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misstycloud · 1 year

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Friend's yandere brother HC

• Your friend had a younger brother who is just sooo adorable! With his fiery red hair and cute dark eyes. He was the perfect example of that shy little sibling everyone fawned over. Well, everyone except your friend that is. She only thinks he's annoying and couldn't be bothered with him.

• You on the other hand thinks he's a nice kid who deserves some attention. Especially since the bullying is getting more frequent with time. Cyrus has always been smaller than other boys his age, which has made him the ideal target for mean kids. There were more times than one where you remembered defending him when you were young.

• Because of his smaller physique, Cyrus grew up with quite many insecurities. Those only grew worse the older he got. The other boys became tall, while he remained short. The other boys gained the ability to increase their muscle mass, whereas he was scrawny and weak. They were confident and he was shy and awkward. They aged and became older, Cyrus stayed the same. They managed to get the girls they liked. Cyrus did not.

• The only one he felt he could confide in was you. You, who was his older sister's best friend since kindergarten. You where his safe space, away from all the bad and pain. His sister couldn't think less of his existence and his parents weren't much better. The only one really paying any greater attention to him was you.

• And for that he was eternally grateful. Vey grateful.

It wasn't his fault. He hadn't meant to fall for you so hard. So deeply. But how could he not? Not when you were always there for him, letting him cry on your shoulder when he was feeling down and praising him when he did something good. You were like an angel who descended to earth. So perfect. So good.

• The worst time came when his stupid parents convinced themselves it would be best if he attended some boarding school far north from where you lived. He begged his parents to let him stay, and cried to the point he was sure he'd lost the ability to conjure tears. But nothing worked and they did not change their mind one inch. It'd be easier to move a boulder with your bare hands.

• It felt like he would go under the moment he left you. If he was so far away, how would he be able to see you? He wouldn't.

• God, how he hated that awful school. He wondered if his parents had put any thought into it at all, or if they just wanted to get rid of him like his sister. The adults there were incredibly strict and would rather die than allow any of the students to be happy, that's what it felt like most of the time. The other students weren't much better though, perhaps even wore in some aspects.

• They teased and picked on him. It wasn't rare to find his books drenched in the school's fountain, or his clothes gone after a P.E lesson. It was all hell which he couldn't escape from. He had no one. He tried consulting one of the teachers for help but they dismissed him and said that the others surely didn't mean any harm by it. That they were just playing around. but Cyrus had noticed the way they smirked as they disregarded his pleas when they just so happened to pass by.

• That was when he lost hope and everything turned grey, dark and cold. Everything except you of course. You were still his closest (only) friend and he wouldn't replace you for anything in the entire world. During his time away and all those lonely night he spent in his dorm, he thought of you. Your warmth, your voice, your smile. He loves all of you.

• In order to cure some of the loneliness, Cyrus wrote multiple diaries and notes relating to you. It helped him get through those hellish years without seeing you. He remembered an incident from his first year, one of the bullies had gotten their hand on his diary and read all of the disturbing romantic poems about you. He eventually got his diary back but at the cost of the harassment getting even worse. They called him a weirdo, a freak. A crazy obsessed creep.

• You were honestly a bit sad when Cyrus went away. While you weren't particularly close, you still liked him and enjoyed his company. Years passed and you eventually began to forget about the little boy who used to cling to you whenever he could. He didn't forget you.

• You sure got quite the surprise when an unfamiliar man turned up at your doorstep, asking how you were and if he could come in. Not being able to recignise the face of the person in front of you, you inquired about his identity.

"Huh? (Yn), it's me." He said in a confused manner.

"Uh, sorry I have no clue who you are, sir." You discreetly tried to back away, not liking how close this man was to you.

"it's me, Cyrus."

".......what..?"

• Yeah, it was a real surprise all right. The man currently in front of you looked nothing alike the boy you remembered. No, this man was obtusely tall; nearly reaching the top of your door. His hair wasn't red, it was black. He told you he had dyed it recently. He had matured and toned muscle was clearly visible from the tight fitted shirt he wore.

• Now that you recognised who he was, you invited him in. Exited to see him again. What had happened during these past years? What was boarding school like? Things like that. Cyrus chuckled at your enthusiasm. He answered all your questions truthfully no he didn't and told you about things he'd achieved, like all the sports games he's won, how he goes to the gym all the time and how good his grades were.

• In the beginning you were happy to see him, though the feeling vanished the more you spoke with him. You expressed joy at his success, but it had turned into bragging. Something you were not fond of. Eventually you had enough and politely kicked him out, saying you were busy and had things to do.

• Cyrus stood outside the door, silent at the fact you asked him to leave so quickly. This wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to be impressed with him, all his achievements. His appearance mot of all. Just look at him, he's the total opposite compared to his younger self. Now he's strong, tall and confident. Shouldn't you fall for him? What was he going to do now that it didn't work? Maybe he should try again some other time, you said you were busy after all. He knew you weren't.

• He needed to come up with a new plan. One that would make sure you fall in love with him too. Otherwise he'll be forced to do something drastic.

#bad relationships #male yandere #obsessed #oc #possesive #short story #toxic #yandere #yandere oc #yandere boyfriend #HC #headcannons #younger yandere #friends brother #yandere male x reader #Yandere Oc x reader #Crispy oc

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iwonderwh0 · 7 months

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The day androids got taken away for deactivation, hundreds of kids with household androids cried themselves to sleep, mourning a family member.

They got attached. Hank too got attached.

Before today, he thought of the revolution as an overall positive event - something worth celebrating, or something he celebrated, at least. For him it symbolised change, a beginning of something better. It was only now that the true scale of the tragedy caught up with him, making him aware of how many android lives it actually cost. Only now it clicked with him how many of them were still mourned, and how, of all people, it was mostly kids who truly missed them.

Throughout December, he saw the memorials with old broken smartphones lined up in tight rows and columns, each for one killed android whose life was meaningful enough for someone to honour it with flowers and candles. And back then, he could never understand why were those flowers so crappy-looking and messy, mostly artificial or folded out of paper as origami. He used to wonder if it was another part of a symbolism - "artificial flowers for artificial people". Now it was obvious that the reason for that was much simpler: it was mostly kids who brought them. Most of them had no means to bring real flowers, so they folded them out of paper.

For the first time, Hank felt embarrassed for never having contributed anything to that memorial when it was still around. He should have brought some flowers, the real ones. Maybe he could even succeed in finding his old smartphone with dead battery and use it as a part of the memorial – if not for someone he personally knew, maybe for some of the deviants he saw last November, perhaps the one who killed himself in a holding cell. He didn't *know* him, didn't even consider him to be a person then, which, however, doesn't mean he could ever forget about him or his case. Arguably, he was the only person who kept thinking about him almost daily months after he died.

Hank didn't lose any close friends or family members the way others did that last November, though. The android he cared most about was still alive, now sitting right beside him on a passenger seat, waiting for Hank to start the engine, fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt. Hank noticed him always fiddling with something, be it a small object or his own clothes that he kept adjusting even if it was perfectly fine the way it was before. He would rub his palms together as if struggling to keep them warm or other times he'd tap the table or other surface he had around with his fingers in some irregular rhythmic patterns that Hank sometimes wondered was originated from some songs he happened to hear, maybe even among those Hank played in his presence himself.

Fiddling was one of those things Connor always did, even before turning deviant. Something so human yet small enough to be completely ignored, or, like in Hank's case, only think of it as something, android did to annoy him personally. How come he never gave it a second thought back then, never wondered why those completely pointless actions were even there? Would it change anything if he did? Would it provided him with enough evidence to answer his question before he had a chance to ask it with a gun? He wished the answers to all those questions were 'yes', and yet it was only now, months later that he actually paid attention to Connor doing any of that and questioned why. Why did he fail to see the significance of it earlier?

As he pondered that, Connor crossed his hands over his chest, deep in thought, while his fingers tapped out a rhythm on his left sleeve. Was he even aware of doing that?

Suddenly Hank felt the urge to touch him. Confirm his presence, and remind him of his own. It took a conscious effort to suppress that urge. Instead Hank cleared his throat and said.

"I remember when kids wanted to become pop stars or video bloggers. Never occurred to me that some kids today might want to be androids."

Connor stopped the tapping and eyed him.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know... It's just weird. That's all."

Connor shifted in his seat, turning to face Hank.

"Who did you want to become?" he asked, "As a kid."

"Not a police lieutenant, that's for sure."

"That's not the answer to the question I asked."

"And you're gonna make it my problem."

Hank could almost feel being scanned as android tilted his head slightly.

"Am I bothering you?"

"Always."

Connor grinned at him, and Hank felt the corners of his own mouth rising as well at the sight.

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #detroit become human #dbh headcanons #snippets from my notes #and I see it as an opportunity to use the new tag (that I'll replace later if the other one end up winning in a new poll)#platoniconk #although if it's my account and you're gonna reblog it you can always tag it as hankcon #won't be true for someone else who could end up using the tag if there will be someone #but I'm chill with that

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lgcriye · 1 year

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* 𝐈. MEET JO RI YE

hi !!! i’m so excited to be here with all of you !!! first of all , my name is junie ( he & they ) & i’m here to introduce you to my first muse here —— jo ri ye ( 조리예 ) !!! i was very inspired by the life & times of song jia ( freezia ) , as well as the iconic movie characters fern ❝ vylette ❞ mayo of jawbreaker ( 1999 ) , regina george of mean girls ( 2004 ) & jennifer check of jennifer’s body ( 2009 ) !!! more information about her is below the cut , & if you’re interested in plotting or writing with us , lmk somehow !!! i’m sticking to tumblr im’s for now , but may be persuaded to make a twt or d*scord in the future if you bully me into it 👀 !!!

* 𝐈𝐈. STATS & BASICS

BIRTH NAME jo ri - ye ( 조리예 ) BIRTHDATE 30 october 2001 ( twenty1 years old ) GENDER cisgender female ( she / her / hers ) ORIENTATION heterosexual ( single ) EDUCATION high school graduate ( class of 2020 , kyunggi girls’ high school ) RELIGIOUS AFFIL non - religious ///

* 𝐈𝐈𝐈. PAST TO PRESENT

/// riye was born in seoul , south korea to a housekeeper & maintenance technician that were often called upon by the rich for their services . though her parents did their best , they only made enough to put food on the table for the three of them & a cozy ( yet quite small ) roof over their heads . some argue that they were living well beyond their means in the first place & that they wouldn’t actually be so poor if they didn’t live in an expensive area of the city , but it was close to the homes they would clean & service , & they also wanted their daughter to attend the amazing schools in the area . so , that said , their entire joint income went to the roof over their heads , paying bills , stocking food in the fridge when they could , & to the exorbitant cost of tuition for excellent private schooling for riye . however , no matter how good their intentions were , this set her up for failure later on in life .

