never feeling able to atone for it all, but god, snow feels so much guilt for everything regina went through. and i think at some point, they are able to talk about it. not in depth. not in detail. but with very few words, they both understand the depth of meaning and of immense shared pain. regina is not sure what she feels about forgiveness, but she knows she loves snow, and that snow has always loved her. she knows that now they are family, and their time together is lovely, and so she has acceptance at least, if not forgiveness).

i think the moment leopold is dead and snow is out on her own, she starts reconsidering everything. in the last few years she has questioned things a little more, but never let herself really go there, because she has never had to, and why would she when it is so painful? but alone, with her father dead and regina behaving so out of character (or is she, snow wonders), she can't help but look back without the rose tinted lens of her childhood. she remembers things. regina's silences and trembles at the breakfast table. the way she was ignored, sidelined, stared at. the dark circles under her eyes. all those times they had been playing, or walking, and regina seemed to be a million miles away, jolted back to earth only by snow's insistence.

more reluctantly, she thinks about her father and the way he treated her. the way he looked at her. the way he spoke to her (or didn't). spoke about her. the things he must have done. this is something snow still doesn't really process for a long time, because snow idolised her father, but eventually she cannot deny he must have hurt her.

and then there's that episode of season 1 where we get the dialogue 'she thinks i ruined her life' 'did you?' 'yes'. i think bandit snow, processing these things, dealing with a lot of new feelings of anger and pain, started putting two and two together. (but i don't think she fully confronts the real, most awful truth until years later, because she can't.)

i think ultimately the thing that hurts the most about all they went through when they were basically at war was that deep down, they still cared for each other. 'love never left the room' and all that. hatred and pain and fury existed too, overwhelmingly, overpoweringly so, but ultimately they grew up together. (it's just one of them grew up having to 'raise' the other). they still had  memories tined with warmth of horse riding together, walking together.

and so when they do start to heal, (as i believe snow always fiercely hoped they would, deep down), it's not so much that they have to create a relationship but to rebuild and unearth one that was already there, one that never should have been torn down like it was. of course it's tentative at first, but snow never once stopped having hope that one day regina would change and they would find their way back into each others lives. and once the trust is back, the feeling of family, of working together for the same goal and being willing to risk everything protecting each other because of circumstance...

once that's there, it's the other things that re emerge more softly and slowly.

the coffee at granny's. first, a little awkward, a little quiet without emma and david and henry to fill the gaps in conversation. but gradually, they realise they have a lot to talk about, a lot of shared opinions in ways that matter and vastly differing opinions in ways that don't, but are fun to debate.

the parenting advice. the stories regina has to share about henry as a little boy, the grandson whose first ten years snow only ever saw as a school teacher. the way regina helps her learn to care for neal. the passing on to him of henry's saved onesies and blankets.

the silly jokes that gradually start to form between them, against all odds.

the teaming up against david and emma when they suggest something particularly dumb.

the cooking together! snow is hopeless but enthusiastic, regina is skillful and finds it calming, so it becomes a thing.

the clinking wine glasses at family dinners.

the extreme competition on board game nights.

the hugs at the end of the day, which go from being stiff and quick and awkward with pain and memories caught up in every brush of the fingers, to warm and natural as anything.

the way snow is able to sit down with regina when she is caught up in her own thoughts and issues, and give her rational advice from a far more positive and balanced place than regina's brain allows her. the way she is able to hold regina's hand and support her. (it feels like making up for past tragedies. not nearly enough, but it's something.)

the way regina, equally, is able to keep snow grounded and bring her down to earth when she's panicking, the way she can simply and efficiently allow her to talk through her worries and daily struggles, give her space to ramble and talk and be, but also to give her to the point, no nonsense, blunt advice that snow needs and rarely gets anywhere else.

the way that somehow, strangely, against all odds, snow beings mothering regina a little, in a weird turnaround of events that feels more right and more balancing than anything else. the way she holds her hand, looks out for her, checks in with her, gives that kind of advice and reflection. because now it's regina who needs it, and snow who can provide it. because somehow, seamlessly, regina also became her daughter in law, and her relationship with emma is something that brings snow a deep sense of peace, gratitude, warmth. (now regina is truly family in the beautiful way she always was meant to be. now she knows regina and emma will both be cared for, loved, as they deserve. she knows someone will look after regina, someone will ground emma. they will laugh and cry and build a home and life together, a life not too dissimilar from the one with daniel that snow inadvertently stole from regina a long time ago)

i think they do speak about things that have transpired between them, sometimes, when it comes up and one or both of them feel they have to vocalise something. it's never in front of others, even david and emma. some things are entirely between the two of them, and nobody else will understand, or needs to.

they speak softly, respectfully, giving each other space and quiet validation. sometimes they cry, or get angry, but it's never really at each other and they both understand this now. sometimes they cry for the girls they were and what was taken from them both. sometimes one or both of them feels or thinks something they cannot speak or say to the other, and they both respect that.

i think they have both apologised. sincerely. and i think they don't need to go into any detail, really. they both just know.

but they are equals now, entirely. no more titles, no more real power dynamics, despite any maternal/caretaking instincts that snow might feel. they are the equals they were always supposed to be, and the people with the friendship the girls they once were would have wanted.

and they can laugh together. this is the thing that warms my heart most. just thinking of snow and regina laughing together, simply, over some very silly joke that isn't even that funny.

