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finalgirllx · 2 months

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bartender mattheo riddle

i'm a slut for AUs and this one quickly shot up to being one of my favorites for mattheo.

for @thatdammchickennugget's hogmarch challenge, the prompt i went off of was 'firewhiskey/butterbeer'

As you tread the once-familiar cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade, the rhythmic click of your shoes provides a temporary distraction from the storm swelling inside your thoughts. For such a lively village, the action around you feels distant, too far in the past to offer any respite similar to the steady cadence beneath your feet.

To outside viewers, you appear as any young person donning a modest party dress and looking for a casual spot to unwind for the evening. They wouldn't know this was your first visit to Hogsmeade in over five years since you finished your schooling at Hogwarts. You had left the highlands, your small hamlet, for bigger, better things—or so you had thought.

Reality didn't guarantee such promises you had dreamed of in those few years. Currently barely making ends meet and running on a general sense of uncertainty, you decided it was as good a time as any to revisit your hometown and the magical communities surrounding it, including this cheerful wizarding town you had frequented throughout your adolescence.

You first tried your luck with the Three Broomsticks, but the bustling atmosphere proved too overwhelming for the discreet return you aimed for. With the decision between the rundown Hog's Head inn and a newer, more upscale establishment called 'Celestial Sips,' you opted to see what this new 'fancy-schmancy' spot was all about.

You stealthily step through the polished entry doors to scan the venue, which is dimly lit beside faint golden lights. It is adorned with oddly shaped furniture more suited for artistic expression rather than usability. It appears far more modernized than the traditional charm most common with Hogsmeade’s businesses, young wizarding folk undoubtedly curated it with heavy inspiration coming from muggle cocktail lounges.

The existence of the bar itself in a place such as Hogsmeade wasn't the most earth-shattering part of this night out. It was when your eyes met with the lead bartender, and a flood of memories filled your senses as you realized it was none other than Mattheo Riddle.

His dark curls were unruly as ever but fell in such a way that made him irresistible. His piercing dark gaze caught yours, sparking with recognition. The scar across the bridge of his nose was just as prominent as it was six years ago, as vivid as the day you had dragged him to the hospital wing to get his split nose mended after a particularly grueling fistfight.

That memory also reminds you just how close you and him once were. While you had never officially dated, you did everything a couple would and then some. You shared countless fun late nights, as well as having been there for each other during the more trying ones. And although sexual intimacy didn't come until after graduation, the passion of those post-school days also remains etched in your memory. It was your decision to pursue "bigger things" that had cut that short, leaving you with a lingering sense of what might have been.

Despite the distance between you as you reeled from the shock of encountering him here, you couldn't help but notice the changes in Mattheo over the past five years. Mattheo exuded a confidence far from the troubled boy you once knew at school. He had grown taller, broader, and even more handsome than before. He was also now littered with tattoos that only added to his allure, tempting you to bridge the distance separating you further.

Your knee-jerk reaction would have been to flee the scene, but since you had already met eyes and he was actively beckoning you forward to the bar as you battled with your thoughts, you had no choice but to participate in the unexpected reunion.

You sat at a bar stool, and Mattheo quickly welcomed you with a warm but distinctively husky tone. It was clear that Mattheo was struggling to mask his excitement over seeing you as he tried to maintain some professionalism while behind the bar.

"The greatest stroke of luck I've encountered since taking the job at this fancy joint," Mattheo started with genuine delight, "I can't believe it's you. You look fantastic," his quick work of sweet-talking you did the trick as your cheeks flushed, though still totally sober. Mattheo was also swift in amending that, sliding a vodka cranberry before you with a nod, "On the house. Let me know if you want something more 'refined' for the setting; I just went with an old favorite."

You let out a soft giggle, drawing the straw to your lips to sip the drink. The sweetness of the juice masks the burn, perfectly balanced to not overwhelm from either end.

With Mattheo's excellent job of putting you at ease, you finally replied. "Indeed, you always teased me for not being a whiskey drinker. Old habits die hard," you quipped, taking another sip before continuing. "But, look at you! A bartender? Mattheo, I must say, I'm thrilled to see you here and not, well.." your words lingered away at the implication, realizing it might not sound as encouraging as intended. There were all sorts of rumors of him headed to a life of dark wizardry, so seeing him here was a relief. But he didn't have to hear about any of that, not now. Quickly shifting your approach, you perked up to suggest, "And at this luxurious place? While I appreciate the old favorite, I would love to see what magic you could conjure up in a cocktail glass."

Mattheo laughed and shook his head momentarily before piping up again. "Seems your confidence has skyrocketed. I'm glad to see that, princess," he teased with a cheeky smirk, earning an eye roll from you that only amused him further. You again feel a little heated at the nickname, opting not to question it. You could see that the mischievous glint in his eyes was alive and well as he began meticulously combining various expensive-looking drinks and mixers just for you. Simultaneously, Mattheo tended to other existing patrons, expertly traversing the sprawling bar to ensure everyone's needs were met and drinks stayed filled.

Observing how Mattheo carried himself with such assuredness only heightened your attraction. Each movement he made to speak with patrons and craft drinks allowed you to appreciate his muscled physique. You were no better than a groupie ogling his toned, tattooed arms, his hands still bearing faint scars from his past. The sight of his veins flexing with every motion ignited a fire in your stomach that you hoped wouldn't consume you entirely.

His broad shoulders and slim waist were accentuated by his dark button-up dress shirt. That caught your attention, as did when your gaze moved downward and drifted over his perfectly sculpted behind. You were abruptly snapped from your desirous stupor when the object of your admiration set a much fancier cocktail before you.

"Like what you see?" Mattheo asked with a smug, teasing tone, causing you to want to disappear into the ground beneath your stool. You must have been less-than-subtle about checking him out, but he didn't seem to mind as he continued without further ribbing. "Try that. It's the Mattheo special," he said, watching you intently to see how you reacted to the first sip.

You smirked at the oh-so-creative name and then inspected the drink itself. It was rather extravagant, a lavender purple hue with swirls of gold shimmering with every swish of the glass.

Without hesitation, you lifted the glass and took a small sip. A delightful combination of blueberry and lemon overtook your tastebuds, almost completely shielding the strength of the alcohol in the drink. Hell, you were prepared to question if it was mixed at all had you not watched him pour at least a shot's worth of vodka into it.

You gave him a smile of approval, to which Mattheo grinned widely, clearly pleased to see you liked it. With the other patrons momentarily tended to, Mattheo rested his elbows on the counter, surprising you with his sudden proximity as he leaned forward, suggesting he had something enticing to say.

"I hope this isn't too forward, but I'd really like to catch up," Mattheo spoke in a hushed tone. It sounded innocent enough, but the question, paired with his gaze lingering on your figure, told you he meant anything but. "Would you consider sticking around till close?"

Yes, yes, yes! Your internal monologue screamed. On the outside, you locked eyes with him and smirked, your expression conveying you understood his intentions well. "I don't have anywhere else I want to go; I can stick around."

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You were cautious with your drinking to avoid getting too intoxicated for your later plans with Mattheo. As the closing time for Celestial Sips approached, you remained near the counter, bantering with other patrons. Mattheo delegated cleaning duties to other employees while he called for final rounds and closed tabs. Each time your eyes met, a shared twinge of excitement passed between you.

After another hour or so, Mattheo finally shut down the lit 'open' sign, leaving you two together alone. While this is what you wanted, your nerves welled up upon the realization that it was just the two of you here. A hint of insecurity came over you. He had grown to be such an attractive, confident man, and you could only hope he found you equally appealing. That line of thought was interrupted when Mattheo began approaching you. His expression, filled with hunger, was directed at you. His captivating eyes combined with the deep-brown locks drooping over his forehead implored you to swoon from where you sat.

"Merlin, princess, you have no idea how much I've missed you," Mattheo murmured, his voice brimming with seduction as he closed the distance, his hands finding their place on the curve of your waist. “Please let me know if you want me to slow down at any time." His words echoed in your ears, bringing you comfort even though you felt wholly prepared to surrender to all of his desires.

Mattheo advanced until your back pressed against the front of the counter. His lips found the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with a trail of wet kisses in their wake. A moan escaped your lips as his actions ignited your longing for more; everything you had wished his hands on you would feel like coming true. However, the heat was cut short far too soon when Mattheo suddenly took a pause from all of the heavy petting.

"You seem tense," Mattheo remarked with a hint of concern. You promptly reassured him with affectionate pecks to his cheek before admitting, "I just hope I'm good for you." His eyes briefly darkened as if displeased by your hesitancy. Suddenly, both of his hands moved to cup your cheeks, and he gazed deeply into your eyes.

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on. I meant every word when I said I fantasized about a moment like this with you for years," he confessed. The sincerity in his voice compelled you to trust him, leaving you with no doubt about whether he wanted this.

Seeing you take his words to heart, Mattheo's expression then lit up, clearly having a lightbulb moment. "If you're ready, this place is chock full of drinks to help us both loosen up a bit," As soon as he mentioned it, you felt almost silly having overlooked the idea, realizing that some liquid confidence was the answer to easing your nerves. You nodded, and Mattheo took his hand in yours and gently guided you behind the bar counter.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, and you instantly replied, "I do."

In one swift motion, one hand made its way to the back of your head and the other to the small of your back so he could pull you into a passionate kiss. Your tongues found each other in a dance, his dominant side quickly winning over as his tongue protruded into your mouth. When you briefly pulled away to catch your breath, your cheeky side showed itself when you gently tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth. He moaned slightly, to your satisfaction, and you took advantage of the moment to run your hand over his chest, feeling the muscles underneath that dress shirt. You finally had Mattheo Riddle all to yourself, and you wanted all of him.

Without warning, he grabbed you by the hips, pulled you close, and spun you around to bend you over the counter. One hand curled around your hair to create a makeshift ponytail, the other wasting no time grabbing a bottle of fire whiskey within arm's reach and placing it beside you.

"I'm sorry, doll. I know you love vodka, but whiskey is perfect for tonight."

You looked up at him with doe-like pleading eyes as he gripped your hair, nodding as much as you could though restricted by his hold. He grinned wickedly over your enthusiastic consent before looming over you with a dominating presence. "Open up that mouth, princess."

Your lips slightly parted as Mattheo brought the open bottle of whiskey to your mouth. He poured a shot's worth down your throat, the intense heat burning on your tongue without anything to chase it down. Yet, as Mattheo force-fed you the drink and whispered praises in your ear about how you 'take it so well,' the burn of the whiskey transformed into a divine sensation, exhilarating in the best way. The bar counter was the only thing stopping you from melting to the floor as you became weak in the knees, your aroused state especially susceptible to his praise.

Mattheo lifted the bottle away from you to take a swig, holding you to the counter with a heavy palm against your back. He sighed, satisfied by the burn.

After a moment, he turned his attention back on you and pulled your hair to the side, hastily marking your neck with suctioned kisses and nibbles. At the same time, Mattheo's fingers ghosted down your back, caressing your ass and jolting you with a swift spank, finally reaching underneath your dress to stroke your cunt through your slick panties.

"Merlin, princess, after seeing the way your lips wrapped around that bottle, I wanted to fuck that pretty mouth so bad. But feeling how goddamn wet you are for me, I'm not sure either of us can wait for my cock to be inside your perfect, tight pussy."

His long fingers moved away from your aching core, reaching up and now brushing against your lips. "Will you wet my fingers a little more for me?" he asked in a voice too enticing for such an indecent request. You immediately allowed him to intrude your mouth, his fingers already covered in your taste though he had just barely begun to touch you. "We have to prepare that pussy don't we?" he groaned into your ear. You were distracted as his hardened cock ground into your ass between the fabric of your dress and his trousers.

You could tell he was beginning to lose himself as he seemed enamored by the way your mouth slipped over his fingers, swirling your tongue around them in a show of desperation to please.

Once content with your wetting of his fingers, he pulled them from your mouth and went back to exploring your panties, pushing them aside to tease your folds before slipping the first of his fingers in. It was seamless, not surprising for you, having lusted over him the entire night.

"Fuck, you're still so tight, doll. I have to stretch you out, so this feels as good for you as it will for me."

After a few moments, he introduced a second finger to your soaked cunt. He didn't move at first but gradually began pumping them inside. He could have cum on the spot witnessing your frenetic response to just two fingers.

"Careful, princess. If you want to come on my fingers, you need to beg for it." The words sent a shudder of desperation through your entire body, legs threatening to give out from underneath you as the artful use of his fingers in tandem with his dirty talk brought you toward your first orgasm, unable to resist it even if you tried. Mattheo kept his movements steady as your eyes rolled back and your walls clenched around him, a deep voice leaving the back of his throat to growl, "that's it, ride my fingers, you little slut," His tone this time was demanding, you knew he was displeased by your disobedience. His untamed, hungry expression evolved into something more conniving as he contemplated how to punish you for cumming without permission.

"You like that, huh? A slut who couldn't wait to beg? I should put my cock inside you and make you cum until you can't stand it anymore, then, hm? Do you want that? Cry for it, princess, or you're not getting it."

You quickly fulfill this command with desperate pleas, "Please, Mattheo, please, fill me with your cock."

"Fucking hell, princess--if I wasn't about to bust, I'd have you begging more. Desperation sounds fucking delicious rolling off your tongue," Mattheo growled against your ear as one of his hands haphazardly moved back to his trousers, hastily unbuttoning them to allow his needy length to spring free and press against you. The relief of finally freeing himself caused a deep groan to slip past his lips which only seemed to increase his urgency as his hands quickly found their place on your body again, yanking your dress up over your ass and delivering a forceful slap to your exposed flesh. You yelped and squirmed reflexively from the sting, much to his delight. "That's my fucking ass, don't forget it," he groaned with a certain smugness at the sight of his handprint forming on your skin.

"Please, Matty, please fuck me," you pleaded with a nearly pathetic level of desire. With that, Mattheo decided not to waste another second before indulging you. He took hold of your hips, guiding his cock to your slick folds, and slowly started to ease himself inside of you.

You gasped at the intrusion, reveling in the stretch, but Mattheo cooed praises to relax you enough so there was little discomfort as you adjusted to his size. "Fuck, you fit around me so well. perfect pussy, perfect girl." he groaned as he could feel your wet warmth surround him. “is this okay?"

"Yes, please keep going."

Mattheo used the makeshift ponytail of your hair to lift your head and press his full weight against you onto the counter. His hips began to move, thrusting slowly to start until he was absolutely sure you could take him. With you now sandwiched between his body and the cold surface, he worked up to fucking you at a relentless pace, the base of his cock clashing against your ass as he bottomed out inside of your cunt. The hand steadying you by the hip reached up to wrap around your throat, squeezing at the sides enough for you to feel his strength but not enough to cause pain. It seemed almost to be a reminder for himself not to completely lose to the animalistic urges as he continued to increase the intensity. Your pelvis clanging against the bar didn't matter; you always like it rough, and he knew it.

"Princess, oh gods, I don't know if I'll last." He moaned into your ear paired with short, hot breaths. "You feel so fucking good; I wanted this for so..fucking...long." he sang his praises between each punctuated thrust that hit just the right spot inside of you again and again. The repeated stimulation triggers your second orgasm, your walls clenching around his cock as a choked moan barely escapes your lips- the sound being caught by his firm hold on your neck.

"We're fucking meant for each other, babe," Mattheo grunted as you rode through your wave of pleasure. All you could do in your cockdrunk state was mewl in response, which fueled his ego. "Perfect dumb slut for me, you love taking my cock, don't you? Tell me how much you love my cock," his dirty talk turned more degrading as your most depraved desires inched closer to showing themselves on the surface.

"Love your cock Matty.. mhm so good..."

"Good slut. Now, say you're mine," he commanded, completely frenzied with his pacing.

"I'm yours." you babbled with complete devotion. Mattheo groaned as you so willingly gave into his possessiveness, the very idea of owning every part of you being the tipping point to let his release out inside of you. His rutting became erratic and slowed as he rode through his orgasm, the last few pumps matching your third orgasm in stride.

He then laid limp on top of you, letting out heaving exhales to regain his composure. For the moment, he left his cock to twitch inside of you, relishing in the warm feeling. Once convinced he could get up properly, he pulled out, leaving your pussy dripping with his cum as his entire body lurched over you.

"That was perfect, you were perfect. Best stroke of luck in ages," he mused with a throaty chuckle, recalling his first words when you locked eyes at the beginning of the night. "Can you walk?" he asked, mostly teasingly because the shaking of your legs answered that question without a doubt.

"No," you spoke softly, the giggles you had at the beginning of the night starting to return even if your mind wasn't still fully there from the back-to-back stimulation.

With this, Mattheo decided to hold you for a while longer. You had a lot of catching up to do and piecing together both of your stories to find out how, after so many years, you still ended up right here. But for now, the shared presence was enough.

------------------ huge thankies to @slytherinslut0 for coaching me through this. i was very spooked to share. love y'all <3

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle au #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x you #slytherin #slytherin boys #hogmarch challenge

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ornii · 4 months

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Do you still do requests?

Can you please do Wednesday Addams X reader who has abilities, powers, and a backstory similar to John Constantine? Thank you.

Black Rum

A little short and sweet.

Nevermore really didn’t change much after the attack, and overall some things never truly did change. But what did was the relationship between (Y/n) and Wednesday, she was cold and standoffish towards him in the beginning. Slowly he melted her icy demeanor and made himself home in her heart. Whether she wanted to admit it or not; she loved him. While continuing their studies, the two participate in… extracurricular activities together.

(Y/n) stood in an old Church, dark magic swirling around him as a magic pentagram was drawn around him. He stood calmly in the tornado of darkness as from that black mist, a demon made purely of shadows reaches out, calling his name with his ethereal voice. “(Y/n)… your soul, is mine…” the ethereal voice called out to him, its arm elongated and askew of humanity. Its bony fingers ready to tear his soul apart.

“Any time now love..” he grumbled, ready for a fight to the death. Standing upon the scaffolding of the interior. Wednesday drew an arrow, dipped in Silver. Her eye focused on the demon, ready to reveal itself. Its body began to open up like a cage of bones, darkness emitting like smoke. What was there was a black heart, beating so callously.

“Dammit Wednesday..” was his final thoughts, until the arrow let loose. It flew though the air and it struck true. Nailing the monster right in the heart, Wednesday began to descend the scaffolding, the beast reels in pain. Screaming as the silver sears his heart and thematically seals him to this world temporarily. The monster collapsed down, writhing in pain. (Y/n) sighs with relief, as the monster spirals in pain. Wednesday stands next to (Y/n) as they look over the monsters body.

“I..I will have my revenge!” It calls out, (Y/n) raises his hand.

“Sure lad, you try that, back to where you came from.” He said, the monster growls.

“W-wait! Fine, perhaps we can, strike a bargain?” He said.. (Y/n) scoffs and shook his head.

“Heard that Wednesday?” He said.

“A god begging for mercy.. pitiful.” She said, the demon reaches out but (Y/n) raised his hands to seal his spell.

“Attiuaiasis Qutendo Beneesta Sulpus Accuule!” He chanted, the spell holding the demon in this world was shattered. And once more he was dragged back to the pits of hell. The two stand there and (Y/n) kicks some of the salt, breaking the spell circle and putting an end to it all. Their peace was interrupted by a priest slowly opening the door, he peers in to see the two standing there. (Y/n) casually motions the priest to follow, the middle aged man looked around to see books everywhere, paper, and the unnerving sense of evil.

“Alright Bishop, your Church is free of the vicar curse.” He said, The priest blesses them.

“May god bless you both a thousand times over. We had no way to deal with this dark energy alone.” He explains, and Wednesday wasn’t the one for chit chat.

“We take our payment in cash and check.” She said flatly. (Y/n) glares at her, before the priest nods and hands them said check.

“Of course, like the Bible says; ‘You shall not muzzle an ox when it treads out the grain,’ and, ‘The laborer deserves his wages.’” He said, Wednesday takes it and departs, (Y/n) sighs and shakes the priests hand.

“If you require any other services or know anyone who does, give us a ring.” He said and catches up to Wednesday. She looks at the check but it’s suddenly pulled away from her and flies back, she watches it fall into the hand of (Y/n). The two begin to walk together along a barren plain like trail.

“You could at least say goodbye to the old man.” He says.

“Why?”

“Because we’re in Kansas and I highly doubt we’ll come back. Plus clientele.”

“I don’t see the point of pleasantries, we came to do a job, simple as that.” She says, (Y/n) shakes his head and they reach a building, but they didn’t need the building just the wall. Reaching into his pocket the reveals chalk, he draws a door on it.

“Point is love, we want this “Black Rum: Occult Detectives” thing to work out, we have to actually be like able.. well I have to be. You just be cute dark and broody.” He said, he then turns to the chalk drawing and spoke. “Ecrumis Queeyela Various.” He then blangs on the wall and it crumbled and behind the chalk outline was a door. (Y/n) walks on as Wednesday grumbles “I’m not Broody.” She said, they walk in and suddenly appear back at Nevermores Quad, (Y/n) closes the door and it crumbed to dust.

“So, why don’t we cash this in and ..Spend some quality time together?” He said raising an eyebrow.

“Fine, I suppose your company wouldn’t be an entire bore.” She walks off as the Magician follows. Chucking to himself.

#male reader #netflix #wednesday #wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday x reader #reader insert #wednesday addams x reader #wedensday x you #john constantine #dc constantine #dc comics #dc

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ddarker-dreams · 10 months

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What would scara do if you usually have troubles surrounding sleep, whether it's you having trouble falling asleep or going to sleep way too late even though you know it's not good

outwardly, he's grumpy about it, complaining that you're making things needlessly difficult as if you actively chose to have insomnia. secretly staring at you while you're asleep is one of his primary hobbies! what is he supposed to do now? stare at you unblinkingly while you're awake? no, that's embarrassing, it'd damage his pride.

then there's the issue of you needing sleep, due to you inhabiting a mortal body (for the time being). what a headache this is turning into. mortals can die from the slightest, seemingly insignificant circumstances, he's heard of them perishing from a bee sting. what a fallible form. he's trying to act nonchalant to disguise his inner panic. his overprotective nature borders on unreasonable. a branch could break off and bonk your head by pure happenstance and he'd eviscerate the tree as if it willingly participated in attempted murder. so this... this is a dilemma. he'll tell you to "figure it out yourself" while consulting numerous doctors and researching dusty tomes for esoteric fixes.

imported teas, changes in linen and pillows, adjusting temperature/light, burning incense... he's going through all the potential remedies in alphabetical order.

however, if you're the one choosing to go to bed late for whatever reason, he's genuinely irate. what foolish reasons must be floating around in your head to play with your health? why must he double as your (unwanted) lover and caregiver? he'll snap at you when he catches you waddling about, demanding that you go to bed immediately. he'll grab you by the sleeve and drag you there himself should you insist on being difficult.

there is a hidden solution to this, if you're willing to indulge in a little lip service: tell him that you're staying up so you can spend more time with him and whew. oh boy. he's wrapped tighter around your finger than a noose upon an executed man's neck. does he know you're being coy? deep down, probably, yeah. but in the moment, that doesn't matter. you're... you're flirting with him, and he'd be damned if he lets this opportunity, manufactured or not, pass him by.

#yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere x reader #scaramouche brainrot #concepts #answered #Anonymous

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 3 months

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🗡️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Ten

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: Teasing.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~2.9k

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You hadn’t been allowed to help with clean up after dinner, Lucky had promptly shooed you out of the kitchen and given Gab the task of distracting you so you didn’t try and sneak back in to help. You liked to think that you knew the men pretty well at this point, you were going on four weeks of living with them. Well, the same could be said for them. They knew the first chance you had, you would put yourself to work. So Gab had dragged you to Shanks room to play a hand of cards or two, however many it took for the dirty dishes to be done.

Gin rummy was one of the first games the men had taught you to whittle time away at sea. You… were not very good at the game. It was a skill based card game and since you were still so new at it, you really didn’t have any skill at all! You let out a soft growl and nearly threw down your cards in frustration.

“This is pointless,” You complained, dipping your head back and glaring at the ceiling of Shanks cabin. It seemed that no matter who you played against, you always ended up losing! “Who even invented this game?”

“No idea, but you’ll get better with practice,” Gab stated, laying out yet another winning hand. You groaned and slumped in place. “And the point is money, Aria. Gambling. Earning a quick Berry.”

“Or losing a quick Berry.” You huffed out, knowing that gambling was a very treacherous game that many a men and woman lost themselves in. You’d seen it from the shadows of Bonn Manor after your mother held a ball. Card games and drinking were a popular event post dancing and you hadn’t understood the passing of Berry at the time… but you did now. Seeing your expression move to one that was far away, Gab prompted you.

“Aria?” He called, pausing in shuffling the cards. You blinked and forced yourself away from the memories of Bonn Manor.

“Sorry what were we saying?” You questioned, your eyes fluttering and fingers drumming on the table. Gab squinted at you.

“I lost you for a moment, what is it? What were you thinking about?” He pushed, not liking how you seemed to relapse into your shell for a few brief moments. You pressed your lips together. “Aria?”

“I was just—” You cut yourself off and took a deep breath. “My mother liked to hold monthly balls in Bonn Manor. Card games were a popular activity after dancing, I never understood why they passed Berry around. At least not until now. It seems to frivolous and wasteful, gambling Berry like it was mere pocket change.”

Gab went back to shuffling the cards, listening to your words and pleased that you were opening up more. He and the rest of the crew knew the basics of your situation, and what kind of personality you had, but no one had heard much about your past. This was the first time you were openly offering to speak about it.

“Did she ever let you participate?” Gab asked, having a feeling that the answer would be no since you had no idea how Gin rummy worked when they first introduced it to you. You softly snorted, remembering the strict timeline your mother enforced.

“No, once the dancing was finished she always declared that I was in need of retiring to my rooms early. She likes to boast that I spend most of my time practicing how to be a lady. Practicing stitching, etiquette, history. I was a dutiful daughter that strived to be the perfect offspring.” The was a bitter note in your voice and the corner of your mouth twitched. “I only know of what went on behind the sitting room doors because I snuck through the servants halls once.”

“Once?”

“I got caught,” You replied, remembering the week you had spent recovering after your mother had beaten you to what had felt like one lash away from death. You’d never tried anything like that ever again. The flashbacks of the welts and bruises haunted you, even to this day. You had never seen your mother so angry. You reached for the stack of cards, taking them from Gab. “It’s my turn to deal.”

Dinner had passed and the dishes washed, so the men were all laying low for the night. Either nursing a beer, sharpening a blade, or practicing some fancy trick, they had cleared out from the main deck. You had been sitting in one of the lounge chairs reading a book Benn had lent you when Shanks approached. Your gaze lifted from the words in front of you and you smiled pleasantly.

“I thought you would have retired yourself to whatever it is that you do at night,” You spoke, observing the red haired man. You were fairly sure that he had mentioned needing to talk to Building Snake about the Red Force’s current course. “Or at least be busy speaking to Snake about our current course.”

“I did talk to Snake,” Shanks replied, leaning against the railing of the ship. “It turned out to be a simple adjustment with the log pose, weather ahead we want to avoid. As for why I am not returning to my latest book, I’m making good on my promise.” Your eyebrow arched at his mention of a promise, and Shanks offered you his hand. “You are going to want to change into something easy to move in for this.”

Wracking your brain for the promise Shanks had supposedly made to you, you closed your book and took his hand. Shanks effortlessly pulled you to your feet and pulled you in the direction of his cabin.

“What promise are you talking about exactly and why do I need to change clothes?” Shanks glanced back at you, lips twitching at the puzzlement on your face.

“You wanted to learn how to use a sword did you not?” Shanks spoke, raising his own eyebrow. “Now’s a good time, full moon with lots of light and the men are settling down for the night so you won’t have an audience. You are going to want to wear something that lets you move around, your pants are a good option. Also, you won’t want a loose shirt, the fabric might get in the way.”

Stopping in front of the door to the cabin, you stared at Shanks with raised eyebrows. He sure got bossy on occasion. Not that you minded. You found it a rather attractive trait of his. Stop it Aria. Clearing your throat, you reached for the door and looked back at Shanks.

“Pants and a non loose shirt, I think Anna picked out some clothing items that match that description. Mentioned it was good for working out, but I have no idea how to work out so…”

“We’ll get there eventually,” Shanks replied before leaving you to change. You watched him disappear before entering the cabin and shutting the door behind you. You hadn’t been able to try out the clothes Anna had said were good for working out yet, and were excited to try something new yet again. Trotting over to your trunk of clothing, you carefully pulled out folded stacks of clothes until you found what you were looking for: a tank top, sports bra, and comfortable cloth pants.

Stripping yourself out of your day clothes, you wrestled yourself into the sports bra and were surprised to find that while it felt constricting, it didn’t make you feel like you were being suffocated. Further pleased with your new clothes, you pulled on the soft pants and admired the fact that the cloth hugged your skin close. You had never seen your legs like this before and felt a sliver of shyness. But you had seen many woman out and about wearing pants like this and even more revealing clothing, so nothing about your outfit was unfit to be worn.

“Stop being such a prude,” You muttered yourself, putting your arms through the armholes of the tank and dragging it over your head. The tank was loose, but not too loose. It was just airy enough that you were sure that you wouldn’t over heat doing whatever vigorous activities working out constituted as. Knowing Shanks, he wasn’t going to overwork you (he certainly still thought you could do with more meat on your bones), you still liked the idea of dressing for the occasion. Some things never change. Since you were going to learning how to use a sword, you figured that it was probably in your best interest to put on your shoes, sneakers rather than your sandals. It would be doubtful Shanks would even humor you wielding a blade with your feet vulnerable, kitchen knifes aside.

Reaching for a hair band, you pulled back your shoulder length lavender hair to keep it out of the way and to stop it from blowing in your eyes. After you had cut it, you had realized that without tying it off, the strands had a habit of flying into your face. Humming to yourself, you slipped out of the main cabin and went in search of Shanks. It was dark out now, but the hanging lanterns on the ship gave off plenty of light. Looking around, you searched for Shanks but couldn’t find him anywhere on the main deck. Perhaps he had migrated to the weather deck?

Walking over to the stairs leading to the upper level deck, you climbed them to see Shanks standing in the middle of the deck, sword in hand. The lights from the lanterns highlighted his red hair as he swung his sword around methodically and with acute precision. You were fascinated with the way it looked like the sword was attached to his hand, and the way his body moved… He had probably been practicing his whole life! Shanks flicked his wrist over his head while turning, and immediately halted in place.

“Aria,” He called, automatically lowering the sword from your direction and promptly sheathing it at his side. “I can say you finally managed to sneak up on me.” He spoke while drinking in what you were wearing. It was by far the most revealing of clothes you had worn to date, trousers that hugged your legs, a tank top that clearly showed your shoulders… and he’d better stop staring at your body. He looked back into your eyes. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, though it is hard to be ready for something I have no knowledge of.” You answered, your brows scrunching as you tried to imagine exactly what went into learning how to wield a sword.

