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chapel-of-rizztual · 7 months

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Heyyyy (with the full intent of giving you a smut prompt)

Can i get a #59 with Phantom offering to help Mountain with an unexpected rut bc everyone else is conveniently otherwise busy somehow?

you read my mind I had an idea so similar to this in my head for so long.

The first thing Mountain noticed when he woke up was how hot it was. The second thing was how hard he was. Uncomfortably so, a knot already formed at the base, ready to be fucked into someone and the sensitive sticky head brushed against the thin fabric of his bed sheets making his hiss and roll his head back against the pillow.

He knew he was in rut, knew he was last night but he ignored it, hoping he was wrong and symptoms would magically disappear. He was wrong though, he knew that now as the need to take, claim and breed already flowed through his veins. It was early, almost a month early but he suspects Auroras first heat last week might have something to do with it.

He squeezes at the base of his cock, around his half formed knot with a groan before kicking the cover off him. The cold air hits his body immediately making his nipples stiffen and pebble. He almost conclaves in on himself at how sensitive they are already. He lets out a growl, almost in annoyance, not bothering to pit any close on and makes his way out his room and towards the hallway to the ghouls den.

He stalks down the hallway, looking for someone, anyone, to help him through this unexpected rut, Swiss, Cumulus, hell, even Dew. He lets out another growl at the thought of Dew innocently stumbling down the hallway and finding him and Mountain forcing the little ghoul onto his hands and knees, forcing his ass high into the air and fucking him right then and there in the hallway for anyone to see.

His cock throbs at the thought, a bead of pre forming as the slit and he squeezes around the base again making himself groan. Unable to find anyone he makes his way to the kitchen, hoping, praying, to any god there is that someone will be there. His ears prick up hearing noise coming from the kitchen, how his heart rate increasing at the suspense, he’s praying for anyone, all the ghouls flying through his head, but when he reaches the kitchen he stops dead in his tracks.

Somehow, he’d forgotten one. Phantom. Poor, unsuspecting, innocent, little Phantom. He was stood at the kitchen counter attempting to make coffee when Mountain walked and, and almost walked right angle out again. He would have if Phantom hadn’t noticed him and giggled. “You look like shit.” Mountain suppresses a growl, his fists balling up at his sides. He can’t do this, not to Phantom. He’s too young, too new and inexperienced to be able to handle him in rut.

“I-have you seen any of the others?” His voice is slow and thick. Phantom doesn’t look up from whatever he’s concentrating on. “Who?”

Mountain grits his teeth and takes a deep breath. “Anyone, doesn’t matter who.” Phantom shrugs and shakes his head.“Haven’t seen anyone all morning, the dens been empty since I woke up.” His eyes flick up to Mountain. “I didn’t even know you were here until just now.”

Mountain could cry. He actually might. “Do-do you know where they are?” His voice crack on several words. Phantom shrugs again. “No, sorry.” He holds his mug up for Mountain to see. “You want some coffee?”

Mountain screws his eyes shut as he feels tears welling as his cock kick pathetically between his legs as another wave of rut washes him. He shakes his head. “No, no thank you. I need to find someone.” He turns to leave the kitchen but is stopped by Phantom piping up again. “I’m someone.” Mountain whimpers and let’s out a sob. “You are the wrong someone.”

Phantom, unphased by Mountain, walks around the counter so he’s standing directly in front of him. “I can help you, you know.” Mountain looks down at the little ghoul, stunned. Phantom just rolls his eyes at him. “Don’t look so shocked, you’re in rut right? It’s so obvious you smell like a pine forest, you’re flushed red and your cock is ridiculously hard. Kudos by the way, that thing is seriously impressive.”

Mountain goes to cover his cock with hands but Phantom stops him by taking his hands in his. “Let me help you, please.” