#maybe she’ll come back and still be weird and distant

[ghostaddicked]

no one else like you｜college au

Pairing: Yamada Akito x Female Reader (Rosemary)

Word count: 2.5k+

Synopsis: Heading off to CalArts college in Santa Clarita, CA. You’re majoring as a game designer. While trying your best to fit in and find a sense of normal, you make an academic rival; Yamada, a programmer/developer major. While you two get under one another's skin, Yamada thinks you could be much more useful to him as a fake girlfriend.

Other: Yamada aged up to 19―a college freshmen, fake dating, forced proximity, academic rivals, enemies to lovers. possible NSFW in future, not anytime soon!

It's late March, the month you were supposed to be hearing back from the handful of art schools you applied to. It’s nerve wracking, waiting for the letters to come one at a time, your hands shaking as you ripped open the mail, scanning your eyes over the words, trying to find the words “Congratulations” or “We apologize, but”. But what was worse than waiting? Getting accepted into the CalArts. 

Growing up, you always fantasized about getting into such an elite school and when you had gotten the acceptance letter in the mail, you were more than ecstatic. When you told your best friend, Catrina, about the news, hoping the two of you would attend the same college and maybe even live together, soon both of your dreams were crushed when she showed you her mail, “you didn't get in?” The sadness in your voice was apparent, you knew she was disappointed, hell, you were too.

“I’m not going without you,” you handed her back her mail, somewhat crumpled from your anger. Catrina shakes her head and places the mail on her table, folding her arms as she looks you dead in the eye, “Don’t be stupid, Rose. This is once in a lifetime kind of opportunity, and you got a full ride scholarship!”

“I don’t care” You kind of did care, school for free? Who would be stupid enough to give that up?

“Girl, stop lying.” She moved to sit down at the dining table chair, resting one arm on the table and the other resting on her thigh. You walk closer to her, and she starts to speaks“I got accepted into other schools too, so you don’t have to worry!” She gives you a pleading look, trying to convince you to go to CalArts, but you already made up your mind.

“Fine..” You say, as if she was the one to convince you and not the scholarship money, “I’ll go.” Her face lit up, thinking she was the one who convinced you to go, “Great!”

A few months had passed by then, it was late September, the leaves were only just starting to change colors, from a vibrant green, to a faded brown mixed with a tinge of yellow and copper. Although you told Cat you’d attend CalArt, and although you registered, scheduled a move in date and even had a roommate chosen for you, you couldn’t help but still wonder if you made the right decision. How would you survive without your friends? You didn’t know a single soul that would be attending the same college as you, and the thought of making a new friend? Terrifying to say the least. You thought that since you now have a roommate and exchanged numbers you’d become quick friends, or at least had someone to talk to, but they seemed cold, distant and unwelcoming to say the least. She introduced herself as Yukari and informed you that she’ll be moving in the day after you did, and although you were grateful to be left alone the day of your move, knowing you’d be living with a stranger was.. weird.

The day to leave your hometown finally came. It was early in the morning, cold and somewhat foggy from the raining night before. There was a mixture of excitement and fear, assuring that you couldn’t get a wink of sleep, and as soon as your alarm went off, you knew that you couldn’t back out of this life altering experience. You groggily sat up, wiping the crust from your eyes. Once you stood up, you moved across the room to put on some jeans, a white top anda. grey hoodie over it, alongside some comfortable sneakers knowing you'll be on your feet all day. Once finished, you head to the bathroom, standing there across the mirror, staring at your figure, the dark eyebags occupying your face. You yawned as you reached for you toothbrush, lazily brushing your teeth and once finished, you moved towards the kitchen, to see your mother already up making a quick breakfast before you and your parents hop in the car and head down to your soon-to-be-home.

You took a seat and your dinner table, bouncing one leg up and down as you scrolled through your phone, trying to think of anything else but the pit of nervousness boiling in your stomach. As soon as you and your family finished your breakfast, which you hardly ate, you gathered your bags, luggages and any other small necessities and shoved them inside your family's car. You sat behind the passenger's seat your mother occupied, while your father drove. The drive was a little over 4 hours long, you feared your phone would die from being on it, but luckily you took advantage of the silent drive and took a nap. 

You remember dreaming.. About someone? Something, maybe? You don’t remember much, it was a short dream that you seemed to immediately forget as you woke up to your shoulder shaking you, “Rosie,” your mother shakes you, trying to get your attention. You straighten your back, stretching your arms in your cramped space full of your belongings. “Hm?” you hummed out, scanning your surroundings, “oh” you look out the window to see hundreds of students walking around, carrying tubs of their belongings, even some staff helping them, talking to their parents. You see booths set up, cars backing out and parking inside whatever open spaces are available in the parking lot.

As you take in this chaotic site, you remember the words your best friend, Catrina, told you as she gave you one last big hug before saying goodbye to one another, “You’re meant to be there, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” You took a deep breath, trying to calm the anxiety already stirring up inside of you as you open the car door. Your father was already talking to one of the staff members, asking what time is your move-in appointment was and as you begin to inform the two, from the corner of your eye you see someone, a quick flash of your dream takes over your vision. You blink rapidly, trying to clear your vision as you look back to your father and the staff member staring at you blankly, waiting as patiently as they can for an answer. “For.. two pm” you inform them, rubbing your eyes.

What was that? You think to yourself, Maybe it was the lack of sleep.. anxiety, maybe?

As the staff helps you and your parents take your massive amount of belongings up into your empty door, you take in the surroundings. You had the first pick of which bed and which side of the room would be yours, perfect. 

The doorways were aligned perfectly in the middle of the room, giving the left and right side an equal amount of space. Across the room from the door was a large rectangular window with no curtains, only those flimsy window blinds that weren’t bright white anymore. It didn’t take you long to decide, you chose to go to the right side of the dorm. Your bed was lifted up a few inches off the ground, the headboard against the window wall and on the foot side of your bed was your desk, allowing a small gap of space between your chair and your wardrobe against the bedroom door wall. Unfortunately, your dorm does not come attached with a bathroom and shower, which sucked but it could have be worse. It could be in a completely different building, but it wasn’t.

As you get settled, your parents helping you unpack and organize your belongings, it slowly starts to feel like home. The sun was close to setting, that was now around 6 o’clock by time you finished setting up your side of the shared dorm. You stood proud, hands resting on your hips as you faced your already made bed. Your parents seemed proud too, they were finally free of you and no longer had to clean up/take care of you anymore.

After a bit of silence, the reality of the situation sets in, you turn to see your parents gathering up their items, ready to leave. They stood by the door, feeling your eyes on them, you spoke, “Are you leaving already?” You ask, trying not to sound too sad about it. You didn’t like crying in front of anyone, but it was a bit hard now. They nod and walk over to you, each giving a separate hug, your father telling you how proud of you he was as your mother took a step back, giving a nod in agreement. He gave you a quick squeeze before letting go, stepping back a bit, “Vas a hacer grandes cosas, Rosie” Your parents both gave you a small smile, your mother wiping the corner of her eyes as you gave a reassuring smiled back to each of them. They headed outside your door, giving you one last look and a thumbs up before they quietly shut the door behind them, leaving you alone in your dorm room.

It was oddly quiet, comforting almost as you sat down on your computer chair, turning to face your desk, your hands gliding over the smooth light oak wood desk. You weren't sure of what to do now, but your eyes started getting heavier again. The painstaking long day of packing, organizing, unpacking and organizing again without much sleep was taking a toll on you. You yawned and lifted yourself off your chair, grabbing a towel, pajama clothes and items needed to shower. As you grabbed all your belongings and headed outside to the hallway you quickly thought to yourself,

Where the hell is the bathroom?

As you stood out in the hallways with your belongings, you tried to scan all the nearby doors to see if any had a bathroom sign. You began walking down the hallway, barely turning your head left and right to avoid looking lost. It was so late in the day already that most students either left home or locked themselves in their dorms already. You reached the end of the corridor only seeing the exit door and other light oak doors that had whiteboards glued to them with other students named. You closed your eyes and sighed in frustration and turned around to walk down the same hallway once again, maybe you had missed it?

"Hey," A hushed voice called out from behind you, "excuse me!" They spoke a bit louder. You turn around to see a blonde woman standing in front of the exit door. "Hello?" You didn't mean for it to come out as a question, but maybe she thought you were someone else.

"Are you looking for the bathroom?" She asked, giving you a polite smile as she held her hands in front of her lap, head slightly tilted to the side as she looked at your and the belongings in your hand.

"oh, um,, yes I am, why?" You asked her, looking down at your things, seemingly obvious you were trying to shower. She smiled and walked a bit closer to you, but still maintaining a comfortable distance.

"It's on the other end of the hallway," she pointed over your shoulder, following her point, you look over your shoulder realizing the bathroom was next to your dorm the whole time. You sighed deeply, dropping your shoulders in disappointment.

You laugh at yourself and turn back to her, "Thank you.." you tried searching you collared shirt for a name tag.

"Akane, I'm the Resident Advisor, or RA for short!" She smiled brightly at you, her aura bubbly and friendly. You gave her a shy smile in return, "I'm Rosemary.. and thank you, long day" You shrug your shoulders. She nodded, understanding how tired you must be.

"If you have any other questions, let me know! My office is just one floor below, room 300." She gave her another smile before waving goodbye, leaving you alone in the silent, brightly lit hallway.

You walked to the bathroom, setting down your belongings on the counter, first brushing your teeth, staring into the mirror once again. You raised your eyebrows in astonishment, for some reason your eye bags had gotten darker. You felt a bit embarrassed knowing the RA saw you like this. Once done, you hopped in the shower, letting the hot, refreshing water wash away all the sweat and dirt you collected from your hard work today. As you get lost in thought thinking about your classes, roommate and how you'll make friends, you hear two voices enter the bathroom.

"He really was!" A voice exclaimed, the other hushing them. Footsteps followed, echoing in the somewhat empty bathroom.

"Quiet, you're so loud.." Clinking sounds were heard, they must have been placing their belongings on the counter.

"Sorry! But listen, he was so attractive! He had dark long hair, but not too long, ya know? Like.. a medium length I guess, and his eyes were such a pretty blue?!" She shrieked, hands palming the sink.

"Hey! Get off me, you're heavy" Her voice struggled, sounds of grunting as if shoving the entire body weight of their friend off her body. "I can't help it!" the other girl exclaimed, "I'm falling in love!" she giggled and the grunting stop, she stood up straight.

Blue eyes? Dark medium length hair? Although you can't picture the mysterious mans face, the very generic description felt familiar. You thought maybe you saw him as you came inside the building, or maybe the parking lot, but your memory was poor, you don't remember much, let alone faces. Once you decided you were finished with your shower, you turned the knob on the wall stopping the water head from warming you up and reached out to grab your towel hanging outside of the shower.

You stepped out, the two girls eyes you in the mirroring as you stepped towards the counter, trying to avoid their gazes. You had planned on changing in the bathroom, but they didn't seem to want you there, let alone change as they laid their eyes on you. You just quickly gathered your things and speed-walked back to your dorm. Thank goodness you lived here alone.. at least for now. You quickly got dress and dried your hair with your towel. You threw the towel and your dirty clothes into a corner on your side of the dorm, you have yet to acquire a laundry basket, plus you were so drained.

You threw yourself up on your bed, tucking yourself underneath your blankets, you tried taking deep breaths, calming yourself, preparing for your day tomorrow. Instead your mind goes back to the girls in the bathroom. They were rude, you think, why were they just.. staring? It was a bathroom, acting like I wasn't supposed to use that shower or something. You tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, your mind drifting to the mysterious man the girl proclaimed to be in love with,

blue eyes..

dark medium length hair..

blue eye.

dark hair.

You were fast asleep.

#rosemary #akito yamada #yamada #enemies to lovers #fanfiction #fanfic #romance #forced proximity #college au #possiblensfw

[adriennebarnes]

Xavier’s Revenge

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: After Y/N pulled two pranks on Xavier, he decided to get her back. Since Xavier’s love language is physical touch, what will happen if he limited his affection?

Warning: Boyfriend!Xavier, Sad!Reader, angst?, maybe spelling mistakes

A/N: If i made the reader too sensitive or Xavier too distant, I’m sorry.

Xavier was in his room thinking about Y/N. She already pulled two “pranks” on him, two! Both pranks kinda played with his emotions. He was looking back at his interactions with Y/N before. Even when she called him by “Xavier” and when she didn’t say “I love you”, she still kissed him and hugged him, and was close to him. He thought back to that TikTok Ajax showed him of guy wiping off the kisses his girlfriend gave him.

That’s what Xavier got the idea; for a whole day, which is a bit ambitious in his mind and will probably break sooner, he is going to limit his affection. There will be no more kisses anywhere, no hugs, no physical or emotional intimacy whatsoever.

This was going to be hard on Xavier too because that’s how he shows his love, by physical touch, but it has to be done. It was late so he texted Y/N goodnight. Xavier had things to “plan”.

The next morning, it was Friday. Usually Xavier would knock on Y/N’s dorm, Yoko would let him in, and Xavier would wake her so they could walk together for breakfast on mornings he didn’t go to art shed. But this time he decided not to go to Y/N’s dorm and went to breakfast by himself.

Meanwhile Yoko was getting ready, she looked at the time and realized it was getting close to breakfast and Xavier hasn’t knocked on the door yet. She waited two more minutes before deciding to wake Y/N up herself.

“Y/N, girly, it’s time to wake up.” Yoko said, shaking Y/N. She stirred in her sleep, “In a minute Yoko, I’m waiting for Xavi.” Y/N said softly. “Yeah well Xavier didn’t come so I’m guessing he’s already at breakfast, now get dressed.” Yoko said. Y/N got up quickly, thinking to herself that maybe Xavier just forgot their little “tradition”. Maybe he’s not feeling well, Y/N made picarones last night with Eugene’s honey, maybe she’ll bring some for Xavier.

Y/N got dressed as quickly as she could, put on her earrings (because as a Hispanic, you get your ears pierced very young, for me it was when I was baby) and grabbed her container of picarones, took off the lid, said the incantation, and put the lid back on. She looked at her phone and realized she was 10 minutes late for breakfast. She walked out onto the quad really fast and found Xavier sitting with Ajax and the rest talking about who knows what.

“Good morning everyone, I’m Xavi, you didn’t come get me, are you feeling alright?” Y/N said, she tried to feel his forehead but Xavier lowered her hand before she got too close. “I’m fine, babe, promises. Sit down and have some breakfast, yeah.” Xavier said. Y/N noticed a weird shift in his behavior. She ignored it. “Um, I made those doughnuts I talked about the other day if you guys want some.” Y/N said. She opened the container and put it in the middle so everyone can grab one. Y/N grabbed one too, eating silently.

Enid noticed Y/N’s weird behavior but decided to not say anything until she got her alone. Breakfast continued until the bell rang. “I’ll see you in class, babe.” Xavier said. Y/N was gonna scoot over so she could kiss him but Xavier left the table before she could. Y/N frowned as she saw Xavier walk away. Enid waited for Y/N. “Hey, Y/N, are you okay?” Enid asked. “Um yeah, I’m fine, let’s just go to class.” Y/N said.

Enid and Y/N walked to class and when they made it, Wednesday was sitting next to Xavier. He would always save her a seat if she was running late, maybe the teacher said he could do that this time. Y/N went to the empty seat next to Ajax, maybe she can figure out what’s going on with Xavier.

“Ajax, do you know what happened with Xavier?” Y/N asked softly so the teacher couldn’t hear them. “I have no idea what you mean, he was normal yesterday.” Ajax replied. “Did his father say something or do you know if..” Ajax interrupted her. “Y/N, i can’t really talk about this right now, we can talk after class okay.” Ajax said, Y/N nodded silently. Y/N was having a hard time concentrating in class.

Coming from a Hispanic family, Y/N’s family was very loving and affectionate. The fact that she hasn’t received the kind of affection she was used to from Xavier made her feel sad. After class, Xavier went to the next one before Y/N was able to talk to him. The same thing continued for the next few classes until lunchtime. At lunch, Y/N got food and saw that Xavier was sitting between Ajax and Wednesday.

“Don’t you think you’re getting carried away?” Ajax asked Xavier, looking at Y/N’s face, which wasn’t her usual happy face. “I’m sure she’s fine, besides, she pulled two pranks on me, so I’m doing one back.” Xavier said. Then Ajax looked at him. “From what I remember, those pranks literally lasted, at most, 15 minutes. Each one was about 15 minutes, what you’re doing started this morning, just remember that.” Ajax said. Y/N walked to the table and sat next to Enid.

“So flaquito, i was thinking we can go into town later today.” Y/N said. “Yeah sure, we can go.” Xavier said. Xavier saw the way Y/N looked down at her food tray, playing with her food, struggling to finish. Y/N tried to finish it though. Xavier felt very guilty for what he has decided to do but he had to stay strong. The whole table felt very uncomfortable, Y/N being quiet wasn’t very common. Lunch was awkward until the bell rang and everyone went to either fencing or combat. Y/N said goodbye to those who had fencing, was going to kiss Xavier on the cheek goodbye but decided against it. Enid walked with Y/N to combat.

“Y/N, I don’t like seeing you this way, just talk to Xavier and see what’s going on.” Enid suggested. “I can’t talk to him, when I tried talking to him earlier, he completely left without me. I don’t know what’s happening.” Y/N said, when they made it to combat, Y/N had to spar with someone else to “challenge yourself” and she was paired with a gorgon, they were sparring but because Y/N’s mind was somewhere else, she twisted her ankle and fell on the mat.

“Y/N, are you okay?” The coach asked. “Yeah I’m fine, just give me second.” Y/N said and said the incantation to heal her ankle. She moved it around and it felt a lot better. She was going to get off the mat but the coach told her to sit out. “Your mind is somewhere else, can’t let you get hurt, even if you can heal yourself, sit out and watch what they do.” Y/N did as she was told, class was finished, she went to her next one until her school day was over. She left her bag on her bed in the dorm and walked to Xavier’s.

Xavier was laying down in bed when there was a knock on the door. “Corazón, It’s me, we need to talk.” He heard Y/N’s tired voice. He got up and opened the door. “Come on.” Xavier said and Y/N walked in. “What’s wrong?” Y/N said, trying to cup his face but Xavier moved back and that’s what broke Y/N, she nodded, she felt tears in her eyes but won’t let them fall. “You Don’t get to do that.” Y/N said.

“What am i doing?” Xavier asked. “You know what you’re doing! You’re trying to push me away, assuming that I would get so fed up with your attitude that I break up with you because apparently you aren’t mature enough to break up with me yourself. Look me in my eyes and tell me you’re breaking up with me because honestly, Xavi, you being distant hurts much worse than getting broken up with.” Y/N said looking up at Xavier, tears falling down. Xavier wiped Y/N’s tears with his sleeves and Y/N looked down. Xavier places his finger under her chin to make her look at him again.

“I’m not breaking up with you, I love you too much.” Xavier said. “That’s the first time you said it all day.” Y/N said. “I know, I’m sorry, Ajax showed me a TikTok of a guy wiping off his girlfriend’s kisses so I kicked that prank up a few notches.” Xavier said scratching the back of his neck. “I never meant to make you cry though, honestly. I am so sorry for making you think the worse.” Xavier said as he hugged her tightly so she will know that she’s still loved.

“What i did to you wasn’t this bad, was it?” Y/N asked curiously. She felt awful the entire day and wanted to know if she made Xavier felt that way. “No, of course not, angel, I swear you didn’t, what you did only lasted a few minutes. I’m pretty sure what I did affected you the whole day. Enid said you twisted your ankle.” Xavier said. “But i healed myself.” Y/N said. “Still, I’m sorry it went on too long, I really am. How about we go to the Weathervane. With Tyler gone, I’m sure the place will be so much better.” Xavier suggested.

“Sure, I can use some dessert. Let me go change and we can go, okay?” Y/N said. “Of course, darling, I’ll go by your dorm.” Xavier said, kissing Y/N before she left. Both Xavier and Y/N felt a lot better because Y/N thrives off affection and Xavier’s love language is physical touch so they’re both glad everything is back to normal.

Should I continue with the TikTok/Prank collection and write a couples video next time?

@pauphs

#xavier thrope imagine #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #percy hynes white #wednesday #hispanic #hispanic reader #romance #latina #latinx

[iamfabiloz]

hi hello I’ve finished my blossomdove fic wooo!! It’s pretty long and I put lots of love (hehe) into it and I hope u enjoy it :)!! If you do read it please leave a comment or rb and tell me wat u think! :} specific comments rlly help my motivation and make me happy bc im like omg u read my thing!!

This story takes place after bramblestars storm, in the inbetween time before the apprentices quest. There might be inconsistencies but I do hope u like it anyways lol! Also in this thing, bumblestripe and Dovewing never courted or anything I threw that out the window lmao

Also I did make all the thoughts italic when I was writing this in the notes app but sadly it did not stay italic when i copy pasted that here so just be aware KWKW non quotation mark stuff blossomfall says is her thoughts oki got that, good!

Without further ado, I hope u enjoy!

Blossomfall felt the warm glow of greenleaf sunlight on her pelt as it filtered through the den entrance. Is it morning already? It must be if it’s reaching me all the way over here. She turned over in her nest with a grunt. Her whole body ached but she blinked rapidly anyways.

Might as well be up when Squirrelflight assigns patrols for the day.

Hmmph, I hope I don’t get sent out on a border patrol. I don’t really feel like seeing those WindClan furballs. I’d rather catch a squirrel.

Making a mental checklist in her head, Blossomfall reviewed what she had to do today.

Briarlight said she wanted to try a robin, I’ll have to go hunting today to get one for her. Bramblestar said Molewhisker and Cherryfall scented a fox near ShadowClan, so no way I’m going near there. Bumblestripe said he wanted to catch a rabbit. I’ll have to be there to drag him away, before the stupid mouse-brain starts a war with WindClan. Rosepetal asked me if I wanted to go check out an abandoned badger den, the scatter-brained idiot. She says she wants to be deputy but then pulls kit stuff like that! If I have to cover her tail one more time…

I wonder if she’ll settle for a normal hunting session. Oh and I have to collect moss for Briar and Bumble’s nests and check it over for thorns.

Feeling satisfied with today’s activities, Blossomfall was about to get up to stretch when she felt a furry bundle brush her side. Confused, she turned to looked at what or who was next to her.

Oh.

Blossomfall’s denmate, Dovewing was curled up next to Blossomfall, her pelt brushing the tortoiseshell’s frame. Dovewing’s paws were twitching slightly and her fluffy tail was bristling. Her brow was furrowed, as if upset. She looks kind of cute, Blossomfall thought but than immediately took it back. Shut up, she growled in her mind. Don’t be weird. She’s just laying there.

The gray she-cat lay on the ground, no nest beneath her. Did she just pick herself up in the middle of the night and settle here? Blossomfall queried. She had never really known what to label Dovewing as. Friend? Sister of a friend? Cr-Clanmate? She always seemed kind of distant in a way, like she wasn’t fully there. She was a brilliant warrior though. One of the best hunters Blossomfall knew. Her sharp ears and nose could pick out a mouse in a blizzard. Blossomfall admired that greatly. Yet something about the she-cat was off. Is it me? Dovewing was a perfectly good cat, with her soft gray fur and pretty green eyes and her amazing hunting skills. She and Blossomfall had always gotten along, at least Blossomfall thought so. It was a clan-matey sort of relationship but Blossomfall felt like … something else. Maybe Blossomfall was feeling at her wrong. Some unknown emotion tossed about in her belly, light-hearted and strange. I want to get to know her better, she finally decided.

Feeling awkward, Blossomfall sat deathly still, afraid to move and wake up her sleeping denmate. Come on, stop being a kit about this, you bug-brain.

Feeling too warm beneath her pelt, Blossomfall tried to shift away but Dovewing let out a tiny hiss. Blossomfall blinked in surprise. Was that directed at me? Have I woken her up? Blossomfall wondered. But as she looked closer, Dovewing’s eyes were still closed, but her claws were out. She’s having a bad dream, Blossomfall realized.

Gently, Blossomfall laid her tail on Dovewing’s spine. She stroked it softly, trying to murmur something comforting like Millie would do when she was a kit.

“It’s alright. It’s only a dream.” Blossomfall mumbled, quite unconvincingly.

Blossomfall felt Dovewing relax under her touch. Dovewing’s claws sheathed and her face softened. A tiny spark of emotion clawed at the former Dark Forest trainee’s belly. Blossomfall wanted to get up and shove her way out of the den but she didn’t for some reason. Instead, to the dismay of her screeching mind, Blossomfall stayed. Blossomfall felt her paws go numb after several minutes, but she didn’t care.

Why do I want this?

Blossomfall stayed like that for what seemed like at least an hour. Dovewing’s warm pelt pressed against hers, and her frame twitched from time to time. Blossomfall felt trapped, yet she didn’t want to leave. Not yet, her terrified mind hissed. This is nice.

No it’s not! Blossomfall tried to protest, but

she also didn’t budge and didn’t make any attempt to leave.

Blossomfall twitched her burning ears. She could hear the sound of paw steps getting closer and closer. Feeling very glad she was at the back of the den, Blossomfall hovered her tail protectively over Dovewing’s back.

Squirrelflight’s ginger head popped into the den. Blossomfall felt her tail bush and curl over Dovewing’s side. Frozen, Blossomfall stared with wide eyes and wondered if she wished hard enough, she could melt into the floor and disappear forever. What is wrong with me?

Squirrelflight looked around at the snoozing cats in the den and let out a small purr.

“Sleepyheads.” She murmured and left. Blossomfall felt a tiny stab of indignation but didn’t move. She didn’t see us- me. Dovewing turned over, and Blossomfall inched over a smidge so that they were comfortably resting against each other again. Dovewing’s eyes were still shut, and her flank rose up and down as she slept.

Blossomfall slowly sank her head down onto her paws, trying not to tremble. My brain has turned to thistlefluff! I’m sappier than a maple tree. I should be up and tending to my duties. But her head began to feel heavy again and her eyelids drooped. I woke up too early.

Blossomfall’s checklist forgotten, she tucked her paws in and let herself drift off to sleep. A couple more minutes can’t hurt…

Blossomfall awoke with the feeling of falling but never hitting the ground. She stretched her front paws out, her body adjusting to suddenly being awake. The warm weight of Dovewing was gone from her side, and Blossomfall repressed the stab of sadness she felt afterwards. Shut up, stop it, she told herself angrily. You’re being sad over nothing.

Blinking blearily, her eyes focused at last. Most of the cats around her were gone, probably out patrolling or hunting. Ack, how long was I out? She turned to leave, but then stiffened. Dovewing was sitting only a few pawsteps away. She was bent down, grooming her ruffled flank. She looked up at Blossomfall and smiled. Blossomfall wondered if the other she-cat could hear her heart explode.

“Oh hi Blossomfall!” Dovewing meowed cheerily, waving her tail. “I slept near your nest last night because rain was dripping onto my head in my usual spot. There was a hole in the roof above me. I hope I didn’t bother you. Ivypool says I fidget in my sleep.” Dovewing’s green eyes glowed in the dimly lit den. They’re leaf green, Blossomfall noted, and very sparkly.

Blossomfall almost gagged at herself. What am I, a feather-headed sparrow?

Dovewing shifted her paws.

Oh fox-dung she’s waiting for me to say something! Blossomfall realized in terror, her belly lurching.

“I-uh, your good.” Blossomfall mumbled, feeling her stomach twist into a knot.

“I slept fine, I didn’t even notice.”

Dovewing brightened. “Oh great! Uhm, could I sleep here for a few nights? Brackenfur is busy patching up the elder’s den and he’s probably too busy right now to fix a little thing like this.” Blossomfall flicked her ears foward, feeling her heart lift a little.

“I-yeah sure. That’s fine with me.” Blossomfall dipped her head, clamping her jaws shut before she could say something else mouse-brained.

Dovewing purred and leaned over to touch her muzzle to Blossomfall’s shoulder. Blossomfall’s mind screeched and whirled, but Blossomfall forced her body to stand still.

STOP IT, STOP IT. FOR STARCLAN’S SAKE, ACT LIKE A NORMAL CAT, she yelled at herself in her treacherous head, but her brain continued to spin in circles, trying desperately to process the event. It’s just a clan-mate thing to do that’s all, stop finding meaning in everything.

“Thanks Blossomfall, that means a lot.” Dovewing’s gentle voice broke Blossomfall out of her mind’s internal melt-down.

“Mmhm yeah, no problem,” she managed to choke out, trying desperately to keep her neck fur from trembling.

Dovewing pulled away, and Blossomfall found herself less angry at the flicker of sadness that stabbed her again.

Dovewing stared at her for second, seemingly analyzing something, before she licked her paw and drew it over her ear. She stuck out her tongue slightly, and shook out her thick gray fur. Cute, Blossomfall thought before she could stop herself.

I should get out of here before my brain completely turns to mush, she thought but didn’t turn to leave. Instead, she decided to groom her own pelt. I probably look like I was dragged through thorns backwards!

Blossomfall bent down and smoothed the stuck up fur on her side, seeing Dovewing do the same out of the corner of her eye. Hm, that’s kinda funny.

As she finished licking the front of her pelt, she twisted her head around and saw she still had messy fur on her spine and flank. Hrm, I’m not as flexible as Dovewing is. Usually, Bumblestripe helps smooth down my fur. He says I need it, she recalled, snorting internally. Bumble’s always saying my face is like a Twoleg mood ring and that my fur should reflect that! Cheeky fur for brains! As if his use of Twoleg vocabulary didn’t make him insufferable enough! Poor Stormcloud, he must have been exhausted after all Bumble’s questioning. I don’t see why he didn’t just ask Millie, she used to be a kittypet too. I saw Briar bring Stormcloud a mouse after Bumblestripe left, and Storm looked like HE was the one who got pulled through a thorn barrier. I’m sure Millie would have taken Bumble’s question session better. Though she grumbled internally about her brother, she looked around fondly, searching for any signs of his gray and black pelt. Most of the nests were empty, including Bumblestripe’s.

Off to start fights early, eh? I guess I’ll just be walking around today with the fur on my butt looking like I sat on a bramble. Typical. I really need someone to help me reel in Bumblestripe or he’s going to be the death of me someday.

“Need help?” Dovewing asked, making Blossomfall’s heart jump.

It took Blossomfall a dreadfully slow heartbeat to realize she meant with grooming her fur and not with sticking Bumblestripe into an badger hole.

“Uh sure, thanks.” She responded, nervously padding over to stand close to the gray she-cat. Dovewing mrrowed in amusement.

“Did you sit on thicket or something?” she joked, pressing her nose to Blossomfall’s side.

Blossomfall felt her pelt burn madly and she let out a half-hearted purr.

“My fur seems to have a mind of its own. I can never keep it smoothed down for a whole day. Stupid thing thinks it’s the boss of me!”

Dovewing chortled, bringing her paw to her muzzle as she laughed.

Blossomfall felt like she had caught the biggest squirrel in the forest. Relaxing, she pressed closer to Dovewing, letting herself breathe out softly.

“Bumblestripe usually helps me groom my fur,” she meowed. “But today it looks like he left to get himself put on tick duty for the next six moons.”

Dovewing let out a overdramatic gasp. “What is he doing this time?” She purred.

“The cheeky furball wants to catch a rabbit and he’s probably going to get the whole of WindClan chasing after him by midday.” Blossomfall replied, raising her tail.

Dovewing snorted and smiled. She looked wistful, but then her eyes gleamed mischievously.

“I bet you a mouse he comes home wailing, without so much as a sniff of a rabbit.” she teased, resting her head on Blossomfall’s back. Emotion surged though Blossomfall’s chest, nearly knocking her off her paws. Blossomfall purred, louder than she intended, but she didn’t even mind at this point.

“I bet you a dove he comes home with a rabbit and a patrol from WindClan.” she meowed back, hardly even believing herself as she rested her tail on Dovewing’s side.

“Real original,” Dovewing mewed heartily, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Blossomfall dared to bump Dovewing’s shoulder teasingly with her nose.

“I believe you said you were going to help me with my fur?” Blossomfall meowed, silently hoping she had said it in a joking manner.

“Oh yeah oops! Sorry I got distracted.” Dovewing replied, suddenly looking shy.

Blossomfall simply nodded and stood still, letting Dovewing lick at the fur on her spine. It was kind of … soothing. She stood there, as still as a tree, as Dovewing groomed her dappled tortoiseshell fur. The smoky gray she-cat smoothed down the last of Blossomfall’s tufty fur and nudged her shoulder with her muzzle again to let Blossomfall know she was done.

“Er, thanks Dovewing.” Blossomfall meowed quietly, feeling her pelt heat up again. That seemed to be a common occurrence today.

“Don’t mention it.” Dovewing mewed, brushing her cheek against Blossomfall’s side.

She turned to the den entrance and flicked her tail, beckoning for the other cat to follow. Before Blossomfall could fully process the motion, she felt her paws pad after her. They stepped out of the den, and Blossomfall squinted as the dazzling sunlight hit her face.

“Wanna go talk to Squirrelflight? Might as well get our duties out of the way.” Dovewing asked, tipping her head to one side.

Blossomfall nodded in agreement.

“Good idea. I wanna get some stuff done after patrols.”

Dovewing’s purring made Blossomfall’s chest glow and the tortoiseshell and white she-cat raised her head, feeling pleased.

Maybe I should ask her if she wants to join me on any patrols I get assigned. Blossomfall thought hopefully. Huh, what? She suddenly snapped at herself. Suddenly aware of the haze she was in, a tiny knot of nervousness began to tighten in her belly. Blossomfall’s whole pelt felt off and not hers, and her paws felt strangely light. I feel good-weird, she huffed in her head.

I want to stay like this.

Feeling puzzled at her own thoughts, Blossomfall suddenly realized Dovewing was meowing something in the background.

“Helloo, Earth to Blossomfall?” Dovewing said, her tone teasing but slightly concerned.

“Oh hm? Sorry I was just thinking about something.” Blossomfall said, licking her chest fur in embarrassment.

“It’s alright, I get it.” Dovewing meowed, padding over to rest her tail tip on Blossomfall’s shoulder. It sent Blossomfall’s heart spinning, and she struggled to keep an automatic purr from rising in her throat.

If you keep melting at everything she does to you, she’s going to notice eventually.

Well I don’t care, Blossomfall snapped at herself. Yeesh, what’s gotten into me? Well whatever, I need to pay attention to her now anyways.

“I was asking if you wanted to join me on any patrols Squirrelflight puts me on,” Dovewing was saying, her green eyes gleaming.

“If that’s alright with you of course, if it’s not that’s ok I can go find Ivy-“

“NO!” Blossomfall blurted, cutting off Dovewing, surprising herself and presumably the gray she-cat.

“I-I mean no it’s fine, I’d like to be with -go with you.” Blossomfall replied, stumbling over her words like a newborn kit. Great StarClan what have I done?! Blossomfall bemoaned in her head. Dovewing probably thinks I’m the weirdest thing since Twolegs. And she’s right. She’s totally right. I’m literally fine with everyone else, why am I being a feather-head with her? Though she lamented the reason in her mind, she struggled to say it out loud even in her own thoughts. Shut up, stop getting lost in your head, focus on her, she ordered herself.

Blossomfall hoped Dovewing didn’t see her staring into space every five seconds.

Shaking her head around, she tuned back into Dovewing’s words.

Dovewing was purring again and Blossomfall felt her stupid heart lift once more. Stop doing that, she groaned inwardly, but didn’t mean it, not really.

“Okay great! I’d be happy to hunt with you too!” Dovewing meowed a bit too loudly, her posture straightening considerably.

Realizing her volume, Dovewing shyly scuffled her paws and continued in a smaller voice.

“I-thanks Blossomfall.” she said again, a hint of another purr in her voice. She purrs a lot, that’s cute. SHUSH, AUGH WHAT IS IT WITH ME AND ‘CUTE’ TODAY. I could at least think of a slightly different word or something. How unoriginal of me, me.

“Uhm, yeah no problem!” Blossomfall replied, trying to grin in a friendly way but she probably just ended up looking like she really wanted to get out of the conversation. Which I do, I think? She thought for a second. No, not really, she quietly admitted to herself.

“You’re gonna owe me a dove by the end of the day remember?” Dovewing said, her brow raised teasingly. Blossomfall’s paws felt light all over again and she dared to mrrow in mock offense.

“Excuse you, I have some faith in my brother; which I will show by giving him that mouse YOU will owe me by the end of today!” Blossomfall hissed playfully, tossing her head back dramatically. Oh thistle and weeds, I hope I don’t look weird!

Dovewing laughed, a shrill lovely noise that made Blossomfall instantly forget about her worries.

“Well, we’ll see about that! Come on!”Dovewing turned her head, heading straight for Squirrelflight. Woah, I didn’t even see her over there, Blossomfall thought admiringly, her paws already moving to match Dovewing’s. She’s really observant.

The pair passed by Lionblaze and Cinderheart sharing a mouse, Ivypool chatting with Mousewhisker and Thornclaw, and Briarlight basking in the sun with a snoozing Jayfeather. Blossomfall’s other clan-mates were milling about camp, some leaving for patrols, others basking in the sun like Briar and Jay, and others standing around gossiping.

Dovewing waved her tail at her sister and quickly darted over to say hello, before returning to Blossomfall and continuing their trek.

Blossomfall dipped her head in greeting as she passed her friends and quickly padded over to nudge Briarlight affectionately. Briarlight purred and Jayfeather grumbled something angrily about being awoken. I’m going to get her that robin! Blossomfall licked her littermate’s ear before mouthing, ‘gotta go’ and stepping back. Briar beamed mischievously at her, confusing Blossomfall. What? She turned to look at her friends.

Ivypool was grinning mysteriously and Mousewhisker’s eyes gleamed in a certain way that Blossomfall knew was because he had thought of something he found particularly hilarious. Thornclaw simply mouthed ‘nice’.

What the hell are these idiots doing? Blossomfall wondered in annoyance. She glared at the trio and Mousewhisker doubled over instantly. Blossomfall felt worried for split second before she realized he was trying hard not to laugh. Little hysterical wheezing noises were coming out out of his parted jaws. Hay-brained fool! Blossomfall thought furiously. Ivypool was patting his back with a paw, her face contorted strangely, presumably also trying not to burst into a fit of laughter. Thornclaw eyed the pair with disdain, but he was no better. Blossomfall could see his lips slightly twitching upward and his tail tip flicked back and forth.

What in StarClan’s name was that? Did I miss an inside joke or something? Feeling perturbed, she turned her attention back to Dovewing again. They finally reached the spot where Squirrelflight was hunched over.

The dark ginger deputy was at the fresh-kill pile, her eyes flicking over the prey and making indentations in the dirt. Probably making notes about the number of prey in the group and the patrols she’s sent out, Blossomfall mused approvingly.

Squirrelflight looked up, her paw still clawing into the ground.

“Oh hi Dovewing and … Blossomfall!” The deputy meowed, one of her green eyes twitching madly. Squirrelflight’s voice sounded husky and Blossomfall could see the dark circles under her eyes. Did she pull another all nighter? Blossomfall thought worriedly. I did see her pass by the den before, how long has she been up? Squirrelflight had the habit of staying up and finishing work for days on end, like the dedicated mouse-brain she was. She should really get Rosepetal to help more often, I know she wouldn’t mind it a bit.

“Hi Squirrelflight!” Dovewing meowed, breaking Blossomfall’s flow of thoughts. The gray warrior opened her maw to speak again, but then paused and was silent for a moment.

“Are you alright? Not to overstep your boundaries, but you look like you could use a good sleep.” Dovewing eyed the ginger she-cat worriedly.

“Hm, what? Oh I’m fine, just kinda-.” Squirrelflight was cut off by her jaws stretching wide in a huge yawn.

Right, and hedgehogs fly!

Blossomfall stepped towards Squirrelflight before Dovewing could meow comfortingly again.

“You should go rest, seriously.You clearly need it. A half dead deputy is no good for the clan.” And no good for yourself, you fur-brain.

“I’m fine.” the deputy grunted again, quite unconvincingly.

“I just need to … get these patrols sorted and count how much prey we’ll need for the next season. I have to take into account any kits that will be born or cats that will move into the elders den, multiply by two then-“ Squirrelflight was cut off by another yawn. She frowned and then narrowed her eyes, as if daring one of the younger cats to chastise her for it.

“Your working so hard already, why don’t you let someone else take care of it? Once you’ve had a good sleep than you can go back to your duties. If you keep up like this you’ll die!” Dovewing mewed, her voice rising with worry.

Squirrelflight raised an eyebrow. “I appreciate your concern Dovewing, but I believe you’re exaggerating. I am simply trying to be responsible.”

Dovewing looked at her for a moment and her lip quivered, but Blossomfall spoke first again. Oh StarClan, sorry!

“Squirrelflight, if you keep stretching yourself thin you’ll just end up getting less work done. Once your fully rested and recovered, you’ll be able to work more efficiently. Plus, the more tired you are the more like Rosepetal is going to be circling your position like a snake before a strike, and we both know how persistent that cat can be.”

They both turned to look at Rosepetal who was trailing after a terrified looking Bramblestar. The ThunderClan leader kept trying to quickly slip into his den but the dark cream warrior blocked him, her eyes pleading. She’s totally asking for more duties she could take on! What a leader’s pet! Blossomfall though, twitching her whiskers in amusement at her friend’s antics. She turned back to Squirrelflight and raised an eyebrow.

Squirrelflight looked thoughtful and slightly entertained, but still appeared like she wanted to keep arguing. Before Blossomfall could list another set of reasons why the deputy should get some damn sleep, Dovewing stepped foward blinked at Squirrelflight pleadingly.

If she looked at me like that I’d do anything she wanted, Blossomfall thought despite herself. Squirrelflight held her ground for a heartbeat, but then let out a defeated sign

“Hmph, well alright. I did promise Leafpool I’d hang out with her for a while in the medicine den. I’ll tell Bramblestar I’m talking a couple hours off.” Squirrelflight murmured, almost to herself. “If you see anyone heading out, tell them to report to Rosepetal. She’ll look over my list and write down when any cats come back with prey. She knows what to do.”

Rosepetal sure does! Blossomfall thought with a sniff. Glancing over at her friend again, the dark cream warrior was calling out for Bramblestar who had barricaded himself in his den with his nest. She could hear his faint, muffled cries for her to go away, but Rosepetal kept babbling on.

Tail-chaser! Blossomfall thought fondly. Rosepetal sure was … a cat. She was always eager to help her former mentor with her duties, much to to Squirrelflight’s chagrin. But Blossomfall knew that the ginger she-cat must appreciate her former apprentice’s help if she trusted her enough to tend to her checklist. Rosepetal seemed like the cat most likely to become deputy after Bramblestar kicked the bucket, which probably wasn’t for a long, long time. But it didn’t stop Rosepetal from fantasizing, Blossomfall knew, flashbacking to the several hundred times Rosepetal had stared longingly at the High Ledge or doodled in the dirt with a claw, drawings of ‘Rosestar The Most Epic and Wonderful Leader of ThunderClan.’

Blossomfall snapped back to reality just as the real grumpy deputy turned to leave, but then Squirrelflight swiveled her head back towards them.

“Did you need anything else? I don’t suppose you just wanted to check up on little old me?” she meowed dryly.

Blossomfall opened her jaws to speak but then turned to Dovewing. I cut her off before.

Dovewing blinked gratefully at her and turned back towards the deputy.

“Me and Blossomfall wanted to ask if we could go on a hunting patrol together.” Dovewing mewed softly. Blossomfall subconsciously leaned closer to the she-cat.

Squirrelflight twitched her whiskers for a second and then turned to stare directly into Blossomfall’s eyes making her jump in surprise.

What?

Squirrelflight had this funny look on her face, and she seemed more attentive than she had been just a moment ago.

Finally, she nodded and sniffed.

“Yeah sure, go ahead.”

She got up to her paws, and with one last sidelong glance at Blossomfall she turned and trotted in the direction of the leader’s den.

“Hey! Hey! Rosepetal! Leave Bramblestar alone; I’ve got a job for you.”

Blossomfall watched as Rosepetal dropped the stick she was using to break apart Bramblestar’s barricade. Rosepetal bounced excitedly on her paws as Squirrelflight began to talk, her grumpy meows too far away to be heard.

Blossomfall was still feeling quite disturbed at the interaction that had just taken place.

First my friends and sister, now the deputy? Weird!! What did I even do? Dovewing did you see that?

Blossomfall turned to look at Dovewing and stopped before she could say anything. The soft-furred she-cat was watching the deputy talk to Rosepetal. Her ears were angled towards them and her green eyes shimmered. It took all of Blossomfall’s will power to not think “ooo sparkly” again.

Dovewing then turned and smiled sweetly at Blossomfall, catching her off guard. Blossomfall’s face flushed and she sheepishly looked away.

Dovewing’s didn’t seem to mind, and she bumped against Blossomfall’s side happily.

“We did it! We got Squirrelflight to do the impossible and go to sleep! Well, partly but still!! Plus, we get to hunt alone together!” Alone. Together. “Or well, together I guess! No border patrols for us today!” Dovewing chirped.

“Come on, where do you want to go? I was thinking near the abandoned Twoleg nest or The Sky Oak. Though probably the Twoleg place would be better, I saw a nest of squirrels near there a few days ago.”

Blossomfall nodded along, trying to form cohesive, understandable thoughts, but her brain just felt like mouse dust.

The Twoleg nest. Let’s go there, I’ll be able to get some moss for Briarlight and on the way home maybe we’ll catch Bumblestripe running away after setting fire to half of WindClan for a bony rabbit. Also why did Squirrelflight give me that look? Was I supposed to do something? My friends and Briar too. What thing am I doing that they think is hysterical? Ah, I guess I’ll ask them all when we get back later. Cats can’t give me weird looks then not explain themselves, hmmph!

Finally feeling like she wasn’t a stumbling kit, Blossomfall spoke.

“I think we should go to the Twoleg nest. I’m in the mood for chasing squirrels, plus then I can get some moss for Briar. And maybe then we can go to the Sky Oak! We’ll get a good view to watch Bumblestripe run from all of WindClan.” she joked.

Dovewing nodded and giggled.

“I’d like to see that! Well kinda, except for the WindClan gets mad at us part.”

Blossomfall chortled and rolled her eyes. Should I have done that? Ack I cannot figure anything out, Blossomfall fussed.

But Dovewing’s eyes still shone and she tilted her head towards the camp exit. Blossomfall followed her through the bramble tunnel, very aware of the small space between their pelts. The light dimmed as they passed through. Before Blossomfall was completely inside the tunnel, she caught a glimpse of Thornclaw murmuring something in Birchfall’s ear. Both cats looked extremely amused and Blossomfall could see Ivypool and Mousewhisker standing next to them. Toad-heads and thistle thorns, have they all gotten bees in their brains?

Blossomfall was extremely tempted to stomp right up to them and ask what in StarClan’s name was going on, but she felt Dovewing’s tail brush her side, and she fell back. I guess I still have the end of the day to yell at them. Blossomfall turned her back and retreated into the tunnel.

All Blossomfall could hear was her own heavy pawsteps and Dovewing’s graceful ones. Feeling heated all of a sudden, Blossomfall quickened her pace. She burst out of the dark tunnel and Blossomfall took in a deep breath. Cool forest air swarmed her lungs and she sighed.

Dovewing raised her head, just as a gust of wind blew, ruffling her fur and causing her to sneeze.

“Just my luck!” Dovewing mrrowed, her gray fur now slightly ruffled. She still looks perfect- OKAY STOP. Blossomfall reprimanded herself. Where are these thoughts even coming from? Hello? Blossomfall thought helplessly.

“I can uh-help you groom your fur after we hunt if you want,” Blossomfall heard herself say, much to her horror. Go back, stop! Blossomfall hissed in her head.

But you want that don’t you? A voice whispered in the back of her mind. That’s why you’re offering.

Dovewing’s eyes softened and Blossomfall felt her venomous thoughts wash away like rain. “I’d like that.” She murmured softly, her green eyes meeting Blossomfall’s own. Blossomfall felt rooted in place, suddenly aware of her heart pounding madly in her chest. After a few heartbeats, Dovewing licked her chest fur and motioned for her to follow.

Blossomfall followed, feeling light-headed.

Did she just agree? She wants me to help groom her fur! Well, I guess that’s not so special, anyone could do that but… Whatever, it’s fine, it’s fine.

But her mind kept buzzing with thoughts, even as the pair reached the abandoned Twoleg nest. The soft grass under her paws was joined by weeds and twigs, becoming higher in quantity as she got closer and closer to the nest.

The place looked almost weirdly beautiful, with its chunks of claw marked wood scattered about and some sort of hard red material outlining the outside, forming it into a sort of square shape. Blossomfall and Dovewing stood at its entrance. Blossomfall could see her eyes darting around, taking in the sights. Abandoned rows of clumpy moss lay inside the frame, signs that there had once been cats staying there many moons ago. A tiny tree with drooping branches sat at the far back of the den, it seemed to be hundreds of years old, probably even older than Purdy! Okay, you did not have to call him out like that!

Some tiny yellow and red flowers were growing around the protruding roots of the tree, though they looked shriveled and malnourished. Despite that, a small patch of vital catmint was growing a few pawsteps away, tiny green shoots peeking shyly out of the stretch of rich dirt. It had been grown after the first outbreak of sickness in ThunderClan. It had happened when Blossomfall was only a tiny kit. Blossomfall had only faint memories of her mother and sister, Millie and Briarlight, being taken away to stay here after they had caught green-cough. Firestar had isolated all the sick cats, including himself, in this place. Twolegs had abandoned it many seasons ago for unknown reasons. Creepy, though I’d rather live here than in those cramped housefolk nests kittypets call home.

Pausing to sniff the air, Dovewing looked around.

“I smell the squirrels!” She whispered excitedly. Blossomfall nodded, starting to feel the rush of prey hunting thrum through her. We should flush them out before they eat the catmint!

Dovewing tilted her head towards the drooping tree. Two brown shapes were scuttling about at the base of the trunk. The two squirrels had their bushy tails kinked over their backs and were sniffing about, presumably looking for acorns. The two she-cats instinctively got into a hunting crouch, lowering themselves to the forest floor. Dovewing angled her ears, signaling for Blossomfall to go around the right side of the nest.

“I‘ll go around the left.” Dovewing whispered, quietly padding towards the other edge. Blossomfall nodded and focused her attention back to the squeaking rodents. We’re going to attack them from both sides! Blossomfall thought enthusiastically. Like a team!

Slowly, Blossomfall crept around the right side of the nest, careful not to step on crunchy twigs and strange Twoleg debris. Finally, she came into view of the squirrels. They were still chattering and picking at the ground, unaware of the two warriors creeping up on them. Blossomfall spotted Dovewing across from her, the she-cat

was ducking behind a splintered log. The warrior was bent low, so close to the ground that her belly fur brushed it. Dovewing’s eyes met her’s. She twitched her tail tip ever so slightly, now aware of Blossomfall’s presence. Blossomfall flicked her tail in response, energy fizzing through her pelt.

Dovewing beamed and then let out a hiss. She bounded foward and snatched one of the squirrels right off the ground. She clamped her jaws around its neck with a tiny crack. The other squirrel shrieked in alarm and headed for the tree, but the route was blocked by Dovewing. It turned and fled in the direction of Blossomfall’s waiting claws. She sprung, rolling the squirrel beneath her paws and nipping it’s neck swiftly. It fell limp, and she picked it up proudly.

Thought the hunt was over, Blossomfall felt a thrill run through her and she bounced on her paws like an overeager kit. Dovewing padded over her, the squirrel in her jaws slightly muffling her purr of amusement.

“I see yourf pleased wif our cathches?” Dovewing meowed, her mouth full of squirrel fur.

“Yes I am pleased wif it!” Blossomfall replied, her confidence boosted by their successful hunt.

Dovewing purred again, dropping her squirrel to the floor. Blossomfall did the same, nudging their catches together to be inspected. The squirrels were plump from eating well all greenleaf, their pelts smooth and well groomed. Even a squirrel can keep itself tidier than me, Blossomfall’s mind grumped, bitterly amused. Whatever, squirrels don’t have Dove-Bumblestripe to help them. She pushed the thought away. They were lucky to find such well-fed prey, soon it would be leaf-fall and pickings would start to get slim.

“Squirrelflight will be pleased!” Dovewing meowed, her eyes glowing warmly. “I bet she’s never seen a juicier squirrel than these two!” Blossomfall purred and nodded.

“We make quite the team. That leap you did was incredible! You scooped up that squirrel before it could even squeak!” Blossomfall complimented, blinking fondly at the gray she-cat. Oh, I hope I don’t sound too suck up-ish.

Dovewing shuffled her paws, looking bashful.

“Thanks Blossomfall, that means a lot. I really liked your catch too! That roll and nip move you did was really cool, you should show it to me sometime!” Dovewing mewed, raising her tail to rest it on Blossomfall’s shoulder.

Blossomfall felt herself grin and she nodded.

“I’d be happy to teach you.” Blossomfall meowed, ducking her head. Dovewing mrrowed and bumped Blossomfall’s shoulder with her muzzle again. Blossomfall felt a rush of fondness for the smoky gray cat, but she quickly regained her composure.

“I’d love that! Maybe in a few sunrises?” Dovewing asked peering at her hopefully. Blossomfall brightened and dipped her head.

“Sure, I’ll be prepared then.”

Dovewing’s chortled happily and turned to sniff at their prey again.

“Now let’s bury these squirrels and catch something else, ooo maybe a chaffinch! Or a jay! I told Jayfeather I’d bring him one.”

“A chaffinch?” Blossomfall pretended to not know what she meant.

“No, a jay, you feather-head!” Dovewing purred, playing along. She scraped a pawful of dirt and leaves over top their squirrels, and Blossomfall quickly followed suit.

“A jay for Jayfeather, how original.” Blossomfall meowed teasingly, wrinkling her nose.

“Birds and bird names are very cool!” Dovewing protested with a purr. “I am an unbiased source.” The smoky gray she-cat puffed out her chest and kinked her tail over her back.

Blossomfall rolled her eyes and sniffed.

“Yeah right!”

Dovewing purred as they finished burying their kills in the dirt. Blossomfall patted the top, making sure their catches were snug in the ground. Dovewing flicked her tail and Blossomfall followed. The pair continued their walk in comfortable silence.

Blossomfall gently rolled her two robins and mouse into the hole she had dug. Dovewing nudged her vole and blackbird into the ground as well.

“These are a good haul!” Blossomfall purred, pride warming her belly. Dovewing nodded in agreement. “Squirrelflight and the others will be impressed! Seven whole pieces of prey, and it’s just the two of us!” Dovewing’s tail twitched with excitement.

“No jay for Jayfeather though, oh the humanity!” Dovewing sighed dramatically. Blossomfall stifled a purr.

“You can just give him your squirrel! I bet he won’t be complaining when he’s eating that juicy bit!”

Dovewing grinned. “I guess your right! No one can resist a squirrel, not even Mr. I Hate Everything!”

Blossomfall watched her bounce on her paws, feeling warm despite the sunlight being blocked by the tree branches they were under. Who could resist that face?

They were sitting at the base of the Sky Oak, its wooden limbs looming over their heads like giant claws.

“Come on Dovewing, I said we would watch Bumblestripe’s demise from up here remember?”

“Oh yea!” Dovewing’s eyes shone with amusement.

Blossomfall turned towards the tree. She crouched and then gave a mighty leap. Landing with a thud on one of the low hanging branches she turned to look at Dovewing.

“Come on little legs!” Blossomfall teased with a wave of her tail.

Dovewing was watching, her eyes sparkling and own fluffy gray tail quivering. Blossomfall looked behind herself. Do I have a leaf on my face or something? Maybe she’s looking at me, a tiny hopeful voice in her brain purred. Do I look at her like that?

Before Blossomfall dwelled on the thought for too long, Dovewing jumped up the bark to stand next to her.

“Let’s go!” She whispered, whisking her tail away as she leapt to another branch above. Blossomfall scrambled to her paws and charged up after her.

They leapt from branch to branch, Dovewing’s leaps swift and graceful while Blossomfall’s paws thwacked painfully against the tree. Ow, OW OW. Blasted tree! Blossomfall felt very much like Jayfeather in temperament right now. Normally I’m fine at climbing trees, but... Blossomfall’s grumping trailed off as she glanced over at Dovewing. The she-cat was perched on a very large, sturdy branch a few bounds away. It wasn’t the highest branch, but it would provide a good vantage point to look out at the forest.

Blossomfall scratched at the bark again. I swear, how have I not ripped out all my claws by now? Dovewing must have heard her scuffling, because she looked down at Blossomfall with concern. The tortoiseshell felt her fury melt. She clambered up the last few branches and settled beside her companion, panting from all the effort. Dovewing’s gazed softened and she gently rested her tail on Blossomfall’s flank. Blossomfall was about to gasp a ‘thanks’, but Dovewing spoke first.

“I see you’ve gotten quite the workout out of this!” Dovewing trilled, her voice full of amusement. “I thought I was the little legs here!”

Blossomfall hissed but there was no malice in her tone. She crouched down on the wood beneath her, gasping for breath. After a heartbeat, she recovered and retorted.

“You might have little legs but your head is the size of a boulder!” Blossomfall wheezed, thumping her chest with a paw.

Dovewing giggled and leaned over to help prop her up. When Blossomfall was sitting upright again, Dovewing stepped back, satisfied.

“I don’t see what you mean, I am the perfect specimen!” Dovewing said in mock offense, curling her tail up like a squirrel’s.

“You sure are.”

Blossomfall’s heart stopped as she realized she had said the words out loud and not just in her head.

WHAT HAVE I DONE.

Dovewing turned to look at her, her eyes not longer playful but… something else.

Blossomfall felt like she was going to faint. Climbing up the tree felt like nothing compared to how much anger at herself she felt right now.

“I-Uhm I’m kidding haha!” Blossomfall meowed, trying to sound playful but deep down knew she knew Dovewing wouldn’t buy it.

Foxdung eating, toad-spawned ,mouse-hearted, rotten crow-food licking, slippery, fish-furred fool! Blossomfall swore nonsensically in her mind, trying to think of all the cuss words she knew. This wasn’t really helping, but it gave her something to think about other than this currently embarrassing encounter.

“Do you have something to say to me Blossomfall?” Dovewing asked, her eyes shining mysteriously.

Blossomfall’s mouth tried to say something in response but nothing came out.

Dovewing suddenly let out a long sigh. “Oh Blossomfall, really? Do I have to do this myself?”

Blossomfall’s belly flipped over as she tried to process Dovewing’s words.

“What are you talking about?” Blossomfall asked, desperately trying to keep the rising panic out of her voice. Have I upset her? the tortoiseshell wondered, all her hopes being crushed like dried up leaves.

Dovewing turned to her, her green gaze searching. She didn’t break eye contact as she stepped towards her. Blossomfall urged her paws to move out of the way, but she stayed frozen in place, as if her paws were a part of the branch itself. Dovewing stopped, her muzzle only a whisker away from Blossomfall’s own. Blossomfall’s mind was doing flips and somersaults as Blossomfall’s facade began to implode.

“Blossomfall, you know you don’t hide your facial expressions very well right?” Dovewing meowed, her voice cutting through Blossomfall’s terror like a razor sharp claw. Blossomfall’s mind went blank, completely silent, no panicky thoughts, no snappy inner monologue to be had. Without warning, it suddenly screeched to life again, Blossomfall’s head the equivalent of claws scraping on a boulder.

“I-Wh-What?” was all Blossomfall’s managed to hiss out, barely being able to string together two words.

Dovewing stared at her for a heart beat and then finally touched her nose to Blossomfall’s. Blossomfall was having some sort of system error, her mouth agape and her brain failing to recover.

“You want this. You want me.” Dovewing meowed finally, her eyes lighting up.

Blossomfall still hadn’t managed to slam her mouth shut, her trembling body didn’t seem to be responding to her frantic messages to turn tail and run.

“I want you too.” Dovewing’s gentle mew filled Blossomfall’s mind, seeming to clear it for a split second.

She does like you, she does want you, your were right, you were right, you were right! a voice in the back of her mind trilled, ringing in her head like a bell.

“Hey! Blossomfall! Stop freaking out, look at me.” Dovewing snapped suddenly. “Don’t get lost in your head. Come back to me.”

Blossomfall forced herself to look at Dovewing, the world seeming to blur around them.

Dovewing smiled, leaning into Blossomfall even more to place a paw on her shoulder. She put the other under Blossomfall’s chin to tip her head slightly. She was now sitting on her haunches, her small frame brushing Blossomfall’s bigger one.

Blossomfall wondered if it was possible to drop dead in shock. Every hair on Blossomfall’s pelt burned, very aware of Dovewing’s paws brushing her head and shoulder.

Say it back, say it! You want her don’t you?

Blossomfall growled at her own hesistance. You’ve been pining for the whole day and now you can’t even say three little words? Instead of answering herself, Blossomfall glanced to the side. She could just run away. She could slide down the trunk and rip out all her claws, and pick up their catches, and then run all the way back to camp. It wouldn’t take much to nudge Dovewing off and scramble down and out of here forever. She could even go back to sleep or go find Bumblestripe, or yell at her friends until she was blue, or find Rosepetal and explore that badger den and pretend like nothing ever happened. She could turn tail and run, away from Dovewing, away from her scrambled brain and inner turmoil. She would never have to face the intimacy she so craved but was also terrified of. It would be easy. But, then there would be no Dovewing. No Dovewing.

I want Dovewing.

That weird- no, sentimental thought was the thing that tipped Blossomfall’s brain over, finally making her open her maw to speak.

“Blossomfall?”

Blossomfall felt Dovewing stroke her shoulder. Blossomfall’s belly did a flip flop but she didn’t mind. If Dovewing wants me like I want her, I must be doing something right. I’m good enough.

“Hey.” Blossomfall murmured quietly. Dovewing looked worried.

“Are you alright?, You got trapped inside your mind aga-“

Dovewing’s mew was cut off as Blossomfall wrapped her paws around her shoulders, squeezing her tightly into a hug. Dovewing jerked in surprise for a second, but then she leaned into the embrace, her purrs ringing in Blossomfall’s ears.

“I love you.” Blossomfall meowed curtly, burying her face into Dovewing’s soft fur. Dovewing’s tail curled around her back, as she purred even louder.

“Who are you and what have you done with Blossomfall?” she teased.

Blossomfall mumbled something incoherent and moved her tail to twine it with Dovewing’s.

Dovewing rubbed her cheek against Blossomfall’s face with a mew.

“I love you too, you feather-head.” She murmured and Blossomfall felt warm, fuzzy feelings blossom (yeah I know!) in her chest.

Blossomfall purred, loud and strong, squeezing Dovewing- Dove, even tighter. Dovewing snorted and gently batted at her ears.

“If you keep crushing me there’s not gonna be a me left for you to crush in the future!”

Blossomfall chuffed and released her grip. She rubbed her head alongside Dovewing’s chin, relishing as she heard Dovewing purr once more.

This must be why my friends were dying as we left camp! They could tell how we felt about each other! Those idiots! Briarlight too! But she felt no real anger towards them, just warmth and slight amusement. I guess Squirrelflight could see it as well. And I here I thought she was half-dead! Those mouse-brains!

Blossomfall felt her face get warm as Dovewing licked her cheek, snapping her once again back to reality. Ok, gotta stop get lost in my head, Focus on her.

“Would you mind if I moved my nest permanently next to yours?” Dovewing meowed suddenly shy, even after confronting Blossomfall head on.

Blossomfall purred and nodded, brushing her muzzle against one of Dovewing’s fluffy ears.

“I’d be honored.”

Blossomfall snugly rested her head on top of Dovewing’s own soft gray one and the pair continued to twine their tails. They looked on, Bumblestripe forgotten, as the sun began to dip beneath the trees, turning the sky a tiny smidge of pink.

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*explodes into one million pieces and dies* I hope you stayed until The end and if you did thank you I love you 😭💖 here’s a cookie I’m sorry you had to suffer though that/lh 🍪 anyways I hope u liked it!! I tried to characterize everyone in an enjoyable way and make it funny and a silly happy lovey dovey read!! Some guys might be ooc and the timeline might be weird and there’s probably a million other mistakes but i hope u liked it anyways bc I poured my heart into this thing 💔(ALSO WHEN BLOSSOMFALL SAYS INTIMACY SHE MEANS CLOSENESS LIKE A CLOSE RELATIONSHIP NOT THE OTHER THING OK THERES TWO DEFS OF THE WORD KWJKWW SHAKING CRYING)

I haven’t finished a fic in so long so it might read weird but yea woo I got my brainrot in a perceivable form </3

Would you read more stuff like this Idk, tell me what u think!! Specific comments on my stuff help fuel my motivation 💪 oki bye I am gonna sleep for a whole day HAHA just kidding why would I take a break why would I-

#blossomdove #dovewing #blossomfall #thunderclan #squirrelflight #rosepetal #bramblestar #mousewhisker #briarlight #jayfeather #ivypool #birchfall #lionblaze #cinderheart #thornclaw #warrior cats #wc #art #wc art #warrior cats art #warrior cats fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #codysight writing #writing #wc fanfic #wc writing #warriors #warriors fanfic #warrior cats fanfiction

[bearsinpotatosacks]

What Have I Become? - Whumptober2023

Mark survived his second brain tumour after a miracle surgery shows its head. There are complications, however, he’s left not being able to form new memories. Not that he remembers that.

For day 29 of @whumptober . Also on AO3.

Words: 897

Sunlight streamed through the blinds as he opened his eyes. Next to him, the clock read 6:30am. The sheets were screwed up and tangled in his legs yet he didn’t recognise the pattern. Now he thought of it, as he put his glasses on, he didn’t recognise this room. These walls weren’t his, the room was the wrong size, the bed was too big, even his glasses were different. Where was he? What happened? Had he had too much to drink? He never drank that much, not enough to completely forget where he was. 

He got up as panic flooded his system. Opening the blinds, he didn’t recognise that back garden. The porch he thought he’d see was different. There were different flowers in the garden, in the distance wasn’t the Chicago skyline or the typical windy, rainy weather. 

Where was he? He had to find his phone. He needed to contact Elizabeth. Where was Rachel? Where was Ella? He hoped they were safe, he needed them to be, he didn’t know what he’d do otherwise, with no memories and no hope. 

He wasn’t dead, was he? It made sense with how nothing was familiar and how alone he was. Not that this fact settled him at all. He didn’t want to be dead, he hadn’t wanted his tumour to come back and the fact that there was nothing they could do didn’t ease anything.

As he went to rush downstairs, he noticed a note on the set of drawers on the other side of the room. It was Elizabeth’s handwriting. So she was here, wherever here was.

Please watch this, it will explain everything.

There was an arrow pointing to a DVD. The case was blank, slightly worn as he picked it up and made his way to the living room. Ella wasn’t crying, which he thought was weird. She should be, she should be awake by now. Anxiety settled in his stomach as he turned on the TV and switched it to the DVD player. After placing it in the drive, he sat, tapping his foot.

The screen lit up with Elizabeth’s face. His stomach eased when he saw her but his questions were still prevalent. 

“I bet you’re confused right now, you’ve woken up with no recollection of where you are, how you got there or even what day it is. It would scare me too, so I made this DVD for you to watch each morning, it was your idea actually, before the surgery.”

Surgery? What surgery? Last he knew, there was no hope for his brain tumour. No one around, no memory of how he got there, not terminally ill. 

“Last minute, we found out about a surgery to remove your brain tumour but there were complications and it left you unable to form new memories. It took us all a while, I had to work less because I knew you’d wake up each morning confused and I didn’t want to leave that to Rachel, who was also devastated to know her dad wouldn’t remember anything beyond that day.”

He thought of Rachel. For a second, he tried to picture her, maybe going to prom, or homecoming, or something. All he could see was her at fourteen. He still didn’t know what year it was. That was a scary thought. 

“We got through, though, we moved to Seattle, so we could be near Doug and Carol, and so Ella could have friends nearer to her age and you could have more people around you, people you knew before the tumours.” 

So that was why the skyline was different. He’d gotten so used to it that he hadn’t noticed the distant outline of the Seattle Needle amongst the clouds. 

“I’m still a surgeon, at the same hospital as Doug and Carol, Rachel’s in her freshman year of college, back in Chicago, she’s going to be a doctor, and Ella’s starting school, she’ll be awake soon if not already, so I’ll cut this off quickly so you can get her ready.”

She shuffled in the video. “You’re a stay at home dad now, there wasn’t anything we could really think of you doing apart from being a doctor and with such major memory problems it wasn’t feasible. But we’re trying Mark, we all love you, and don’t for one second think of yourself as a burden to any of us. We want you around, we have you around, and that’s all that matters. I love you.”

He mouthed I love you too to the screen as it went off. Getting up, he ejected the DVD and stood in silence for a moment. There were pictures on the walls that he didn’t recognise. Them in Hawaii, Rachel in a purple dress for her senior prom, her graduating, Ella’s first day at school. He’d been there for all of them, but not really. He couldn’t remember any of them. Rachel would become a doctor and he wouldn’t know it. Ella would forever be a baby, no matter how big she got. 

As he stood reminiscing, he caught himself in the reflection of the glass front of a picture frame. His face was more wrinkled, tired and tanned. A layer of fresh stubble was on his jaw, his glasses new on his face. Not that they were new, he had no idea. 

What had he become?

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I feel like this is quite typical of me. Oh, Mark lives! 😃 Oh, he can't remember anything and is missing his kids growing up 😞. Thanks for reading! @whumptober-archive

#whumptober2023 #fic #no. 29 #what have i become? #er #e.r #memory loss tw #mark greene #greeneday #elizabeth corday #mark greene lives au #rachel greene #ella greene #ella corday #brain damage #fix it fic #bear writes #angst #whump

[darkfinch]

y'know I didn't even realise at first that - unless I'm misunderstanding something - rabbit must've come out of retirement to teach quinn? and that's just, fuck, that's a lot. he could absolutely keep hiding from the world OR he could retraumatise himself and risk exactly the same thing that utterly broke him before in order to teach this kid and try to keep him safe*. and that is… A Lot.

* 'try' is the key word there. also pausing to acknowledge that it fucked quinn up a lot (and hurt a lot of others in the process) & was a terrible decision by any reasonable metric, yes.

like, we're still talking intent not impact here, though I do get the feeling that rabbit might be a more effective AND kinder teacher than most ("we're doing it together"). this realisation still kinda took my breath away.

I'm… glad they got each other out of it.

:333 I am. SO glad that you have noticed this, yeah. yeah. he's trained his entire life to be this thing and do this thing, he takes the first possible opportunity to Really be this thing, he does it successfully for a decade of his life, and then overnight is like. i can never fucking do this again. He can never take a job again he can never mentor a kid again because he can never live through this again, right

(it's a Difficult Enough Winter that babusia, who's usually a vocal proponent of Getting Back On The Horse, doesn't push.)

and maybe she sends the kids up to visit with him for a weekend, for a week, for some of the summer, because she gets nervous about him being all alone up there—but she never once asks him if he'll ever work again, or wonders aloud if he's letting himself get rusty, or asks if he'd be willing to mentor any of them. she Knows Better than to ask.

so rabbit's Weird Uncle Rabbit. he's silent he's standoffish he's intimidating. he's distant, he's nobody's favourite anything, everyone’s a little bit scared of him—

—and then quinn shows up on the porch with a shit attitude, a gleeful determination to be the best at everything he learns, and an instant fascination with rabbit, and rabbit's like……….hm.

and like he's still firm on No Mentoring, right, but he watches quinn nearly break his own thumb throwing a punch, and offers to teach the kids a thing or two. You Know, For Fun. and Safety.

quinn wants to show off with his slingshot (he can hit the really far can, now, look), so rabbit lets himself be dragged along by the sleeve to watch. gives him a couple pointers. 

Rabbit comes by to pick up mail from babusia’s house, and she’s like, “the boy never stops asking about Uncle Rabbit, when can we go to Uncle Rabbit’s house again, did you know he can talk to birds” and Rabbit starts popping by on weekends, maybe, every once in a while. 

And all at once Quinn’s hurtling towards fourteen and Rabbit’s feeling a terrible all-encompassing Dread for Months and he’s thinking, at least it’s someone I trust who’ll be doing it, she’s good, she’ll do a good job with him—and then Quinn’s mom says she’s not going to mentor him.

(quinn, whose mother never bothered to know him in the first place, who was dropped off with his clothes in a garbage bag, who half-expected to be shipped off somewhere else during his first few months at babusia's house)

And Rabbit, in a moment of absolute Terror and Anger and Betrayal and Impulse, goes, Fuck you, I'll do it.

(he has a few months to Prepare. He gets new gear, and puts his name back out there, and starts taking jobs again to make sure he isn’t rusty. He does a lot of deep, measured breathing, staring at the cabin ceiling. He gets very little sleep. It’s the most terrifying thing he does in his entire life and it’s absolutely worth it)

...and also, yeah, he’s Effective, he's an Effective Teacher, and he is [if not quite Kind] kinder than a lot of other people get. because he Knows quinn and Cares about quinn and wants more than he’s ever wanted Anything for this kid to be okay. He’s like, alright, we’re going to do this miserable thing together. You’re going to camp out in the woods with no supplies, and i’m going to be three feet away listening to you whine about it. Let’s go

#rabbit does in fact develop a stress ulcer during this process thank you for asking please keep him in ur thoughts #finchtalks #finchlore

[blood-injections]

So I just came up with this, right? Well, I wrote an experimental little thing for it.

“D’ya think there’s other worlds out there, with life, aliens or something? D’ya think the whole universe is like this?” Party asked, looking away from the disintegrating horizon back to Fun Ghoul. He shrugged, still staring out the diner window.

“Must be, odds there ain’t is impossible, tha’s what Jet always said.” He murmured, “This seems like all of existence is fading, but I like to think it’s just us. Maybe we’re being sucked into a black hole, maybe this is what happens to planets when they get stretched out all weird like that.”

Poison hummed in acknowledgment, tracing their fingers over Ghoul’s knuckles and the tattoos that scattered his hands. “Maybe.” They replied, it seemed more plausible than any of the other theories they had come up with.

“Think this is the end?” Ghoul asked, “Like, nothin after us? The dinosaurs were taken out, but there was still a world left to restart after they burned. Think the world will be left over after this?”

“I think we might just be the last two people in existence.” Poison answers, “Think there might just be nothing left outside this diner.”

Ghoul shrugs, “We could test that.” He says, sighing. “But it sure looks that way, don’t it?”

Poison looks back out the window. The desert still appears to be there, but the distance is foggy and the sky is full of static and they have a feeling that if they step outside, they might just fall through the ground itself and fall forever.

“I can’t feel her.” They say after a while. “The Witch. You can feel it too, can’t you? That silence?”

Fun Ghoul looks down to their connected hands. “Nothing can take the Witch, even the end of all things.” He says, convinced, “Think it’s like we’re in a bubble now. But she’s still out there, on the other side of it. I think she’ll welcome us an’ I think we’ll live again, one day. Whether it’s here, an’ the Earth is a blank slate, or maybe on some other world.”

“I think that would be nice.” Poison echoes, still looking into the distance, “Another world sounds nice. No apocalypse, no Better Living. Jus’ you an’ me an’ Jet an’ Kobes.”

“Maybe we could be worms.” Ghoul says, Poison can hear the smile in his voice.

“Worms?” Poison says, snorting.

“Yeah! A little family of worms. On another world, somewhere it rains a ton and there’s trees an’ green shit everywhere.”

Poison laughs, looking back at Ghoul, meeting his bright eyes, crinkled from his smile but brimming with tears.

“I think I’d prefer to have eyes to see all that.” Poison says, watching Ghoul nod.

“Yeah, maybe.” He replies, “Maybe the life of a worm wouldn’t be so conventional. I’d want hands still.” he says, making a point to squeeze Poison’s.

“I’d still want a body.” Poison agrees, glancing down at their hands then back up to keep eye contact, “So that I can keep loving things.”

“Yeah.” Ghoul sighs, a tear finally escaping from the corner of his right eye. Poison watches it roll down his cheek, over that Cheshire scar and down to his jawline, watches it collect at his chin and fall to the tabletop.

“We’ll see eachother again. All of us.” He says, a statement. A fact, not a hope. His head turns to the window again.

Poison follows his gaze, watching the horizon swirl unnaturally. They fall into silence, the only sound some incessant distant hum that seems to influence the way the dust particles swirl through the air and the patterns they settle in. It’s like the world itself is singing itself to sleep.

When they eventually look back, Ghoul is gone. There’s no sign that he ever existed at all except for that single spot of moisture where his tear fell and the lingering warmth in Poison's hands.

At this final loss, Poison lets themself finally break down, their own tears joining the remnants of Fun Ghoul. They mourn his loss. They mourn the loss of their friends, of Show Pony and Doctor Death Defying, who broadcasted the end of the world live from their little station until the radios went out. They mourn the loss of Jet Star, who had visited them and they mourn the loss of their brother, of Kobra Kid, who had taken his bike out to check on them when Jet took too long to come home. Neither of them had ever returned and Poison knew their brother had ridden his motorbike as fast as he could, but he couldn’t outrun the static.

They mourned the loss of their own life, the fact that this was it, that they’d never see anyone again, they’d never fight again, never make art again.

They mourned the loss of the whole world and so now they stood. They looked around the place they had called home, now quiet and empty and cold.

They hoped they’d live again, like Ghoul had seemed convinced of. And they speculated what this was, why they were the last one to go. Maybe Poison was the center of this all, maybe none of this was real, some crazy dream. Maybe they’d wake up and everything would be back to normal, their family would be right there, unaware of the horrors they had seen as the sky fell apart. Maybe they’d wake up before everything- the wars and fires and Better Living and all of it, when they were just an innocent kid with their brother and their comic books. They’d make sure to find Ghoul and Jet again in that life, whoever they were.

Party Poison wiped their eyes, pulled on their mask and with that, they stepped outside.

The sun beat down on them but it wasn’t right. The sound of the sand crunching under their boots, however, was familiar. A singular comfort among the end of everything. An assurance that the desert would remain and just maybe, it would remember them.

And they walked into the distorted horizon until the static devoured them.

Ao3

#static and sunsets #<<what I’m calling this little project #party poison #fun ghoul #kobra kid #jet star #danger days #mcr danger days #ttlotfk #my chemical romance #mcr #killjoys #the fabulous killjoys #danger days fanfic #danger days au #killjoy headcanon #corvidscrap

[jounolover]

Bungou stray dogs x reader

Nights and mornings with characters

Characters included Jouno, Tecchou, Yosano, Dazai, and Atsushi

Tecchou has warm comforting arms. Your back to his chest and him holding onto your waist and his head snuggled into your neck. The comforting feeling of his heartbeat and breathing on your neck. Once morning comes though he doesn’t stay for long. He’ll give a forehead kiss before heading out to work. If you work with he’ll gently wake you and offer to make you breakfast but be warmed with him and his weird weird food combos I’m not sure you’d want him to make you breakfast.

Jouno isn’t the best at affection. You are probably the one giving all the affection. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you, he shows his love with small gestures like getting you your favorite snack, or cleaning up at home a little, sometimes even small things of affection. At night he sleeps with his back to you but you’re welcomed to hold onto him and love him. He enjoys your presence. In the morning he quickly leaves perhaps brushing some of your hair out of your face before heading out. If you work with him he isn’t kind when waking you. He shakes you awake and sternly tells you to get ready. But when heading out he’ll hand you some sort of fruit to eat as breakfast.

Yosano is very affectionate. She will hold onto practically on top of you, oh so warm. Which you’re able to fall asleep just fine. But it will be quite unfortunate if you wake before her and need to get up as she will not get off of you. You will have to pry her off. But if your lucky and she wakes before you she will hug attack you and give you many kisses so you get up. Once you get up she’ll go back to being her calmer self and offer you breakfast. It probably won’t taste like shit.

Dazai holds you to his chest. Listening to his heartbeat and sinking into his warmth, your arms wrapped around him. In the morning depending on your relationship with Dazai if he doesn’t fully trust you in the morning he gets up and gets out of bed not waisting time. Not looking back at your sleeping body and heading out to work maybe even getting there on time for once. If he trusts you he’ll want to stay there as long as possible. He may even pretend to sleep till you wake without a care wether or not he was late to work or not. Basking in the fact that someone loved and cared for him and he loved and cared for them. He would not be distant

Atsushi depending on your relationship is kinda awkward or very comfortable. If he’s still not fully comfortable with you you have to be the one to be affectionate. Holding him to your chest and him just curling up and not returning the affection. He isn’t uncomfortable just doesn’t know know how to return the affection. If you’re both comfortable it’s cuddle galore. You hold him to your chest and he holds you back sinking into your warm as you sink into his. In the morning no matter the relationship he kindly awakes you and gives you breakfast of your liking.

#bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x you #tecchou x reader #jouno x reader #yosano x you #yosano x y/n #yosano x reader #dazai x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai x you #atsushi x you #atsushi x y/n #atsushi x reader

[a-libra-writes]

How the Peaky Blinders React To You Being a Jazz Singer

In This Preference, You’ll Be Singing To: Tommy Shelby, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, Ada Shelby, Polly Grey, Michael Grey, Esme Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Lizzie Stark, Isaiah Jesus, Luca Changretta, Aberama Gold

THOMAS SHELBY

True to his reputation, he’d be interested in you right away, and that would inevitably grow to infatuation. Tommy would come to see you towards the end of your shift, when most of the customers are passed out and you’re sweetly crooning in a room of smoke and spilled drinks. He’s ready to drive you home, ignoring any questions about why he’s awake in the wee hours of the morning. Don’t be surprised if your club is suddenly bought by the Shelby company, especially if your boss wasn't treating you well. Tommy claims it was just a good business decision, since you’re popular and the club is close to their territory, but you know him well by this point. You’ll be well protected by guards and he often visits during your rehearsals, always looking tired and a bit lonely. Tommy's clearly relaxed by your singing, though maybe encouraging his advances isn't for the best.

ARTHUR SHELBY

No surprise, he takes a liking to you right away when you’re hired at his club. When you’re performing, he gets distracted, especially when you’re croning a love song in the wee hours to a bunch of drunk, passed-out patrons. In the corner of your eye, you’d notice Arthur looking at you like you’re hanging the moon. He’d die if you smiled at him during that. He’s incredibly protective of any weirdos trying to catcall you or grab you while you’re singing; he’ll grab them by the collar and throw them to the street or just bash their faces outright. The thing is, Arthur quickly learns your everyday personality is much different than your stage persona … and it makes him nervous to talk to you when you’re not working. You being so close and personal, not distant from the stage, makes him far more bashful.

JOHN SHELBY

The club you ended up at was always a favorite of his, and it was made even better by your singing. Eventually he stopped bringing his rowdy men around because their hollering and whistling began to piss him off - though he laughed his ass off when you threw a drink at one and continued your song. When it’s much later in the evening he’ll visit, since it brings John some peace, especially after a hard night of following Tommy’s orders. He’s too embarrassed to approach you at first, though it’d be easier if you worked for a Shelby club. He’d have an excuse to talk to you, for one. His crush would be painfully obvious, though he’s far more comfortable when he meets you outside the club. Conversation and jokes come more naturally.

ADA SHELBY

You two met by chance outside of work, and tonight she was finally coming to see you sing. That's when her little attraction turned into a full-blown crush. While Ada isn't big into jazz clubs, she's into you, so she'll visit several nights a week. Once you both are close, she insists you stop by her place after work, when the sun is just coming up. She gets up to let you in and brews you some hot tea to soothe your throat before you both fall asleep in bed. When you finally agreed to work at a Shelby club, Ada wanted it extra protected. She's ready to raise hell with her brothers if they think about starting something stupid at the club you work at.

POLLY GRAY

While Polly enjoys visiting the club you perform at, she warns you about the job in general. There are plenty of entitled men that could harass you, not to mention all the idiot drunks and brawls. Before long, you’ll be employed at a Shelby club to get some “proper” protection… though Polly will still ask you to carry a knife or a gun. Her protectiveness aside, she likes to tease about what you're wearing for the night, especially if you've a habit of getting ready at her place. When you're performing she likes to give you winks and knowing looks in the hopes you'll get flustered. If she’s had several drinks, she’ll whistle.

MICHAEL GRAY

He’s not the type who likes to be smitten with people right away, so he’ll swing between trying to impress you and trying to distance and be aloof. Michael finds your performances relaxing, even if the other club guests ruin it with their noise and loud drinking. Because he wants to avoid that crowd, he shows up early during rehearsals or very late in the evening, when you’re about to quit for the night. Even before you both are an item, Michael is protective and might hire an extra bodyguard for you. He waves off your concern by insisting all Shelby club employees are kept this safe (they aren’t, and he gets jealous of the guard anyway). Michael’s feelings are so obvious to you, but he’s too proud to admit it, even when he’s driving you home and buying you flowers and leaving nice gifts in your dressing room.

ESME

She doesn’t understand why you put up with that noisy, smokey club, with all those men that stare and try to make a move the second you step off stage. She prefers when you both sing together, outside in the sunshine or under the stars. When you come home after a long night of singing, she wakes up early and gets you in a nice bath or snuggled in bed. She’ll keep the house dark through the day so you can sleep. Esme understands you need to sing to eat, but you shouldn’t work your pretty voice until it’s hoarse!

ALFIE SOLOMONS

He doesn’t visit these kinds of jazz clubs that often; it’s not Alfie’s scene, but he closed a deal in one of them. You were singing that night, and it was the only pleasant part of the evening. So he sent flowers. The next time you received flowers, it was because his men and Sabini's tore up half the club in a brawl. The third time he figured he should deliver them personally, and that's when he walked you home, too. Afterward you suddenly had a job offer in Alfie's part of town, and sometimes you'd spot him while you rehearsed. Alfie only flirts and chats when you approach him first. He doesn't want you to feel indebted or intimidated, especially since your singing really does relax him.

LIZZIE STARK

As much as Lizize loves to hear you sing, she worries about the weird men you might encounter in the club. She urges you to carry a weapon when you’re going home, or she just walks you home herself. She enjoys helping you with make-up and dressing before a show, it feels sweet and personal, and keeps her mind off any unpleasant men that might bother you in a few hours. It’s not just that they annoy her and make her worry for your safety; she gets pangs of antsy jealousy when they’re all staring and drooling after you. She’d never tell you that, though. When you come home in the wee hours of the morning, Lizzie wakes up just to give you a hug and an exhausted good morning before falling back asleep.

ISAIAH JESUS

Isaiah stumbled into the club you sing at by accident, and he wouldn’t call it love at first sight… But he does swing by nearly every other night to watch you perform. You’d start to recognize his grin and starry eyes, and even during slow nights, Isaiah would be there. He’s had some trouble with your boss because he’s quick to cause trouble with the drunks that try to harass you, but eventually you two got to talking. Isaiah was the one to talk you into joining a Shelby club because it’s safer and you’d be paid better… and he’d get to see you more. He’s pretty embarrassed by his friends teasing about his crush, but he’s undoubtedly smitten by you.

LUCA CHANGRETTA

He was a huge flirt from the start. You didn’t even work at one of his clubs, he was invited there as an exclusive guest by some New York politician, but his attention was taken right away. After a second visit, he sends a fancy bouquet. After the fifth, it’s a gold bracelet with some diamonds. Luca likes the ego boost of you looking his way and recognizing him in the crowd, and eventually he’d invite you to work for one of his clubs - especially once the one you’re at gets involved in a gang brawl. Word spreads quick that anyone making a ruckus while you sing is getting thrown out… and any idiot that tries to approach you after the show is getting a hand or nose broken. He will melt if you sing in Italian or Spanish.

ABERAMA GOLD

He’s not a regular visitor to these fancy, noisy clubs, but Aberama will make an exception for you. He loves your voice, though he much prefers hearing you hum to yourself as you get ready for the evening’s set. It’s probably for the best he doesn’t watch you sing too much, because the moment a drunk catcalls you or tries to get on the stage, he’s got them in a chokehold and politely suggesting they leave. But no matter what, if Aberama isn’t working, he walks or drives you home, no matter the hour you’re finished with work. If you work at a Shelby club and there’s some drunk or brawl that causes you trouble, he’ll absolutely give Tommy grief about it.

#im back baby #(kind of lol) #im going to bed now #thomas shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #ada shelby x reader #polly gray x reader #michael gray x reader #esme shelby x reader #alfie solomons x reader #lizzie stark x reader #isaiah jesus x reader #luca changretta x reader #aberama gold x reader

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MC with Love Language of Touch - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: Back to your regularly scheduled headcanons :) this one is a pretty old request from @divinedaughterofposeidon! I’ll be going through the older requests before moving onto the new ones, but with finals coming up I’ll probably spend more time writing and procrastinating instead of studying! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes! Requests are open :)

❤️Julian❤️

This man is absolutely a complete cuddle bug

You want a hug? He’s dropping everything (sometimes literally) to give you one immediately

You never need to worry about feeling too clingy with Julian— the man isn’t exactly distant himself

Honestly, you may even have to pry him off yourself to get him to do other things

It started as a joke, but now whenever the two of you go walking somewhere he holds his arm out so you can link yours with his like he’s escorting you around a fancy ball

This can cause a problem every once in a while, when one of you sees something interesting and nearly yanks the other off their feet to pull them to it

Sometimes when the two of you are relaxing at home, Julian will lay down with his head on your lap, holding one of your hands in his own, just gently running his thumb over your knuckles

He’s elated to have someone who doesn’t mind some of his more clingy tendencies, and he adores that you’re so willing to hold him as close as he wants to hold you

🧡Portia🧡

Physical affection is one of her favourite ways of showing you just how much she adores you!

She feels like sometimes she’s so busy that she doesn’t have enough time to properly articulate how much you mean to her, so quick hugs and squeezing your hand as she walks by are nice substitutes

Speaking of squeezing your hand, it becomes almost a little made up language for the two of you

Not like Morse code; it’s much simpler than that

One squeeze for “I love you”, two for “see you soon”, three for “I’ll miss you”, etc

When she holds your hand on walks it’s almost like having your own mini conversation

Obviously she’d prefer being closer to you, maybe cuddling or hugging or taking a nap together, but when you’re both so busy it’s nice to know that a couple hand squeezes will make up for a lack of time

💛Lucio💛

Listen, you’d be hard pressed to find a clingier man than him

Like, seriously, just try to pry him off once he’s latched onto you

He doesn’t care if it’s unprofessional, if he has to be in some sort of boring meeting, one of you is sitting in the other’s lap (or less, just cuddling— he will have a couch brought into the room solely so that he can cuddle you)

He likes to have you on his right side so that he can feel you properly— his golden arm is amazing, but he likes to run his hand up and down whatever bare skin of yours he can reach, and it’s not quite the same with a metal hand

Sometimes if he’s feeling extra clingy while you’re having a conversation with someone else, he’ll stand beside or behind you and lean in really close until your faces are practically smooshed together

It works great for weirding other people enough for them to leave you alone as well as making you laugh, which is one of his favourite sounds

💚Muriel💚

Out of the main love interest’s, Muriel is perhaps the most unused to touch

I mean, he’s obviously not touch-starved, seeing as that would be nearly impossible while having Asra as a friend, but with how large he is, he can sometimes be a bit nervous when showing physical affection

He tries his best to be gentle, never hugging you too hard, and constantly asking if he’s being too rough

He’s even a little nervous to sleep in the same bed with you, worried that he may role over and squish you or accidentally smother you

But he does enjoy it when you use him as a pillow when cuddling or sleeping together

He’s still a little anxious, but having you draped on top of him relaxes him

Not only is it pleasant to have full-body contact with you, he finds the pressure of having you lying over with your full weight to be grounding

💙Asra💙

Everyone knows for a fact that Asra likes to be in physical contact with you, whether they even wanted to know that or not

He is consistently touching you in some way, whether it’s an arm around your waist while talking with a vendor, or locking your pinkies together in a crowded space so you don’t get separated

If you just happen to be laying around somewhere at home, reading a book, taking a nap, or just daydreaming, he will drape himself over you like a cat

He likes to be as close to you as possible, and sometimes acts like a bit of an octopus by wrapping himself around you and refusing to let go

After so long of not being able to hold you the way he wanted to, he cherishes every moment he can spend pressed up against you

Even if the two of you are having a disagreement, you’ll probably just have to sleep with your backs pressed against each other because he would miss you too much otherwise

You’ll never even have the opportunity to miss his touch because he will constantly smother you with affection every single chance he gets

💜Nadia💜

At first you may think that she’s not really one for touch, but you’d be wrong

As someone who is constantly standing tall and somewhat intimidating above all else, she finds it relaxing to just scoop you into her arms at the end of the day and smother you with love

She has a bit of a hard time expressing herself through touch at first, seeing as most of her previous relationships were devoid of such comforts, but once she finds her footing, there’s no stopping her

One of her favourite things to do is run her fingers through your hair, and style it, if you’ll allow her

She adores having her haired played with as well, as she finds it soothing

If she has a busy day, and not much time to spend with you, she’ll never fail to gently caress your cheek before she heads off to face the day

#the arcana #the arcana headcanon #the arcana hc #arcana #arcana headcanon #Julian devorak #Julian headcanon #Julian arcana #julian x mc #Portia devorak #Portia headcanon #Portia arcana #portia x mc #lucio #count lucio #lucio headcanon #lucio arcana #lucio x mc #Muriel arcana #muriel headcanon #Muriel x mc #Asra #Asra alnazar #Asra arcana #asra headcanon #Asra x mc #Nadia satrinava #Nadia arcana #Nadia headcanon #Nadia x mc

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How the VDL Gang Members would react to Pregnant Reader

So here we go @selahshits, I’ve gone with the Pregnant Reader hc, because I don’t have a huge amount of time on my hands right now and would want to do ADHD or PTSD headcanons justice through proper research. I’ve gone with my favourite boys Arthur, Charles and John and also thrown Sadie in the mix. Thank you for your request!

Arthur

Arthur is shocked and certainly needs some time to adjust to the news. He may even leave camp for a few days just to get his head wrapped around everything.

He doesn’t want a similar situation to happen to you as it did with Eliza and Isaac, so he’s very determined not to repeat his mistakes there, but he also is convinced that he would not be a good father for the baby.

Hell, he’s struggled to come to terms with your love and affection for him, so he may even try to push you away or convince you to leave the gang. Do you have friends or family you could stay with? Ideally within a town or city? Arthur will do his best to persuade you to go to them if you do.

But if you don’t, or if you insist you’re not going anywhere, then overly protective father mode will activate! And my goodness, you can’t bend down to pick up a sock or brush your horse, without Arthur either demanding her do it himself or nervously hovering nearby!

At some point you may even get into an argument that he’s being too controlling. It may take a good talk from Hosea to get him dial it back!

Arthur might even get into some arguments with Dutch around the situation, as he begins to go out on fewer jobs because of his concerns for you… and who knows, maybe he begins to think about leaving the gang and having a peaceful, contented life with you and the baby.

Charles

Charles is pleased for you both, the loss of his family means he’s always wanted to have a family of his own one day and protect you both.

But he is worried. The life in the gang is dangerous and he doesn’t want to disappear from his baby’s life like his own experience with his mother and father. He knows how heart-breaking that can be and how much it weighs heavily on his mind.

As he’s only been with the VDL gang for a short time, he may be quicker to suggest leaving, though he still finds it a difficult idea to stomach as he has grown to like and respect so many people in the gang.

But the safety and well being of you and your baby are his top priorities from that moment onwards.

Charles is definitely one to rub your back when you need it and when you’re both alone to talk gently to your baby bump.

He’ll tell the baby how much he loves them and how excited he is to meet them, but he also whispers all the stories and songs his mother taught to him, and plans to continue this when your baby is born, so the baby will know all about their heritage.

Sadie

Sadie would immediately be protective and caring, literally any request you make large or small would be no bother to her.

She doesn’t find it weird when you request pickles/beef jerky/tinned peaches mixed with tinned salmon at two in the morning! Hell, she’ll wake up the store owner and demand he open shop.

She would be an absolute star at making sure you were comfortable and had all you needed, but she would be a little concerned about the role she could play in the baby’s life.

She wouldn’t say she’s naturally maternal or deals well with whininess, but she has some experience in looking after kids and likes it when they get a little older and are more independent.

She’s excited about the future and being there for you and your baby. But you may have to convince her that the baby needs a proper home to grow up in, rather than dragging them along either in a gang or sticking them in a hotel room while she’s bounty hunting.

But she will see the practicality of the suggestion and the idea of building a warm, loving home with you and your baby is something she likes the sound of.

John

Uh-oh!

I’m kidding. It really depends with John. Are we talking a Jack-esque situation or a more settled epilogue John situation?

If it’s the former, he’s hard-pressed to ignore his old instincts to run for the hills. His main concerns are actually what Dutch and Hosea will think.

He’s already had a tough enough time with the lectures from both, the resentful or frustrated sighs, and the disappointment he caused when leaving the first-time round.

He may even try to hide how he’s really feeling from you and pretend everything’s fine, though he’s a poor actor and you can see all too clearly that he’s worried.

It’ll be difficult to get him to speak openly about how he is feeling and you may need to be strong to not feel the sting of rejection if John may even admit to not wanting another baby at all. This will stem more from his own concerns about failing as a father with Jack.

If it’s the latter, then he’s nervous, but delighted. His concerns may actually lead him to wanting to be better.

He was distant and emotionally unavailable when dealing with Abigail’s pregnancy, so in this instance he’ll do his utmost to be supporting and loving.

He’s not as willing to wake up in the middle of the night to get tinned peaches and if he’s working hard on the ranch may feel a bit aggrieved that he won't get his feet or back rubbed, after he offers to do that for you!

There may be a few grumbles, but get him to feel the baby kicking and he’ll be in absolute awe, to the point where he’ll ask you to ‘Do it again!’ and you’ll need to point out that’s entirely up to the baby!

#arthur morgan #charles smith #john marston #sadie adler #headcanons #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr #hcs #pregnancy #pregnant reader #f/reader #baby

[merci-bitch]

Happier Than Ever

Angelique Bouchard x fem!reader 

Request : Would you consider writing some jealous or possessive Angelique? It’s okay if not! :) - Anonymous 

Warning(s) : swearing, angst, small nsfw, trauma, claustrophobia, 

Words : 3k

A/N : I do apologize, this probably wasn’t what you wanted but it just came to me. I like this, even if there’s spelling mistakes. I don’t proof read :/. I do hope you all enjoy it! Sorry it’s taken so long! Xx

"Angie, this isn't fair!"

Angie only grinned at you as she finished tightening the chains that were wrapped around you. Standing up straight, she looked down at you. A pouty smile on her lips. Angie placed her hands on her hips.

"You know, we could have avoided this situation of you loved me."

"I do love you! Please just get me out of here." Your tone desperate. Struggling against the chains despite the small amount of space you had in the box. Angie threw her head back in laughter.

"Angelique!" You barked at her. Catching her off guard at the harsh tone. She stopped laughing at the sound of her full name. She leant down slowly again. Letting her slim fingers trace against your cheek. Despite your obvious fear, you couldn't help but lean into her touch. Your eyelids closing as you felt her lips on your forehead. Sniffing softly, looking up at her with glossy eyes. Expecting her to let you out.

"Better keep your head down, goldwing."

"Angie don't do this to me. You know I hate small spaces!" You nearly screamed. Feeling panic arise in you. Angie said nothing as she stood at full height once again. She seemed to think of something to say. It wasn't usual for the elegant Angie Bouchard to not know what to say. Moment cut short as she broke the silence. "So here's the deal."

Angie moved her hands up under her lace dress, watching with pleasure as she saw how your eyes widened in shock. Pulling the lacy panties down her legs, snapping it at her left ankle. "I'm gonna destroy everything you love." She said as she leant down and covered your lower face with her underwear. Tugging it behind your ears. "And you're gonna take some time to think about us."

Angie grinned from ear to ear as she grabbed the lid of the coffin and started to close it. "See you soon my love."  Blowing you a kiss before closing the lid. Leaving you in complete darkness with your lover's underwear as a mask on your face. +

-

"It's not like I don't want her. Sometimes I feel as I'm more honest in my dreams and she's been in quite a few."

"Does she make you happy?"

"The more time goes, I feel as if I was made for her. Angie's comet that comes around more then I do."

"Have you been getting sleep Y/N?"

"I haven't slept since Sunday. Midnight is like 3 AM to me."

Julia leant back in her chair and crossed her legs as she watched you. Something was off. "You never answered my question if she made you happy Y/N."

You sat up and looked at Julia. Feeling your nerves burn. "Was this Liz's idea? Of course it was!"

Your tone caught Julia off guard. Stumbling with her words as you walked your way towards the door, only to watch you come back.

"I hate the way she looks at me. I can't stand the dialogue she can't speak. I know she'll never be satisfied and though I ty to tell myself that I hate her - I can't. It's all I think about when I'm behind the wheel. Is this how I'm going to feel forevermore?"

Your tone cracking at the end of speaking. Sniffing and clearing your throat, drying your eyes; looking back at Julia. Seeing her surprised eyes.

"I could never hate her. She's all I've got left of mother."

With that you left Julia's office. Nearly running down the stairs. You felt your throat tighten. Ears ringing like high keys of a piano being played. A storm forming inside your head. Sounds of loud speaking blasting in your head. Vision black and white, spiralling.

Reaching the front door, using your strength to open the old wooden door open. As if someone hit you in the face with a pillow, the wind hit you. The heavy rain flooding down replacing the blasting sound in your ears. Closing your eyes, feeling everything go away for just a moment. Letting your shoulders fall back down.

"Y/N!"

Turning around you saw Liz standing at the top of the stairs. Her face tense. You turned around again and started walking outside. Hearing her fast steps behind you. Gasping, the raindrops cold against your burning skin. Taking a moment to collect yourself, a moment too long as Liz grabbed your arm, nearly dragging you back inside.

"Are you insane?!"

Ripping your arm from her grip. "What do you mean Liz? Am I not allowed to have my opinions?" Turning so your back was facing her. Looking out again, waiting. You heard Liz groan of frustration. "Your mother wouldn't ha-"

"Don't talk to me about mother! I thought we both agreed to keep her out of this Liz!"

Your mother died when you were a teenager, when Carolyn was little. She wasn't sick. It was a sudden passing. One morning she just collapsed and didn't wake up. Of course, everything changed after that. Except Roger. Roger is Roger. Still an asshole. You and Liz became more distant and cold against each other. You never really understood why. You loved your aunt. Then Angie happened. It ruined your relationship completely. Silly you to fall in love. You'd gone to therapy to help with the trauma of seeing your mother die in front of you but you stopped years ago. You got over it, or at least pretended to. Nothing lasts, you knew the deal.

"Y/N, are you waiting for someone?" Liz asked.

"Maybe."

"She won't come, you know. She never does. She has you as a souvenir, just waiting to sell you off."

"And you think making me talk to Julia will change my mind?!" You turned around to look at her. Daring her to continue, but of course. She didn't. It's so weird that we care so much, until we don't. Things you once enjoyed, just kept you employed now. The things you longed for, will one day be boring to you.

You turned around around again, silently agreeing with Liz. She wasn't coming. You started walking.

"Y/N! You'll catch a cold!"

"So be it! It's not like any of you would care if I actually got sick, or collapsed like mother!" You screamed back at her.

"Y/N stop walking, god dammit!"

You turned around and saw Liz running towards you. Wrapping her jacket around you, the one you loved as a kid. She squeezed your arm. "Be back to dinner." You nodded your head short and flipped up the hood and made your way into town.

The walk was mid long, but cold in the rain. And of course wet. leaving you looking like a wet dog by the time you reached the town. People giving you weird glances as you stepped into Angel Bay. Stepping into the elevator, breathing normally again after walking through stinking fish. Pulling down the hod and scratching your scalp. Brushing through your hair with your fingers, trying to make it look presentable. Ending up with tying it in a ponytail. Opening the jacket, to show that there was some part of you that was dry.

As you stepped out, you bumped into someone. The person nearly knocking you to the ground, had they not held a strong grip around your waist.

"I deeply apologise! I didn't see where I was going." A man said as he helped you stand up straight again.

"No worries! I am as much to blame as you. I'm Y/N." You chuckled and held your hand out.

The guy didn't take your hand, but hugged you instead. Catching you by surprise but sooner or later you hugged him back. "You're a hugger I see."

He pulled back and scratched the back of his neck and looked to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I should have asked."

"No. Not at all. It's alright. I do love a good hug." You smiled at him and softly hit his arm. He gave you a small smile back. "I'm Matt."

"Nice to meet you Matt. I sense you're new here."

Matt nodded his head and collected his papers that'd been on the floor. "Yeah, I had an interview earlier. With Ms. Bouchard?"

You nodded. "Scary thing, isn't she?"

Matt seemed hesitant to answer. As if he was scared people would hear his answer. It made you laugh. "No need to be scared. She can't hurt you, not while I'm around, buddy."

Matt seemed to relax as you said it. Giving you a smile back. "Thanks Y/N."

"You wanna grab coffee tomorrow? At the little cafe by the corner at 11?"

"I'd like that. See you then Y/N!" Matt waved as he stepped inside the elevator. You waved back until the doors closed and then made your way towards Angie's office.

"Hello Miriam, is she in?"

"Good morning Y/N. Yes, I'll le-"

You opened the door to her office to see her on the phone. Closing the door behind you. Angie raised an eyebrow and looked you up and down as she continued to speak with whoever it was on the line. Suddenly, locking eye contact with you.

"Well, I'd be dammed."

She kept the eye contact as she put down the telephone and stood up. Not saying anything, but just looking at you. Taking you in. It almost made you feel uncomfortable. Your gaze turned to her desk, on the left corner. The little cow you'd given her as a present years ago.

"You still have the cow I gave you."

"Don't change subject."

The sharp reply caught you off guard. Nearly making you flinch. Rolling your shoulders back, looking up at her, seeing how tense her shoulders were. She'd clenched her jaw.

"What subject? You didn't even speak."

"Oh, but you certainly did."

"What on earth are you talking about Angie?"

"Coffee? Tomorrow at 11?" She mimicked your voice. That's when it hit you. Of course she'd know.

"You have some secret spy out there?"

"Do not take me for a fool Y/N!" Angie rarely shouted at you. You heard her scream and shout at others but never at you. It made you flinch and want to crawl out of your skin. Slowly, you sat down in one of the chairs in front of her desk. Pulling the jacket tighter to you.

"I-I don't think you're a fool Angie."

"Then give me one good reason I shouldn't fire him."

"Fire him? He was just being nice!"

"Nice? Darling girl, he likes you."

Angie's tone got slick. Her lips curling into that familiar wicked smile. She slowly leant over her desk.

"He doesn't like me. He was just being nice since be bumped into me." You shrugged your shoulders.

"I think I know when someone smears themselves over what's mine." Angie crosses her arms and straightened her back.

"Alright, don't start with that. He was just being nice. You scare him." You crossed your legs and leant back in the chair. Trying to get comfortable in an uncomfortable chair was impossible.

"You know when you said you'd get me anything?"

"Yes."

"Get new chairs."

Angie groaned and walked around her desk, stopping behind you. Letting her hands rest on your shoulders. Automatically you tensed up at her touch. Making her tsk.

"So tense, my dear." She gripped your shoulders more firmly and leant down to whisper in your ear, "Do I scare you?"

A small blush crept up your chest. No matter how many times she touched you, it always had the same reaction and you doubted it'd ever change. Clearing your throat. "A little."

Angie's low chuckle sent shivers down your spine. Her hands squeezed your shoulders as she left small little kisses on the back of your neck before standing up again. You heard her do something behind you. "Why do you smell like a wet dog."

You snorted. "Well, someone forgot to pick me up as they promised."

"I had another meeting darling."

You rolled your eyes. "When don't you have one."

You felt Angie stand right behind you. Her front pressing against your back.

"Let me make it up to you." Her hands slid down your shoulders, further down your chest. Slipping under your shirt, cupping your breasts in your bra, giving them a squeeze. Leaning down and brushing her nose against the back of your neck. Her scent filling you up. Leaning your head slightly back, pushing your chest up in her hands. Angie's lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

"No, no stop."

You jerked away from her, standing up and shaking your whole body. Readjusting your shirt and bra. Angie turned around and glared at you. "What's the matter with you?"

"I don't want it."

"Don't want what Y/N."

"Just - can you step away."

For once she did what you asked. It was a first for both of you. You'd never neglected her touch. In one way or another. "Sorry. I had another fight with Liz before I came here. She mentioned my mother, that's all."

Angie watched you with curiosity. "No, don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"I'm not telling you about it."

"I never said you had to, sweetheart." Her tone was smooth like butter. Her posture told a different story. You looked up at Angie. Those piercing blue eyes. You'd get lost in them like an ocean.

"She said you only kept me a souvenir. Planning to sell me off." It was barely a whisper. You saw how Angie's whole aura changed again. Angie scoffed and walked back to her desk. Lightning a cigarette. "Liz and her extraordinary thoughts."

"Am I a souvenir to you Angie?"

"Of course not." Angie said as she sat down and opened her folder again. Setting her brain on work again.

It went quiet and you just stood there. Watching her work. Of course. Work. If she didn't get what she wanted, what was the point?

"I'm not a mirror you know."

She didn't answer.

"Times have changed, haven't they?"

Angie hummed. Clearly not listening. You knew her motto. When she got bored, she got something new. In this case it involved you.

"What a drag to love you like I do."

This caught her attention. "What do you mean Y/N."

"You know, Julia asked if you made me happy. I didn't answer her question."

Angie slowly stood up as you spoke. Her expression hard. Serious. Frightening.

"You're all it takes for me to break a promise. Silly me for falling in love with you."

You turned your back to her and walked towards the door only to jump away as a vase was thrown behind you at the door. Shattering all over the floor around the door. You turned around and looked at Angie with shock written across your face. "Are you insane?!" You looked back to the broken glass laying across the floor. Stepping away from it.

"Everybody dies. Surprise, surprise." Angie said as she walked towards you. Backing you up against the wall. Trapping you.

"You could have hit me!"

"I could never dare lay a finger on you, my dear."

"You almost did!"

"Don't tell, goldwing."

You looked over to the glass again. Angie pulled your chin back and leant in to kiss you. The kiss bruising. Harsh but full of passion. Something she never lacked. Pulling away when she needed air, but not too far. Brushing her nose against yours.

"I'd be dammed before I ever see that man touch you again."

"You're jealous."

"Not in the slightest. I don't share what's rightfully mine."

"Rightfully? Let's get one thing straight, you don't own me Angie."

"Oh, I don't? You have been to clarify that many times, my darling girl."

The statement made you blush. You hit her shoulder. "I'm allowed to have friends."

"Friends who don't touch."

You rolled your eyes at her. Stepping away from her once again. Stepping over the glass. Careful not to step in it. "You know, if you can't handle me having friends. I can't handle you." -

+

You don't remember how you got into the coffin in the first place. You remember walking to the door again and then everything going black. Then waking up with Angie leaning above you, and you tied up in a coffin. You knew she was a witch. Since Barnabas came, everyone knew. Everyone who was a Collins. It didn't really change anything. It made you understand her outstanding beauty. A powerful woman, quite literally.

Struggling once again with the chains that were wrapped tight around you. The underwear making it hard to breathe, the air dampening your face; making it hot. Panic started creeping up inside you. Your eyes started to sting as you continued to struggle. The general air inside the coffin was musty, and bad. Small tears making their way down your cheeks. Sobs bubbling up in your throat, threatening to spill.

"Angelique!"

You screamed the best you could as a sob covered it. Feeling your whole body sake with fear. Your ears were popping the moment you started screaming. You didn't knew what you were screaming, if it was for help or Angie. The more tears, the more screams and the more fear. You knew Angie would do the opposite of what she said she would. If this was her idea of a punishment, you weren't sure if you'd ever recover. Different thoughts went through your head. Was Liz right? Was Angie right? Were you the only bad person here? Were Angie the cause of everything?

"Angelique! Come back! Please!"

You knew she wasn't there. You knew she wasn't coming back. A point of you wanted her to come back and another didn't. People heard you, but listened to her. You were never heard. Happier than ever, and you wished it wasn't true.

You were wasting your breath. You didn't relate to her. You ever told anyone anything bad about her. You loved her. She was your everything but at what cause? She ruined everything good for you.

Nearly choking on your tears, the air getting tighter. Using the last you had, screaming your lungs out. The ringing in your ears getting worse. Was this how you were gonna die? By the hands of the woman you loved? Was this the price you had to pay for loving her? You'd never get over her. She held your heart, even if you didn't want her to.

Happier than ever. A fake story. Nothing lasts, you knew the deal.

#angelique bouchard x reader #Dark Shadows

[favefandomimagines]

The Worst Holiday (ace.)

Summary: Ace tries to whoo you on Valentine’s Day but forgets that you hate the holiday.

AN: hehe i’m back with more ace x reader

tags: @derekmorganscrocs @bookish-bucky @remmyswritings

You were starting your shift at The Claw, like it was any other day, until you walked out on to the main floor and saw the horrendous decorations. Pink, red and white paper hearts were littered all over the walls and flowers were placed on every table. No doubt Bess’ handy work.

Grimacing at the sight, you turned around and walked back into the kitchen. You hated Valentine’s Day. You thought it was a stupid holiday, invented by the candy companies and Hallmark. It was the worst holiday that had ever been invented. 

Seeing the noticeable lack of a certain bus boy, caused your eyebrows to furrow. “Y/N! Just the girl I was looking for.” Ace announced, walking into the kitchen, hands behind his back. 

You scanned him up and down with a suspicious look on your face. “You’re acting weird.” You said. “Well, I uh, I got you something.” He replied. That peaked your interest as you walked towards him, arms crossed over your chest. 

Ace removed his hands from behind his back, to reveal a heart-shaped box of chocolates. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” Ace said. 

You had feelings for Ace since sophomore year of high school but Laura Tandy was always his main interest. After you started working at The Claw, and Laura left him, Ace got a chance to get to know you better and he started falling for you. 

He never was able to build up the courage to tell you but then Valentine’s Day rolled around and he thought it was perfect. 

“Thanks, Ace, but I hate Valentine’s Day. It’s a holiday that has no meaning behind it.” You replied. “But I appreciate the gesture.” You added, placing a hand on his arm before leaving the kitchen. 

Ace watched you walk away and instantly thought of what he could do next. What else could he do to show that he was serious. “Did she like the chocolates?” Bess asked, approaching the young man. 

“No. Because she hates Valentine’s Day. I need to do something that has nothing to do with this stupid holiday and that’s more about her.” He answered. 

“Well, what does she like?” Bess questioned. “Um, well she likes to sing. She’ll hum sometimes when she’s cleaning tables. She loves sunflowers, she told me once they remind her of trips to the Hamptons with her mom. And uh, she likes to bake.” Ace explained. 

Bess found it heartwarming that Ace paid so much attention to you. In her experience, no one she ever dated paid that much attention to her favorite things. 

“Let’s start with the singing. What’s her favorite song to sing?” She said. “Um, ‘Here Comes the Sun’ by The Beatles.” Ace answered. “Great. And I have a quarter. We’re slow right now, so go play it on the jukebox and ask her to dance.” Bess said. “Ask her to dance?” Ace questioned. 

“Yes. Girls love that stuff.” Bess explained. Ace took the quarter from Bess’ hand and walked out of the kitchen. 

He saw you standing at one of the high tables, filling the salt and pepper shakers. He walked over to the jukebox, his eyes still on you. Ace put the quarter in the machine and pressed the number for the song. 

The beginning of the song started to play, causing you to start humming along. As you were filling up a salt shaker, you saw a hand extended towards you and looked up to find it belonged to Ace. 

“Wanna dance?” He asked. A smile slowly crept its way to on your face as you took his hand. Ace led further out away from the table and placed a hand on your waist, the other still holding on to your hand.

The two of you swayed back and forth to the music as you hummed along to the song. “I knew you liked this song.” Ace spoke up. “Really?” You asked. “You hum it a lot and you’ve mentioned that it was your favorite song.” He answered. 

You looked up at him, a look of complete adoration on your face. You noticed Ace was beginning to lean in, as were you until George’s booming voice split the two of you apart. 

“This isn’t a dance hall. We have work to do.” She ordered You cleared your throat and looked down at your feet before looking up and giving Ace a bashful smile. “We should, uh, get back to work.” You stammered. “Yeah, yeah. We should.” He replied. 

You then grabbed the containers of salt and pepper and walked back to the storage room to put them away. 

Ace groaned at how quickly the moment was ruined. “How’d it go?” Bess asked, appearing out of nowhere. “George kind of ruined it.” Ace answered. “Then we go to the next part; sunflowers.” She said.

“You think that’ll work?” He asked. “Of course it will. You know how important her mom is to her after what happened with her dad. You remembering how much she loves sunflowers may seem like a small thing but to her it’ll probably mean so much more.” Bess explained.

Ace took a deep breath before nodding his head. “Okay. Okay, let’s do this.” He said.

Bess recruited Nick to help Ace get a bouquet of sunflowers and bring them to The Claw.

“Why did you need these?” Nick asked, approaching both Bess and Ace. “Ace is going to give them to Y/N.” Bess answered. “You’re into Y/N?” Nick questioned. “Yes, okay? I’m into Y/N. Now give me the flowers.” Ace said, taking the flowers from Nick’s hand.

You exited the kitchen with a tray full of ketchup bottles in your hand when you noticed Ace with the sunflowers.

“Sunflowers?” You questioned. “Uh, yes. These are for you.” Ace stammered, holding them out to you.

You set the tray down and carefully took the flowers. “How did you know I like sunflowers?” You asked. “You always talked about going to the Hamptons with your mom and how much you love sunflowers because of that. And I know you hate Valentine’s Day but I probably would have done this sooner if I wasn’t so nervous.” Ace explained.

“Nervous about what?” You asked. Ace paused for a moment, deciding if he wanted to tell you the truth or not. “I-I think I love you, Y/N. I know I have strong feelings for you and I have since you started working here.” He said. 

You were taken aback by Ace’s sudden confession and you happy that your feelings weren’t unrequited. But you kept thinking about how quickly he’s gone back to Laura in the past and you weren’t sure if you could handle that kind of heart break. 

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way. I have for years but there’s just one problem.” You said. “What?” Ace asked. “Laura Tandy.” You answered. “You’ve gone back to her at the drop of a hat and I don’t think I can be the second option.” You added. 

“Laura and I are done. I ended everything with her the second I realized how I felt about you. You’re amazing, Y/N and Laura is nothing but a distant memory.” He told you.

“Really?” You asked. “Yes, really.” Ace confirmed. You smiled at him as you took the sunflowers from his hands. “Then you can take me on a real date. But tomorrow, not on the worst holiday ever. Though maybe I have a new reason to like Valentine’s Day.” You said, before pressing a light kiss on his cheek.

“Can we get back to work now? Why am I even paying you people?” George demanded.

You smiled back at Ace as you walked back to your locker to put the flowers away.

“I told you it would work!” Bess cheered. “She’s right though, this holiday sucks.” Ace commented.

Though Ace was very new to the world of actual, real life dates, the two of you had an amazing time together. So much so, that everyday at work, George sprays you with a spray bottle because you and Ace can’t seem to get enough of each other.

#imagine #imagines #ace nancy drew x reader #nancy drew cw #ace nancy drew #ace imagine #ace #nancy drew imagine #nancy drew characters

[violetlilysunshine]

I literally cannot imagine an argument with either Sam or Harry so I’d love to see your take on that!! ❤️

I can’t imagine an argument with them either, but imma try my best!

We've got a lot of Harry so imma gonna pick Sam

Warnings: language, angsty

So you've been feeling lonely for a few days

You and Sam have been together for about 6 months, but he's been a little distant

And you know it's just because Tom and Harry are back in town and he's trying to soak up as much time with them as he can, but you wanna hang with him as well, maybe you could go with them

Of course you don't wanna push yourself in where you're not wanted, so you don't say anything when he cancels plans yet again

You just turn your phone off and settle on the couch with ice cream and To All the Boys I've Loved Before (sorry this is my obsession rn don't hate me)

And he’s tried calling and texting after they finished dinner but of course your phone is off so you don’t see it

He’s leaving messages every half hour, hoping you’ll hear them

But of course you don’t and now you’re starting the second movie

You’re halfway through when there’s an incessant knocking on your door

At first you think about just ignoring it, but you’re in the living room and you know whoever it is can see the TV through the window

So you peek out the peephole and see Sam

“Go away,” you call through the door

“What’s going on? Please let me in,” he says, tone worried

“No,” is all you answer

“Why, darling? I want to see you. Didn’t you get my messages?”

“Turned my phone off Sam, and you could’ve seen me but you cancelled… again,” you answer, voice defeated

You don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t want to argue, you just want to be alone

He starts calling, “let me in,” still knocking on your door, “please just wanna talk”

And rather than stand here and yell through the door you let him in, because it’s clear he’s not going away

You open the door just the slightest and step back

He slips in, closing the door behind him. He sees the empty ice cream cartons and To All the Boys paused on the TV

“What’s wrong my dear?” he questions, “we’ve been weird all week, just wanna make it right…”

“You cancelled, again,” you start

“I know, darling, and I’m so sorry, just wanted to be with my brothers, haven’t seen ‘em in so long”

“But you’ve been with them all week!” you screech, finally letting you anger bubble over, “I know you missed them, but I miss you!”

He stood there at a loss for words

“Nothing to say?”

He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth like he’s going to say something calmly but instead he yells, something he’s never done before, “well they’re my brothers! And I don’t know, I thought you’d respect that!”

“Well Sam, I’m sorry that I miss you and I don’t want to be clingy but why can’t we all hang out together?” you counter, trying to find a solution instead of continuing to yell

“Well I want some alone time with them too,” he says, still loud but not screaming anymore

“And that’s fine, but I do need to meet them at some point…”

“You’re right, but not yet, just wanna be brother Sam for a few more days, not brother and his girlfriend.”

“Then why did you even bother to make plans with me!” you yell again, “you should’ve just gone with them and I could’ve done something else! Then I wouldn’t be sitting here feeling like shit!”

“Well I’m sorry, but I didn’t know they were going to want to do something!”

Your face falls instantly, “so I’m just a second choice then? Second best…” you answer, voice small and tears pooling I’m your eyes

“No, darling,” he’s quick to try to save himself but you cut him off

“I think you should go,” you look at the floor, “don’t wanna do this right now,” you whisper

“Darli-”

“No,” you cut him off again, sniffling as you say, “please just go”

His head drops, and he backs out the door, knowing he messed up and there’s no fixing it right now

You lock the door behind him, then sink back on the couch

You turn your phone on to call a friend, you need more ice cream and maybe she’ll bring some

You’re met with all the messages from him

Just as you’re dialing her number you get another text from him, “you’re never second best, darling”

And then another comes in right after, “I’m so sorry”

Eek sorry this is kinda bad but idk how to fix it

400 Celebration!

Read from the Weekend!

#sam holland #sam holland headcannon #sam holland fluff #sam holland x reader #boyfriend sam holland #violet answers #violet's celebration #violetwrites #violetlilysunshine #sam holland angst

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

how do you think edward would react if he was in the same truck-baseball game time loop bella was in (either if bella was in it or wasn't, whatever you prefer)

For reference, that one time Bella's stuck in a time loop.

Are we asking to make Edward even crazier than usual? Well, that will surely go... interesting places. Let's do it.

Edward In the Loop With Bella

Loop One

There Edward is, facing off with James, Victoria, and Laurent, gearing up for the fight of his life as he realizes exactly what it is James wants and is planning and then...

Then he blinks, he's in the parking lot, Bella's about to be hit by a van.

Edward panics, desperately saves her life, and has no idea what's happening. Did he... hallucinate those months? Were those his lovesick dreams of having Bella for himself?

Of course they were, he says as he drives to the hospital in Bella's car, sobbing as he listens to George Michael's Careless Whisper. For Bella, this bright, beautiful, angelic girl, could never love a beast such as him. He desperately tries to put his love for Bella out of his mind, for it can never be, what they had was a dream and nothing more.

BEEEEEELLLLLLLAAAAAA!

Bella ruins this noble, romantic, tragedy in two seconds when Edward enters the hospital and goes, "You're not going to believe me, but I'm from the fuuuuuuutuuuuuuure!"

Well, Edward doesn't actually like that, makes all of this a little anticlimactic. He questions her extensively, tries to convince her that she's just hallucinating, she hit her head pretty hard, but eventually gives up. Their memories seem to match up exactly, he and Bella are actually from the future.

Edward's not even sure why he's disappointed himself, yet, somehow he is.

He goes home and gets to be the one to tell the Cullens it's all fine, he's from the future, Bella is too, they're not going to kill her because Edward's in love with her, can we skip this?

The Cullens stare, Alice really doesn't know how she feels about this, but we get a similar reaction to canon. Where Carlisle says, "Alright then... I guess this means no moving."

Edward sighs, for the first time, he doesn't really feel like going to Bella's that night. He instead sits at the piano, playing Chop Sticks, wondering why he feels so despondent.

Bella loves him, he loves Bella, they're dating, he has everything he ever wanted. Why isn't he happy?

He gets to school and Bella's very clingy and seems to want to pick off exactly where they left off. She wants Edward to sit with her at lunch, she's talking about visiting the Cullens as soon as possible, she wants to go on a real date.

And Edward realizes that he doesn't have to battle with himself to stay away from Bella anymore, he's done that. He doesn't have to rescue her in Port Angeles, Bella's not going. He's not taking her to the meadow, he's done that too.

Edward's been there and done that for all of this. This isn't even a chance to redo his mistakes, if he'd really made any, because all the things he'd want to do again involve Bella who came back with him.

Edward throws himself into dating Bella, trying to shake himself loose from this strange sense of apathy. Bella doesn't even seem to notice the difference in him, something in Edward... grows a little cold.

He finds himself to returning to his plans of how best to nobly leave her. Something he always acknowledged he would do, but before looked at with reluctance. Now he actively schemes when and how it should occur.

He should wait until summer, that will be easiest on the family for the pretext of "moving", and that way he can go to Prom with Bella. She'll get over him quickly, move on with her human life, while Edward watches her from the shadows.

Bella finally starts to notice that Edward is... distant. She tries to confront him, ask what she's doing wrong, and desperately throws herself into the relationship. That just makes it worse for Edward.

The pair start fighting, Edward insists Bella does not come to the baseball game, and just then they loop again.

Loop Two

Edward's back in the parking lot, Bella's about to be hit by a van. Edward once again heroically saves her, but he feels as if he's going through the motions.

In the hospital room, neither Bella nor Edward say a word to one another, both realize exactly what has happened. After a moment of silence, Edward suggests that, perhaps, what they need is distance.

Just a few weeks apart.

Bella says nothing.

Edward consults Alice, telling her what's been happening to him, and Alice tells him that as far as she can tell nothing is wrong with time itself. Her visions work as usual, it's just that Edward and Bella's decisions have changed.

Though, not the outcomes, Alice confirms that either Bella will become a vampire or she'll die. Alice suggests, hesitantly, that if this keeps happening perhaps Bella has to be a vampire to stop this.

Perhaps that's why Alice only sees two futures. Because any future where Bella remains human, they loop.

Edward refuses to accept this in a rage. This, this cannot happen, he will loop for all eternity rather than turn Bella! HE IS NOT A TOY OF FATE!

There's a fire in Edward now, he returns through Bella's bedroom window, and restarts their passionate romance. Bella's thrilled, the love of her life has come back for her, she cries tears of joy.

For months, Bella and Edward are back in the honeymoon stage of their romance.

They loop again.

Loop Three

Bella points out that they're still looping. This is... starting to get weird. Maybe they should figure out solutions to this?

Edward says THIS IS FINE, with Alice's words ringing in the back of his mind. Bella can never know.

Too bad for him, this is Bella's first guess. Maybe, if she becomes a vampire, somehow the loops will stop. EDWARD WILL NEVER TARNISH HER LIKE THAT.

Bella is very hurt, and upset, and asks if Edward will seriously spend forever, trapped in these few months, unable to move forward rather than turn her.

Edward desperately tries to convince her that these months are wonderful. You love being trapped in this timeframe, Bella.

He romances her harder than ever, only this time, Bella's the one that's not thrilled.

She and Edward have no future. Edward would literally rather be trapped in this utterly absurd scenario, never able to move forward with their lives, rather than turn her into a vampire.

A lot of fights happen. In desperation, Edward proves that they can move forward, that this endless loop is what vampirism itself is like, where time ceases to have meaning. He proposes to Bella, they will marry.

Bella flat out says no, she doesn't want to marry, and god marry while she's still in highschool? Can she even legally get married right now?

Edward... did not expect that answer.

The pair end up on and off fighting up until the loop happens.

Loop Four

This time, distracted by his own ire, Edward forgets to stop the van. Bella is crushed, Edward and the family have to hightail it out of there to not slurp her blood off the asphalt, and Edward is horrified.

He... murdered Bella. She's dead, because he allowed petty arguments to distract him. Oh god.

To his horror, the loop keeps going, and he lives in terror that it will proceed past the baseball game. What if Bella's dead forever? What if, rather than turn her, the only other way out of the loop was her death?

Edward's an utter mess, clawing at the walls, and the family doesn't understand at all because Bella Swan is simply a girl who had a tragic death.

To Edward's horrified relief, he loops.

Loop N

Bella remembers Edward failed to save him. She does not blame him for it, but Edward certainly blames himself and there's now... a wall between them that wasn't there.

Nonetheless, they try again. This time, they'll go back to the basics.

Edward eats her in the meadow.

They loop.

Edward keeps accidentally eating her.

It's horrible and then he realizes... it doesn't matter. It never lasts, he's a monster yes, but he always was one. It seems he's doomed to eat Bella Swan. And at least he knows she'll be here tomorrow.

And if he's damned anyway then he might as well enjoy it.

He starts eating her on purpose.

Soon, they get a little routine down.

Bella nearly gets hit by a van, Edward saves her life, they go to the hospital, Edward drags her into a closet, eats her, then throws her corpse out the window and tells Carlisle she committed suicide.

Such a tragic end.

Bella starts desperately trying to save herself, but it's all over so quick, now her life is endlessly getting eaten by Edward.

Given this loop seems to be infinitely long, and thus all remote possibilities will eventually occur, there will be a timeline where Edward accidentally turns Bella into a vampire.

However, Edward can't do math, so he hasn't figured that out yet.

In the meantime, now that he's let go of all morality, he's having a great time.

... And it's probably best we leave Edward looping on his own for another post. That got long.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #bella swan #edward/bella #anti edward/bella #time loop #meta #headcanon #opinion

[bokettochild]

Hey Ketto, I'm not sure if you are taking any requests rn, but I've had a rough time of it recently and if it's no bother or hassle, could I request a fic where Time gets comforted by Warriors? Something with cuddles and hair petting, and Time getting to be held. Only if it's no bother. - Nick @thesacredtwink

Of course, Nick!

Sorry I didn't see this until just recently, but I whipped up something for you as soon as I could. I hope it helps, luv, and if you want more please do not hesitate to ask!

Time has been acting strange since the last switch.

At first, none of them questioned it, after all, leaving the ranch made them all a bit down, Time especially however, their leader usually sprung back to himself within a few days of travel time, going back to making jokes that made the others groan and offering advice and aid to their younger heroes. This time however, Time had only gotten worse, the shadows under his eyes growing nightly, the older hero falling silent and stern and very nearly snappish with the others. Only this evening, Warriors had seen Time lose his temper with Wind when the kid had been bubbling around him all day, and while the sailor took the scolding and tired ‘you’re just too much, Wind’ like a soldier, Wars had seen how the kid had retreated to Twilight and Legend during dinner, clinging to the both of them with misty eyes and keeping himself strangely silent while Time brooded on the other side of the fire.

The captain sighed to himself. If his boys were having trouble getting along, not just adjusting to being on the road again, then it was his place as a father (brother?) to step up and see what the problem was. After all, Time would tear himself up about this later, so he needed to nip it in the bud now before the man did something that would make the following guilt later even worse.

Time was seated on the far edge of camp that evening, and unlike most nights on the road, the man had left his sword in its sheath, himself still clad in his armor as the others shed their excess layers, and a blue ocarina was cradled in his hands, eyes distant and brows pulled low as he stared off into the forest. Not brooding then, sulking, and he wasn’t quite sure if that was better or worse in the moment.

“Room for one more?”

Time’s blue eye flickered to him for a moment with a dark scowl, the man shaking his head tiredly and pulling himself up.

Oh shoot, a royal sulk! Time was usually fine to let someone sit next to him, even when he was brooding, but if it was so bad that he didn’t even want anyone nearby? Oh goddesses, Warriors had his work cut out for him.

Dinner that night was a cold affair, the younger ones trying to prompt Wind into anything resembling conversation as Legend poked the sailor’s side, and the older ones exchanging worried glances as they looked from their sulking leader to each other. Usually, someone would break the stillness with a joke or a tease, but Legend’s snark only made things worse when Time shot the vet a look after he had made a jab at Warriors, and while the captain appreciated the defense of his honor, it was reminding him much too much of the war when Time had been a gremlin ready to wreak havoc on anyone at the nearest hint of insult to his father-figure. And while he rather doubted that Time could pants Legend (no pants, and their leader hopefully knew better now that he was older) it was an uncomfortable reminder of the kid’s worse days when nothing could get through to him and Warriors had to be very careful to hide his flask where the kid wouldn’t find it.

When arranging watches, Time had just grunted and moved to the edges of camp and Warriors found himself wincing.

“I’ll take second watch.” He told the others. “Time’s claimed first- don't ask, that’s what that huff usually means. Wind, you’re on Twilight duty, make sure the rancher doesn’t wander off again this evening, alright?” That earned a smile from the kid however hesitant, and while Twilight looked mildly offended, Warriors mentally blessed the rancher for not protesting the comment.

“Yessir, Cap’n.” Wind offered a sharp little salute, and he couldn’t help but reach over and ruffle the kid’s hair as his chest had swelled with pride. They’d worked on that salute a thousand times and now it was as clipped and smooth as any officer’s, even better than many of his men. Maybe he should have the sailor give his soldiers a few tips he chuckled to himself as the others sorted out watches; Legend taking the one directly after his and Hyrule the one after. Wild was on morning cooking duty, so the kid was ordered to rest for the night to avoid any sort of unfortunate mishaps. Usually, it wasn’t a problem to let the wild Champion take final watch, but if his plans (of course he had plans, did you doubt him?) were going to work out, the kid would need to be well rested to prepare the breakfast he’d asked for in the morning.

Knowing glances were shot his way by the others, Sky and Twilight both clapping his back and Legend tugging his scarf with an impish smirk as the others headed to bed, silent wishes of good luck ringing clear across the camp as he was left alone with their leader while the others settled in for bed.

He waited until the sun had set properly and the snoring of the others had begun rumbling around the camp, Twilight’s throaty snorts and Wind’s rumbling ones mixing with Four and Legend’s more soft snuffling ones. Hyrule and Wild lay silent and curled up, each snuggled into one side of the cuddle pile that had formed with Wind in the center, the sailor clinging to Twilight and Legend both in his sleep and dooming them to be smushed in by the other heroes. Sky, at the head of the pile, drooled slightly in his sleep, apparently uncaring that the others were using him as a pillow, and with one hand lost in Twilight’s dark hair. It made him smile as he took them in, pulling himself up to go and ensure they were all tucked in warmly before he turned his attention to the brooding warrior on the edge of their camp.

Time was still fiddling with his ocarina, eyes downcast and almost misty as the older man sat on the edge of camp, and he had to stop for a moment to collect himself before confronting him; Time looked miserable.

“Guilt hitting you yet for yelling at Wind?” He drawled, coming to sit next to the other and carefully arranging his scarf where time could grab it if needed. The man was no longer a child, but even so the blue fabric was a comfort to most of their odd little family, and scoldings or long talks were always made easier when it was available to hide under.

“A bit.”

“If it helps, he knows you didn’t mean it.”

Time slumped in place. “I still said it. Wind looks up to me now, I-” The other cut off with a sigh, tired eyes and weary heart both dimming as he watched.

“Right then, what’s eating you?” At Time’s startled expression he offered a knowing frown. “I helped raise you, Sap, I know when you’re taring yourself up over something and I’d half to be as blind as you to not tell when somethings hurting you. So, what is it?”

Royal blue blinked slowly, a match for his own and so terribly distant as Time turned back to the forest, thumbs trailing over the smooth porcelain of the ocarina. “I’m worried.”

“For?”

“For Malon.” Oh shit. “She wasn’t feeling too good when we left and-” Time’s face twisted up, eye glimmering as the man stared up at the stars, pain twisting his expression and straining his voice as one hand had wound into the prepared scarf. “I’m not there. Talon’s getting on in years and if something happens when we’re gone-” Time’s voice hitched, not quite a sob but broken all the same, and like a trigger was hit Warriors was already pulling the other man into his arms, holding tight as Time’s shoulders shuddered under his grasp. “I’m worried, Pops.” Came the broken whisper. “What if-”

“Shhhh.” Like a million times before his hands were running through short blonde hair. It had been ages since he’d trimmed either of his boys and Time was getting shaggy again, something he was grateful for. Running his hands through the kid’s hair had always helped him calm, and it seemed to still be effective even ow, Time melting further into his embrace as he hummed softly, rocking ever so slightly in place. “Malon’s a strong woman, she’ll be fine. People get sick all the time, Sapling, this isn’t anything to fuss over.”

“She couldn’t get out of bed the other morning.” Time breathed against his chest, the ocarina falling to the ground as both of the man’s hands had wound into the blue scarf instead.

Warriors tried to steady the stutter of his heart as he clutched the other a but tighter. “Is that so?”

“She’s been awful nauseas too.” Time choked out. “Wars, I-”

“Has she had random dizzy spells and weird cravings? Maybe gets sickened at the mere idea of certain foods but also likes eating things that even a pig would turn away from?” Oh, goddesses let this be right.

Time’s blue eye stared up at him curiously. “Y-yeah, how’d-”

The captain choked back a snort. “She’ll be fine, Time. Ladies get that way sometimes. My own beloved was that way for a while too, it passes in time, and there's few ill effects.”

“What ill effects?” Time shifted uneasily, pulling away to stare at him better.

“Exhaustion mostly, some pain, and loss of sleep, but,” He tilted his head with a knowing grin. “It’s well worth it in the end when she’s okay again. You’ll want to talk to her about it next time we get there,” if the bulge of Malon’s stomach didn’t give her away first. “But she’ll be alright.” Time stared at him in disbelief, brows pulling together in a doubtful frown that had him huffing in mock offence. “Wat, you don’t believe me?”

“Battlefield experience as a medic-”

Wars cut Time off with a snort. “Battlefield nothing! I was fighting my loves illness before the war even started. It’s not something that catches, I’ll have you know, and as long as she takes it easy, something I trust Malon knows as well as the next woman, she’ll be fine.” He reached over to tig Time’s ears making the other shy away with a strained laugh, only earning a hair ruffle “Stop fussing, Sapling, your lady love will live just fine.”

Time actually outed at him for a moment, something which quite frankly looked ridiculous on the man’s face and made him bust up laughing as the other flopped against him. Absently, his hands drifted back into Time’s shaggy hair, humming softly as Time continued to lay in silence, eyes staring up at the stars and ears twitching slowly.

“Tomorrow,” He tugged one flickering ear pointedly. “You need to apologize to Wind.”

“Trust me, I intend to.”

“Good.” He grinned, flopping his scarf across the other’s face. “But for now, rest, kiddo, you’re a right grouch when you're tired and I don’t mind pulling double shift for a night.”

“I’m-”

“Not fine, and not staying up. Past your bed-time squirt.” He tugged the ear again, earning a soft growl from his adult kid as Time shifted.

“I’m still in my armor.”

“Then change.”

Time pulled himself up with a huff, shucking his armor and letting Wars help him with the buckles and belts before the both of them settled down again. Tomorrow night, the leader’s metal shell would need cleaning, but for now, he’d let himself out to be seen and held, head nestled in Warriors’ lap as the captain played with his hair.

Time’s breathes evened out to join the cacophony of rumbling snores of the others. Warriors smiled, ruffling his son’s hair fondly and turning his eyes towards the moon.

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-Mumza goddess of death prompt

TW: suicide attempt

So after Wilbur's revival Dream with his God compex realizes that the power to bring people back to life isn't enough. So while Wilbur prepares to break Dream out of prison, Dream sits down to remember what more was in the revive book. His eyes shoot wide open as he remembers a short but powerful ritual to summon the goddess of death herself.

So after Wilbur breaks him out somehow. Wilbur and Dream are met by the rest of the SBI family. They didn't come together. Tommy came to stop Wilbur and maybe kill Dream. Techno and Phil just came to get Wilbur so Sam doesn't kill him. As always with this family they start arguing and Dream runs away. They follow him to the L'manhole where he manages to preform the full ritual to summon the goddess of death. Now all the others are terrified because they don't know what Dream did. All they know is that the nice and chill night suddenly became the worst storm they've ever experienced and a weird portal looking thing has started to form on the glass. Tommy starts yelling at Dream to stop. Philza aswell because Dream doesn't know what power he's messing with. Dream explains that he knows exactly what power he's messing with and tells them what or...rather who he has summoned. To Dream's surprise everyone but Tommy seems relived that he's summoning the goddess of death. Tommy's worried because he has no idea that he's the son of the goddess. Before any of them manages to say anything a dark figure emerges from the portal with dark wings as she flies up to the night sky. The wind that had made it hard to stay on your feet suddenly stops and the portal disapears. Dream does his evil laughter and then does his evil monologue but gets cut off by the goddess of death striking him down with one hand and pressuring her foot against his neck. Phil watches her and falls in love all over again. But before there can be a wholesome family reunion Tommy draws his sword out and points it at the goddess' neck.

"Who are you!? What do you want!?" He yells demanding answers.

The goddess melts at the sight of her youngest. He's so cute with that diamond sword, thinking he's so cool. When she doesn't answer Tommy gets frustrated and yells at the top of his lungs

"ANSWER ME!!!"

He was meant to intimidate the goddess but his yell only comes out as a broken cry. The goddess' heart breaks as she sees all the pain and frustration in her youngest son's eyes. There's something in his eyes that is not supposed to be there. There's something that's not meant to be seen in the eyes of a 16 year old. Before she can ask, Phil steps forward.

"It's been a long time, love" he says and takes off his hat.

The goddess smiles at her angel.

"About 16 years, but who's counting?" She jokes completely unbothered by the blade at her throat.

Then the twins comes in to have a small talk with their mother. None of them mentions that she's their mother. Tommy slowly takes away his sword and starts backing away. He takes one look at the unconscious green man by the goddess' feet and then at his brothers and father. This is their business. He should get going. He only gets a few steps away when one of his family members ask where he's going. He tells them that he's going home. The issue with Dream seems resolved and they're all busy with and old friend Tommy doesn't know. At first the goddess is confused as to why her youngest doesn't recognise her. But then again. When he left the end he was only a few months old. The twins had been just around 7. The goddess, who's name was Kristin smiles gently at Tommy and slowly walks up to him. She tells him that she's his mother. Tommy looks at his father and brothers who nods confirming. Normally you'd think Tommy would be excited to meet his mum. But when all his family has brought him is pain, he's not excited to see what a new family member who's also a goddess, can do. So he does the most rational thing he can think off. He runs. He runs with fear of his life. Tommy doesn't wanna die again. The mere thought terrifies him. So he runs, hoping to find someone to help him, anyone. Tubbo, Ranboo, Puffy hell he'd even take the help from Sam now. As he runs past his house he looks behind him to see 4 individuals chasing him. He starts screaming for help as he jumps out the edge by the bench with a water bucket in hand. Kristin who doesn't know Tommy's incredible skill with water MLGs panics and dives after him with her wings. She catches Tommy before he reaches the ground. Tommy starts squirming in her grip hoping to get away. Kristin tries to reassure him that she's got him. Tommy begs her not to hurt him. Telling her that he won't get in her way, that if she just lets him go she'll never have to see him again. Kristin feels as someone shot through her heart with an arrow. And she tells Tommy in what she thinks is a comforting voice, that she's never gonna let him go and that he's safe. Tommy's beyond terrified but lucky for him Tubbo and Ranboo is on a walk towards them. Tubbo and Ranboo immediately gets their armour on and orders Kristin to put Tommy down and that if she hurts him, she's gonna regret it. Kristin gets put off guard by the sudden company. Tommy uses that to his advantage and gets out of her grip and runs past Tubbo and Ranboo who's like protecting wall in front of him. Wilbur tells them to fuck off and that it's a family buisness. That just angers Tubbo even more.

"Family buisness!!!?" He yells almost in shock "You gotta be kidding me! Tommy just started healing after everything Dream did to him and after everything YOU did to him!! Why can't you just let him rest!?" Tubbo yells in anger

That's when Kristin's had enough. She demands an explanation and Tubbo just answers "I'm not gonna explain shit. Who do you think you are?" To which Krstin stretches out her wings and says in a lower tone

"I am the goddess of death. Protector of the end. And his mother" she says and looks at Tommy.

Tubbo and Ranboo looks back at Tommy who just shruggs. Because honestly he has no idea if it's true or not. But Tubbo and Ranboo decides to play along. They answer with a bit of attitude what has happened to Tommy since he came to this server. Everything from the disc war, to L'manbrug, to exile, to the egg trying to kill him and then celebrating his death, to what happened in the prison. After everything is explained the goddess of death is furious. She shoots up in the air and Phil has a very troubled face expression. When asked what's wrong he tells them.

"A father's rage is strong enough to conquer the world. But a mother's rage is stronger"

Kristin is mad at the server for driving her family apart and hurting her baby. So with the power within her she pulls up the egg and it's roots, along with the enire prison, Eret with his castle and Dream's unconscious body. The storm comes back, this time with thunder and rain. Tommy sees this and is terrified. But he's also worried about Eret. It's true he wronged him but Eret has changed.

"We gotta stop her!" Tommy yells.

"She's the goddess of death, you can't stop her!" Techno yells.

But it's no use. Tommy grabs Ranboo's trident. He launches himself in the air and jumps from bits of earth and structures in the air. His main focus is to help Eret out. Eret is ready for his doom. He knows he's not been the best person. But before that happens he hears someone call out his name. It's Tommy. Tommy gives Eret the trident and tells him to get out of here. He hears distant screams of the eggpire and the egg. Tommy doesn't care that much for the egg. But as annoying as Badboyhalo is with his no swearing rule, he's a good guy and Tommy do have good memories with the him. So with no trident Tommy jumps between the rising blocks to get to the people. He sees Dream's unconscious body and for a moment he thinks about it but then shakes his head. Dream is not his priority. Tommy doesn't see himself as a hero. But he's not one to simply watch someone die if he can do something about it. Tubbo knows this. He curses when Eret gets down on the ground and tells them what Tommy did for him. Tubbo looks to Ranboo who nods. He brings up a water splash potion and splashes himself. His eyes widen and a foreign language comes out of his mouth. Tubbo grabs ahold of his husband before he can teleport away without him. Ranboo has gone complete silent. If you can even call him Ranboo anymore. Tubbo has only seen Ranboo like this once. It was terrifying since the half enderman hybrid had been walking towards Tubbo's cabin in snowchester where Micheal was. Ranboo had been covered in water scars and yet he wasn't talking. Just calmly walking towards Micheal. Before he could get there though Ranboo collapsed and woke up with no memory of how he got to Tubbo's cabin. So now, on a floating piece of earth, in the eye of the storm Tubbo had to trust whatever this version of Ranboo was. He called for Tommy but got no response. Suddenly the foreign language comes out of Ranboo as he points with his free hand to some egg rootes. Tommy's jumping between the broken peices towards peoplenof the eggpire.

"Let's go and help that idiot out" Tubbo says and Ranboo teleports them behind Tommy.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Tubbo yells which scares Tommy. He turns around and smiles at the sight of maybe the two only people he trusts.

"I could ask you the same!" He yells back to be heard over the load weather.

"We came to help you. Ranboo can you get those guys back on the ground!?" Tubbo yells

Ranboo doesn't say anything but when he teleports closer and grabs badboyhalo and Hannah Tubbo knows he got through to him. Tommy's confused at how strange Ranboo was acting. Ranboo's not much of a fighter but still here he was, standing tall. And how the hell can he teleport without enderpearls? Tommy decides that there's a better time to ask. Instead him and Tubbo keeps the rest of the eggpire safe. During that the egg starts speaking to Tubbo and Tubbo is obviously trying to shut it out but it's hurting him. So once Ranboo gets back Tommy is quick to push his best friend onto his husband and yell at Ranboo to get him to safety. Tubbo doesn't get a chance to object before he's suddenly on the ground again. He struggles against Ranboo and begs his husband to take him back. Tommy knows what's keeping Ranboo from coming back. He can see it. So instead of wasting time, he makes a waterfall with his only waterbucket and puts the rest of the eggpire in it. In his head he repeats the same three words over and over again "Please don't drown". When the people is as safe as they can be in a situation like this Tommy turns to his mother who has definitely grown a couple of feet. Tommy gulps and watches as Dream's body literally explodes in front of his mum's dark eyes.

"Hey!!" He yells and draws his sword again.

Kristin turns to see where the voice comes from and her gace immediately goes soft. But it turns confused when she can't see the rest of the wronguns.

"I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone else!" Tommy says with his blade in front of him

"The mortals needs to be taught a lesson. You'll come to understand when you're older. You're just a mere child" she says calmly

Tommy smirks. He may be young, but he's not stupid. Tommy knows the blade would do nothing to his mother. So he takes a deep breath and holds the sword against his own throat. He doesn't want this. But he won't let his mother hurt people because of him.

"I may be young! But I have seen wars, I have witnessed my best friend's execution, I have been exiled, I have been tortured and somewhat manipulated. I'm not a child anymore!!" He yells

"You wouldn't. I can see the fear in your eyes son. I can feel it. You don't want this" Kristin says but her voice is everywhere as she gets closer to her son.

"I am not a child. I'm a soldier without a mission. Which makes me desperate. So if I have to die to protect them that's something I'll have to do" Tommy says and stares at the eyes of the beast

"I would never hurt your fatber or brothers" Kristin reassures

"I wasn't talking about those idiots. Listen this place is a hell hole! And sometimes it's hard to get out of bed. But you know what!? It's my home. You've just killed the guy who were the source of my problems. You've done enough!!" Tommy yells and pushes the sword closer to his throat. He can feel it slowly digging into his skin. The goddess of death panics and does a quick movement with her finger and before Tommy knows it he's flying in the air, unable to move an inch. His sword is still in his hand but he can feel an invisable force trying to take it from him.

"Tommy. Drop it!" Kristin hisses

Tommy won't drop it. He could see the fear in her eyes once the blade was pressed against his throat. If he could just move his arm he could put the sword back at his throat. But he can't the force pulling away his sword is strong. But Tommy's always been a fighter. He actually manages to withstand the force but doesn't notice the goddess shrinking in sice and flying up to him to grab the sword herself. After taking the sword she throws it down and stares at her youngest. One thing's for sure, her family is not safe here.

Good ending: Tommy and the others talks Kristin down and she goes back to the end but visits every now and then

Bad ending: Kristin sees how much this place is hurting her baby and the rest of her family. So she takes them to the end where they can't leave. Phil would've been able to, if it wasn't for one of his wings being broken.

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