#i did not edit or proofread this so good luck motherfuckers #snow queen best friends hit different #long post #salad rambles #regina mills headcanons #regina mills meta #snow white headcanons #ouat analysis #regina mills analysis #regina mills #snow white #ouat #regina mills hcs #snow hcs #anon asks #cora mills #kind leopold #ugh #them #do i have to tag them? #idk #swan queen #snowing #swan mills family #swan mills charming family #swan mills family headcanons #if u read all of this i love u #who tf read all of this

[sandiegokpop]

Welp I just finished The Worst of Evil & I gotta say, I'm disappointed.

First of all, we've seen way worse when it comes to crime dramas/movies so I feel like the title is misleading. Yeah ppl got hurt/murdered but there were so many situations where ppl should've been murdered, would've been murdered if it were real life, but they were allowed to walk away freely w/a beating & a "don't show your face again". Like if you're gonna take out a gang you gotta take out a gang. You can't purposely let ppl that you betrayed & whose friends & bosses you've killed just run away. Especially after they try to get revenge on you by teaming up with/turning your allies against you multiple times. Messy. Some situations where just plain ridiculous.

Second, the ending...what the hell when the hell-? Since when did Junmo form any type of bond w/Gi Cheol?? Like I understand it from Gi Cheol's pov, Junmo saved him so many times & put his life on the line. But the whole time Junmo was only focused on doing what needed to be done to end the investigation quickly. He manipulated multiple situations to accomplish this, even manipulated Gi Cheol. Not once did I see affection, empathy, or regret from J towards him. Then all of a sudden at the very end we get this flashback of them walkin about town looking at each other like they're best buds...what?? As if J truly enjoyed his time w/him being a criminal & wasn't immensely stressed & traumatized the whole time. Maybe it's just me but that was very forced & last minute. It was the wrong drama for that. (There were a couple stand out scenes that were filmed differently from the rest of the scenes & it felt like there were 2 different directors or as if this was someones directorial debut & they wanted to throw in all the cinematic tricks they knew to build their portfolio or something. Those moments were cool but they didn't match the rest of the show, it was very disjointed.)

Third, I understand the message they were delivering. Going undercover & forcing someone to live in that type of situation will change them. Junmo was mentally changed forever, but I don't like that it affected his marriage. Suddenly he doesn't love his wife anymore? After everything they put me thru they couldn't give me that?? I'm fine w/out romance but don't include it then screw me over in the end. That just really made me dislike the whole drama. Him leaving his wedding ring at Gi Cheol's grave just pissed me off lol. It was refreshing for a kdrama to have the female 'love interest' go that far & immerse herself into that role just to protect her husband. I could feel how much she loved him, I mean she voluntarily emotionally manipulated her 1st love to protect Junmo. Their relationship ended abruptly before it could even begin in a sad way but instead of her feeling sorry for him or conflicted over how his life turned out she really lured him in to betray him for her husband. For them to turn around & make Junmo leave her behind like that...

Anyway, there was way less bromance than ppl were making it seem🙄

With a title like that I expected to be on the edge of my seat every moment, every ep, to be shocked by plot twists or unexpected revelations or just completely disturbed by violence. That never happened. It was just mildly interesting. I understood why Junmo would want to let him go at the end since they didn't really need him as the other 3 ended up making the drug deal, & he wasn't a heinous person. The standoff in the living room was a bit thrilling but it ended the way it ended... Oh & don't get me started on that damn cop! Why couldn't they have him demoted & stationed at a remote police station until the investigation was over? Sorry to say I felt nothing when he died.

#ji chang wook #those half baked plot points that seemed like an afterthought or didn't go as far as it should've how sad #this probably would've been better as a movie #Drama: The Worst of Evil #the worst of evil #wi ha joon #wasted potential honestly I'm just so disappointed by the lackluster ending that gave me nothing that i forgot all the interesting moments

[evita-shelby]

Hello ! How are you?

Im a sucker for angst so could you do a alternative part or a second part where you still have feelings for your late husband ?

Lots of angst of tommys part ?

Its interesting to see tommy im lizzies place😂

Im talking about the fic of the aranged marridge where you have 2 children with him and you are still in love with your dead ex

Thank you so much !

Jsnsnsns

I love angst.

I cried a little while writing this.

Spring

Gif by @nofckingfighting

When he tells her he loves her, she doesn’t say it back.

His wife gives him a sad and pained smile and says “If I could love again, I would love you.”

It hurts.

They have four children now, little Florence is born six months after Polly is murdered and still there is no change.

Y/N cannot love someone who is not her husband.

At the beginning Tommy believed she couldn’t love someone like him, someone who fucked whores by the dozen or someone who drinks himself until he blacks out.

So he changed, he stopped seeking comfort in other women, he stopped drinking so much, he started letting her in because if he did she would’ve understood why it pains him so much that she doesn’t love him.

He is loyal as dog, a dog expecting for his mistress to love him. Even Cyril has an easier time being loved by her.

“She doesn’t love you, she won’t care.” Diana Mitford tries to seduce him the only way she and Mosley know how. They loved forcing people into things they didn’t want.

“I swore a vow, Lady Diana. Besides, I can get the funding for my charities without resorting to prostituting myself for it.” He told her so as he walked away.

He has eighteen months to live. If he cannot make her love him before he dies, then he will have wasted ten years of his life.

When he lies down on the warm grass, he is surprised to find her laying down beside him and gently nudging him awake.

“I do love you, Tom, just not how you deserved.” She whispers and he keeps his eyes shut.

“If you were truly dead, that would’ve been part of the eulogy.” She kissed his lips as if he was snow white and she was prince charming. And like all fairy tales they read to the children, the curse breaks and the winter frost melts away to bring forth spring.

#tommy shelby x widow!reader #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader

[likeafairytale]

"Wanna dance? I know you don't but everybody's watching, including your father." - a very smug Aeron to Calypso

Calypso wanted to refuse, for not only she didn't want to dance, but she mostly didn't know how to dance, at least not with feet, but Aeron was right, everyone was looking at them, and she noticed how insisting her father's look was on them, which oppressed her. She couldn't say no, so without a word, all she did was stand up and taking her now husband's hand and following him to the dance floor.

When they stepped in, she felt the gazes on her and heard some people whispering, probably waiting to mock the little mermaid feeling like a fish out of water –which she literally was. She tried her best to avoid everyone's look, looking at the ground when the music started for hers and Aeron's first dance as husband and wife. Calypso did not know if the music was intentionally quick, or if it was him who decided to go fast, but she had hard time to follow his steps, which she hated already. She decided that moment that she hated dancing with feet, and that she'll avoid it as much as she could from now on. Still looking down, she was quickly put off by the few laughs she heard, each time she made a mistake, or walked on Aeron's foot without doing it on purpose. Only when the latter sighed and grunted a little that she frowned and looked up.

❛True, but you're making me look like a fool too, which wasn't the plan.❜ He replied, and this time she was the one rolling her eyes, then looking back at her feet to follow his moves. ❛Stop looking your feet.❜

❛You asked for it.❜ She simply said while shrugging, which made him rolled his eyes. ❛I know you just wanted me to look ridiculous.❜

❛Where am I supposed to look?❜

❛I don't know, but not your feet!❜

The little mermaid had to fight the urge to want to argue with him right now, she was ready too, it's only when she saw her father's look that she knew Aeron was, once again, right, which she hated. She discovered two things tonight; she hated dancing, and hated when Aeron was right. So against her better judgement, she looked around, instead of looking at her feet, and somehow, she managed to follow his steps way easier than when she was paying attention to what she was doing. Her mind and eyes wandering around her, the music didn't feel so fast anymore, and the few times she did walk on her husband's foot were only when she was doing it on purpose, which she was sure he understood by now. After a few seconds, she looked back at Aeron.

❛I want my own room.❜ She demanded, all of a sudden, bringing his attention on her. ❛I don't want to share a room with you.❜

❛Didn't your parents tell you this is precisely what a husband and a wife are expected to do? Did your father even had the talk with you?❜ He laughed, and she frowned at his second question, not quite sure that she understood it, but she brushed it off, and he sighed. ❛Fine. It's better that way, because I don't want to lose the freedom I have.❜

This time she understood what he meant by that; he wanted to keep sleeping around, which wasn't really surprising to be honest. It was a marriage of convenience, and not one of love. Somehow, it still hurt Calypso, who always thought she would marry someone who was faithful to her, for love was the only reason she thought people could get married. But once again, she was young, naive, and wasn't expect to marry someone who literally kidnapped her and held her captive for weeks. She tried her best to not show how hurt she was by the news, but she must have failed to do so, because Aeron sighed and shrugged.

❛Don't make this puppy face, you can do the same if you want to... Oh, no, that's true, your mommy died for that reason.❜ This was uncalled-for, and truly hurt Calypso, who looked up with disgust in her face and sadness in her eyes. Talking about her mother, especially her last moment, was something she still had a hard time to deal with, but she must have known better, for Faes were cruel in every of their words. ❛Relax, it was just a joke. I won't kill you for that much.❜

❛Maybe you won't. But he will for sure.❜

This time, it's Aeron who was silent for a few seconds, and couldn't help but look at Triton, knowing she was referring to him. Faes were cruel, but he was quite sure that Triton Blackwater could be crueller, and if he had no difficulties to kill his own wife, then Calypso was probably right, he won't see a problem for killing his own youngest daughter, the Realm's delight, for the same mistake as her mother. The little mermaid, who was looking around, finally looked back at Aeron when she realized how silent he was. And she couldn't identify this expression, was it pity, or sadness, or just joy to the possibility of her dying by her father's hand? She did not know, maybe he was even planning of pretending she was unfaithful, just so he could get rid of her, and this idea panicked her. Yes, she did not know Aeron for the longest time, but she knew enough about him to know this shouldn't be an option to exclude, and that she should be extra cautious to whom she is talking from now on.

❛This is so unfair.❜ She began again, a pouted face on. ❛You got my bracelet, while I got nothing from this marriage.❜

❛Not true. You got me.❜

❛That's what I said. Nothing.❜

❛Ouch, you're hurting my feelings.❜

❛Didn't know you had some.❜

❛Touché.❜

The mermaid really tried her best to not laugh, but she couldn't control her giggle, and he had his smug face back, and it was enough to annoy her. A straight face on, she intentionally walked on his foot, harder than previously, which made him leaned. He let a little grunt out, and once again, Calypso giggled, right when the music stopped. Finally, her misery was over, or so she thought.

❛Can I dance with my sister?❜ Nathaniel asked, and Calypso shook her head, for she just wanted to sit, but Aeron, and his smug smile, simply nodded.

❛Please, she's all yours.❜ He answered before quickly leaving, and the mermaid felt quite offended by how quickly he bailed, before looking at her brother who seemed, as for him, quite amused.

❛I hate dancing.❜

❛Yeah, you're awful at it, you need lessons. Please don't walk on my feet.❜

#calypso le fey #calypso x aeron #calron #writing prompt #calypso writing prompt #calypso x nate #i hate it sm #but i was too far gone already #i have to learn to like what i write #anywho it's canon she hates dancing #and that she's so bad at it lmao #no matter how many lessons she'll take #icanbeyourgenie

[ask-court-genshin]

For the first time in her existence Chisa finally understood what “paralyzed by fear” truly meant as she stared back at the Prince. She had heard of Lady Guizhong’s sudden withdrawal from public appearances during her stay but she would have never guessed her death would so ironically line up with her arrival; “I must look incredibly suspicious.”

She unconsciously reaches for the Vision on her chest, her hands trembling as she tries to think of what to say; as a newly formed “human” she did not know what was appropriate to say or how to broach the topic. She wonders if it’d be rude of her to ask for his help when he’s so clearly distressed, she thinks back to Lumine and the sad look in her eyes as she recalled her brother. Chisa had always been part of a collective, never an individual, and as such she had never experienced the feeling of losing someone, but it must be sad, she thinks, but it also meant it was a good opportunity to try and eventually gain his allyship.

If she wants to help Lumine then she must gain the Prince’s trust, after all, if she’s able to help him then he may be willing to share information and return the favour. She recalls the rumours she’d heard, concocting a plan in her head.

“Prince Morax,” her inexperience with the language shows as she struggles to pronounce his name, her speech is slow as she tries to find the correct words but her tone is confident, “I am truly sorry for the loss of Lady Guizhong… and I want to help bring her justice, so please… allow me to assist the search for her killer.”

— 🌟} Chisa

«Lumine: -5 PTS»

No one trusted your words. Not only were a foreigner— you also parade yourself as one of the enemy's pawns.

However, the prince appreciated your guts.

«Prince Zhongli: +10 Points»

Prince Morax: ...

Knight Xiao: Your Highness–

Prince "Morax": I shall grant you full authority to roam the castle grounds.

The royal audience: WHAT?!

As expected, everyone was shocked by this arrangement.

You were essentially Suspect #1– you fit the bill as to who the would be the likely suspect. It is said that the culprit was from outside the Heavenly Moon, given their lack of knowledge in unlocking door mechanisms, and that they had utilized the power of water to slash her neck. Not only were you a foreigner, you had a hydro vision and your hair was near similar to eye-witness accounts:

Brownish-red hair.

Knight Xiao: May I ask you to please reconsider, Your Highness?

The shorter man beside you had a point. You didn't know about this yet, but the King and Queen died only recently in a rather tragic incident.

News from the Heavenly Moon travels rather slowly to Fontaine– Queen Furina herself likely remains unaware that Prince Morax's coronation will happen in 3 days. With the Heavenly Moon's land floating above the United Kingdom of Fontaine's gorges, it's not that strange that a hydro eidolon like yourself knows nothing about this.

Had you known the severity of what weighs on his shoulders, you probably would've thought this more thoroughly.

This isn't Prince "Morax".

This is a broken man.

Prince "Morax": I will not be deterred from this decision. Knight Xiao, you are to assist this royal courtier in her investigation.

The prince glared at you.

Nothing good ever comes out of someone who gives anyone that look.

Prince "Morax": Rip the head off that murderer's shoulders in 10 days or you shall have a meeting with the executioner's blade.

Current Route: Heavenly Moon (Common Route)

Prince Zhongli: 11/50

Knight Xiao: 03/50

⚠ SY RECEIVED A MESSAGE FROM LUMINE ⚠

“I see you've taken another responsibility, but can you balance them both all at once? Doesn't matter. Just do not forget your main mission.

If you see a brownish-red haired man, do not believe a word he says. He is a liar and a traitor. Make no mention of who you are and what you are to him. Most importantly: do not mention me.”

✦ L.

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[pinksirensong]

B.F.F.

Chapter Six

A thousand thoughts passed by Morpheus' head, he couldn’t understand what was his son doing here, why he was here and more than that how was he alive? He was sure his son was dead by the hand of the cult, yet here he was looking not a day older than before. Things between them were far from okay, Dream was sure his son hated him for not helping with Eurydice and now he could understand why. If it was Y/N the Endless would too do anything to bring her back to him. If only he had understood that before.

“My son…how?” unlike his father, Orpheus was mad that he had the audacity to show up at his home and demand things from him.

“It’s none of your business, father. I should be the one asking what you’re doing here. This is my home, after all.”

“Orpheus…you have no idea how much your mother and I suffered…still suffer with loss. Your loss. Yet here you are alive and well, why would you not reach us?” the king was so astonished by his son’s presence that he didn’t connect the dots.

“I’m sure mom was sad, but you? If I’m alive it’s no thanks to you. I begged for help and you gave me nothing.”

“And I will regret my actions for all my endless life, if I could go back in time and change it I would.”

“I don’t believe you, because I know who you truly are. Stay away from Y/N, she’s too good for you. I won’t let her be your next Nada!” Orpheus was furious, now that his father knew he wasn’t dead it was time to stop him from ruining his friend’s life.

“You are Owen.” finally Morpheus understood where all that anger for him came from, his son had every reason to hate him and think of him as a monster. Of course he wouldn’t let his friend get close to someone like that, but he needed to see how much Dream had changed and how much he loved Y/N.

“And you are Daniel.” Orpheu scoffed. “You didn’t have the nerve to tell who you are, Dream of the Endless. All you ever told her were lies and if I knew from the start it was you who she was seeing I would have put an end to this at the beginning.”

“As if you are any better, son.” all his sorrow became anger. How could Orpheus think he could just say these things to him like he didn’t lie for much longer. His son acted as if he knew what was better for Y/N and he decided Dream wasn’t it.

“I didn’t lie. Orpheus died with that cult, I am Owen ever since. Y/N is my best friend, my family, and I would rather see her sad for a few days than sent to hell for not agreeing with you!”

“You speak of things you know nothing about, Orpheus.” Dream knew how wrong he was about his past actions, he made a mistake with Nada que although it took too long to take action he did correct it by freeing her and allowing his sister to collect her soul. “I am still your father and you owe me respect. No matter what happened, you had no right in hiding from me and your mother the fact that you were alive. Do you have any idea what your death did to us? For ages we never spoke a word to each other for the resentment we held.”

“I freed her from you, thankfully. You could have stayed by her side and helped her with grief, but no. That’s not who you are, no, you do things your way and god help whoever gets on your way. And this…this is why I’m protecting Y/N. I will not lose her, so go away. Forget you saw me, forget you ever knew her and move on with your life.”

“Is that why you are trying to deceive us, put one against the other?”

“It’s not that hard, not with you lying and pretending to care about her.”

“Hold your tongue, Orpheus. My son or not, I will not allow you to speak of my relationship with Y/N. You know nothing about what we have and I too had reasons to lie.”

“Oh, really? You lied about your name, job, family, god you even lied making her think you were human!” Orpheus was exasperated, walking around the place. Both had raised their voices enough so their conversation wasn’t nowhere near silent. “Does she know you threw one of your exes in Hell for not wanting to be with you? Or that you refused to help your son when he needed you the most? That you treated your own wife as if she was nothing to you and then hated her for leaving you? Does she even know you had a family before? No, she doesn’t, and I know that because I fucking live with her.

“You do not understand.”

“I saw doubt in her eyes many times and I hated Daniel before I even knew it was you, because she was in pain. How many times have you stood her up without giving her a reason? I thought Daniel was just a cheating bastard, but no it was way worse because he is you! And you, father, are a selfish, egocentric and awful being. I hate you and I want you gone from our lives.”

“It is not your choice. I am aware of my mistakes, the ones from the past and the ones from now and I intend to correct them all with time. I want to make things right between us, son, but for that you must be willing to understand I am not the same person. I have changed and my feelings for Y/N are truthful. So no, Orpheus, I will not leave Y/N. I do want to tell her everything, about being an Endless and that my name is not Daniel, but Morpheus. That requires time.”

“Time for you to find another excuse. If you wanted to say something you would.”

“You are letting your resentment for me to cloud your judgment.” if Morpheus was the same from before he would not be as patient as he was, Dream would’ve already sent his son back to the Dreaming with no way out and dealt with Y/N on his own way. But he was different now, all Morpheus wanted was for his son to understand that and allow him to continue his relationship without all these barriers he was putting. The endless wishes he could let go of her for the sake of his son, but he was too deeply in love now and there wasn't a way for him to turn back now. He was afraid of her reaction when knowing the truth, but was ready to deal with this and wait all the time in the world just to be able to be with her.

Orpheus was done with it, he couldn’t handle seeing and hearing his father lie to his face like that. Like he didn’t know better, like he didn’t live years by his side. Like Orpheus wasn’t collateral damage of his actions. “If you don’t leave this instant I’ll have to–”

“ENOUGH!” both froze when they heard Y/N’s voice coming from the door. It was loud and yet too weak, her eyes swollen and red, filled with tears. Father and son knew she heard enough to know the truth about them. Y/N came home early that day, when arriving close to the door she could hear Daniel and Owen talking to each other. First she couldn't understand why Daniel was calling him son and who Morpheus and Orpheus were, but a few moments later she found out everything.

Lies, lies and more lies. All those years were lies, Owen’s name was actually Orpheus and somehow he wasn’t even human, something she would’ve thought unreal if she didn’t know the magician Zatanna Zatara. He had a family, it seemed that he even had a lovely mother who misses him…a family that believed he was dead she considered him his family, but now it was like she lived all those years with a complete stranger. How much did she share about her past with this man? What a fool, she should’ve known better than to trust him.

Y/N should’ve known better than to trust Daniel too. He also lied to her, not only his name wasn’t Daniel, but Dream…or Morpheus, but he was an Endless…whatever that meant, she was sure it was far from human. She felt like a toy in the hands of these men, they played with them from the start not caring about her feelings. Y/N could be many things, definitely was far from a perfect woman, but from the start she was always honest with herself and others.

In moments like this it felt like she was back at her parents house, hearing their many lies to prevent her from going to art school. Y/N remembered clearly when she found out her acceptance letter was hidden in her mother’s drawer after they gave her a fake letter days before saying she didn’t get in. All those tears she held for years were finally free. Before realizing it, she was inside screaming for them to stop. She couldn't bear hearing another word coming from them, fighting over who was right when both were liars.

Y/N wished it was a nightmare, so she could wake up.

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*Carus is dear or beloved in Latin (source: google)

tag list: @jesllianaquilesrolon @reallystressedhoneybee @waitingformysandman @mypsychoticlove @igotanidea @mrdarcyifhewere21stcentury

#morpheus x reader #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus x oc

[atomsminecraft]

Part three(ish?) of Past Present and Future, Their consequences

Lou bolted awake, sweat soaking his face. Another nightmare, huh? The dream was the same as the other hundred times.

Metal on metal and yelling could be heard even from outside the room. Lou stands in front of a cell, in front of him is MC, chained to the wall with magical chains to prevent her escape. The chains limited her magic as well.

“I FUCKING HATE YOU! YOU BETTER HOPE IN THE NEXT LIFE I NEVER FIND YOU! I’LL KILL YOU I SWEAR!” MC continues to struggle against the chains as she spouted curses and profanities and threats of what she’ll do to Lou and everyone else in iritium the moment she got the chance. At the time he found it pitying, though the moment he left the room he felt a strange sensation. Sadness, despair, but most importantly, regret.

Why would he regret it though? Why does he feel so horrible about what he’s done? Questions circled his mind for a while. He only understood on the last day, the fated day, where the worlds became one again. Her last act of revenge. To make him remember.

Just before she died, MC managed to hit Lou with a beam that shoved back his memories of Vanum. His previous, unforgettable memories. And now he’s lost his Vane a second time.

He sometimes thought of letting whoever MC reincarnated into to just let her have her way with him once, or if, she remembered anything. To let her beat him up until he was barely alive, only to heal him and do it again. It was the least he could do. Even if he did try to redeem himself, she would hate him forever, no matter how guilty he felt.

Lou was able to do one last favor for MC even after her death. He protected all she loved, so at least she’ll have something to return back to when she remembers. He knew he had to right to be with her, not in a million lifetimes after what he just did.

Lou wonders how he would even try to stop what he started. Iritium took over most of the world, reigning and manipulating information as they see fit to make themselves look like the good guy. They’re already ready to use her again when she shows back up, knowing if they manipulate her enough, she’ll never get her memories back, and she’ll be theirs. They never found her though, after so many years. 25 years, long years.

When he saw her though, during the entrance exam, his heart almost sank. “They’ll find her.” He thought. “They probably know she’s here already.” And yet, they didn’t. No mention of her was brought up. They were all still searching for her. And so Lou thought of a plan. To keep her hidden. No one can know who she truly is, not even her. He’ll protect her to the best of his ability.

Even if it costs him his life.

#court of darkness #court of darkness voltage #past present and future their consequences series

[binkszamsstuff]

A fall like no other.

Warnings: cheating, dark steve, angst. I HATE peggy Carter.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Time is a touchy subject and steve Roger's was running out of it, at night her eyes burn in his mind. In the morning he wanted to wake up next her. He was crashing falling out of the sky, a fall like no other. A fall that you would only do if your were carzy. And Steve Rogers was. He was falling for her, not because he wanted to be a hero not to have people look at him with pity in their eyes when they think of how he sacrificed himself for them. Because he didnt. He didnt sacrifice himself for the world it was for her. It was because his wife just happens to live in that world. He did it for her and only her, he froze in the water the cold air had seeped into his bones. And when he woke up he felt guilty for many reasons. He was 70 years into the future and his wife was 70 years in the past. The last thing he has said to her was he no longer loved her, that he had found peggy his mistress. That he wanted separate he told her, he had been cheating on her ever since he got the serum.

His poor little y/n was devastated she weeped for him cried of the lost love she once had. She missed the small steve who was gentle and promised to love her forever and that he would never hurt her. She missed her stevie, not captain America. Steve said that peggy was the first girl to ever give him a chance, but she was the second if he was telling the truth. A girl gave him her heart, her body, her love, her time and devotion and he gave her ring and promise he did not keep. When bucky came to, and steve visited him in wakanda is when he truly felt horrible for what he had done to his wife.

Bucky cried and punched steve, beat him so bad the king had to come himself and break up the fight. Bucky screamed at steve for weeks about what he had done, how could he leave beautiful y/n. bucky had watched the their love grow and he guessed die. He was so enraged and bewildered at how Steve could do such thing to y/n. Bucky loved her. Just as much as steve did... bucky kept it a secret for so long but he never spoke. He rememberes when it was their wedding how badly he wanted to speak when the preacher said speak now. Steve cried and fully understood what he had lost he had not just lost his home or his mistress, but his wife the love of his life is what he came to find. He now knows what an idiot he is for leaving her. Her small and sad voice pleddling him to love her back like the way he used too. Her big eyes filled with tears, she was so beautiful when she cried. Her little chin wobbled and her nose and cheeks pink y/n was as bright as a star. Tony had found a while note book of drawings and multiple paintings of her that a collector had. He bought them and gifted them to steve right before he snapped his fingers and died. Steve went back in time and married peggy anyway he left the notebook and paintings to bucky but he kept one. It was of her laying in bed after a night of love making her hair spaced out over the pillow. A smile on her lips and love in her eyes the morning glow admitting her to him in the most beautiful way. She looked like a goddess craved and shaped just for him just for him to love and her love to give endlessly to him. That night and morning he looked back on alot, her naked body on the paper did not hold the sight of her like his memory. But he was a selfish man, as he was walking down the street to meet peggy he saw her laughing and kissing bucky under a tree. He stopped. he didnt know bucky had came back to the past also and he didnt know he was now married to his girl. But then it hit him she was not his girl, he gave her away a long time ago. He even had the chance to come back to her and live and fix his mistake but he took the mistress over her. He was a very possessive man when it came to y/n but not to any other woman he had ever had in his life. Why? You ask because he was a mean cruel man who could never love her fully but needed her love in thousands just to strive. After that day he never saw Bucky and y/n again the pain to much. He loved her, he was just 70 years to late.

The end

I'm wrote this to show how cheaters aw they love you but continue to lie and hurt you. How in their head they say they cant live without you but turn around d and leave you. It was only when steve was caught by bucky and he realized that he was 70s years I to the future that he felt guilty because at those times is when the reality of him losing her hit him. At the beginning of out story we are told that Steve saved the world because he loved her but that was a lie he really did it for peggy but his mind is so sick he cant tell the difference between his lies anymore. I used steve Rogers as a way for people to look into the behavior and lies cheaters tell themselves to not feel guilt. I like adding deeper meaning to my work its fun.

#bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #marvel #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshots #steve rogers #steve rogers au #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader #captain america fanfiction #peggy carter

[docholligay]

So, as I was just incessantly yammering about, there are two American Wests.

1) The actual American West: A Victorian-era time and place in American (and Canadian) history, after the Civil War, where the combination of new lands being brought into the US and Canadian fold, the instability of America after the Civil War, and the rush of technology created a truly unique historical place and time whose only real ‘competition’ is Australia, but it very very mild as compares.  It was a very difficult, boundary pushing, emotionally complicated and constantly churning place and culture. People often found the measure of themselves, and sometimes had to be disappointed with what they found. Other places have ELEMENTS of the Am-Can West--cattle ranching and driving as we understood it came from South America and Mexico--but the unique socio-historical elements really have no parallel, which is a large part of why for many years, European and Asian ‘audiences’ really got into it, which I think is neat. I always regret that I never met Jetty’s grandfather because he would have been so fucking delighted that I can ride a horse and shoot a revolver and have branded cattle.

2) The West(tm). This is Bonanza, this is John Wayne, this is the Dollars trilogy. This is the idea of the shootout at high noon. This is good sheriff versus bad gang. This is lone gunslinger coming to save the town, which is itself, given its popularity in the 60s and 70s, a cultural view of America AS gunslinger, coming in to save others from threats (communism). Watching the old Mag 7 against the new is fascinating because it really accurately portrays the changing American ideas of anxiety and evil, as well as good*. This is where the phrase white hat black hat COMES FROM, is the very old Westerns had sheriffs in white hats, and villains in black hats. Where Doc was clever and erudite and likeable and tragic instead of a short-tempered, endlessly bitter, alcoholic, terminally ill, racist for his TIME motherfucker**.

Where Martha Jane Canary*** was Calamity Jane.

We are CLEARLY in option two, and let’s be clear I really don’t expect different in a children’s cartoon. I mean, the damn thing is CALLED “the LEGEND of Calamity Jane” not “The mostly sad and pathetic reality of Martha (Calamity) Jane Canary). I am chuckling at the fact that she apparently uses a whip instead of a gun I mean not sound like a complete American here, but what is even the point of a western if you aren’t using a gun? Especially because apparently the naughty bads use guns. If you bring a whip to a gun fight you are just going to get shot, kids, mark my words. I mean, I’m not suggesting the kiddies pick up guns but I’m also not suggesting they go after the guys with guns, so.

Also I love that they have her as sexy. This is Calamity Jane:

Contrary to popular belief, she didn’t wear men’s clothes all that often. That became a part of her legend, and she wore them for photo opportunities as part of her shtick. It’s actually why she became famous. Actually perhaps that’s ungenerous. She was a wild, interesting, charming and funny woman, who was a rampant alcoholic and fantastically fun liar. But, she got her start because she was with a camp and happened to be in men’s clothing for practicality’s sake, and he snapped her picture because it was such an odd thing, to be a woman wearing men’s clothes, and not trying to hide anything about that. Jane was just...pragmatic to a point, but not pragmatic enough to realize passing as a man was 87 times safer, which is why that’s what many women who dressed in men’s clothing for whatever reason did.

My favorite fact about Calamity Jane is that when she died, the Gardiner, MT, newspaper’s headline was “Calamity Jane Finally Does the Right Thing” which is so darkly hilarious to me, please don’t let anyone tell you people had a sense of propriety back then, at least not out West--the East was still trying to impress Daddy England and so the social rules were different there.

*Also I really wish that had done better, it was really, really fantastic to see a movie by a black man about the American West that showed a lot of understanding of, and love for, both the American West and the American Western, and imagining his place in it. And it was just, fun. It was a fun fucking movie.

** People always assume I ‘like Doc’ which I suppose in a sense I do because I find him fucking fascinating, and he is fairly unique among Western figures in his background, his education, his aims and history. LOVE reading about him, I just think he’s NEAT. But uh....don’t make the mistake that I LMM him and want to suck his dick or nothin. He was terrible. Like, pretty much irredeemable, if I were to believe in the concept of a person being so. he certainly never got his shit together before he died.

***this is pronounced kænərɪ, or, to be less precise, closer to cannery, not like canary (the bird).

#Doc watches Legend of Calamity Jane #Calamity Jane ep 10 #'as I was just incessantly yammering..' *continues to incessantly yammer* #sorry y'all this is my fucking trap card