/// as she grew up around some of the wealthiest kids & teens in seoul , it was only natural that she would compare herself to others . all of them possessed the newest technologies , the most gorgeous designer clothes , & had access to the best salons . it was obvious from the start that , despite paying the bill for her attendance each year , riye & her family didn’t have much to offer in comparisons to the others . it caused her to be bullied , & this gave her a pretty grim view of life . though , later on , specifically in grades 9 & 10 , she hatched a master plan . when her mom or dad would go to work , she would offer to go & ❝ help ❞ them , but in reality , she would raid the closets of the home - owners & upload photos of herself wearing their clothing on instagram . this got people talking & a new attention was spotlighted onto her .

/// further into her later high school years , riye learned that men are often much more simple than women , & while the girls in her class were never convinced of her supposed ❝ new life ❞ , the guys seemed to pay her much more attention —— often asking themselves if she’s always been as beautiful as she is , & wondering how they hadn’t noticed her until now . it made her laugh because she felt almost sorry for them , but at least she was able to dupe them into doing things for her & rely on them for ❝ entertainment ❞ from time - to - time . though , right before graduating high school , things became simultaneously better & worse . one , she was exposed for being ❝ fake ❞ & was made the laughing stock of her graduating class . two , her parents left their jobs after working hard to become certified real estate agents , & that boosted their income a lot due to the connections they’d made as a housekeeper & maintenance tech , & three , she was scouted by an entertainment company while out shopping in january of 2020 .

/// hoping to start anew at the company , riye slowly but surely transformed herself into the quintessential queen bee mean girl that she always secretly envied . now that her parents actually have money in the bank , she has the funds to back up her superficial attitude & her desire for material luxuries , which has only created her into an even bigger monster . she’s dead - set on succeeding in this path as revenge to those she felt wronged by in high school , & nothing ( or no one ) will stand in her way . it’s never been easy for her to make friends , & that hasn’t changed , but at this point , she doesn’t feel like she needs them . so long as she has ❝ admirers ❞ , she’s convinced she’ll be all right , even if she can’t help but feel pretty lonely sometimes .

* 𝐈𝐕. TIDS & BITS

/// she’s the type of person who hates small talk & would much rather get right into the deep stuff . this trait of hers can be a little overwhelming for some , but if she finds you boring or un - fascinating in anyway , she’ll likely never speak to you again , so at least there’s that .

/// her likes & dislikes are strong & she will not fail you to let you know when she’s pleased or displeased . her standards for people are also sky high , & she can be very judgmental unless you’re on her good side . it can be said that she gets along better with men rather than women , but it’s only because she doesn’t feel threatened by them . given the overly competitive atmosphere of the company , she often views all women & afab individuals as competition . i hate this for her & do hope she can make at least a few good friends at some point , but we’ll see .

/// is your muse an idol , a debuted model or actor ? if so , get ready to run because we have a grade - a social climber here ! if she senses that being a friend to you will benefit her in anyway whatsoever , she’ll do her best to get into your social circle . trust me on this one . she can be extremely manipulative & effervescent when she needs to be .

/// as scary as she can be , she surprisingly has a wicked sense of humor & a wit as quick as lightning . queen of one - liners , master of insults , & purveyor of sinisterly hilarious banter . deep down , she loves chaos , even if she has to be the one who starts it . she’s likable from a distance so to speak , & for those she can stomach , she loves a good time , but remember , she only lets those she cherishes the most behind the velvet rope . she likes the idea of many people being on the outside looking in , sort of like how she was in the past .

/// often tries to dupe people into doing things for her . she’ll have no issue flirting with someone in order to get that attention from them either . she identifies as heterosexual ( sadly ) , but will lead someone of the same sex on if it meant that they’d do her bidding . she’s ruthless like that .

/// addendum ( 20221114 ) i forgot to mention up above that riye changed her name shortly before she started training !! she felt her former name was unlucky , so she updated to jo ri - ye in jan 2020 !! if you’re curious , her og birth name was jo ah young .

#* 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 / introduction.#lgc:intro #this got so long i'm so sorry to everyone who reads this 😅#can't wait to plot though and i hope she doesn't scare you away !!!

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helianskies · 1 year

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Alter Ego

Detectives Beilschmidt and Kirkland in the Homicide department have their work cut out for them when a body appears. With no real leads or clues, it's only a matter of time before the numbers increase and the case starts to get out of hand. But with it, so do their lives and the city around them. No one—nothing—is safe. Not until the killer is caught.

But at what cost will the denouement come?

[ full fic on ao3; cheeky snippet below! ]

rating: explicit ⠀ chapters: 44/44

Friday 13th March. 23:46pm.

Sleeping alone always felt a little strange. Gilbert supposed he had gotten used to it here and there, just as he had gotten used to falling asleep with someone there and waking up to cold sheets, or falling asleep on his own and waking up to cosy, domestic warmth. Gilbert had never thought that he'd come to like such a warmth when he was younger. Now, at twenty-nine years old, he relished in the moments when there were two of them.

He and Antonio had to do this odd dance of sleeping and waking often. Antonio was a paramedic—an Advanced Emergency Medical Technician, he had said with pride when he passed the qualification a year prior—and received a whole variety of shifts that could fall at any time of day. The things he saw in the span of a ten-hour shift were horrific. It was amazing how he was always so cheerful. But Gilbert worked for the Homicide Department in the city police force, so he supposed he didn't often see much better. What a thing to compare, how many dead people did you see today? No thanks.

It was work, nonetheless, that had woken him. His phone buzzed on the bedside table with a name on the display that was growing more and more familiar, stirring him from his light sleep. The screen also told him it was still Friday. Once upon a time, he’d be out on a Friday night, not trying to get to sleep... Gilbert answered the call and was met by the stern, astute voice of his superior, his boss: good old Basch.

"What time do you call this, boss?" Gilbert joked with a light heart as he got up from bed and prepared to throw back on the clothes he had recently discarded.

Basch was much less amused, but Gilbert wasn't surprised. "I call it midnight. And you're needed," came the reply. That only meant one thing, and it was never good news for anyone—even if it was what Gilbert was paid to do. "A body has been found. Anna's here already. I've sent the location to your phone so I expect to see you promptly."

"Roger that," Gilbert said. "Is Kirkland coming, too?"

"I am yet to call him, but you're currently blocking the line, Beilschmidt."

"Ah."

The Prussian (only on his mother's side) apologised with only a small degree of sincerity and promptly hung up the call. It would be a bad idea to annoy Basch before he even got to the crime scene. He dreaded to think of the face he'd have slapped on him when he showed up. God, it wasn't even a new day and he was already done with people…

As he stumbled around and tried to distinguish trouser from jacket from t-shirt (harder than it sounded, he soon found out), Gilbert wondered what the scene would actually look like and how serious this call-out was. He had only been part of Homicide for a few months, and the department itself was a notably small one, with only four permanent detectives and Anna, who worked in forensics, essentially having to babysit them all each day. Not that she seemed to mind. She was used to dealing with kids.

But, even so, they were lucky that the city didn’t often require them for big cases. At that moment in time, half of the permanent team was already busy in clearing up some of the cold cases, the unsolved killings that had been lying in dust-smothered boxes in the old archive room… That was the reason he had been called, he supposed. The other team was busy deciphering twenty-year-old reports, and he was being summoned from the cosy, warm confines of his bed.

No one had said this job was going to be easy.

When he eventually got to the car and turned it on, the screen inside lit up with an angry orange hue and screamed at him: 23:58pm. 13.03.2020. Friday the 13th. What an unfortunate date. Certainly unlucky for someone… But Gilbert entered the address sent to him by Basch into the navigation system and wasted no time in setting off, quietly pulling out of the communal parking lot of his apartment complex and onto the main road.

[ continue reading on ao3! ]

#hetalia #hws prussia #hws england #hws spain #hws nyo finland #pruspa #i started posting chapters for this fic exactly 2 years ago today so it feels like a good time to reshare #if you've ever seen me mention my crime fiction story this is the one!#there are lots of characters and ships going on so i'm only tagging the main boos #cw character death #cw graphic #helia writes #alter ego

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crazy-dog-lady-81 · 1 year

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Ash on the Wind

Chapter 3

After breakfast, Kai and Amelia checked out of the hotel. They spent the morning shopping, buying the items that they would need to get them started in their new home. Kai’s roomy rental car was quite full by the time they purchased Scout’s new cot. Even flat packed, it wouldn’t fit into the vehicle, so they arranged to have it delivered to the apartment later in the afternoon. Kai insisted on buying some little extras that they hadn’t discussed, such as toys and clothes for Scout. At the toy store, they wandered down the aisles, taking some time to choose a selection of new playthings for the toddler, refusing to accept any contribution for their cost from his mother.

During lunch at Joe’s, Amelia called Link. He offered his condolences to her on the loss of the house, extending an offer of accommodation to her at his place. On learning of the couples new living arrangements, Link was happy for them and understood their desire to have Scout with them. He explained that he and Jo Wilson had been planning to take him and Luna to see a puppet show in a local theatre, but he promised to drop him to the apartment at about 6.30.

“Maybe we can call to Maggie’s. I haven’t seen the others since, well, you know”, Amelia said.

“Sure. I understand. It’d be good to see them. Plus, we can tell them our news”, Kai responded.

Thirty minutes later, Kai brought the car to a stop on Maggie’s drive. They took Amelia’s hand as they walked up the drive and knocked. Maggie’s flustered face greeted them when the door opened, but her face lit up on seeing them.

“We wondered where you had gotten to. Glad you’re okay. Kai, welcome to my home. Please, come on in.”

They followed her in and found Mer and the kids playing a rather rowdy game of go fish in the living room. Mer smiled a greeting and completed the game, before leaving the kids to it to join them in the kitchen. Kai stood and offered a hug to the blonde surgeon, extending their apologies. Meredith was philosophical about events, glad that no-one was hurt. Things could be replaced, she stated. People couldn’t.

“So where did you disappear to?” she asked Amelia.

“The Central. I didn’t mean to leave you guys but seeing the kids in such shock got to me. I was having cravings, so I had to get away to protect my sobriety. So, you know, I have been to a meeting and with Kai here, I feel better.”

“Good for you”, Mer offered a warm smile. “I get it. How does that line go from the Big Book? You call it, you got it? Something like that?”

Amelia nodded, relief clearly visible on her face. “I was so worried you’d be mad.”

“Not at all. To be honest, this place has felt beyond chaotic. I’d have gone to a hotel if I had had the choice”.

“That’s got to be expensive. You two should stay here until you figure things out. It’s tight here but we’ll find you a spot”, Maggie offered.

“Actually, that won’t be necessary.” All eyes landed on Kai. “She’ll be coming to live with me. We are moving in to together. Here, in Seattle.”

There were a million questions, demands to see pictures of the apartment, but, the women were happy for them.

Talk inevitably turned to the fire. The investigation into its cause was still ongoing but it was likely that lightening was the culprit. While the insurance company was playing hardball, they were likely to pay out. Meredith thought that she would sell the plot and draw a line under her time in Seattle. Her move to Boston had been delayed by a month, giving her time and space to get her business complete. In the meantime, she would be working on a part-time basis but not as chief. That role was currently being fulfilled by Teddy Altman, who it was hoped would be given the position permanently.

With the apartment still to be prepared, Kai and Amelia said their goodbyes just over an hour after they’d arrived. Amelia was much more at ease now that she had seen her sisters and that she knew that they weren’t mad with her for staying at the hotel.

The apartment was on the second floor of a nice looking complex. It was spacious, with two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen. It faced onto a communal garden that showed evidence of children. The furniture was old but very serviceable. With a few throws and strategically placed cushions, it would be a comfortable space.

After a walk around to open the windows and air out the place out, Kai set about bringing the shopping in from the car while Amelia wiped out the kitchen cabinets and stored away their groceries. Next, they vacuumed and dusted, before making the bed and unpacking their clothes and toiletries.

When they were finished, Amelia made coffee and they plopped down on the sofa for a well-deserved break.

“So, Shepherd, are you happy?”

“Yes. It’s small. I mean, where will all your stuff fit? Your drum kit and guitars need to be kept away from Scout, or else our new neighbours will kill us!”

“I will have to put them in storage I guess.”

Amelia was quiet for a few minutes, thinking the situation over. It didn’t seem right that Kai should go without their stuff. If only there were more space.

“What if we looked at houses?” she suggested. “When you’re here full time. I mean if you are planning on staying here permanently. There’d be room for your music stuff and a yard for you to fill with plants.”

Kai’s smile widened as she spoke. “Great minds think alike. I was literally just thinking the same thing.”

She laughed. “God”, Kai thought. “She’s so beautiful when she’s happy”. They looked at her, eyes moving between her eyes and lips. They felt themself drawing closer before their lips meet in a soft, tender kiss, which was cut painfully short by a knock. “That’ll be the cot”, Kai sighed.

Using tools from a hefty looking toolbox, Kai made short work of putting it together. They made it up, placing plushies around it for Scout to play with. With careful thought, Kai arranged the other toys around the room. The finished product filled Amelia’s heart with joy. There had once been a time when she had thought that Kai would never accept her son and now, here they were, fussily arranging toys in a room for him.

Wrapping her arms around their waist, she pulled herself close to Kai. “Thank you, for everything. This is wonderful, perfect and I love you”.

They turned in her arms and rested their chin on the crown of her head. “I should be thanking you. In my wildest dreams, I could never have seen this happening for me. You, me and Scout, our family. You gave me this and for as long as I live, I will thank you for that.”

“You are giving that to me too. This wouldn’t be happening to me without you, and I will love and thank you forever for that.”

“Forever. I like the sound of that.”

“Give it a week, you might just change your mind.”

“Not a chance, Shepherd. Not a chance.”

They lifted their chin and with a finger, lifted hers so that they could kiss her. The kiss was deep and passionate, full of the purest love and emotion. As they were leading her to their bedroom, another knock came. They moaned in unison and frustration. “Link”, Amelia said. “Scout!” added Kai.

The toddlers face lit with a big toothy grin when they saw Kai with her mom. “Kai-Kai”, he babbled, reaching out for them to lift him from his father’s arms. Amelia rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. “Turn coat”, she playfully chided the boy. He didn’t seem to notice as he focused on Kai’s smiling face. Link could see how comfortable Scout was with Kai and how they clearly doted on him. It put his mind at ease to know that he was in such good hands. Wishing them well, he left them to settle Scout in and to enjoy their evening together.

Kai gave Scout a tour of his new home, showing him its key features and points of interest. It ended in his room, where the two spent an hour playing with his new toys. Having left them to enjoy their fun, Amelia smiled to her self as she prepared Scouts dinner in the kitchen. She had to call Kai twice before they came down the hallway to eat.

Scout ate sitting on his moms knee. It was messy and prompted her to comment on the need to get a high chair in the coming days. When he was done, they bathed him together. Kai had him in fits of giggles, splashing him gentley with water and giving him a bubble beard.

In his pyjama’s, Kai read him a story, doing the characters voices. He was soon asleep, tuckered out by the days excitement.

Kai insisted on cooking for her and she was happy to let them. Cooking wasn’t her forte. They whipped up a simple pasta in sauce meal and they ate in comfortable silence. After, they tried to watch some TV but found that they too were tuckered out by the day. They shared the bathroom as they washed up and brushed their teeth. In their room, they slipped into tshirts and short and fell into bed.

Amelia rested her head on their chest, listening to their heart beating. She felt her eyes grow heavy as the played with her hair. Kai loved the feel of her head on their chest. They felt like her protector and it give them a sense of pride.

In the space of two days, Ms Amelia Frances Shepherd had changed their whole world and they couldn’t have been happier. Sure, they’d have to be back in Minnesota for a few more weeks, getting their loft there vacated and tying up loose threads at the clinic. Normally, the thoughts of being away from her would cause them to ache. Knowing that this time would be the last time it would be happening, they felt positive and upbeat.

“Love you, ‘artley”, Amelia muttered, already half asleep.

“I love you too, Shepherd. More that you will ever know.”

#kai bartley #greys anatomy #amelia shepherd #amelia x kai #kaimelia #amelia shepard #kai x amelia

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Blood and Thorns Chapter 4 (part 1)

Chapter 4 (Part One): Parties and Seductions

(Read Chapter 1 (part one) here) - (See here for a complete list of chapters)

Frigga wasn’t looking forward to her birthday celebrations. It was barely even about her; it was more about her eligibility for coven leadership and for marriage. Her feelings on that front were mixed at best. The coven expected her to marry for some advantage, or at least magically. She would also be expected to continue the family line, or at least try to do so, it was a consideration at least. But, unfortunately, her heart was preoccupied in the complete opposite direction to all of the above.

Frigga knew the future of the coven rested with her, and it was a responsibility she took seriously. She did want to make her coven proud. She had worked diligently at school to prepare for her role and had graduated top of her year. It had cost her a lot in regards to her interpersonal relationships, having few friends and only one intimate partner, but the sacrifice was worth it to her. She knew she was gifted, that was made clear to her by her teachers, and she desperately wanted to fulfill her potential. There was a lot to live up to. Her aunt had also been a prodigy and the role of coven leader suited her flawlessly. Frigga wondered how she handled it so perfectly. Everyone depended on Sapphire Thorneheart’s vision for the group. The coven was her life, so much so that Frigga’s happiness always came second to the needs of the group. It wasn’t surprising, and Sapphire wasn’t a bad person. She actually doted on Leland quite a lot. He had yet to show any magical potential at all and there wasn’t a role he was required to fulfill, so their aunt was much easier on him. When Frigga had been his age, she had already been confirmed as the heir-apparent and had already caused quite a commotion with her untrained magical abilities. But Leland was a normal, rambunctious kid. Maybe she was jealous of that. The morning of her birthday celebration she woke up a bit earlier than usual, even before her ladies-in-waiting had had a chance to refill her water or lay out her clothes for the day. Instead of trying to fall asleep again Frigga got out of bed. She looked out her window that overlooked the road leading up to the house; from here she could see the sun beginning to rise. This time of day was completely silent, and Frigga savoured it, wrapping herself up in one of her nearby blankets. It was rare she had any time to breathe and think her own thoughts or be herself. Except for when she was with Razi. Her heart swelled as she thought back to the day before. Frigga took a seat on the bench by the window and sighed. She was ecstatic Razi had returned her feelings, but it complicated everything. What was she doing? Frigga knew there was no space for Razi in her aunt’s design for her life. She would hurt Razi if they continued on this path and Frigga doubted Razi would like to be some mistress she kept on the side. When she did marry, Frigga knew it wouldn’t fulfill her. She’d have to marry a man, and oh boy was that not a thought she cherished. Her aunt had likely already arranged something anyway. Hopefully, it was someone pleasant. But Frigga wished deep down she could just love someone and be loved in return and it be that simple. Perhaps that’s why Frigga couldn’t ignore her feelings. She couldn’t discount that Razi might be using her for her social status, but after getting to know her over the last six weeks, that seemed unlikely. If anything her nobility was a turn-off for Razi, and that delighted Frigga. However, there wasn’t a lot the servant offered her materially. Frigga couldn’t imagine a reality where her aunt would allow her to marry a servant, especially one of her own household. Marry Razi? The thought made Frigga’s stomach flutter. They’d spent a lot of time together in the last six weeks or so, most afternoons going to the pond or the forest, even into town a few times. Frigga would sketch the plants they found or write in her study journals about their properties. When in town, Razi was very well known, it surprised Frigga. She seemed popular. She had actually seen Razi flirting with a few attractive girls every so often, but playfully, not seriously at all. It still made Frigga a bit jealous. But from what she witnessed, the way Razi spoke with the girls in town was notably unlike how she spoke to Frigga when they were alone. The first couple of excursions out, there had been a bit of formality. It made Frigga uncomfortable, actually. She didn’t want Razi to feel like there was any obligation, like her job would be at stake if this didn’t work out. That’s something the noble would have to deal with eventually. But yesterday, the garden, the kisses, oh gods it made Frigga so blissfully happy. They hadn’t talked a whole lot for the rest of the afternoon, and they had stayed close in that hidden garden for as long as possible. Yesterday had been the first time in so long Frigga could remember feeling genuinely happy. She also felt a lot of other things. And it was her birthday, damn it. If she couldn’t do what she wanted today, when even could she? Razi would be happy to indulge her, she was sure. Funny thing about academics. A lot of people think of them as stuffy intellectuals with nothing better to do than burying themselves in books and critique an author’s use of adjectives. What good is sex when there’s punctuation to criticize? But Frigga’s time at school had taught her that the sparkly image was just that, an image, an illusion. There’s a reason for the code of conduct in institutions like that, and with witches? It was stricter than most due to their creative natures. It made Frigga chuckle. She didn’t have a ton of sexual experience, but enough to know it wasn’t something she saw her marriage being without. The fact she’d have to marry a man was a problem. The thought of sex with any man made her profoundly uncomfortable. It hadn’t taken Frigga a long time to understand her proclivities; she wasn’t even a teenager by the time she had. But, like everything else in her life, that would have to be sacrificed too. Frigga wanted to be happy, just like anyone else. In her heart of hearts, she hoped following in her distinguished aunt’s footsteps would be enough for her. She was afforded this life of luxury and a generally care-free existence to focus on her magical studies. She was incredibly privileged. Frigga could have been born to an impoverished family or a family in a war-torn country, her potential forever remaining a whisper. And the witch adored magic with all her heart, it was everything to her, so the fact her life centred around it? Frigga felt exceptionally lucky. She was determined to fulfil her role, to pay her blessings forward, and give back to others what she’d been afforded. But for tonight, at least, she would follow her foolish heart, maybe for the last time.

The preparations for the party had been ongoing for about a week, the main floor being cleaned specially. The Thorneheart home wasn’t as grand as the Magnus-Monroe’s, but it was more than enough for the celebration at hand. The kitchen personnel had been making appetizers and refreshments for days and the other members of staff had been procuring flowers to adorn the home. The white marble floors and polished wood-frame mirrors sparkled freshly and there was a sweet aroma wafting throughout the house. The manor was gorgeous, and Sapphire had spared no expense for this evening. It was an opportunity for prospective suitors to present themselves formally of course, but more than that it was the Thorneheart family’s critical moment to remind the coven how worthy they were of their renown. And while the suitor point had already been taken care of, Sapphire was more than happy to host as many wealthy and powerful people as possible to encourage other young members of her coven mingle as well. Tonight would be a night to remember, of that Sapphire made sure.

As the hour drew near, Frigga’s attendants began helping her get ready. She was bathed and manicured to perfection. The most expensive oils were used in her unruly red curls in an attempt to tame them with decent success. The gown she was to wear was a gorgeous royal blue dress with gold embroidery and trim. The neckline was lower than Frigga would normally wear, but it made room for a gorgeous golden layered necklace with opals inlaid. It was an outfit fit for a princess and would be one of the most ornate gowns she would wear in her life, save for her wedding dress. With her hair in an up-do, a delicate gold tiara encrusted with sapphires was placed atop it, accented with gold chandelier earrings inlaid with more it was precious stones. It felt rather like overkill to Frigga and not a garment she’d ever have picked out for herself, but looking at herself in the mirror, she stood up a bit straighter and held her head higher. She felt powerful and would carry herself with all the pride of the Thorneheart name until the end of the evening. The instant the party was over Frigga would throw it out the window, but until then she would be the very picture of dignity and grace. Just before guests began to arrive, Sapphire came to Frigga’s room and dismissed all of the attendants. She gasped softly. “My dear, you are radiant.” Frigga smiled with pride. “Thank you Auntie.” Sapphire walked to her niece and squeezed her hands. “I know this isn’t your idea of fun, Frigga, but you wear it well. I hope you do have fun tonight.” She then took a seat on a bench at the foot of the bed. “I have a gift for you.” Frigga sat next to her aunt, curious to see what this was about. Sapphire took out a small jewelry box covered in dark blue velvet. Frigga unlatched its simple brass closure it to find a delicate, gold bracelet with a single small pearl threaded through. “It was your mother’s, given to her on her 21st birthday,” Sapphire explained. Frigga’s heart was softened, and she looked back up to her aunt. They didn’t always see eye-to-eye, but she knew Sapphire meant well. Frigga took after her mother and missed her deeply. Receiving something so precious meant everything to the witch. Frigga’s mother had also been magically gifted, and it was only because Abigail had run off with a tradesman that she hadn’t been made the coven’s heir herself. She’d died giving birth to Leland, nearly nine years ago, merely six months after her Frigga’s father had passed. Frigga was twelve at the time and she often wondered if this life is what her parents wanted for her. She hoped they’d be proud of her and that she could live up to everything she remembered her mother to be: Kind, loving, and cunning. “Thank you, auntie, I love it so much.” Sapphire helped put the bracelet on Frigga’s right wrist, her non-dominant hand. “Now, I do want you to have fun,” she explained, her kindly tone becoming a bit more formal. “But I would prefer you to understand how vital it is to make a good impression as you always do. You needn’t worry overly much about making a lot of conversation with anyone in particular, but I’d like you to speak with everyone at least a bit.” Frigga nodded. “Of course, auntie. I won’t let you down.” Sapphire smiled softly, finished with the bracelet she drew Frigga into a soft hug. “I know you won’t, dear. You are resplendent."

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dmsden · 2 years

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You Get What You Give - Reciprocation of effort

Hullo, Gentle Readers. You might be wondering why I’ve chosen to stick a photo of my own mug (middle above) on this article, and why I’m about to tell you about my latest Disney trip - how could all that relate to RPGs? Well, friends, this past week, I fulfilled a dream I’ve had since I was eight - I got to live in the Star Wars universe.

Along with my husband Steve and our partner Jay, I got to stay at the Star Wars Galactic Starcruiser. I’ve already talked elsewhere (my Twitter feed and my Facebook account) about how amazing I thought this experience was. You might be forgiven for thinking I’m a tiny bit biased; it’s a well-known fact that I’m a huge fan of Disney theme parks. Going into this experience, however, I was super nervous. We were spending quite a bit of money (no I won’t say how much). Even past the cost of the experience itself, we had to pay for flights, a hotel the night before, transportation to and from the airport...not to mention the extra days we tacked on after the Starcruiser to enjoy some more Disney. As the dates approached, we got more and more nervous. Was this going to be worth it?

The question of “worth it” is one that I think we RPGers can all relate to. We have to buy books, dice, and such...we have to invest time and effort into creating a character...or we have to invest time and effort into creating a campaign and adventures. With all of that, it can be a natural worry that what we get out of the situation won’t be worth what we put into it. That’s a worry a lot of people going into the Starcruiser experience have: “What if I spent all this money, and it turns out I don’t have a good time?”

There’s an old maxim that pretty much goes, “You get out of it what you put into it.” I find that largely to be true for RPGs, and it was 100% true for our Starcruiser experience. Leading up to our departure, we were avoiding spoilers as best we could while simultaneously steeping ourselves in preparation to be people who lived in the Star Wars universe. We created characters and backstories. We put together costumes and props, such as the IDs that we’d carried around Galaxy’s Edge for when Stormtroopers stopped us and asked for identification. My character is an engineer, so I read up on things like how hyperdrives work. That made me think that I would probably be excited to see the Starcruiser’s inner workings, as well as kind of fanboy for the ship itself. I looked up technical aspects of the Halcyon (the name of the ship the experience takes place on). I was ready to discuss the ship’s type (an MPO-1400 Purgill-class cruiser), its creator (Shug Drabor, an Anzellan, which is why the ship’s crew uses Anzellan phrases for hello, goodbye, and as a toast), and the ship’s importance as the first cruiser with 13 sublight engines (the Drabor Configuration). I did actually pull out a chunk of that info during the cruise, and I think the cast got that I was more than a casual fan.

I had an utter blast, as did Steve and Jay. We put a lot into the experience, and we got a lot out of it. We very quickly ended up on both the Scoundrel and Resistance tracks, and we were constantly getting tapped to do various missions. We got to get into the Engineering section of the ship and dig around in its guts. We helped the Resistance break a First Order blockade. We stole a precious jewel as a symbol of hope for a beleaguered planet. And, of course, we ate amazing food, watched an epic battle of good vs evil, and lived, breathed, and slept Star Wars for two days. It was incredible.

So again, why am I talking about this? Well, Starcruiser, as you might have surmised, is an RPG...a LARP, pretty much, with the best production values and incredible performers as the NPCs. If we had just shown up in plain clothes with no particular ambition to do anything and no emotional investment in this world, we probably would’ve been bored. And we certainly met some of those people...mostly family-members who were there for their kids. For us, the experience was transcendent. For them, I could easily imagine it felt like a big waste of time and money.

The same principle could be ascribed to a tabletop RPG. If you just show up with no emotional investment in your character or the world of the game, you’re not likely to get a lot out of it. When I sit down with my players in a Session Zero, I want to make sure they’re creating characters they’re going to care about. I help them create bonds that will be the impetus for great emotional RP down the road. I want them to have some of that investment. I ask them about things they want to see in the game, because I want my game to be incredible for them. Doing that helps me know that the work I’m putting into the campaign will be worth it, because they’ll walk away from the campaign with stories they can tell forever. Maybe that’s a lofty goal, but I still hear “war stories” about things from retired campaigns and LARP sessions I created from the players that were there years past. It’s a complete high for me, and that’s when I know I’ve done my job as DM well.

So yes, invest your time and effort. If you’re playing in a published world, learn some things about that world, and tie your character into it. Or ask your DM about the world they’ve created and find a niche for your character that will help you care about what you’re doing. Yes, you’re creating a fictional character for a tabletop game, but you should care about them. Their fate should matter to you. Because that will make the game matter to you, and then you’ll be getting a ton out of it for your effort.

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A few headcanons so I don't forget them later there may be changes later

Ethan is from the Midwest, but his family moved to CA when he was about 14, after the bombing of Raccoon City- mostly because of the bombing. His parents were worried about the residual effects of the bombing- air quality, was their home at risk of becoming the next Raccoon (his father, a low level Umbrella employee until he quit just after the bombing, was particularly concerned), would they be overrun by any surviving refugees from Raccoon and would this increase crime in the area? They did not tell these worries to Ethan, feeling he was too young to understand, and instead stated "the schools are better out West".

Finding work was difficult for his father after the move; especially with the stigma against Umbrella employees as the news on their involvement with Raccoon broke. He worked odd jobs to supplement Ethan's mother's income. Misjudging the difference in the cost of living between their old home and their new, they had enough for housing, bills, and little else. Ethan got used to skipping school meals to stretch the money his parents had to put in for it, and getting clothes too big so he could grow into them, allowing them to last longer. Despite this, his mother always took the family out to eat for Ethan's birthday, and made sure they were able to get him gifts for Christmas, even when he tried to tell her he didn't want anything and to save the money.

Despite not being involved in anything more than tech support in the company, Ethan's father felt guilt for working for Umbrella. Every time there was something new and awful in the media about the constant he wondered how many people had he helped went on to develop things which killed Innocent people? How much of his paychecks had been funded by blood money? His guilt festered into depression, which he coped with by drinking and lashing out.

Ethan did not fit in with his new school across the country. The city was much bigger than his town back home and the people were different. He was often treated like a country bumpkin despite only really visiting the "country" a few times as a kid- his grandparents had a small farm before they passed; it was left to an uncle or maybe a cousin owns it now, he isn't sure. There were also rumors that he had been from Raccoon and was l that his dad was an on the run scientist and a murderer. The more he protested these lies the more his classmates doubled down on them. This lasted until he left for college a county over.

Ethan was shy and a little awkward. This hardly changed as he grew older. He began to react to the rumors or bullying at school by lashing out. Despite not looking like much, Ethan could throw a punch; more than that, he could take a hit and push on despite the pain no matter how many fights he got into, or with how many people. He was moved around to several schools by the time he graduated from an alternative school.

Ethan and his father hardly saw eye to eye on anything. Sometimes Ethan disagreed just to distance himself from the man. He had what felt like a million reasons to be mad at his father, but couldn't explain any of them to anyone else. The arguing only sometimes boiled over to physical blows. Every time this happened, his mother got between them. She often had to keep the peace between the pair. Neither Ethan nor his father ever hit his mother.

Ethan moved away for college. He earned a grant and took out loans. Despite his usually rocky relationship with his father, Ethan followed in the man's footsteps to take courses with computers. He graduated with a bachelor's and became a software engineer. He began a master's degree, but never finished it.

During college he met Mia. Theirs was an instant connection. Despite his father warning that they were moving too fast, the pair got engaged on their first anniversary as a couple and were married before their second.

Ethan never quite believed that Mia's family liked him. They were always nice to him, always seemed happy to see him; but he always felt they looked down on him. Like maybe they thought he wasn't good enough for their daughter. His family was but as well off as hers. His education was not as good as hers. His job didn't pay as much as hers.

Despite this, they moved to Texas once Mia finished her master's program to be closer to her family. Ethan was happy to pack up and move with her, with promises to his family that they would still visit every year. Even if he had to go alone, Ethan always kept this promise until his parents passed.

TBC

#I'm gonna add more eventually #but here's a little bit of things for my boy #did i take liberties? sure #but shit Capcom doesn't have much interest in keeping to canon either

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casspurrjoybell-24 · 9 months

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Sugar Punch - Chapter 2

*Warning Adult Content*

- Maddox -

I looked over the young boy 'Theodore' again and tried to figure him out as he wrote down things he didn't like to eat.

The moment I saw him I knew that he was here for all the wrong reasons.

His nose was busted from what I could guess was from a punch to the face and he obviously didn't think about anything else other than learning to fight from what he was wearing.

I was amused that he showed up wearing casual clothes to a gym, it was clear to me he had never stepped foot inside of a gym before today.

I looked at what he was writing down and had to hold back a laugh once he wrote 'all fruit' because oh boy, this kid had no fucking idea the amount of fruit I was going to introduce to his life.

He was skinny, way too thin so I needed to build him up slowly, only then could I really train him and I will train him, after all it should be easy with this guy, he looks like he would be satisfied with just learning how to throw a punch.

"I'm um... done," he said quietly, handing me back the piece of paper.

I looked over what he doesn't like and I couldn't help but sigh once I saw it was all foods that I would be adding to his diet, like pasta, chicken, fish, carrots, apples and other fruit that he should be eating.

I'd need to change what I already made up for him and swap some things around, he didn't put rice on so I will add that instead of pasta, which is doable.

It's not only fighting I'd have to work on with this guy but his eating habits are also shit.

"This should be enough to work on," I tell him, looking him over again.

He might be a skinny kid, maybe a bit dorky but he wasn't bad looking, which obviously made me wonder why he was being hit at school.

He was getting hit, bruises like the ones on his face and arms were fucking obvious but I wouldn't say shit that didn't concern me, unless he wanted to tell me.

I stay out of their lives and I keep them out of mine, I try and keep it professional at all costs, only then can I focus on my job and nothing else, which is how it should be.

I didn't need extra shit in my life.

Still, something about him bugged me and it just wasn't in my nature to give a shit about someone, especially not a guy or a fucking kid, so why did this one make me wonder about him?

He was weak, he had no muscle on his arms but something about his eyes told me he wasn't a complete coward, he came here after all, he reminded me of a little of myself at his age, just desperate to fucking get away from everyone.

"Um, is that all?" he asked as I snapped out of my thoughts and nodded my head, looking everything over one last time.

"Yeah," I say, getting up from my seat and decided I'd show him some workout equipment he can also do on his own.

I led him to the middle of the room where the ring was, it was only us down here today, usually Lenny or Emma would be here but they took the day off to most likely because they got fucked up last night at the club.

"Right, stand there and show me the best kick you got," I instruct, as the boy looked at me confused.

I didn't have to tell him twice as he got into a stance that wasn't bad but needed work and then he tilted to the side and kicked into the air, as I watched his form.

He wasn't bad at all, he could be a decent kickboxer with some training and muscle on him, he was a lot better than most newcomers that come here for a free lesson or just to come and see me and ask stupid fucking questions.

"Not totally shit but when you kick, don't keep your hands by your side, watch me," I tell him, moving to stand next to him to show him what I'm talking about.

I do a front kick and hold it so he can see what I meant, his eyes widen and then he nodded his head as I put my leg down and watch him follow my movements, starting with how I stood.

He did a front kick just like I did and then looked at me for approval, making me bite back a grin at how much he resembled a puppy, especially with that head of hair that was desperate for a cut.

"You got the front kick down, now let me show you some others really quick that we'll be working on during our next lesson," I said as I took a step back and got into position.

I show him the round kick, side kick, how to stand and how to hold your fists, where I had to help him as he didn't quite get how to position his feet but after a few attempts he was a natural and easy to teach.

He was a quick learner which I didn't expect from such a skinny guy but he looks easy enough to train, which is what I hoped for when Rick told me I'd be getting a new guy to train.

Once I was satisfied, he got the basics down, I jogged to my office and got the regime I had made up for him of all the workouts we'll be doing together before I teach him how to hold his own in the ring with me.

His face paled as he looked down at the list in front of him, making me grin once I see how face his eyes were going over everything, obviously overwhelmed by it all, despite me shortening it because of how new he is to kickboxing.

"If you want to change anything let me know, until then... you're free to leave," I tell him, as his brown eyes look at me.

Seeing as our time had come to an end and an hour had passed, I grabbed a spare gym bag I wasn't using anymore and handed it to him, for the load of free shit I gave him, shorts, t-shirts and wrap for his hands.

"U-Um, thanks," he said quietly as I looked down at him, putting things into the bag. "I had fun and um..." There was a pause, as his face started turning a bright shade of pink. "I'm actually a fan, s-so t-thanks for your time and... I'll see you next week," he said shyly, before smiling at me, his nerves obvious in the way he couldn't hold eye contact with me

.I'd heard this all before and it all got too fucking predictable and annoying but for some reason it wasn't annoying me now, if anything it made my shit day just a bit better as I looked down at the shy boy and nodded my head.

"See you next week, Theo," I said, sending him on his way as I headed back to my office, not looking back at the guy as he sheepishly headed for the exit.

I heard the door close behind him as I sat down on my chair in my office, closing my eyes as a laugh escaped my lips as I go over the past hour with the clumsy, skinny yet amusing kid.

He wasn't bad to train, he listened well and never complained, he made my job here all the easier as I didn't have to tell him twice like I do with the more advanced guys that come to me for training.

Despite not hating this job, I couldn't wait to get back into the ring and do what I did best, there was something about teaching other people kickboxing but to be the one in the ring with all eyes on you, it was a feeling unmatched.

I lived for the fight, it cleared my mind and washed all my thoughts away, I was in my prime and I was already at the top, life was good but outside the ring things got loud and harder to ignore, especially family.

Looking at the time I decide to call it a day and just head upstairs to have a quick workout, then head home and make dinner, I didn't have any more lessons today, so I was free to do whatever the fuck I wanted.

Speaking of, for a while now my dick's been rock hard from the moment that guy left and I know it's not because I wanted to fuck him but because it's been a while since I slept with a woman.

I've never been with a guy before and I never want to fucking find out how it feels either, I've knocked guys out for looking at me wrong, so I knew I wasn't into them, I loved women and I couldn't even think of sticking my dick up a guy's ass without feeling sick.

Fuck this, my dick just isn't going down.

I whipped it out and closed my eyes as I released the tension and tried to relax into it, thinking of warm plump lips wrapped around my cock, small hands touching my balls, brown eyes looking up at me.

I freeze mid stoke as familiar eyes come to mind, making me open my eyes wide to see how rock hard I still was, considering I just pictured that dorky, skinny guy with my hand wrapped around my cock.

Fucking hell, I really did need to go out and get laid.

Putting my dick back in my shorts I grab my bag and jacket and decide to just leave, not wanting to go over what I just did, knowing full well I wasn't into the guy and I was just that fucking horny.

Grabbing my phone from my pocket I reply to the first text from a girl I hooked up with last week and just told her to meet me near my place, not bothering to stick around and train when my dick just wouldn't calm down.

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wikagirl · 9 months

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Hi and welcome to the post in which I flex my skyrim house(s) that nobody asked for!

Starting out with Lakeview Manor in Falkreath. It is fully furnished with the armoury, enchanters tower and alchemy tower expansions

Next up is Heljarchen Hall of Dawnstar which, in true skyrim fashion, has some random floating fox outside (it's still alive)

It is also fully furnished, with the greenhouse, the library tower and a currently pretty empty trophy room.

The last selfbuilt home is Windstad Manor of Morthal with the big bedroom, big kitchen and extra storage

And now on to the base game player houses. Starting out with everyones favourite: Breezehome in Whiterun, fully furnished with a kids bedroom because this is the safest city for kids to be imo also lydia is there too but we don't talk about her.

Then we have Vlindrel Hall in Markarth and it has all the good stuff, enchantment table, alchemy station, big kitchen, extra bedroom and a second living room. I find it surprisingly cozy for being a literal stone bunker.

Then we have Proudspire Manor in Solitude, again with all possible addons. I don't like this one as much, it feels a bit crammed for how big it is because of all the stone pillars everyhwere and the white and dark grey walls + the light from the windows always being cool-tones in this place make it feel kinda cold and soulless to me

also who the hell would be sleeping in this thing in my basement???

Then we have Hjerim in windhelm for which I installed a mod so I can get it without having to do the civil war because both sides of that can kiss my buttocks. I only had to solve the murder and help 5 people with this one. It, again, has all the good stuff so I'm not gonna list it all again here.

I'd just like to know what's up with this empty room you can't furnish in any way. I bought all the furnishing options, like the guy literally has nothing else so idk what's up with this broom closet or what ever this is.

Then as last house from the base game we have Honeyside in Riften which is supposed to have a kids bedroom, but it only has one extra room with a single bed in it so I wonder where my housecarl is gonna sleep if I move kids and a spouse in here.

And finally the house you can get in the Dragonborn DLC, Severin Manor in Ravenrock. It comes completely pre-fuenished and with no customizing options.

And as a little bonus: my little mod-home just outside of Winterhold.

the mod is called "Underhearth - Quick and Simple Home" by Kotep in the steam workshop. It doesn't have all the fancy schamzy stuff that a lot of other player houses tend to have but it feels nice and cozy and it has a short quest attached to it that is very well woven into the cut "missing students of the college" questline that should be pretty well known by this point.

I farmed for all of the purchasable houses and some additional coin to built the other ones in like a week and got the buildable ones done within three days which included some pre-farming and making a spreadsheet with the materials and cost.

if you haven't joined the thieves guild yet the thieves in riften make for a great source of passive income, they showed up every night for me and every time I could loot like 200 gold + what ever they have in form of stolen items off of them so if you're really lazy you can just camp at the market place of riften, use the wait option to skip to night, loot the poor fella and repeat and also sell the other stuff he has every couple of days.

Also yes some of the clothes are modded, I have the nocturnal armor mod by lenik on steam.

#skyrim #I don't count places like volkihar or jorrvaskr beause there are still other idiots living there you can't get rid of normally #where as housecarls or terek the squatter in breezehome can be yote from the property no biggie.

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rottenjudgemcnt · 2 years

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Megara Creon ༝ 29 ༝ Waitress

Bisexual ⋆ She/Her

♫ Currently Playing ♫ ;; Homicide by Ani Brava

☀ Scorpio ☾ Leo ↑ Taurus

Meg isn't as tough as she is perceived. Inside she's actually quite soft and gentle but after years of life she's been hardened. It started when she was young and grew until now she feels like stone. That's what confuses her so much about Hektor is just why he's hit that soft spot still in her heart. All she's wanted for ages is her freedom but now something's in her way, the last thing she can afford is having any attachment to it.

Meg loves music, it’s how she connects to her own emotions sometimes. In fact, after growing so cold from her past it can also be the only way she works through them anymore.

She genuinely hates her father. As much as people would fight her on it, she hates him. There isn't any sympathy for the man that abused her growing up. He is everything she wishes to never become.

Meg tries to keep plants alive constantly, as if it will somehow give her hope for the future. Her attempts are always futile and they never live.

She's afraid once she gets her freedom what she'll do after. Meg lacks knowing what she wants in the future, the life she strives to live, as it felt before she was even able to decide she'd sold her soul. Sure she just wants out but then what?

Her feelings toward Harold are strained. He drives her more hateful side, he sees her strength, but at what cost? As much as she loves feeling that side of her fueled she's just another minion. Meg knows she put herself in this position and yet she can't forgive Harold for putting her through all his dirty work. In his core she believes in to be a bad seed but has on occasion seen good in his intentions.

Children absolutely terrify her. The idea of having them, and raising them is out of the question. She can't imagine bringing anything into this world in the state it’s in. Sometimes she wishes she herself wasn't. Meg worries she’d fuck up a kid’s life and would become the parent she hated.

She sometimes lacks purpose. In quiet she feels as though she's just floating through life. Sure she saved her ex but he didn't even appreciate her actions, her emotions, her love. If all of that was thrown away, Meg wonders what she'd ever offer another. To make sure it never happens again though she's shut herself off entirely in regard to emotional attachment. Or so she thought.

Heights are a no. She’s never liked them regardless of how people have tried to change her mind. Meg has no idea where it came from but assumes it’s got to do with her childhood that was less than ideal. Isn’t that where weird fucked up stuff comes from?

Her bedroom is almost always a mess. It feels like seconds after it’s clean there is a mess again. Most of the time there’s clothes on the bed she pushes aside to sleep at night. Whenever she’d have someone over most of her junk just gets tossed in the closet. It used to not look like this but after losing her soul she didn’t see what difference it made when she couldn’t even plan for any real future.

Meg isn’t afraid to die, as long as it’s for something with purpose. She doesn’t want her life to feel like it had no meaning and sometimes she worries that while she belongs to Harold that it doesn’t.

tbd.

#headcanons #headcanon #about

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3rensgf · 3 years

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stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

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warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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feelingsick · 2 years

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“Stop holding it down, sweetheart.” with Bel and Romi?

It didn’t matter how much Bel tried to assure Romi that he was welcome in the apartment, or that the younger dancer had lived with Bel and his boyfriend for almost a year now – Romi still didn’t feel comfortable being in the apartment alone. Even if he didn’t say so, Bel could tell how awkward he acted at the prospect. He knew it would take time for Romi to get used to things, to come to finally see himself less as an imposing guest and more as family. In the meantime, Bel could at least try to minimize Romi’s stress as much as possible.

“I’ve got some shopping to do,” Bel announced, glancing down at where Romi was looking over one of his textbooks. “Feel like coming along? You’ve been studying for a while now. Might be time for a break.”

Normally Romi would jump at the offer, but he’d been quiet all afternoon. It was no wonder – the poor kid had been working hard all week.

Bel smiled encouragingly as Romi closed his book and set it aside. “I just need to pick up a few things. We’ll be back in no time.”

—

Romi was at least a little more talkative as they got off the bus and continued their way downtown. He told Bel about what he was studying, and listened as Bel outlined a new dance routine he’d been working up.

Slowly, though, Bel began to notice Romi becoming quieter and quieter as they shopped. Before long, he’d stopped talking altogether, only responding with a nod or a shrug when Bel tried engaging him.

“Are you alright?” Bel asked finally, eyeing Romi over his shoulder as he sorted through a rack of clothes. “If you’re bored, we can–”

“No,” Romi answered quickly, shaking his head. “I’m not bored, really. Just…” He blushed, making a face. “My stomach hurts a little, that’s all.”

Bel frowned, dropping the top he’d been looking at. “Do you want to leave?” he asked.

“No, I’m fine, I promise.”

Bel looked him up and down. Romi was clearly uncomfortable, but he looked alright. The flush from his cheeks could have been embarrassment as easily as a fever. But if he was really, truly sick, Bel also knew that he’d never admit it at the cost of ruining their day out.

“I’m done here anyway,” Bel said casually, picking up his shopping basket. He’d found a couple tops he liked, which was good enough for today. He gave Romi an encouraging smile as they moved to the front of the shop, noticing the stiff way the younger boy walked as he tried to discreetly cradle his stomach. The sooner Bel got him home, the better.

The cashier smiled at them as Bel handed her the clothes he’d picked out.

“Did you find everything you were looking for?” she asked cheerfully.

“Absolutely,” Bel answered, returning her smile. She began to ring up his purchases, but when she looked up again, her smile fell.

“Um..” she began, looking upset. Bel frowned before realizing that she wasn’t looking at him, but rather past him. He turned, following her gaze.

Romi stood behind him, a hand pressed tellingly to his lips. As Bel watched, Romi’s body jerked, his cheeks ballooning out before he valiantly swallowed it back down.

“Oh, gosh…” Bel took Romi by the shoulders, turning quickly back to the cashier.

“Bathroom’s back there,” she said before he even had a chance to speak. He thanked her, quickly steering Romi in that direction.

“You should have said something,” he chastised gently. “I wouldn’t have made you come out with me if I’d known you were sick.”

They burst into the thankfully empty restroom, and Romi let Bel guide him into one of the stalls. For a moment, they just stood there, Romi breathing deeply in an attempt to keep his composure.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice shaky. “I don’t know what happened.” He swallowed. “I feel a little better now.”

“Are you sure?” Bel asked.

Romi nodded slowly before suddenly dropping to his knees over the toilet with an empty belch. Bel couldn’t help but chuckle as he crouched down beside him.

“That’s what I thought,” he said gently, placing a hand on Romi’s back. “Just take your time, we’re not in a hurry.”

Romi said nothing. Bel rubbed a hand across his trembling shoulders, waiting for the inevitable. Sure enough, he felt Romi’s body tense as he gagged once....twice…before swallowing it back down again.

“Romi,” Bel chastised gently. “Stop holding it down, sweetheart. It needs to come up.” He reached around and pushed Romi’s sweat-dampened bangs off his forehead. “Trust me, you’ll feel better once it’s out of you.”

Romi made a soft whimpering sound. For a moment, Bel worried that they’d be there all day as he continued to fight it. But suddenly Romi’s stomach gave a deep gurgle, and he was once again leaning over the toilet. With a heave, he let loose a torrent of his half-digested breakfast into the bowl.

“That’s it,” Bel praised. He rubbed a hand up Romi’s spine, trying to help his body through the motions. Sure enough, Romi let out a soft burp before vomiting up another thick stream.

He heaved a few more times, each time bringing up less and less, before he finally stopped. He fell back, panting hard. His shirt was soaked through with sweat, and he was shaking like a leaf.

Bel reached up wordlessly and flushed the mess away before tearing off a wad of toilet paper and handing it to Romi. “How do you feel now?” he asked, giving Romi’s shoulder a squeeze.

“Better,” Romi gasped softly, cleaning his face with the tissue.

“Told you,” Bel laughed. He ran an affectionate hand through Romi’s damp curls. “Give yourself a minute to breathe and make sure you’re done. Then we’ll get you home.”

#my wrtiting #sickfic #emeto #vomiting #bel #romi

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c-optimistic · 3 years

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Not sure if you’re still taking prompts, but I just watched Hozier’s from Eden music video and now I can’t stop thinking about Lena and Kara on the run finding and saving a kid from a bad situation...

obviously slightly different from the video and also an unambiguously happy ending

Alex handed over the keys to the beat up car, her eyes not straying from Kara’s for even a second.

“Travel at night as much as you can. The tank is full, but you need to make it last as long as possible.” She blinked, bit her lip, and squeezed Kara’s hand. “No powers. Not for anything. And no contact. I’ll find a way to let you know it’s safe.”

Kara nodded, pulling her sister closer and enveloping her in a tight hug, trying to memorize the way it felt, the warmth that burrowed into her bones and eased her mind. “We’ll be fine, Alex,” she said, injecting as much confidence in those four words as she possibly could. She was glad that Alex couldn’t see the tears she wasn’t quite able to suppress. “I’ll be listening for you.”

Alex pulled away and opened her mouth to argue, probably to point out that Kara’s statement went directly against the no power rule, but then her mouth snapped shut, like she knew better than to argue.

“Don’t put on any music you like on the radio. You know it makes you want to sing, and that sort of thing is bound to attract attention,” Alex said instead, smoothing over Kara’s shoulders and tugging slightly on the collar of her borrowed leather jacket. “Take care of each other,” she added, clearly no longer able to hide her anxiety behind jokes. Her eyes didn’t stray from Kara, but the comment was undoubtedly meant more for Lena than for Kara. “I love you, Kara.”

“Danvers sisters, right?” Kara said thickly, holding back tears. She pulled Alex in for one more tight hug, taking care to listen to her heartbeat, to memorize its unique rhythm. “I love you, too. You call if you need me. Okay? Do you promise?”

“Promise,” Alex said, pulling away and wiping at her cheeks. “All right. Go. Go.”

Kara and Lena didn’t need to be told a third time. They got into the car, and drove off into the night, Kara’s eyes on the rearview mirror long after Alex had disappeared entirely from view.

Very quickly, they developed a routine.

Hats, thick sunglasses, hoodies, and overall easily forgettable outfits became their norm, much to Lena’s eternal dismay. Kara would pretend not to see her wince as she pulled on sneakers, and Lena returned the favor by not calling Kara out when she used her superhearing to listen for Alex every single night.

They drove throughout the night for the most part, sticking to unpopulated areas as much as they could, not speaking much to the people they ran into at gas stations and diners. When the posters with their faces began cropping up on public restrooms and outside of convenience stores, Lena suggested they die or cut their hair.

During the day, they slept. Sometimes in the car, no relief from the sweltering heat. Sometimes, if they figured it was safe enough, they’d sleep a few hours at a motel before setting off again.

They definitely didn’t use each other’s names. Not once. In fact, they didn’t speak much at all.

(One thing filled both their minds:

Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving.

As long as they were on the move, Lex couldn’t get to them.)

It wasn’t much of a life, but it wasn’t all bad either.

It meant Lena would surreptitiously take her hand out of anxiety or a desire to provide comfort when driving past other cars. It meant when Lena’s always busy mind became bored, she’d invent new games to play as they drove along.

It meant huddling up together one particularly cold desert night.

It meant becoming very familiar with the song Lena hummed as she showered.

It meant learning to decipher Lena’s mood based on tuts, clicks of her tongue, breathy sighs, and the roughness of her voice when she would break the silence between them.

No, it wasn’t a bad life, being on the run with her best friend, the only person on this planet after Alex who’d ever made Kara feel at home.

It wasn’t a bad life, with money carefully hidden in the car, under the mats and inside the seat cushions, their every need anticipated and planned for, long into the future. Theoretically, they could stay on the run for years, evading Lex’s long reach.

It wouldn’t be a bad life, but to be fair, when your only goal was survival, having a good life (or really living at all) just wasn’t the point.

Kara chewed on her lip as she refueled the car, her eyes on the meter, her ears on the men coming out of the gas station.

They were laughing, clearly a bit drunk despite the time of day, one of the men complaining loudly as they walked towards their car.

“Costs me a fortune to feed that boy. Clothe him. Give him a place to sleep. And if she can leave him, why can’t I?”

Kara didn’t react. She finished refueling, paid, then slid into the driver’s seat, watching as the drunk men piled into their car and pulled away. Her grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles white. Just a tiny bit more pressure, just a little bit more of a squeeze, and she could shatter it in her hands.

“Is something wrong?” Lena asked, reaching out and brushing her hand over Kara’s shoulder, so careful, so tentative. “You seem upset.”

Kara turned to her, still chewing on her lip.“What do you think about getting a good night’s sleep tonight? I know a place we can go. It’ll be safe.”

Lena’s eyes roved over Kara’s face for a moment. “What did you hear?” she asked finally, gesturing with her head in the direction the men had driven off to.

“Just that they’re leaving and won’t be back for a few days.”

Lena eyed her skeptically, clearly knowing there was something else, something Kara wasn’t sharing, but she didn’t comment. “Okay. Okay, if it’s safe. We can both use the rest.”

Kara didn’t respond, but her grip on the steering wheel finally eased. She didn’t speak as she inserted the key in the ignition and started the car, pulling slowly out of the gas station and down the road.

And Lena let out a breathy sigh, the only indication of her displeasure at being kept in the dark, though belied by the slight quirk of her lips.

(And as they drove, windows down and hair billowing in the wind, Kara wondered if Lena felt the way she did:

An aching need to stop running, even for just a moment.)

The floorboards of the house creaked under them as they stepped inside, Lena immediately wrinkling her nose at the smell—something harsh, like paint, and underneath it, the sickly sweet smell of rotting flowers.

“No wonder those men were in such a hurry to leave,” Lena muttered, distaste coloring her features as they stepped further in the home. The floor was littered with empty beer cans and filthy clothes, the smell of rotting flowers growing stronger. “This place is disgusting. Who would live here?”

Kara didn’t respond, just kept walking towards one of the rooms in the very back of the house. She wondered, briefly, stupidly, how Lena couldn’t hear what she could: the sound of a little heart, pounding furiously away in an equally small chest, body and bones rattling in fear.

“Where are you going?” Lena asked, still following dutifully. “Kara?”

It was the sound of her name that made her pause, turn around, and smile. “I had to help him,” she explained in a whisper before dropping to her knees and gently pulling a closet door open, revealing the pale, dirty face of a little boy. “Hi,” Kara said softly, heart breaking as he pressed himself against the wall of the closet in an attempt to create distance between them, his legs tangled in rags that made up what must have been his bed. (And in the corner of the closet, flowers, long dead.) “Don’t be scared,” she continued, though she didn’t advance further. She stared at him, listened to the terrified pounding of his little heart, and she came to a decision. Without thinking about it for longer than a second, she reached up and let her hair out of its ponytail, then pulled off her glasses. “Do you recognize me? Do you know who I am?” she asked, ignoring Lena’s warning hand on her shoulder, silently urging her not to do this.

The boy pushed away from the wall, approaching Kara with more than a little hesitancy. But his eyes never left her face. “Supergirl?” he finally whispered in awe, mouth falling open just a little bit. “Are you really her? Are you really here?”

“Yeah,” she answered, holding out a hand. “Yeah, I’m here.”

He paused for a moment more, as if not entirely sure she was telling the truth, but then he rushed forward, allowing Kara to pull him into a hug. “You’re really her. You’re really here.”

She broke Alex’s rules and used her powers to speed through cleaning the home. Lena was in the kitchen with the boy, digging through the cabinets and the fridge to make him something to eat, eventually settling on soup that Kara heated with her laser vision, much to the little boy’s glee.

Much later, when the child was wrapped in blankets and letting out soft snores as he slept in the only bed in the house, Lena handed Kara a mug of tea and motioned for her to follow her outside. They sat on a rickety bench on the porch in silence, sipping their tea and taking in the cool night air, the miles of empty desert around them. And then:

“You didn’t tell me because you knew it was a bad idea. You knew we shouldn’t have come here.”

“I wasn’t going to abandon this kid.”

“You don’t know this kid,” Lena admonished, sounding tired. And in her tone, something else. Guilt, maybe. “I know what you’re thinking, Kara. But we can’t help him. Lex is still after us. Being on the run is no place for a kid.”

“But what we found him in is?” Kara asked, turning to look at Lena. She took their mugs and placed them on the ground at their feet, then grabbed Lena’s hand. “You can’t look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want to help him. I know you, Lena.”

“It would throw everything off. All our plans, the sacrifices we’ve made,” Lena said, pulling her hand out of Kara’s grasp.

Kara felt her back stiffen. “I know you’ve planned for a decade or more, but I can’t, Lena. I can’t live like this. I don’t want to look over my shoulder running from Lex forever. I just. Life has to be more. And this kid needs our help. We can’t use Lex as an excuse forever.”

This was very clearly the wrong thing to say.

“I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you. No one asked you to go on the run with me. It was your choice, if you remember.”

(It was.

But here was the thing, the thing that Kara wasn’t sure how to put into words: she would’ve made the same choice again and again. She would’ve given everything up for Lena a hundred times over.)

“Lena, you know that’s not what I meant,” Kara said softly, reaching for her hand again, grateful when Lena grabbed on tightly.

“We can’t stay here. We’ll have to drive through the day and night for a while,” she said after a long pause. “We’ll need to get him clothes. And you need to explain to him he can’t mention Supergirl ever again,” she added, narrowing her eyes at Kara.

Kara nodded quickly and, absolutely unable to help it, leaned over and pressed a kiss to Lena’s temple.

“Have I ever told you you’re my favorite?” she asked as she pulled away.

Lena just rolled her eyes, picking up their mugs and getting to her feet.. “After Alex, maybe,” she said with a grin, holding out a hand for Kara to help her up.

“That’s different. Alex is my sister. You’re…” Kara trailed off, not noticing the tremble in Lena’s hand, “you’re you.”

“Very eloquent, love,” Lena laughed, the endearment making Kara’s heart skip a beat. “To think you’re a journalist.”

They laughed as they put away the mugs and settled for a sleepless night on the lumpy couch in the living room, Lena’s head resting on Kara’s shoulder as she slowly dozed off.

And Kara sat there, breathing in the smell of Lena’s shampoo, half of her focus on the little boy’s gentle breathing in the next room, the other half of her focus on Alex’s heartbeat thousands of miles away, her thoughts on what it meant to be a family.

It was after several days of driving that they found a place Lena determined to be safe enough to rest.

The boy, who had yet to tell either Kara or Lena his name, ran ahead of them, heading straight for the small garden littered with colorful flowers.

“We shouldn’t stay here long,” Lena said as she grabbed one of their bags from the car, struggling a bit with its weight. “Have you been listening for him?”

Kara didn’t ask who him was. Either it was Lex or it was the boy’s unfit father, and regardless of who Lena was referring to, the answer was yes. Of course she’d been listening for him. “No news,” she confirmed, taking the bag from Lena, swinging it easily over her shoulder. “I have heard some odd frequencies lately though. Not sure what to make of it.”

Lena, who was smiling gratefully at Kara’s help, suddenly stopped, fear taking over her features. She pulled Kara to a halt by the wrist, eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t think—”

“—no,” Kara assured her, shifting the bag so that she could pull Lena into a loose, one-armed hug. “It’s similar to the frequency on Alex’s watch. I thought it was her way of signalling it’s safe but—”

“—but it seems more like a warning?”

Kara nodded, watching as the boy raced back towards them, a handful of flowers he’d pulled from the garden clutched in his fist. “A day or two,” Kara said in an undertone. “Just to rest. Then we’ll move on to the next place.”

Lena didn’t respond, but her hands twisted into the fabric of Kara’s shirt, and she pressed her face against Kara’s shoulder, and Kara figured that was answer enough.

Their routine changed.

It was as if, in their determination to give the child everything they possibly could for as long as they could, the fear and dreariness of being on the run was replaced by laughter and joy.

Lena took them all on a shopping trip, letting the boy pick out bright colored clothes, even rolling her eyes and conceding when Kara got them all baseball caps.

Rather than stay at sketchy motels, Kara would constantly be on the listen for people going on vacation or on weekend getaways, feeling better about ‘borrowing’ the home by making sure the home was immaculate when they left, Lena purposely leaving behind a small stack of bills.

They ate whatever the boy wanted, from sugary snacks to cheesy burgers. There was always music, usually a bubbly pop song Kara liked and they found that the boy preferred, leading to impromptu dances in the kitchen—with one memorable time, which Kara rather thought was seared into the back of her eyelids, Lena making the boy laugh as she grabbed his hands, swinging his arms to and fro, shaking her hips in time with the music.

(And in the dark, long after the child was asleep, Kara and Lena would lay together, heads close, trying to calculate what resources they had left, how much more they could stretch it out, how much longer they could continue this way.

And every night, long after Lena had finally drifted off, her head nestled on Kara’s shoulder, Kara would close her eyes and listen to the ever-closer frequency she didn’t recognize, increasingly worried about what it could mean.)

Then Lena changed their routine again.

Every morning, as Kara would make them coffee, Lena would press a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth. She had them play the games she’d invent on the spot, winking at Kara when the boy would win every single one. And at night, every night, rather than just fit her head in the juncture between Kara’s head and shoulder, she would tangle their legs, hold Kara’s hand, pressed so tightly against Kara that she could feel Lena’s heartbeat against her skin.

(And Rao, did Kara want to take one of those moments, freeze it in time, commit it to memory, wanting it etched into her heart, where she could carry it forever.

But mostly, mostly, all Kara wanted was to close those few inches between their lips and finally, finally, kiss her.)

One night, weeks after finding the boy, after he’d already been tucked in and reminded that the next morning they would have to move on to the next place, the next town, Lena played with Kara’s fingers as they lay in the dark, the little breathy sighs she let out every few moments warning enough that she had something serious on her mind.

So Kara shifted a little, pulling away so that they were facing each other, hands still intertwined. And she made it a little easier for Lena. “I can practically feel the gears turning in your head. Just tell me what you’re thinking.”

Lena didn’t respond right away. Instead, her eyes were fixed on Kara’s, and after a moment, she used her free hand to smooth over the scar above Kara’s eyebrow. “How do you do it?” she finally questioned, voice so soft that Kara wasn’t sure she’d even be audible without superhearing. “How are you so effortlessly good all the time?”

It wasn’t really what Kara was expecting (and if she was honest with herself, it wasn’t what she was hoping Lena was thinking about either). “What do you mean?”

“You came with me without a second thought. Then, with the boy, you didn’t even pause to help him. You knew he was in trouble, and that was all it took.” She closed her eyes, her brows furrowing, almost as if she was in pain. “But my first thought was how it would make things harder for us.”

“That’s not true,” Kara said easily, and without really thinking about it, she pulled Lena closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You know it isn’t.”

“Do I?” Lena snarked back, but her heart wasn’t in it. She allowed Kara’s closeness, even going as far as burying her head under Kara’s chin.

With her hand that wasn’t still tightly in Lena’s grasp, Kara began to rub comforting circles on Lena’s back. “Your first thought was the danger he’d be in just because of us,” Kara reminded her gently, still rubbing her back. “Besides, I don’t know if you know, but you’re incredible.”

“Kara, be serious.”

“I am,” Kara laughed. “Being good...it’s easy. It’s the default setting. But you, you’re extraordinary. You were told your entire life that the opposite was true. That the only thing you could do was evil. And yet look at you. You did good anyway.” She paused, wanting Lena to soak in her words. “Do you see how amazing that is? Every single time you make a choice, you have to go through years of noise, years of interference, years of lies, and every time, you find your way through all that,” she tugged their joined hands up, pressing it against Lena’s chest, right over her heart, “to this. A good, kind heart.”

Lena pulled away suddenly, leaving Kara wondering if she’d said the wrong thing, but then she noticed the expression on Lena’s face, the blazing look in her eyes. “Do you really believe that?” she asked, voice barely a whisper.

“I mean, yeah, I wouldn’t have said it otherwise, gosh Lena, I—”

But Lena didn’t let her finish. Instead, she swung one leg over Kara, straddling her, and after waiting for Kara’s eager nod, finally, finally, kissed her.

(It was okay, Kara thought as Lena’s hands pinned hers to the bed, that Lena didn’t let her finish her sentence.

There was all the time in the world to tell Lena how much she loved her. For now, showing her would have to be enough.)

The frequency only Kara could hear, the one that worried her so, got closer every day, and so they stopped staying anywhere for more than a few hours.

It was hardest on the boy. He and Lena had especially grown close, falling asleep in the back of the car as Kara drove, chancing a look at them in the rearview mirror every now and then, feeling her heart swell with fondness. But Lena’s whispered concerns, about how he was faring, how he was feeling, felt more and more serious as the days dragged on.

Being on the run was no place for a kid.

“We could fight,” Kara suggested one night as they drove through the darkness, the child asleep in the back, clutching a toy Lena had bought him weeks ago. “Just wait for Lex to find us and fight.”

Lena tugged on Kara’s right hand, pulling it out of its vice-like grip on the steering wheel, then brought it to her lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “We went on the run because we couldn’t fight. Nothing’s changed.”

“Everything’s changed,” Kara said, turning to look at Lena. “What do you want to do?”

“We have a two day head start on Lex, right?” Lena confirmed. At Kara’s nod, she pressed another kiss to the back of Kara’s hands before releasing it. “We’ll find a place, spend one more night with him.” She motioned towards the child. “Then we’ll take him to the police station. CPS, I don’t know. Once he’s safe, we can wait for Lex.”

“No,” came a small voice from the back of the car. Kara watched the boy slowly sit up, toy clutched to his chest, meeting her gaze through the rearview mirror. “I’m staying with you. I want to be with you and Lena.”

(They tried to argue with him, tried to make him see reason, but Kara knew it was a lost cause. There was no convincing a boy who felt he’d found his family that he’d be better off or safer anywhere else.

Kara would know: she’d felt that way after landing on Earth, after Clark sent her away.)

So they made their last stand.

With Lena’s help, Kara found a fairly sturdy home, one that seemed to have been empty for some time, and they began to prepare.

Kara put her suit on for the first time in almost a year. Lena pulled out what she’d called her ‘emergency technology’ and the boy was secured in the house, letting Lena hug him to her as Kara sat nearby, her focus on everything beyond the walls of the house.

The frequency drew closer, the sound almost maddening in Kara’s ear. But there wasn’t much of Lex’s fanfare. No explosions, no gunfire. No whirring of new Lexosuits. There was nothing except for that sound in Kara’s ear and cars approaching.

“Kara?” Lena questioned, taking her hand and breaking her focus.

“He’s here.”

(She could hear it, cars and trucks coming to a halt, heavy footed people beginning to surround the house, the sound of their weapons in their hands loud in Kara’s ears.

And also, something else, something Kara hadn’t heard from this close in a long time.)

“Kara, I’m scared,” the boy said, looking to her, still gripping tightly to Lena.

“That’s okay,” Kara told him, brushing his hair back and then getting to her feet. “But you’ve got nothing to be scared about.”

“Kara—”

But she waved Lena’s concern off. “Trust me. We’re safe.”

One of the people surrounding the house broke down the door, making the boy hide his face in Lena’s stomach. Footsteps approached. A gun was raised. And then:

“Alex. You found us.”

The DEO was loud. Or maybe it was that the city was loud. After being in the middle of nowhere for so long, the sudden influx of noise was a little a little different.

Different, but nice.

“So, you broke all my rules, right?” Alex said as she followed Kara out on the balcony, standing next to her and leaning against the balustrade. “I said to keep a low profile, you kidnapped a kid. I said no powers, I find you in your suit.”

“I didn’t sing,” Kara said with a grin. Lena was still with the boy, holding his hand as he was checked over by doctors, happily sucking on a lollipop that Alex had offered him. “Your watch is broken, the frequency it lets off is wrong, I thought you were Lex for weeks.”

“I had a run in with an Aellon. I knew the watch was acting fritzy afterwards, but Brainy said any changes in the frequency would be ‘nearly imperceiptible.’” She grinned a little, bumping her shoulder against Kara’s. “So, while I was busy working with Brainy, Nia, J’onn, and Kelly to bring Lex down...you and Lena started dating and adopted a kid?”

Kara snorted, turning her head, watching as Lena and the boy (who were clearly done with all the tests) walked over to where she was standing with her sister.

“Pretty much,” she told Alex, marveling at finally having her entire family together again.

#I watched the video once #sooo I'm sorry in advance #supercorp #fanfic

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