“The fact that you are thinking about it makes you ready.” Shanks said before walking over to the cutlass he’d picked out for you. He picked it up, once again checking its weight and balance, before turning around and offering the handle to you. Your eyes fluttered at the man just handing you a sword before telling you about them, before gingerly reaching for the hilt and grasping it in an awkward pinch of your fingers.

“This sword isn’t nearly as heavy as I thought it would be,” You commented, moving the blade around to get a better look at the sharpened edge.

“First things first,” Shanks began, “Terminology. This is a cutlass, it’s a short sword that is good for quick movements, typically slashing. Not intended for thrusting or stabbing, but slashing. Quick and easy, makes for an easy get away.” You narrowed your eyes.

“Are you insinuating that I will be looking for fights, Captain?” You half heartedly accused, Shanks snorted at you and moved to stand next to you.

“Perhaps not looking for them, but they might go looking for you,” He corrected you, reaching over with his hand to show you the correct way to hold the cutlass. “You are slight in stature still and it would be in your best interest to use that to your advantage. Being large isn’t always an advantage.”

“And here I was under the assumption that men were of the belief that bigger is better,” Your words slipped from your lips smoothly and with the way your eyelashes flickered as you blinked innocently, Shanks was half convinced you knew exactly what you were speaking of, and it wasn’t size. Don’t open that can of worms Shanks. He cleared his throat and continued.

“Have you ever heard the phrase the bigger you are the harder you fall? Use your size to your advantage. Big doesn’t always equate strength, but big doesn’t equate slowness either…” A dismal point he was making.

“So I should simply be faster?” You offered, your mind thinking about size and speed. A light weight sword would move quick, unhindered by weight. Shanks smiled, already knowing that your mind would keep you out of trouble if you ever did get into trouble.

“Precisely,” He said, his smile turning into a grin. “You are smart and you are fast, having a blade to match will be far more fitting than a heavy broadsword. Now you want to hold it like this, and not grip it too tight. You’ll get cramps up your arm if you do.” From there, Shanks fingers directed your own to wrap around the hilt of the cutlass, showing you how to properly hold it, and how to treat it while wielding it.

He stood behind you and reached out with his arm to show you the motions he wanted you to practice, not intentionally swinging the cutlass but moving your entire arm. He made a point that you should never fight with your wrist, because you could injure yourself, and that the golden rule of learning how to wield a sword, was that it was an extension of your arm. It was getting to the point where your arm was beginning to ache from all the repetitive swings you had been doing, and Shanks decided to switch you to some footwork. So he brought out a broom and began poking at you. You clearly didn’t appreciate the sudden prodding and swiftly moved out of range every time he made a jab at you.

“This is entirely unfair!” You exclaimed, dodging another poke from the broom handle while Shanks grinned at you. You were adorably angry and of course, still held the cutlass in your hand. But you refused to swing back at him in revenge and just continued to dodge!

“Wouldn’t be if you swung that sword at me,” He teased you, swiping at your side. You growled when the broom tapped you and glared at the pirate clearly trying to egg you into swiping the cutlass at his body. “You’re not going to hurt me,”

“Shanks!” You hissed at him when he caught your arm with a tap. Your legs were staring to feel heavy from all the prancing around you had been doing and since you weren’t used to this much exercise, your stamina was running on empty. “If I was the one with that broom I swear I would—” You tripped over your own feet dodging the broom and mid twist, began falling backwards with a yelp. Shanks was reacting before you even had a chance to register that he had moved.

The broom drooped from his grasp as his arm shot to your falling body. He swung you around to brace your body against his but in a twist of legs, you both ended up falling backwards. Shanks, at the very least, was glad that he was going down first and could cushion your fall. So hitting the deck, he made sure that you landed on him rather than hard wood. You did with a slight ‘oof’, but thankfully no sounds of pain.

“… I think I’ve reached my limit for the night, lest I stumble overboard.” You spoke after a few moments of silence. Shanks chuckled and gave your waist a light squeeze.

“And you think that I wouldn’t immediately go right after you?” He replied, only antagonizing the pitter patter of your heart further. Oh when you say things like that Shanks… You bit your lip and went to roll to the right so you weren’t still lying on top of the red haired man. He stopped you the moment he got a glimpse of your lower back from your tank riding up. You felt his fingers trace your skin where you once had mottled marks from your mother’s lashing. All that remained were slight echoes of trauma. Marks that would fade in time. Time he wished you didn’t have to wait on.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” You reassured him, rolling back onto your back next to him and twisting your head to look into his eyes. You were still tucked against his side and had a brief thought that it felt nice to be there. Only in your deepest of dreams, Linaria. “They stopped hurting two weeks ago.”

“You should never have been hurt in the first place, Aria,” Shanks softly answered, his eyes a storm of conflicting emotions. He still couldn’t understand how a mother could beat her own child to the point blotched bruises that had taken weeks to heal. How could any mother beat her child?

“No,” You agreed, “But what happened is in the past, and I only wish to look to the future. You gave me that.” Your words were only partially comforting because the longer you stayed on the Red Force, the more he didn’t want to see you go and the more he wanted to continue to protect you. But he’d put those thoughts aside for tonight and simply enjoy the time spent with you during your first lesson.

“As you wish madam,” He finally spoke up, making you roll your eyes once more before looking straight up at the stars.

“They seem especially bright tonight,” You commented, making no motion to move away from his side. Shanks turned his head to admire the stars along with you, enjoying your chosen closeness and comfort. It wasn’t until Shanks arm began to fall asleep from your head resting on his bicep that he realized you had dozed off.

Date Published: 2/2/23

Last Edit: 2/2/23

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#shanks x you #shanks x reader #one piece shanks #red haired shanks #shanks #opla shanks #opla

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leviathxn · 2 months

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Hi! I saw that the requests for Miguel O`Hara stories are open so I am writing this down now :) . I have an idea that like the kid of Miguel and y/n participated in a school play about the hero of their city - Spiderman and the reactions of y/n and Miguel watching this play...

okay this sounds so cute and I can imagine the type of reaction they would have 🥲

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“It’s not very accurate, is it?”

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When Gabriela had told you and Miguel that she took up drama, you were ecstatic. Miguel, not so much. It was a bit shocking, especially since the girl was always obsessed with soccer. But this was a welcome change! Since soccer was a fall sport and the play would be in the Spring, it kept her active in school.

Miguel, very obviously, was busy with Spider-Man work most days so he was worried at first that he wouldn’t be able to help out with her costume and lines, and worst case, not even see her show. You tried assuring him that he wouldn’t miss out on it. You understood that it was the little things like helping her act out a scene, or portraying emotions, that really helped build their relationship. Fortunately things have been calm in the spider-verse and he was home more often.

However, Gabriela never practiced her lines with you or Miguel, didn’t let either of you see her costume, none of it. You tried your best getting her to talk about it but all she said was “Just wait and see!” No matter how cute she was, you felt the sweat dropping from your face. Gabriela asked for help on every little thing, so why is she avoiding it now? The nights where you got to spend with Miguel were filled with worrying about Gabby. We knew nothing was majorly wrong, but Miguel didn’t want this to turn into a habit. It was good that Gabriela asked for help, especially since she had your support for any issue. If she started to brush off help, she could be worse off in life.

The time finally came, Gabriela’s play. Families and friends all started to take their seats in the auditorium. You and Miguel got perfect seats in the middle, refusing to look at any playbills. You went in this far blind, might as well wait to find out what the play is. The lights dimmed and everybody quieted down. Silent giggles and the taps of people sending last minute text messages filled the room. Miguel gently grabbed your hand, smiling. He had his phone ready to capture Gabriela.

As the curtains opened, the sight line of New York was displayed. Stereotypical heroic music started playing, something from an old cartoon. You raised an eyebrow, meeting Miguel’s confused gaze. Until Gabriela- no A mini Spider-Man came jumping and running onto the stage. You hunched over, taking small gasps of air, trying not to laugh. You grabbed Miguel’s arm, looking up at his shocked face. You let out a cackle, other parents a looking at you. If there was any more lighting in this room, you could see how red Miguel’s face was. He slumped in his seat, holding his phone up to watch Gabriela preform.

“It’s time to save New York!”

“Oh I would never say something like that”

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I know it’s short but it was fun to write and I didn’t want it to drag, thank you so much for the request! 💕💕

#atsv miguel #miguel #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x y/n #miguel o #miguel x you #astv fluff #miguel o hara fluff #miguel fluff #fluff #spiderman atsv #atsv #family #familia #atsv x reader

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So, sort of knowing where this scene is set is making me want to reevaluate it and try and come up with what's happening and why. This is not Rhaenys being a pacifist or saying "don't go to war" - I mean, if nothing else, she's the one who dragged her husband out of bed to make him go and pledge for Rhaenyra. We left Rhaenys at the end of Season 1 during a moment of agency and a moment of action for the character: going to patrol the Gullet. She's in it. She's not flinching.

But being an active participant and being willing to fight does not automatically turn you into either a warmonger or bloodthirsty person. Being fierce in war does not mean inviting it, to the cost of everything.

We know that Rhaenys is going to be a large presence in the war: we see her on the wide shot sitting at the Painted Table, opposing Daemon. The idea that a "pacifist" or someone hesitant to be in the war would be sitting right by her Queen's side is a bit daft, when others could easily hold that place (not least Corlys).

The good chance is, looking at the outfits, this is on or around the funeral for Lucerys. I don't think it's specifically at the event, given that Rhaenys's silhouette on the wide shot seems a lot bulkier and floor length, so she's at least got some sort of outer layer on, if not a whole different outfit/possibly a dress (in other news: please give my lady more than one outfit for this season, I beg).

But either way, this is occurring around a time that Rhaenyra is in flux. Where her emotions are strongest. It's not at the start of the war - so it's not Rhaenys giving a preachy speech or telling her to turn back or whatever. Things have happened. Time has passed. Alliances have been made and quite possibly other things have occurred. A very important thing to note is: Daemon isn't there. He has left for Harrenhal and Jace has returned.

For the first time, probably, Rhaenys will have the chance to counsel Rhaenyra without Daemon's influence or presence. Daemon, who has been gung-ho about vengeance since Viserys popped his clogs and is likely no better now. Someone who feeds Rhaenyra's worst instincts.

Rhaenyra is inexperienced at war. She's never participated in one, never been close to one, never waged one. She's never been in this position of responsibility. There's a decent change she can romanticise it, even, given her father's tales of Valyria, the glorification of Daemon, her childhood wish to be a knight and ride to battle and glory and the righteousness of her cause and her claim as she sees it.

It makes sense for Rhaenys to have both an opinion on that and to offer council, given Rhaenys's own experiences. What Rhaenys is saying is that: there will be a cost. It will not be easy and Luke's death is not the worst thing that will occur, potentially. It will get messier and messier, she could lose more and more. Including Jace, who has just returned to them. And all of that, as Queen, will be on Rhaenyra's shoulders. She has to remain level-headed as opposed to being ruled by emotion and ruled by "the desire to burn and kill" because that way madness lies.

I think the order of the lines will go like this, with them being split up by either more dialogue from one or both of the women:

"When the desire to kill and burn takes hold and reason is forgotten.. we will not even remember what began the war in the first place." [...] "There is no war so hateful to the Gods as a war between kin. And no war so bloody as a war between dragons."

Rhaenys starts by looking into the middle-distance, not looking at Rhaenyra. She is empathising with what Rhaenyra is feeling and remembers experiences that she has been through that conjure up the same desire. The war has started, you see that in the language.

And it makes sense if Rhaenyra is feeling like she is starting this for Luke or starting it for her father or starting it for some noble reason for Rhaenys to keep that in check if she sees Rhaenyra veering towards revenge or vengeance without limit - something that is likely to come out at such an event as Luke's funeral and the aftermath of finding those remains (because a woman screaming over the remains of their burnt son, how could she possibly relate...).

But then she will turn to Rhaenyra. Then she'll look and say the next part which is, essentially: be certain. This war will not be easy, be just or be glorious. It will not be a crusade, it will not be idealistic, it will not go how Rhaenyra expects and at the end of the day, even if victory is assured, people may not like you for it. It will change you. It will have a cost.

That's not something to necessarily run away from or hide from. But it is something to keep in mind and be aware. Don't be consumed. Don't prolong it. Don't deny it. They are in it now. They are all in it. For Rhaenyra and she has to understand that. Whatever Rhaenyra decides, it affects everything. Whatever Rhaenyra is ruled by, it changes all.

#i needed to get it off my chest #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen

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thesupreme316 · 5 months

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Can I make a request with the boys with a reader who is introverted and how the boys make them feel more comfortable (please add Daniel Garcia he’s my pookie🤭)

AEW STARS React To: Having An Introverted S/O

Pairings: Daniel Garcia x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Max Caster x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, MJF x Reader, Hook x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader

Word Count: 837

Supreme Speaks: otay sorry for being late but here is another post. also OVER 300 FOLLOWERS??? thank yall so much for the support and love yall show my posts💖 please remember that you are loved and appreciated!

Warnings: GIFS ARE NOT MINE, slightly proofread, fluffy as shit

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

Daniel Garcia (ya pookie):

Okay I am convinced that DG is an ambivert

Mans is both extroverted and introverted

So he understands when you need to wind down

Would constantly take you to your favorite places

I would also like to think that DG is that person who would drop everything for you if your battery dies or if you don’t feel well

Isiah: Danny, where are you go-

DG: My baby needs me, now move mushroom

Is perfectly fine with you being shy/introverted and doesn’t judge you at all

Hook:

As an introvert, he doesn’t give it any thought

He would find your introverted self adorable

I think to make you more comfortable, he would participate with you in various activities

Because of him being private, he won’t force you to do anything that you don’t want to

Keeps a list of many things you like to do

Doesn’t force you to speak or introduce yourself to others

Knows that you don’t have plans so if he needs to run errands; he’s dragging you with him

If anything he’s your security guard while you sit in the corner on your phone or reading

Ricky Starks:

OKAY LISTEN

We know how spectacular (and bold) this man is

But he is super understanding and caring

Know when he needs to tone it down so doesn’t overwhelm you

He will push you to speak to others but he wouldn’t want you to change

Ricky will try to help you find new comforts but is okay with just the two of you sitting at home and watching tv

To make you comfy, he’ll tease you with loving remarks, letting you know that he adores your introverted self

He’ll also talk for you if you want him to (cause Jesus that man can talk)

Eddie Kingston (ma husband):

LOOK

In my mind, Eddie is sensitive and can detect how people from first meeting them

So when he first meets you and sees how introverted you are, he immediately attaches himself to you and becomes your guard dog

He prefers to sit in corners anyway, so your introverted life is his speed

Hates to push “out of your comfort zone” but he will support you in whatever you do

Will ditch whoever to come and check on you; it doesn’t matter who they are

To make you comfortable, he will speak up for you (especially if you can’t say no to people)

Tbh, its like Rottweiler x Black Cat type of relationship

Christian Cage: (ma sugar daddy)

Teehee this man believes you are just adorable beyond relief

Doesn’t mind doing the majority of the talking when you two are together

I feel like he’ll introduce you to others and if you don’t show interest/or speak up, he is quick to leave with you in tow

To comfort you, he will tone down his extrovertness (? Idk if that’s a word) and make himself available for you to warm up to him

He doesn’t wanna scare you off

Christian will even let up on the teasing and “bullying” others just to make sure that you’re okay

But he will buy you gifts to let you know what he likes you

I feel like overall, the man is changing his himself and personality to adhere to you and your interest

Max Caster:

I will admit it (cause this is how I visualize it)

He initially fucks up

Max is so damn loud and hyper that he scares you off very quickly

After calming down, he apologizes to you and actually becomes close to you before asking you out

He tries to make you louder and (boldly) confident but is told repeatedly by Anthony and Billy that you prefer to be away from the spotlight and like to be quiet most of the time

From then on, Max tries his best to ensure that he’s not being too loud around you

To make you comfy, I can see him trying to make you laugh at any place or time (so he still doesn’t shut up)

Man is whipped for you and will do anything to make you feel comfortable

That includes taping his mouth shut

MJF:

Hehe this man

He will gladly be the mouthpiece of your relationship

Unlike other people, MJF will loudly announce that you guys would need to leave and not lie

“Okay you marks, you all with your repulsive faces and boring personalities are draining my lovely yet quiet significant other. So…we are leaving, peace bitches”

He’ll introduce you to others..but that’s it for fear that you’ll get overwhelmed

Like Ricky and Max, he can talk your ear off if it’s what you need

Or he’ll just sit down and watch TV with you like Hook

Since dating you, he’s calmed down with his arrogance and tries his best not to get angry

Around you….he’s still an asshole to everyone else

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total drama cast ranked by how much i want to smoke with them

would feel actively bad making this guy smoke

24 alejandro already weird about food and his body in a not eating preservatives or dyes way i do not think he would smoke or drink. he would do cocaine but that’s not what we’re asking. wouldn’t participate and would have a bad time if he did. would be number one if the question was which total drama character do i want to talk to about orthorexia. also wayyy too much of a dick to be a good trip sitter he’d start trying to hypnotise me or some shit

23 trent i cannot imagine weed would make his paranoia less debilitating which sucks because i feel like all his friends smoke. cool guy not a stoner would hang out with him sober unless he brought his guitar

nightmare blunt rotation

22 cody brags a lot about how much he smokes and how much of a total nonevent this is for him takes one drag and coughs so hard he throws up. bad time for everyone

21 duncan keeps mentioning that he did ket before he came because he knew your shit was going to be weak as if you didn’t hear him (he doesn’t think you reacted enough the first time). just kind of an asshole

20 justin opposite to alejandro in one important way which is that i think he absolutely smokes. however i think weed would make him even more intolerable i think he’d be a buzzkill and kind of mean

whatever

19 izzy keeps describing the crazy horrific ‘hallucinations’ she’s having to try to freak everyone out and successfully convinces owen he can also see them. may or may not actually be high. only not in nightmare because i think if she did smoke she’d be relatively mellow

18 beth trying too hard to be funny acting way more out of it than she is. would annoy me i think

17 katie and 16 sadie would be whispering to each other the whole time and not really mixing with the rest of the group. they’d giggle until they had an incomprehensible falling out. they would still leave together

15 owen on paper ideal he’s chill he’s put more thought into the snacks than he has the weed. however i know he’d be farting constantly and apologising but still doing it and it would piss me off so bad i’d have to leave

14 sierra would be very giggly and her infodumping would be plagiarised from a video essay i watched last week. i would not call her out on it

13 noah ‘this is garbage i don’t feel anything’ -> catatonic

12 ezekiel not allowed to smoke weed but if he did it would change absolutely nothing about his behavior. this one’s just whether i would hang out with ezekiel and honestly i would

11 heather would get a headache and get snippy but i think she both has smoked before and would be pretty mellow. total middle of the road she’s fine

sure

10 gwen would be cool if i could talk to her about her art and bugs and dali but if she got one text from duncan or courtney or trent i think she would enter a paranoia death spiral. i would have to hide her phone

9 eva i think she’d be quiet but chill. inoffensive i think it would do her good

8 tyler would have a good time i think he’d be funny but would manage to grievously injure himself and then we’d be stoned in the emergency room and he’d panic

7 geoff cool guy definitely knows a guy but i think he’d be too much. i’d be greening out and he’d be crossfaded stood on the table. would be willing to put up with him for bridgette’s sake

6 courtney would tell me several times about how letting loose on one day actually allows her to be sharper and more productive for the rest of the week before going nonverbal. that’d be cool with me i know she needs it

5 leshawna she’s cool i want to talk to her about what she’s got going on. would stay relatively level-headed though i think she’d be annoyed by anyone acting up

dream blunt rotation

4 lindsay honestly can’t see a downside here. she would have a sparkly pink bong i would definitely smoke with lindsay

3 dj don’t think he smokes much but would socially. just a cool guy probably homemade food for the sesh. ideal

2 harold i want to watch star wars with harold stoned soooo bad. i’d let him infodump about the medieval summer camp he went to last year

1 bridgette chill into crystals and spirituality objective best choice. all her snacks are vegan she would smoke on the beach. nice and funny also only contestant i think was actually stoned on the show

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canonicallyobserving911 · 4 months

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“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 18 is now available on AO3.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Currently 18 chapters completed: 673.4K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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Here's an emotionally charged snippet from Chapter 18 of a conversation Buck and Eddie had with the Diaz parents. 👀

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“And I’ve already said, we’re not here for your approval and if you don’t understand how much we love each other, then that’s on you. Buck is already Chris’ legal guardian…”

She interrupts him. “Eddie! You changed your will and you didn’t tell us? What about us?”

“Mom, I changed my will and named Buck to be Chris’ legal guardian more than three years ago and that was at least a year before I got shot because there’s no one in this world I trust with Chris more than him. He loves him, he fights for him every day and that’s why if anything were to happen to me, Buck will take care of Chris and after we’re married, he’ll still be taking care of him because he’s his second dad and he’ll legally be his stepdad.”

“I knew you would drag Christopher down with you.” She responds with a huff.

“Helena? Please listen to Eddie. He’s trying to tell us…”

“No Ramon. Eddie never listens to the things we try to tell him and it’s affecting his decision making.”

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief. “Mom, based on your reaction, it appears you’re the one who’s not listening. Didn’t you hear anything I just said? Me and Buck are madly in love with each other, we’re engaged, he’s already Chris’ legal guardian and has been for years, he’s already his other dad and when we get married, he’ll become his stepdad. We’re living together and from now on, you need to call before you show up at our home.”

The room is quiet and the only sounds that can be heard are the Santa Ana Winds blowing outside.

What's going to happen next? 👀

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie. It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - Will be posted soon.

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#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #The Diaz Family #buckley diaz family #buddie fanfic #ao3 fanfic #911 fanfic #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #Hiatus Reading #911 abc #911 on abc #“I'm still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”#Chapter 18 is now available on AO3

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sercezgazety · 5 months

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At some point, Dan decides to teach Herbert how to drive.

There are many quite rational reasons to do that. It’s an investment, you see. A little bit of effort now, and soon, Herbert will be able to run errands all by himself. No more waking Dan up at three in the morning, and no urgent calls from telephone booths in the middle of nowhere (how does Herbert get there in the first place, remains a mystery). Most importantly, no need for Dan to participate in obtaining the bodies. It doesn’t make that much difference, not really — if somebody finds the car suspicious, if anyone notices how often it’s parked in the vicinity of the morgue, it’s going to be very easy to trace it back to their house. There isn’t that many people parking around here, and that’s mostly because they have actively chosen a house in a desolate area. Dan tries his best to doctor the plates with a marker and acrylic paint, or, in one particular instance, with nail polish. He changes some F’s into E’s, C’s into zeroes, and then hurries to get rid of the evidence the moment they’re back. He has an entire system in place, never picking the same morgue twice in a row, rotating between different towns and counties, carefully studying the map to avoid any patterns. More than once, he’s proposed going across the state lines. Herbert didn’t agree, of course, deeming any drive longer than one hour absolutely unacceptable. They have to be fresh. Need I remind you, Dan, what happens when they’re not?

Dan doesn’t need to be reminded, actually. It’s not something one can ever forget, though Herbert at times acts as if he’s managed to do so anyway.

But they compromise, at least sometimes, opting for ossuaries that are farther away and have been confirmed to have terrible security. Dan’s system’s been working so far, yes, but let’s face it, it’s mostly been pure luck. When they run out of it — and that’s a question of when, not if — they’re both going to be in the same kind of trouble. Dan’s way past plausible deniability at this point, even though it’s Herbert who keeps recklessly stealing organs right from their own goddamn workplace.

Still, it would be nice to avoid at least some of these midnight drives, especially when Dan’s shift starts early in the morning. He’s been dead on his feet for months now, though he’s smart enough to never phrase it like that when complaining to his roommate. A prospect of Herbert being able to attend his morbid business alone is something that Dan can’t help but consider alluring, sue him.

And so, he brings it up one day during a breakfast that was supposed to follow a full night sleep but ends up being eaten over a sink while Dan’s desperately trying to get rid of the blood on his last good sweater before the stains become permanent. His shift starts in forty minutes, and he’s had two hours of sleep before Herbert dragged him out of bed to play his chauffeur.

Here’s the thing: Herbert always gets in the back of the car. It shouldn’t be that annoying, it gives Dan some space to breathe. There are even rare times when West isn’t backseat driving, but it doesn’t change the fact that he treats Dan as his servant, and he’s probably never noticed he’s doing that.

God knows Herbert’s trying, and that’s the saddest part. Dan would have to be blind not to notice that, the way he’s suddenly started to agree to at least some activities Dan proposes. They have movie nights from time to time, and while Herbert sits there on the couch, both rigid and restless, radiating discontent when things blow up onscreen and our hero gets the girl, he doesn’t say anything. It’s the kind of self-restraint Dan never suspected him to possess.

Once, just once, Herbert makes dinner, and it’s surprisingly edible. It’s just chemistry, he says, and that’s true, but it never stopped his sandwiches from tasting and looking like shit before. The apron he wears is the same one he puts on in the basement, and he fails to see the problem. He starts making Dan coffee in the morning when he remembers to, and presses Dan’s shirts on one occasion. Every now and then, he decides to wash the dishes, even if he hasn’t used any of them. All of these activities, perfectly ordinary, have this air of grand gestures. To Herbert, they probably are. Dan sometimes worries what else the guy might come up with, and dreads the day when he gets a bunch of organs wrapped in a bow. Herbert knows he’s halfway out the door at this point, perhaps he even thinks he’s already made up his mind. He hasn’t, but there’s no need for Herbert to know that.

Herbert’s miserable solution is to play house. And it’s not that he’s bad at it — which he is, by the way, absolutely terrible, not because he’s performing the tasks wrong, but because he’s putting so much effort into things that shouldn’t require any; and because it’s him. As simple as that. It’s eerie, to watch him try to deal with domesticity, and all of it would be endearing in a girl who’s only learning how to become a housewife. But to watch Herbert scrub the plates clean when reeking of dead things, to observe him trying to sit on a couch without staining it with blood that still hasn’t dried on his shirt, it’s terrifying. He’s pretending to be something he’s not, and the ugly truth keeps peeking out from underneath his every little gesture. Dan wants to shake him and scream until he stops, gives up on acting like a normal person, like someone with whom Dan might be willing to spend his life. As if this arrangement, whatever it is, wasn’t temporary, and as if Dan bringing girls over was something that offended Herbert on a personal level.

The disdained grimace he makes when he sees any of Dan’s guests is presumptuous and just plain rude, so much so that sometimes Dan can’t stop thinking about it for hours, even when there are legs wrapped around his waist. Dan, the girls say, breathless as he’s finishing, but all he can hear at those times is really, Dan? in Herbert’s monotone. As his toes curl, so do imaginary Herbert’s lips in a snarl, and yes, in that exact order.

“Are the two of you—” one girl asks after Herbert’s been particularly Herbert upon walking on them in the kitchen. She doesn’t finish the sentence, frowning and trying to figure out the least offensive way to say what she means.

There’s dread lurking behind the smile plastered on her face. Is Dan sick? They’ve already slept together a couple times; is she going to get sick as well?

“God, no,” Dan says. “Me and Herbert? No.” Then he bursts out with laughter that ends up being a bit too long and a tad too loud.

“It’s okay, I won’t tell anybody,” she reassures him, but she’s clearly lying, because after that, he hits the longest dry spell in his life.

Dan can’t blame her. No one’s above suspicion, and some tensions are bound to appear, it’s only natural. People are angry and scared. Everyone has the right to make their own choices, and that’s fine by him. Live and let live, Dan’s grandma used to say, and it’s a good rule he tries to uphold to this day, but it’s getting more difficult to do so as some of the guys recklessly spread the disease among straight people. It gets even more terrifying when you work at a hospital and get to see the ravages.

Some of the bisexuals, despite what they are, are probably decent people. Not all of them brought it upon themselves, and Dan really wouldn’t want to be in their shoes when watching the late night talk shows.

Dan is sick, but not in the way she wanted to inquire about. He’s just suffering from prolonged exposure, and it does things to his head. There are times when the infernal little man doesn’t do anything wrong, and Dan still wants to throw a punch just to hear him whimper. He wonders if Herbert would make a sound similar to the one he makes when the reagent hits. Other times, he wants to bang Herbert’s head against the wall until he wails. He doesn’t; he’d never. That’s not who Dan is, but he also realizes if he stays here long enough, that’s who he might become. Those are still the least disturbing things he’d like to do that his brain spits out at him; at least in those scenarios both of them are fully dressed. Dan’s been losing arguments for a while now, unable to focus on anything but the images that appear in his head uninvited. There’s something seriously wrong with West if he makes people around him feel this way. He’s the disease, a cancer that just keeps on spreading.

Which is funny, because they do have a fight, one of the relatively big ones, over a stage four patient with a pair of surprisingly good lungs that Herbert can’t wait to get his creepy hands on.

“You’re aware there’s a difference between a person and a corpse, right?” Dan hisses after having dragged him into a storage room.

“That’s an idiot question.” Herbert straightens to his full unimpressive height. Maybe he really thought it was a question. Maybe he just wants to rile Dan up even more, gets some sick satisfaction out of it. “Of course there’s a difference. For now.”

That opens the floodgates. Dan spends the next ten minutes detailing all the ways in which, so far, West has succeeded at producing corpses out of living people, and the very moment he brings up Meg, he gets primly asked whether he’s done wasting their time, given that they’re on the clock. Then, Herbert leaves Dan seething to attend another patient. Worst part is, he actually helps that one, while Dan’s so angry and late, he almost botches up a surgery. By the time their shift is over, Herbert doesn’t apologize, doesn’t even ask whether Dan’s going to drive him, he just gets in the backseat and waits.

And Dan, the spineless creature that he apparently is, drives him home. They eat in silence, Meg’s absence hanging between them, though Dan’s pretty sure he’s the only one who’s noticed.

Herbert might be trying to be less insufferable, he might be acting as if Dan didn’t need a woman in his life and as if he were able to fill that role, as if he were a— a person, a proper person capable of feeling. He might be doing all that, fine, but only when he remembers to. It’s very easy for him to slip, or just never realize that this specific thing he does is typical of him and him alone, something that inadvertently reveals the rot that runs through his veins. Taking the backseat and expecting Dan to drive him around is one of those things, and Dan should be glad there are still some reminders of who he’s dealing with, but. But it’s degrading nonetheless, and that’s not something Dan’s ever been into.

When he brings up the driving lessons for the first time, Herbert acts like a petulant child. Declines with a scoff, and it’s clear that the thing he finds most offensive is not the fact that Dan is trying to weasel out of grave-robbing, which, fair is fair, he is. Rather, Herbert can’t stomach the idea that he himself might not possess some ability. Before he admits that might be the case, almost a month passes.

Dan might have had something to do with that realization, purposefully arriving late at the appointed place (not nearly as many times as he’d like; just enough so that it doesn’t become suspicious), forgetting to pick Herbert up after his hospital shift, failing to bring some of the supplies and slowing down the work. Going to the pub for hours, leaving Herbert to his own devices with a car but no driver.

Herbert knows what he’s been doing, there’s no question about it. Can’t prove it, but knows, and the knowledge makes it probably even worse; now he’s fully aware to what an extent he’s dependent on Dan and his good mood. It must be humiliating. Wouldn’t be to any other person, probably, but it’s Herbert we’re talking about.

“At some point, I won’t be around,” Dan says on Thursday. “Who’s going to drive you then, hm?”

It’s an offhanded remark, something that just spills out of his mouth while rehashing the same argument for the millionth time, and it wasn’t supposed to sound like that. It wasn’t even supposed to be said out loud, not for weeks, months to come. There’s a finality to that statement that Dan didn’t intend. Herbert picks up on it immediately, judging by how his entire frame stiffens.

He works his jaw silently for a moment, and Dan wants to apologize, go back and rephrase it, but maybe ripping the band aid off wasn’t the worst idea. Yeah. Maybe it’s for the better.

“I have work to do,” Herbert finally declares, looking somewhere else. He flees to the dead things in the basement, and he might be walking there with slow, measured steps, he might not run, but it’s still very obviously an escape. The half-eaten dinner and the dishes he offered to clean just a five minutes ago are all but forgotten, and he doesn’t come back upstairs that night.

On Friday evening, though, he takes the front seat and watches Dan the entire drive home with an odd look of determination. This might be the first time Herbert’s ever shut up, and instead of cherishing it, Dan tries to fill the silence with some chit-chat. It gets ignored.

The second time Herbert does this, it’s so disquieting, Dan turns on the music. Herbert’s hand flies to the dashboard, and he turns off the radio immediately, but that’s a good sign; it means he knows how to do that. He’s been paying attention, and with that, they can work.

The third time, he clears his throat the moment they leave the parking lot.

“Fine,” he spits, and doesn’t elaborate.

continue reading the chapter here as Herbert runs over one animal after another

#cw for queerphobia and AIDS mentions #re-animator #reanimator #danbert #herbert west #dan cain #instead of editing the fith chapter or finishing the sixth I'm posting parts of the fourth one on tumblr dot com #because it's not doing great

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alwritey-aphrodite · 5 months

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hello scout!!!!!🧡 "home for the holidays" with poe?

2023 Holiday Blurbs

The holidays, with all their joy and nostalgia and warmth, also carry with them the capacity for intense melancholy and loneliness, a gripping despair as you watch everyone around you spend time laughing with their loved ones. You love the holidays, all the baking and decorating and excitement that bubbles as the day grows closer and closer, but there’s always an underlying disappointment that clouds everything you do, no matter how hard you try to enjoy yourself.

It’s easier when you have friends and family to spend the season with, but this year, you’re utterly alone. With Poe’s unpredictable schedule, it’s hard to plan anything in advance, and you try your best not to get your hopes up, knowing you’ll most likely end up disappointed. This year, though, he was supposed to be able to come home for the holidays, at least for a few days.

“I’m sorry, I probably won’t be back until New Year’s, at least,” he tells you, voice tinny through your phone’s speakers. It’s hard to be upset when you know he wants to come home just as much, but you can’t help the way your heart drops into your stomach at the news. All your plans, all your cute holiday date ideas, fly out the window, and your new mission is to come up with ways to feel as least lonely as possible.

Despite the lingering disappointment and sadness that you can’t seem to shake, you do all your favorite holiday activities, decorating and baking and buying gifts to mail to your loved ones, and the cheer is infectious enough to make you forget your loneliness, at least for a few days, and then the holidays are upon you and there’s nothing you can do.

Instead of jumping out of bed and rushing around to do any last minute cleaning or gift wrapping or cooking before getting yourself ready, you stay in your festive pajamas and trudge to the couch, not even bothering to cook and instead feasting on all your favorite seasonal treats and snacks. You try to distract yourself with movies and the vain hope that maybe you’ll already receive some gifts in the mail when there’s a knock at your door.

Reluctantly, you drag yourself off the couch, taking your blanket with you and wrapping it around your shoulders as you sulk to the door. You aren’t expecting anyone, but you’re a little hopeful that it might be something good, like a neighbor with Christmas cookies or the mailman with plenty of packages for you. Instead, you’re met with the sight of a beaming Poe Dameron, bags at his feet and arms outstretched for the hug he knows is coming.

Shock doesn’t even begin to describe the way you’re feeling, but you launch yourself into his arms all the same, holding him as tight as possible while he does the same to you. Despite never wanting to let him go, you’re starting to get cold, so you pull back and usher him inside, the grin on your face starting to make your cheeks hurt.

“I thought you couldn’t come back until New Year’s?” You’re a delightful mix of surprise and pure joy, leading Poe to the couch so he can properly explain himself while the two of you warm up.

“I know, but everything changed yesterday and I wanted to surprise you,” he says, pulling you close to him and not even commenting on the slightly disheveled state of your apartment or yourself.

While you weren’t able to have weeks and weeks together to get through all your plans, you’re excited to be able to spend at least a little bit of time with the person you love and hopefully be able to participate in a few of your festive plans. For now, though, you’re perfectly content to cuddle on the couch and continue your movie marathon, and just appreciate that fact that he’s home.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fanfic #star wars fanfiction

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starlightingsss · 7 months

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long live

HELP idk but i titled this after the taylor swift song cs ngl it lines up SO well with the gmg arc..

anyways we alr know who its for 🤭🤭 (LAXUS DREYAR‼️‼️) during the gmg where reader in one mermaid heel n opposing until she sees him?? prob js an extension of my right where you left me oneshot!

everything has changed, laxus is back. she has a reason to smile again, but still, her guild was competing with his. she love him, but she hated losing. despite that though, she had her doubts, should she drop the games? should she try to purposefully lose? winning this would be huge for him and his guild, and it would make them forgive him, right? so wouldn't it be worth it for her to take a loss for him?

she was dragged out of her thoughts when she walked straight into a brick wall, stumbling backwards.

someone had grabbed her, stabilizing her.

"ma'am? are you alright?" mumbled a man as he kneeled by her, sting from sabertooth. a blush grew on her face as she realized.

"oi! isnt that the girl from mermaid heel? the super strong on?" said a voice from next to sting.

"i'm fine.. thank you. i must get going though." she replied, flustered as she ran off into the crowd.

"hey! i dont even know your name yet .. oi! lady you dropped your hairclip!" sting called out after her, as she disappeared.

she entered the stadiums and walked over to the stands where her guild was situated.

"oh! y/n, you're in a much better mood today!" kagura exclaimed.

"some things happened.." she muttered with a huge grin on her face.

"oooh, was it boy things?" risley asked, with a giggle.

"oh! y/n, its about time you've gotten a man in your life!" kagura continued.

"oh? did y/n finally find someone?" arana asked, a smile curling up her lips.

"no! its not like-" she squeaked, flustered, before milliana chimed in.

"who is it? is he cute? like a cat?" she asked, as all 5 of started giggling.

chapati began to announce the games for the day, hidden, and some fight afterwards.

"oi, could i play in today event?" y/n asked, still giddy.

"you're gonna be in the arena losing us points 'cause you're too busy giggling about your boyfriends," risley joked, as kagura shook her head.

"yes, you may participate." kagura said in a stern tone.

as she walked into the arena, she saw grey fullbuster - an ice mage, juvia lockser - a water mage, and rufus lore - a memory mage? 3 recognizable faces and 2 vaguely familiar ones - lyon vastis, and eve tearm. one ice mage, one snow mage.

nullpudding and jager were her main concerns, unsure of what magic they used.

a city formed behind them as mato explained the rules, saying it was a kind of hide and seek.

her lips curled into a smile as they were all teleported around the arena, and had to make a choice of where to hide.

but instead, she decided to not hide, but instead to actively hunt members of other guilds. it was easy with her magic, the magic of bones, they spoke to her, revealing locations, and once that happened, she could strike them down with one hit.

the points were easy to rack up.

one from eve. one from juvia. one from nullpudidng. one from jager. none of them were able to react fast enough to counter the information she already had, she slinked through the shadows, striking them down one by one until it was her versus rufus for 1st place.

she knew his magic, memory make. it didn't necessarily work to duplicate hers, as it was something she was born with and not something learnable.

as the games timer ended, rufus's meteor shower had racked up loads of points, but still - only one more than her. as she realized what she had to do, she shot out of the shadows, dashing at him, but ss her fist connected, the clock rang zero, and time was up - she didn't get the last point needed to win.

meanwhile!

"whoever goes up against her's gonna have hell to pay.." laxus chuckled, watching the event.

"what do you mean by that, laxus?" mirajane asked, a little confused.

"shes probably the strongest mage in this whole damn stadium." laxus recalled, he remembered how strong she was before, but now? 7 years of training, 7 of experience, no one stood a chance.

"can't be so sure, sparky.. she doesn't look very strong, 'm sure i could beat her." gajeel laughed, a mouth full of metal.

laxus just scoffed, knowing they would be forced to realize at some point.

however, it didnt seem to be them who would have to realize, as his name was called into the arena to verse her.

"good luck, laxus!" mira exclaimed as he walked into the arena.

"hey!" y/n said, as they were now facing each other in the arena.

she walked closer to him, before embracing him into a hug that he gladly reciprocated, and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

with her arms around his neck, she was kissing all over his face, before telling him, "just like how it was when we used to train together, ok? nothing too much.."

"crowd seems interested." laxus noted, their response to her kisses on his face consisted of booing, probably directed at laxus.

her guild was going beserk, with the girls in the stands shrieking and cheering, as his seemed to be freaking out, with his frandfather passed out on the floor and natsus jaw hanging slightly open.

"oi, no bone stuff right?" laxus called out, as they both backed up, only to receive a no in response. "good girl," he laughed as she lit up bright up, her hands covering her mouth as she shook her head no.

eventually they did get to the fighting part, but it was just an extended spar, nothing too special about it, until she requipped into a swimsuit and flooded the arena.

"you're gonna get electrocuted, sweetheart," laxus chuckled, seeing her stunt to end the fight.

"'ts been going on for too long.." she laughed, before splashing some water at him.

"oh yea? so you give the points to me instead of letting it draw?" he teased, a smile on his face.

"exactly!" she smiled, "i'm tired."

"come take a nap in my room," he offered.

"hey laxus.." she laughed, "how about.. we hug, and you strike us both with lightning to see who lasts the longest?"

"it's gonna be me." he said, unwilling to lose this. "come here."

"take off your shirt." she mumbled, as she hugged his chest.

lightning struck around them, buzzing in the water, hitting both their bodies, it went on for a minute or two, until y/n went limp.

laxus picked up her body, making sure there was a pulse, before holding it above his head, demonstrating his clear victory, and to get her out of the water.

#laxus dreyar #laxus dreyar x reader #laxus x reader #ft laxus #laxus dreyar oneshot #fairy tail laxus #fairy tail

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OFMD Spiral Parallels 19: Ed and Izzy Sing

Intro: What I love most about how season 2 builds on season 1 of OFMD is the spiral narrative structure. Ground is repeatedly and explicitly re-trod from season 1 to season 2, but in season 2 everything goes deeper than season 1. Meanings are shuffled, emotions are stronger and truer, and transformation is showcased above everything. The first season plucks certain notes, then the second season plucks the same ones--but louder, and then it weaves them together to create a symphony.

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In both seasons 1 and 2, a person the crew of the Revenge knows very well turns up, wearing an unexpected and gender-non-conforming outfit, and starts belting out a heartfelt song. The crew initially reacts with some confusion, but that soon shifts to encouragement, and even participation.

In season 1, Ed is reeling from his breakup with Stede. Rather than retreat into his Blackbeard persona, or running away, he tries to sit with his pain. It's wallowing, it's undignified, and it's emotionally healthy. The result is a rather terrible but entirely heartfelt song about trying to accept the "death" of that relationship.

In season 2, Izzy is reeling from his "breakup" with Ed/Blackbeard and the loss of his leg. Rather than wallowing in self-pity though, he's using the leg offered by the crew to participate fully in a group activity.

When Ed sings, the Revenge crew are confused and a bit uncomfortable about how personal he's being (and how obvious the bad breakup behind it is, there's a reason Olu is very firm telling Stede "you dumped him" later), but they don't question Ed's choice to do this or come close to laughing. That said, Ed is essentially forcing everyone to participate in his pain, so this could easily have gone to a dark place. But then Ed, with a combination of earnestness and obliviousness, almost immediately acts to create emotional space for others. He's turning his own poisoning into positivity, into a chance for everyone to deepen their community--even to stop being pirates.

In contrast, when Izzy sings, he's joining a pre-existing group activity. He's not the only one in drag, he's enhancing something that's already there. It's a very different community act from Ed's: while Ed was creating a safe community around him, Izzy is just adding depth to a community that's already safe.

Which brings us to the reactions Ed and Izzy each have to the other singing. Because each is present at the other's debut, and the reactions each has to the other's singing sets a tone for the entire relationship going forward.

In season 1, Izzy is baffled and horrified by Ed's singing, and how he acts after singing. Ed is very clearly changing in front of all their eyes, embracing a side of himself that he previously buried deep. Stede's gone, but Ed's growth triggered by that relationship is actually continuing. Izzy thought the "problem" with Ed--the reason he wasn't into being Blackbeard anymore--was Stede (and Izzy still thinks that as late as S2E1). But he was wrong that "no Stede" would lead to Blackbeard again, and he's realizing that, and he hates it. Unable to deal with this directly, he instead tries to regulate the way the crew treat Ed, to make them act as re-enforcers of the "Blackbeard" persona. This fails, because Ed himself is no longer interested in living like that. The next time Izzy tries to intervene in this, he does so in private.

And then there's the queerness of it all. Ed's gender expression here is very different from his normal presentation. Sure, the silk robe is technically men's clothes, but it's also pink and covered in flowers. On top of that, Ed's mannerisms in this scene are noticeably more "gay"-coded than at just about any point in the past. Yet, despite his pain, he seems comfortable in his skin as he presents like this. He's not performing a persona, he's "laying himself bare."

Izzy shames Ed for this. In their next scene, he calls Ed being like this "a fate worse than death." He then displays maybe the most overt homophobia ever to appear on the show, mocking Ed as "namby-pamby," shaming his clothes, and tying all of that to Ed's sexual preferences. It's frankly an evil thing for one human being to do to another, and done when Ed is just starting to feel better about being himself again. The relationship between Ed and Izzy never really recovers (til the very end), it just morphs from one kind of toxicity to another before exploding.

Which is why it's important that Ed doesn't say anything when Izzy comes out in drag. Now it's Izzy who's moving outside the traditional bounds of gender, flirting with a drag queen and singing a love song (written by a woman, to add to the nonconformism). And Ed, like Izzy did, keeps his distance from this. KHe's a bit confused, like Izzy was, but his reaction to this confusion isn't to attack. It's to offer approbation. He raises his drink to toast Izzy, confused but not remotely hostile.

And crucially, the reason all this was able to happen was Ed himself. This party is how they're turning Ed's poison into positivity: Ed's own actions, his desire to correct the very mistakes that Izzy once pushed him to make, have helped create a space for Izzy himself to be vulnerable.

On a personal level, Izzy and Ed just weren't any good for each other. When they tried to hang on to each other, one way or another, they dragged each other down. But when they step back from each other, each is finally able to grow.

Over the course of season 2. Ed is accepted back into the crew--but as Stede's boyfriend. He never goes back to the same emotional place with the crew as when he was singing. He even forgets that there was supposed to be a talent show at all.

But despite the interruption of Ned Lowe, Izzy gets to finish his song. He gets to lead the crew in humming along. And he even has a chance to sing another.

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Interwoven | Chapter 5

Chapters: 5/6 Fandom: The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating: Mature/Explicit Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Hob Gadling, Original Characters, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne, Calliope, Mervyn Pumpkinhead, Calliope, The Endless, Eve, Delirium, Death, Desire Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Possessive Behavior, Domestic Abuse, Domestic Violence, Jealousy, Trauma Responses Tags: Character Development, Established Relationships, General complicated feelings, meeting the family, meeting the friends, talk about fantasies, domestic life, fluff, past Relationships, ANGST, OFC: Dahlia, Named Reader, 1st POV

Summary: She had very few people in her life and while he denied it, Dream had so many. People that cared for him, people that warned her. Or in other terms, Dream and Dahlia’s casual relationship is turning not so casual. Chapter Summary: The past and present collide. CHAPTER WARNING: References to Domestic Abuse, Violence, Assault, Graphic Descriptions, Trauma Depictions

As I often did when faced with having to have a hard conversation, I pushed it under the rug and moved on, content to let the unease stay under the surface. Fear and uncertainty won out and it wouldn’t change anything, bringing it all up. Going back to the Waking World was surprisingly difficult but life called. I had work and bills and it’s not like there was cellphone service in the Dreaming so I had to make sure Anissa or Hob weren’t blowing up my phone or freaking out that I’d disappeared. Morpheus eventually fixed that issue through…magic? I wasn’t sure, but he was able to contact people with glowing orbs so it wasn’t too much of a stretch. The orb system wouldn’t quite work for Anissa unless I wanted to spill the news of who he was or give her a heart attack so we went with making my phone reachable in the Dreaming. But life went on. Morpheus didn’t open up about his sisters though I knew something was bothering him and I didn’t bring up Alianora. It was easier to face the insecurity eating me away than the potential argument that would ensue. He was on edge, simultaneously aloof and more protective and I wasn’t sure how to approach him. The holiday months came and passed, one after the other, and time marched ever on. When most people gathered with their families, I stayed in the Dreaming with Morpheus or we’d go to Hob’s flat above the New Inn. Two family-less mortals and an Endless who didn’t seem to care for his. Dream didn’t particularly care if it was a certain holiday, I think using it as an excuse to get away and be with us. Celebrating mostly involved listening to the immortal talk, us bickering, and too much drinking, but for once the holidays didn’t feel as lonely as previous years. Anissa tried to drag me to her family gathering but I declined, not quite feeling like being an outsider and watching what I had lost. It turns out the Dreaming did seem to celebrate certain holidays, or at least some areas of it did. Abel was the main facilitator, going around and decorating furiously and getting the staff involved. Lucienne even wrote out holiday cards for the Dreaming residents. Most of them visited the Houses of Mystery and Secrets for Christmas and ice skating, the large lake nearby frozen over and the area covered in snow. Watching Merv and his Guano Gang of bats try to help hang up lights and decorate trees was particularly entertaining and even if Morpheus didn’t fully participate in all the activity, choosing to work instead, he’d joined for parts of it and stood at my side or watched Lucienne attempt to teach me to ice skate. I knew that even if he seemed disinterested, there was no way the weather in the realm magically became a winter wonderland without his help. It was a small thing, but I noticed it. And as the new year came and went, as I spent time where I could in the Dreaming and Morpheus became a more solid presence in my life, this thing between us felt like an expanding bubble. It was getting harder to ignore, harder to swallow and say we were nothing because we didn’t feel like nothing. We felt like too much. The Dreaming was feeling like home. He was feeling like home. I’d gone from being hollow and going from one empty relationship to another, desperately seeking some sort of affection after Aiden, empty and craving something to make the world less gray. Now life was magic and stories and immortals and people who genuinely cared for me. Anissa, though not his biggest fan, stopped ribbing me about Morpheus and seemed to accept him in a passive aggressive way. Though she didn’t stop giving him shit when the few times she was around him. Hob was quickly becoming a close friend and confidant, someone that understood having a secret and being tied to magic. He’d seen and experienced so much but was still full of light and kindness. Lucienne and Matthew and all of the Dreaming accepted me and seemed happy enough for me to be around. And Dream, he cared. Cared so much that it felt like I would be swallowed whole by the endless stars and sky that burned in his eyes. He hated me being away, I could tell. Each time I left the Dreaming, he seemed to cling tighter and when he would leave, he’d linger longer. I knew he was aware of the bubble growing as well, this building thing between us and I wasn’t sure how he felt. Morpheus was simultaneously desperate to have me at his side and mysteriously distant at times, doing work that he wouldn’t share or expand upon when asked. It felt like he was hiding something and I wasn’t sure how to feel. Complicated. Attached. Mine and his. Words I’d used to describe us seemed too simple now. They didn’t fit. But different words, words that lingered on my tongue when I smiled at him wide with utter abandon or felt his lips on my skin in worship, felt too big. Like I would choke on them if they left my lips. Like he’d vanish if he attempted to utter them. Thus, we stayed in limbo, too big and too small, but knowing something would change soon for better or for worse. A car crash waiting to happen. I chewed my lip as I left my office building, the air outside warmer in the evening now. Spring had come slowly but a few tendrils of Winter still clung, the slight bite in the morning hanging in the air by lunch and now gone entirely by evening. The day had been slow, boring, and I’d spent a dumb amount of time at work arguing about an old collection of fairy tales over text with Hob in between his lectures. I had no doubt it would continue when he came over for dinner with Dream, who would no doubt settle it between us, but I was determined to be right. I had even called the local bookshop I frequented close to my apartment to see if they carried the book I was thinking of. He was stubborn but so was I. Anissa was out on vacation for a week, leaving the office stuffy and boring so I was eager to leave as soon as the clock turned. I sighed and checked my phone before entering into the small bookshop down the street, the bell ringing overhead. I had a bit of time before both immortals came over. Hob was going to be doing the cooking so he had plans to come over earlier to start, Morpheus showing up whenever he deemed he could get away. He didn’t eat with us but usually drank wine while we did, choosing to enjoy the company instead. We’d learned better after making him try the food once, overly excited to see him change his mind and only getting a bland reaction in return. Unless it was on my skin, he wasn’t a fan of human foods. There weren't a lot of people inside, most customers already headed home for the night rather than stopping in to shop. I twiddled with the black stone on my necklace and went to the isle where the book would likely be, skimming over the titles and slightly smiling at myself while thinking of the two men that simultaneously annoyed me and kept me on my toes in different ways. But I was determined to be able to throw this book in Hob’s face if only to see his reaction. I chewed my lip and then made a small noise of satisfaction as the title fell under my fingertips, the book obviously second hand and well loved but the golden foil of the words holding up. I flipped through the pages anxiously, grinning when it found the one I knew had been in this collection. He had been so determined to say it wasn’t included, it was going to be so satisfying to prove him wrong. “I take it you found what you were looking for?” a soft feminine voice spoke behind me and I jumped, hugging the book to my chest and knocking into the shelf. I winced as my elbow connected to the wood and some of the books jostled together. The woman standing behind me was beautiful, dark hair falling around her shoulders and some pinned back in intricate braids. Her brown eyes were warm as she looked on with a slight smile, a white sundress falling to her feet. There was a grace and light that emanated from her, ease and comfort surrounding her like a well loved blanket. I smiled, laughing nervously, and clung to the book in my hands. “Uh, yeah, I was hoping they had this copy. I was needing it for a friend,” I replied, tongue explaining without even thinking. She smiled and nodded, hands clasped in front of her and looking at the title I held, “That is an old one, but a beautiful collection.” I wasn’t sure why I was nervous. Words tumbled from my lips unbidden and I couldn’t help smiling, a little bashful, “I read it a long time ago when I was trying to get a story sorted out, but I think I just ended up devouring the stories instead. I love old folk tales.” In truth, I’d read it all over and over again until Aiden had tossed it in the trash. I had become distracted from him and like most things I loved, he got rid of it. Her brown eyes lit up and a tinge of amusement danced along her lips, “Oh you’re a writer?” I chewed on my lip, shrugging, “Sort of. Nothing published or really finished, more like I write in my past time.” My past time which had been dwindling over the past year, now relegated to when I would spend time in the library with Lucienne or the few times I was alone at home, “I work at the book publisher a few blocks away! It was the closest I could get to working with stories outside of writing and reading them.” That amusement on her face grew but there was a hint of bitterness at its edge. I wasn’t sure why I was telling her this, almost as if it were unbidden. One of my hands went to fiddle with the black stone necklace, the obsidian cool under my fingers. I watched her eyes follow the movement and fixate, her brow furrowing. “A writer and a lover of stories,” she sighed almost sadly even while slightly smiling, warm brown eyes flickering up to meet mine once more, “I could see why Oneiros would take an interest in you.” The name clanged through me, harsh and sharp, severing the connection between us. Almost as if the temperature had dropped, it was instantly colder and I could feel the slight tingling of Dream’s power emanating from the stone necklace. Oneiros, another of Morpheus’ names. My fingers tightened around the book. I was on guard immediately and shut myself off, face becoming stony, “It was nice talking to you but I have somewhere I need to be.” Before she could reply, I took the book and almost walked out of the store, stopping briefly to remember where I was. The cashier didn’t comment on the fact I was shaking, quickly ringing me up and completing my purchase, and then I was pushing the door open to leave the small bookshop with the book shoved into my bag. I was alert, flight or fight running through me. Normal people didn’t know about Morpheus. She couldn’t be human, could be any manner of thing. And I wasn’t about to stick around to find out if she meant to hurt me, maybe even use me against him. Morpheus’ paranoia was rubbing off on me. Dream’s necklace was clutched in my fingers and I wondered if he could feel the sharp tick in my anxiety, glancing up to see if I could spot Matthew anywhere. I wasn’t sure exactly how his connection to the jewel worked, only that it would lead him to me in case of emergencies. Another of his precautions. The door chimed behind me and footsteps raced before a gentle hand grabbed my arm. I whirled and backed up, breaking contact and instantly defensive. The woman held her hands up, face apologetic and beseeching, “I mean you no harm! I did not wish to frighten you at all, I had simply wished to speak with you.” Her voice was gentle, pleading, and there was a calming effect to it that I tried to shake off. It could be natural but could also be magic. I didn’t relax, eyes wide. Even in the brightness of the dying sun with other people around, I was fully on my guard, “You mentioned Dream, you know him.” She let out a huff, half a laugh and half a sigh, while slightly lowering her hands, “Yes, I do know him. I would have said rather well, but I’m afraid not quite so much anymore. My name is Calliope. Do you know who I am?” The world tilted. My breath caught and eyes widened, heart thumping rapidly in my chest. Did I know who she was? Yes, I did. Her name had rattled in my brain for an entire night while I sat in Morpheus’ empty chambers, waiting for him. Wondering what he was doing, running off to his ex-wife, leaving me without even a word. His former lover and wife. The mother of his child. A muse, a goddess. It all fit now that I was looking at her with fresh eyes. She was beautiful, a hint of etherealness underneath her rich tanned skin, with an elegant face and regal-ness. Even in more modern clothing, it fit her and didn’t hide the classic look of her. The calming nature of her made sense. I could only whisper out a reply, eyes quickly cataloging everything about her all the while finding myself lacking, “Yes, I know of you.” Morpheus had loved her once, loved her long enough to marry her and then father a child with her. We had never broached the topic again after our last blow out concerning her, when he’d disappeared to help her, so I wasn’t sure how they had fallen apart, how their marriage had crumbled. I knew it had to deal with their son but that was a dangerous topic and I never brought it up again. But looking at her, I could see why he had been with her. There was tenderness, compassion alongside her beauty, but confidence and a hint of defiance in her eyes. A muse and the Prince of Stories. It was fitting. More fitting than a human and King of Dreams. Her lips pressed together and she tried to smile at me but it was a bit sad and sympathetic, “This is a bit of a mess, is it not? I am sorry. I had heard of you- of both of you and…was curious as to who had attracted his attention. I truly only wished to talk.” She was pleading, hands open as if to show she truly meant no harm. I chewed on my lip, feeling small and awkward in front of her, as I processed her words. She had heard of us which meant word had spread beyond the Dreaming and the Endless. Otherworldly beings turned out to be huge gossips and I was finding myself at the center of that. I knew that would upset Morpheus, either because people were intruding on his personal business or because it meant people knew he was with a human. I wasn’t sure and didn’t know if I wanted to find out which. In all honesty, I didn’t know what to do or how to feel. This woman did nothing to me beyond spark jealousy and insecurity but that wasn’t her fault. I knew she had been in trouble, imprisoned against her will for years until Morpheus had at last saved her. Sympathy and jealousy warred until all that was less was awkwardness. “I’m Dahlia. I…don’t really know what to say to you. This isn’t exactly a normal occurrence for me,” I mumbled and almost hugged myself if only to feel some semblance of grounding. “Meeting a former lover of Dream’s?” Calliope offered with a slight smile. I shrugged, “More like meeting a goddess but that too.” We both sort of laughed under our breaths, the tension easing a bit. Sighing, I looked up at her from under my lashes and chewed on my already raw lip, “He didn’t tell me exactly what you went through but…I’m sorry, either way. I’m glad he helped free you.” A shadow passed behind her eyes and she briefly looked down, swallowing visibly, before offering a solemn smile, “It is unnecessary but thank you. I did not believe he would come, that he would help. But he has changed. I can see that now.” “How so?” I asked. I kept hearing over and over that he had changed, but this was the only version of him I ever knew. Everything I’d been told so far had been so different from the man I’d come to be with. She looked me over then looked around us, people walking past on their way home along the sidewalks, “May I walk with you?” In the back of my mind, I reminded myself Hob and Dream would both be at my apartment soon so maybe heading that way wasn’t a bad idea. I could only hope he wasn’t near and didn’t see Calliope. If he was mad at Delirium and Death for being around me, I wasn’t sure how he’d react to his ex wife talking to me. I nodded and she stepped forward, falling into step at my side as we started to walk down the street. “He is no longer the man I once married,” the goddess began, eyes distant, “When he pursues you, he is fire and overwhelming. Almost suffocating with how much he loves, but once that fades, once it all settles, he could be so cold, so strict. It’s a miracle we stayed together as long as we did. Now there is almost a…gentleness to him. Oneiros is not as hard as he used to be. Maybe not as cruel.” Cruel. This wasn’t the first time I had heard that description of him. It’d been said about Alianora. He was fire, bright and burning and all consuming. While I’d been told in the past he would hardly touch anyone, didn’t seem to like it himself and wouldn’t permit it, he almost seemed desperate for contact now. He was always touching me in some form or fashion, even if it was only a simple brush against my side. I couldn’t see this Morpheus she was describing, but then again she was speaking of love. We weren’t like that. Either way, this was probably my only chance to learn more about their relationship. I was learning a lot about Dream’s previous lovers, most likely learning more than I should, and a part of me said that sometimes knowing too much would only hurt. Another part though couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help the comparisons or learning how he may one day leave or hurt me, learning the differences. Maybe it was the broken, leftover parts of my previous relationship that made me want to prepare for the worst instead of enjoying what I had. Like I was bracing for impact. But I couldn’t stop it. Fear had a hold of me and said to prepare because he would leave one day like he did with all the rest. Each step felt like it weighed a ton, but I kept walking, glancing at her from the side of my eyes, “But you did stay together for quite a while. I’m sorry if this is intrusive. He just never talks about…anything.” Calliope smiled, almost knowing, letting me guide the direction we walked, “No, he doesn’t. Sharing parts of himself was never something he did. But it’s fine, I understand wanting to know and I don’t mind.” She took a deep breath, breathing in the cooling air of dusk, “We did once love each other, but I wished to keep my life even while we were together. It made each meeting more special in my mind and I did not wish to live in the Dreaming. I lived in the Waking world with my sisters and he stayed in his realm. But once the passion faded, I think the distance became a wedge.” “Oneiros traps himself in his rules and routines and work, desperately clinging to them while also desperate to break from them. I think in the beginning I was a distraction from that work, a distraction from the Dreaming. I tried to be considerate of his responsibilities, was obedient and caring as a good wife is, but it was not enough. I think he became bored of it all, of our domestic life. He slowly stopped visiting and I had to go to him if I wished to see him.” “Wait, weren’t you Queen? Of the Dreaming?” I asked tentatively. I wasn’t sure if that was even a thing, but the fact she stayed outside of the Dream even while married was odd to me. I couldn’t imagine not being a part of the realm while with him. The place was magic and I knew Morpheus loved sharing it. But I wasn’t a goddess and I was sure she had things to do besides being his wife. Calliope shook her head and lifted her head, taking in the dying sun, “No, I was merely his consort. I had my own responsibilities as a muse and let him handle the Dreaming but back then he was less willing to share. Whether it was the realm or himself. It was his burden to bear and only his. Maybe it was partially my fault for not becoming more a part of his life, the distance, not pushing. It wasn’t our way back then to push, even as his wife. I was there to help and serve him.” The thought rankled me, bitter in my mouth. I knew how that was. More a maid and less a partner, there to help and be a decoration. I didn’t see her as being obedient but times change. Even the person I was a few years ago was so different from who I was now. She looked at me as if she knew the comment had annoyed me and smiled. The streets were clearing out as dusk fully settled in. We were walking slowly, taking our time while still headed for my home. One by one, street lamps turned on and we savored the low lights and warmth of the breeze. Sighing, the muse fiddled with her fingers, brown hair cascading over her shoulders, “I had thought perhaps a baby could repair the strain. It was my wifely duty but I wanted something that was both of ours. And for a time, it did. He was a wonderful father, but the distance only grew until it became a chasm.” “I-” the words stuck in my throat, choking, but I pushed on, “He doesn’t talk about your child and I’d prefer if when he does tell me about him, it’s on his terms. If that’s okay?” Calliope paused and the sadness was apparent even in the dim lighting. There was pain there, bright and sparkling as if whatever had happened was fresh. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was. If their son had died or something worse had happened. Morpheus didn’t speak of him at all and I could see in her face that whatever had befallen the boy, it hadn’t been good. I didn’t want to learn second-hand. It was too big, too important. I’d wait for him to tell it when he was ready, if he’d ever be ready. And so she nodded, “Of course. It is…difficult for both of us. But it should be something he tells you himself.” We were getting closer to the area of my apartment, but I wasn’t feeling as anxious anymore. Her presence was nice, reassuring even if an air of sadness hung around her, “I must not quite be what you expected. I’m so very human.” She smiled, eyes brightening, “You say that as if it’s a bad thing. Being human is wonderful, but yes I am a bit surprised. I wasn’t expecting him to be with a mortal given-” The muse seemed to cut herself off, looking unsure and hesitant. I raised a brow, confusion coloring my eyes, and she ducked her face away before shaking off the look, “Given who he is. But he has changed so much, even if he doesn’t believe so. Even if I didn’t believe he could. Have you met his family yet?” The change in topic was obvious. There was something there she had wanted to say but stopped herself. It kicked up my anxiety but I didn’t know her well enough to push and let it slide, going along with it, “I met Delirium and Death very briefly, but that’s been it. It was more accidental so nothing formal, but they were nice.” She smiled tightly at the older Endless’ name, nodding, “I was never very close to them. They kept their distance for the most part but were a part of my son’s life. They are…strange. For a long time I blamed them, and maybe Oneiros as well, for the things that went wrong. Their involvement in our lives and the way they acted. Even their help can hurt. But it is their nature to be as they are and they can never truly change from their function. I would keep that in mind for the future.” The warning was clear and my brow furrowed, not sure exactly what had happened with her and the family. I knew some things about how they were. Desire and Dream seemed to butt heads the most, bad blood flowing between them, Despair usually getting dragged into it being Desire’s twin. Death was his favorite and who he was closest to. Delirium was spoken less of as well as Destiny and then Destruction…he had only been mentioned once and bitterness had coated his name. I wasn’t sure what had been done, but they were a dysfunctional bunch. But weren’t all families?

I wasn’t sure. It’d been so long since I had one. The sky was dark as we came closer to the apartment, the air cool on my skin. I was probably late and even if Hob knew where the spare key was, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was blowing up my phone. But it was in my bag, tucked away while we walked. Sighing, I looked at Calliope at my side and the way the light illuminated her features. The insecurity was at an all time high, and had increased since learning of her because standing next to the goddess I couldn’t help but feel lesser. I opened my mouth and asked softly, “Do you still-” “Lia?” The name is a stab, sharp and quick, and my body almost jerked as the sound reached me. I whirled around quickly, looking at the dark street behind me and seeing nothing. Lia, no one called me that. No one was allowed to call me that, not in the years since I’d gotten free. My breathing was quick and shallow as I combed through the area with my eyes, Calliope’s questioning voice muffled under the high pitched whirring in my head. I couldn’t see anything but knew I had heard it. Maybe it was a stranger talking to another, the name bouncing to hit me unintentionally. A hallucination. My therapist had once said that could happen. Swallowing hard, I turned back to Calliope and could see the concern bright on her face, “Are you okay-” The question had just finished when a hand gripped my arm and I was jerked back roughly, another going around my waist and pulling. My brain went into a scrambled panic, her fearful eyes burned into it as I was dragged back and back into the darkness. I could only register her yelling my name, the painful grip of my arm and the sound of my shoes scraping against concrete as I was pulled roughly into a side alley not far from where we stood. The hands shifted and then I was pushed backward, my back hitting brick and head roughly bouncing off the wall with a sharp crack. Pain flared, hot and bright, and white flashed over my vision for a second. It all was happening so fast and I couldn’t get my bearings, couldn’t breathe or process. But then he was there, standing before me like a nightmare made real. Aiden. He was pressed up close, arms barricading me to the wall, but I could still see him clearly. This wasn’t a dream or nightmare or memory. No, those were images frozen in time from years past. He’d changed. His hair was longer, a mess of stringy dark hair falling around his ears and he had a thick coating of hair along his jaw. Dark circles lined his green eyes, puffy and worn, the skin of his face chapped and like leather. While he had been thin with a bit of muscle, now he was bigger, more filled out but strong. His shirt was ragged and torn along the collar, stains along the fabric. No, this was him in flesh. Older and rougher and so angry as he pressed down against me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see clearly, eyes locked onto his and the darkness there, “Aiden?” Calliope was calling my name from a distance but I couldn’t process it, could only see the hatred and malice in my ex’s face, “Do you know how long it took me to find you, Lia? Did you really think you could ruin my life and leave like you did?” His voice cut through me like an echo through time. So familiar, stripping the years of my freedom down and away from me. Tangible, he was tangible and in front of me and his presence hurt so much more than the nightmare of him had. Fear pulsed through my body like ice sliding along my bones. “I didn’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stuttered, pain still radiating from the back of my skull, “Let me go.” I was twenty four again, standing in that dirty apartment and begging him not to hurt me. I was twenty, clinging to him and pleading to stop being angry. I was seventeen and alone, thinking he was the only person I had left even as he screamed in my face. This wasn’t a nightmare I could pull myself out of or Morpheus could save me from. He was here, standing before me, and I was stupid to think I’d ever be free. “You didn’t tell anyone about what happened, right?,” Aiden mocked and hissed in my face, spit raining onto me, “You fucking liar. Someone sure as hell reported it. I got arrested for attempted murder because they said I stabbed you and even if you didn’t show up, they had evidence connecting me to some other bullshit. Five years, Lia. They locked me up for five years because of you.” A small part of my brain said five years wasn’t enough. Morpheus had been locked away for over a century for doing nothing wrong. Aiden got off easy. But I was shaking, trying to make myself small and sink into the bricks at my back and he was so close and his breath stank of alcohol and rancid meat and I wanted to disappear, “I didn’t, I swear -” “Shut the fuck up,” he yelled into my face and tears unwittingly slid down my cheeks, my body seizing in fear. The urge to beg, to apologize, to try and coax him down was there inside like an old cat crawling from the darkness and I pushed it away. That wasn’t me but I wasn’t even sure who I was. “You left and suddenly I got put away and you think that’s what? A coincidence? And you think you can simply move on and have a happy little life?” The words were mocking and my nails scraped against the brick as I tried to keep myself from sinking into a ball. There was some strength left in me, some part of who I was now after leaving that reared its head forward and forced myself to plant my feet in the ground. I tried to get me to breathe, to swallow the fear and set it aside, to remember all I had accomplished while pushing out the words, “I left because you were hurting me. I didn’t report anything.” His face twisted in anger but he didn’t have the chance to do anything. With a sharp cry Calliope shoved into him, trying to force him off me. Her shoulder rammed into his and he stumbled back a few steps from the effort. But he was so much bigger than us, stronger now. She managed to put distance between us, pushing and clawing while screaming for me to run. There was no time though and he grabbed her shoulder and easily tossed her across the alley, body skittering over the disgusting floor. I watched her roll across the ground, that beautiful white dress now covered in dirt and felt bile in my throat. He had most likely forgotten about her or hadn’t cared if she was there, but she wasn’t nearly as scared as I was. Her face twisted in fury even from the floor, brown eyes dark with anger, as she shouted at him, “Leave her be!” Aiden smirked and advanced on her, all menace and cruelty in his eyes, “She’s mine, I can do what I want.” I could see it then, in his steps as he walked closer to the goddess, that he’d hurt her. There was no hitting him and getting away with it. There was always punishment but Calliope had already been through so much. She’d been caged and tormented and then thought to seek me out, not out of jealousy but some sort of common thread. I couldn’t let more happen to her, couldn’t let her be dragged into my mess. My head screamed at me but I launched myself forward at Aiden. There was no plan, no reason, only one thought pulsed through my head and that was to get his attention off Calliope. He could direct his anger at me, I could take it. I’d taken it before for years and years, knew the brutality of it. But she didn’t deserve to be hurt, especially not because of me. I tried to leap onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and nails sinking in. It was a clumsy attempt but I managed, putting all my strength into pulling him backwards. Back and back and away from her, scratching and clawing and trying to bring him down. I think I screamed at Calliope to run, to leave, but couldn’t remember doing so. Skin tore under my nails and Aiden hissed. He growled and tried to grip my wrists, stumbling and turning as I dangled from his back. In one quick move he rammed us both against the wall, my breath leaving me in a single exhale as my back impacted with all his weight against me. My lungs were on fire, desperately trying to refill as all the air left me and I dropped to the ground hard and wheezed. I wasn’t a fighter, had never been strong, but I had tried. He kneeled and then his hands were on my neck, squeezing and squeezing while I kicked and flailed. The darkness encased us, the lamps not reaching where we were in the alley and hiding him thoroughly. I would die by his hand in the end, like I had always believed. For so long I thought he couldn’t do worse but he’d always proved me wrong. This was always going to be end game. Maybe there really was no escape. My hands clawed at his wrists while pain blossomed from my throat, air unable to choke through his grip. I kicked and bucked but he was so heavy on me, unmovable. One of my fingers had hooked into my necklace and it tangled in my fingers while I scratched at Aiden’s arms. I couldn’t leave like this, on a dirty alley floor so close to home while Dream and Hob waited for me. Would Dream know when I died? Would Death come to me first or would she tell her brother? Would I even get to say goodbye? Tears leaked down my cheeks while my lungs burned. Stars and colors danced in my vision and in the haze…I thought I could see a door. Almost like in the Dreaming, it stood in the middle of the alley, plain but luring. Waiting. It was fuzzy along the edges, flickering slightly with the pain and colors, but it was there. I gasped whatever little air I had, whispering out a single word like a plea. “Morpheus.” The word was strained, broken, lost in Calliope’s cries as she tried to get up and to me. But it left my lips, painted my tongue. My dreamlord. The door vanished as darkness began to creep in. Then there was lightning along my skin. It crackled and split the air even while the darkness pulsed and writhed like a living thing. The hands were gone from my throat, air rushing back in as the body above me was jerked away. Aiden was thrown brutally to the ground a few feet away and his body audibly bounced off the floor from the force of the impact. I gasped in the air desperately and touched the tender skin of my throat, coughing through the burn.

Hands -different hands, fingers long and thin, touched the skin of my neck and I blinked up into Dream’s starlit eyes as he softly urged me to breathe. His power coasted along my skin, gentle and soothing, and I knew he was holding it back from me. He was angry, furious, but kept that away from me. He cupped a hand against my check, forehead pressed to mine, and slowly helped me sit up, his skin cool against my heated skin. It was like trying to swallow nails, my throat painful and raw. I was crying, clinging to him, as he righted me against the wall. “You- you’re….here,” I stuttered out with a wince, the words dragging from my lips like sharp edged glass. “I am,” Dream whispered, sorrow and pain and rage lining his voice. He brushed the hair back from my face, from my neck, and seemed to be inspecting the damage. His rage grew. Aiden shifted not far from us, orienting himself on the ground, clumsily trying to sit up. Like an angry storm cloud made of nightmares and power, Morpheus stood and moved before him with a look so furious I couldn’t believe the man was alive. There was no solid edge to him, his cloak merging and shifting with the shadows around his, eyes pure black and stars red. His skin glowed in the darkness and he was purely Dream of the Endless, Ruler of the Nightmare Realms in that moment. Aiden groaned and blinked, trying to scramble to his feet in front of the dreamlord. The impact had hurt but he wasn’t fragile, could no doubt take the blow. But I could see the fear in his eyes, creasing in his brow as he took in the being before him. The Nightmare King slowly advanced and the air was thick with his power building, each step a warning bell. He was fear made flesh, darkness and the things hiding under your bed made real. And his eyes were solely on Aiden now, fingers clenching at his side. Calliope’s voice rang out, closer now, slightly pained, “Oneiros, stop! You cannot kill him!” His head quirked ever so slightly as he registered her voice, making him pause. The shadows slid along the ground and twisted in the air like a cat’s tail angrily flicking in distaste. Aiden took the opportunity to get to his feet, eyes glued to the Endless being in front, but some semblance of self coming back. He was evaluating the situation, taking in the distance to the end of the alley, to me, to Morpheus. I wheezed and attempted to climb to my feet, stumbling forward, knees pressed into the dirty concrete. I was so weak. I couldn’t do anything. Dream started to advance again and stopped almost like he was fighting with himself. Calliope was close now and the dim light reflected off her white gown enough that I could make out her form. She was taking him in, taking in the rage and Aiden before him, and yelled out, “He is not a threat to your realm, you cannot take his life! You cannot break the rule!” Aiden’s confidence was building at the words, his eyes swiveling to find mine briefly. Even when faced with something like the Dream King he still thought he had a chance and could win out in the end. I could see it, the confidence growing in his stance. “There are worse things than Death,” Morpheus growled and looked back at the goddess. The move was a mistake maybe. I could see it in Aiden’s stance like a memory. I could always read his body language, had committed it to memory to know when he’d strike, when he was buying time, when he was lingering in the hopes to draw out the anticipation. Maybe he’d run. Morpheus wouldn’t abandon me to chase after him, wouldn’t leave me. In the few seconds I had my eyes flicked to the ground and I could almost feel time pause. Not far from my scraped knees within grabbing distance were a stray plank of wood and a chipped, broken brick. Even in the scramble of the moment Delirium’s words echoed back clearly. “Oh we can ask if bricks or planks would be better!” It couldn’t be a coincidence. It had been a small offhand comment in her ramblings, but what were the odds? Yet everything clicked into place as I watched the turn of Morpheus’ head, the shifting in Aiden’s feet, the slight lifting of his lips into a smirk. He’d get away and would forever haunt me, would continue to lurk in the darkness. Escaping hadn’t been enough to be free of him. The world was an echo chamber. Silent. We were frozen in place as if time had fallen still and then in a blink everything was moving so fast. And like watching a movie, disassociated from the action, I watched as I picked up the brick and threw myself forward. I swung, it connected. Aiden’s head jerked and I could hear a crunch. I watched separately from my body almost as momentum carried me forward and I was stumbling, but not fully down. The man was bleeding, disoriented, and I swung again though the blow had less power. I swung again and again and a body hit the ground. I wasn’t sure if it was his or mine but then the brick was wrenched away and arms wrapped around me even as I kicked and screamed and cried. I was a wild animal, howling and snarling and pleading to let me finish it. It wasn’t happening to me, it was happening to her. The broken girl who thought she had survived her abuser. I watched as the dreamlord solidified and wrapped the shadows around her, muffling her sobs as he set her down on the floor against the wall. Tears and blood poured down her face and her neck was ringed in purple and red, breath coming out in gasping pants. Hyperventilating. Calliope was rushing over, crawling along the ground under she was at the broken girl’s side calmly urging the girl to breathe. She was having a panic attack and couldn’t be soothed. I was having a panic attack? I thought I could feel my lungs constrict and air try to push in and out but it was all muffled and numb. I was in my body and not, feeling everything and feeling nothing. Existing but watching from the outside. It couldn’t be me, couldn’t be me crumpled on the ground like a broken doll. But even so, she looked like me, had Morpheus’ attention as he combed back her hair and whispered that he was there and it was okay and I needed to breathe. In the distance, I thought I heard a raven’s cry. I could hear their words like they were in my ear. Dream hissed angrily at the goddess, “What are you doing here with her?” and I tried to force my hands to move, to grasp onto him and get his attention. I didn’t want him to be angry at her, I couldn't allow it.

Sobs poured from my lips, hindering the air trying to get in, and with a scratchy voice I attempted to beg him not to be angry. I watched myself do it and felt it too. She had tried to save me. Perhaps had saved me if I had been alone. None of it was her fault. “I promise, we were only speaking. I did not know this would happen,” Calliope tried to explain, her hand clenching mine tightly to ground me, “Is your sister coming?” He turned from her and focused solely on me, black pits having slid back to human icy blue. He didn’t answer. The tight fist in my chest was starting to ease, whether it be time or the soothing touch of Morpheus’ fingers in my hair or Calliope gripping my hand. Breathing became easier if not still painful and I slid back into my own skin. Everything hurt and my brain felt like jello, sloshing around my skull. I think there was blood soaking the back of my head. I tightened my fingers around Calliope and she forced a soft smile at me, “You are okay. He won’t hurt you any longer. You are safe.” She turned to the Endless at her side, both of them hovering over me and smiled sadly, “Take care of her, Oneiros. She needs you now.” His lips turned down and he nodded, but he didn’t meet her gaze. The anger aimed at her lessened, disappearing from the furrow of his brow. The muse moved to stand up but I gripped her hand, swallowing through my pain and tears, “Calliope.” She froze, eyes soft, and I continued, “Thank you.” I don’t remember her reply. The world shifted and turned, darkness blanketing me. I felt like a gravity sinkhole, weightless while also being too heavy. I think I passed out but at the same time, I remembered bits and pieces of what was happening around me. Arms lifting me up, tucking me close, as we climbed a set of stairs. The chest against my cheek emanated warm power, my necklace echoing it back. Hob’s panicked voice as fingers poked at a painful spot on my head. Him shushing and consoling, “darling” and “sweetheart” whispered into my ear and coated in pain and heartbreak. Water, cool and shocking, running through my hair as calloused fingers tried to untangle the matted blood. Morpheus’ own hands brushing the water or tears from my cheeks as he did so. I was held between them, cradled almost. Dream and Hob’s voices going back and forth, tense but resolute. Words like “done it before” and “take care of it” and “for her” stuck in my head before the door shut with a loud bang. Lips pressed against my forehead. The immortal man urging me to focus on him and stay awake, arms wrapped around my small frame and holding me to his chest as he sprawled us out on the couch. Morpheus wasn’t there, his absence noticeable. He talked and talked, voice wavering underneath the false cheer. Hob was gone and I was wrapped in shadows, warm and protective while long fingers skimmed over the bruises on my neck. I think we were on the bed, my cheek pressed against Dream’s chest and his cloak spilling around us like ink. Or blood. Any attempts at holding a normal form in the Waking were gone and I was wrapped in the King of Dream’s arms. His lips were against my temple and I could feel how he wished to hold me tight but was afraid it would hurt me. Could feel him holding back but was unable to stop touching, assuring both of us that we were safe and whole. In the twilight, he whispered that I was okay. That he was sorry for not being there sooner. His words were soft promises in the shadows of the room, pledges, and he told me how important I was, how he would never leave me, and that no one would ever touch me again. I’m not sure if he knew I was conscious, if the words were for my ears or for himself. But they lingered in the air nonetheless. Then I fell into darkness.

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Toman! Mikey Confessed to Komi! Reader!!

Reader has overcomed her communication disorder

Song suggested：Night Changes by One Direction

Author extra：HOLY SH- I WAS ALL BLUSHING WHEN I WROTE THIS CAUSE ITS UWJSHHAHS-

Everybody knows that Mikey is obsessed with u, i mean, who doesnt like u? U r beautiful, intelligent, talented and kind, he's always the first and eager one to participate in any activities u came up with, he doesnt care if the idea was dumb or not, he just likes to be with u. He will often watch u from afar, seeing u walking to school, seeing u paying attention to classes with that lovesick expression that made draken go 'wtf'.

He also gets jealousy very easily when somebody hit up on u, one time his entire mood was spoiled and the atmosphere is just so creepy when he destroyed every punching bag in his grandpa's dojo out of anger just because he saw a guy talking to u, he wanted to beat the shit out of that person but he had to tell himself to hold back because he doesnt wanna scare u. He clenched his fist in anger, he kept his eye on u until emma and hinata walked u home, then he followed u along with draken who was being dragged along-

When it comes to u, mikey was surprisingly very detailed, what r your likes and dislikes, fav food, fav place, fav store and even how many cat friends u've made, he always find a chance to get closer to u, so everytime he will invite u to hang out and maybe join the toman meeting, eventually his hardwork paid off, u now considered him as a bestfriend.

Even tho hes not the first friend u've made (emma and the girls r the first) but hes your closest male friend. U told him about this once when u guys were hanging out, and oh god mikey exe. stop working. He then showed off this news to his bestfriends, he texted them while kicking his legs like a highschool girl in excitement and his face is hella red.

[My-🔑]：Y/N CHAN JUST CALLED ME HER BESTFRIEND AHH

[Drak🥚]：Mikey i can hear u screaming from miles away

[BestbroMitsu]：Congrates Mikey!

[ImSoSmart]：Oi mikey, r u gonna tell her or what, and chifuyu, wtf r u doing

[I♥PekeJ]：Baji san, im just feeding PekeJ

[My-🔑]：Idk if i should tell her, If i confessed to her and she rejects me, i will be putting this friendship in danger.

[Takemichi]：But u continue to be love in silent isnt an option either! What if someone else confessed to her first, did u even see her locker?? All filled with love letters.

[My-🔑]：I just have to get rid of them all! Y/n chan didnt even need to read those stupid letters.

[Drak🥚]：Bro-, just go confess, seeing u like this kinda hurts me

[My-🔑]：Aww! Ken-chin r u worry about me??

[Drak🥚]：I DO NOT!

[BestbroMitsu]：But takemichi has a point tho, u cant just go on killing that person who confessed to her because u were afraid to ruin this relationship.

[I♥PekeJ]：I mean, look at y/n chan, shes so happy when she is talking to mikey. Maybe we should ask her if she like someone.

[ImSoSmart]：I almost forgot, where r the twins?

[Takemichi]：Souya and Nahoya? They say they r helping with the ramen thing if i remember.

The boys continue to chat while mikey is just lying down staring into the ceiling. He has a crush on u for 8 months but he wanted to go further to be more than just bestfriends, he have been trying so hard to make it not obvious that he likes u but your presence alone just drives him crazy, the way u talk and the way u look. He wanted to ask emma if u have someone in mind but afraid that this question will be soon heard into your ears, and then u will know about his crush on u and bro couldn't expect the worst.

'should i confessed? What if she rejects me? Then im putting this friendship in danger, i dont want that, i wanna stay close to her.. But takemitchy may be right.'

On the other hand, u were texting and chatting with the girls on the phone, u guys were talking about types of guys yall like and etc, then they suddenly turned to u.

[Emma♡]：Y/n Chan! Do u have someone in mind??

[Hina🌻]：Yea! Im curious too, i wonder what type of guys does a goddess like u take interest in!

[Senju🐑]：Oo i wanna know too

[Yuzuha🌸]：Spill the tea!

Tbh, u actually DO have someone in mind, its none other than your male BFF, mikey.

[Y/n Chan]：Yes..i actually liked someone, hes always been so close to me, he is considered the strongest, he is also caring, full of energy and a funny perso-

[All]：It's mikey isnt it?

[Y/n Chan]：EHH????? How did u guys know!?

[Emma♡]：Besides us, who is your most closest male friend? Yep its Mikey

[Hina🌻]：And y/n chan u r always smiling so happily when u r with him^^

[Yuzuha🌸]：And number one, who the hell can be considered the strongest other than mikey

[Senju🐑]：And number two, hes the first person in my mind when u said 'full of energy'

[Y/n Chan]：U-uhh im gonna go bed! Bye!

_Y/n Chan has logged off_

U cupped your cheeks in embarrassment, now the girls know u liked mikey and they r very excited, Especially emma, she knows her cute brother have been obsessed u and have been wanting to confess but hes afraid u will reject him, but the answer turn out to be better! U like him too, now mikey finally have the chance.

Emma Sprints to mikey's room, she opens the door to find mikey looking at your photo while mumbling 'should i confess' emma have seen this alot of times so who cares! She then showed mikey the text and told him u liked him too. Mikey was speechless, he couldn't process what happen, u really liked him too? Is this a dream? If this is a dream, dont wake him up, after asking emma a 100th times if this was an edited text, he then looked at your photo, picked up the phone and talked to his bestfriends about this, so now, the girls and boys r coming together to give u something special..

The next day, the sano sibling and draken showed up at your house as usual to walk to school together with u, on the way, u noticed a guy who is need of help for finding something. U look down at your feet and found a phone.

U picked it up and hand it to that person, the guy held your hand out of gratitude for finding his phone and u were startled by it, this action alone already made mikey's face darkened, but what the guy said later is what really getting on mikey's nerves.

"U look so pretty! Ive never seen someone so beautiful, Do u have a boyfriend? Do u wanna be mine? May i have your phone number and name?"

"Uhh sorry to interupt, but y/n chan we gotta go"

Emma dragged u away in disgust because number 1 that person held your hand without your consents, and number 2 she know her bff is pretty and aint no freaking way shes letting that creep ruining her brother's love life.

Both girls quickly headed their way to school, and back to mikey, shit he is really triggered- he went forward and straight up punched the guy right in face that sents him flying-

The guy looked up and was in face to face with mikey's full on killer face. Without hesitation, mikey step on the guys's face hard that caused him to fall again, he continuously stomped on it while giving him a dead warning.

"Dont u ever show up your face again infront of MY Future Wife, If it isnt for her i might have killed u on the spot. U dont wanna know what im capable of and what im gonna do to u if u ever breath in the same air as her again."

If draken werent there to stop him, mikey might have actually kill that person on 'accident', the guy scurried away while being deeply traumatized, even tho mikey is just a teenager, his atmosphere and strength itself already made a full grown adult break into cold sweat.

-School Lunchtime

U meet up with mikey behind the school to eat your lunch together, even a dummy could see how happy mikey is to be able to eat with u, and eat the bento U made for him. He only wants to feed u, cause this is what lovers do right? His cheeky smile just made your heart skip a beat for a few seconds, its pretty much the same day for u, but the things is, your other friends r no where to be found. U asked mikey where r the boys and he just shrugged his shoulder, u thought that they r probably busy with their school work.

It was evening when your school work was done and u headed down the path, u were expecting mikey to be there but u were instead greeted by your fav girl friends at the gate, and mikey and the boys was still not there, instead of hugging u like they usually do, emma put a blindfold on u, hinata and senju held each of your hand to make sure u dont fall, yuzuha carried your bag for u and emma lead the way to a certain place.

U r just so confuse at this point because u were totally not expecting this, u wanna know what happen and whats with the blindfold thingy.

"huh?? Where r we going? Whats this?"

"hehe, just follow us y/n chan! Dont trip"

Lmao the girls were giggling so hard that made u extra confuse but u still follow them, after 10 mins of walking, u have arrived and it what it feels like a field to u since the amount of grass u felt below your feet as u walk, emma sat u down a bench and by the time u realized it, it was already a little dark outside, infront of u was a small clif in an angle of the city down there, u were fascinated by the view and wanted to get up but yuzuha just pressed your shoulder down to let u stay on the bench.

Just when u thought the girl's intention where just to bring u here to see the view, emma suddenly said "shes here u can come out now" then a voice and multiple footsteps can be heard behind, u turned around and was facing a whole lot bushes of wild red roses and firefiles, toman was just standing there creating a large circle and mikey seems to be standing in the middle, holding what seems to be like a red rose. U stood up and walk towards him, wanting to know about the situation

Before u can even react, he was already near u and Kneeled on One knee?? U r flustered and turned your head to the right, facing the girls, who were all giggling so hard like a little child, u then turned you head to the left, looking at toman who were all happy and worked up, then u heard mikey whisper to u softly.

"hey y/n, pay attention to me.."

U turned your head back to mikey and had a face-to-face contact with his soft look, u then notice that he has his gang jacket hanging on his shoulder while he just had a simple bandage wrap around his stomach on his body. U held up one of your head to cover your mouth cause u r blushing so hard, which mikey finds it cute. He held on one of your hand started to speak loud and clear to everybody about his confession to u.

"U know, when i first met u, i thought it was blessing, from your appearance and personality, to the day i know u r the right one for me, i swear to all my life i will make u the most happiest girl ever, i promise to protect u and adore u. I've never knelt down before, you were my first. So y/n, will u be my girlfriend?"

With that saying, he hand u the rose while looking all lovesick at u, just then, toman suddenly started roaring cheering and clapping 'Get Togther! Get Together!', u lowered your head while holding onto the rose. Just as mikey thought u r gonna reject him, u said out the ans that its a dream for him to ever hear that, Especially from u.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend.."

Mikey could not believe his ears, he grabbed onto u and spin u around in circles, i dont think hes gonna stop until u told him to because u r getting a bit dizzy, everyone was cheering for the new couple and the girl friends were all just giving 'my child has grew up' vibe. Mikey hugged u tight and buried his face into your neck while whispering something into your ears.

"do u know how many times ive been dreaming of this? My dear y/n u made me so happy that u finally belong to me.."

With that aside, he placed a soft kiss on you, and man that was your first kiss! U r now covering your face with your palm, face and ears red, with mikey holding u in his arm not wanting to let go and toman's cheering kept roaring, making this night extremely memorable in your life.

This is truely a special surprise..

#mikey x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x y/n #y/n x toman #komi san wa komyushou desu #komi can't communicate #Komi! reader x Tokyo revengers

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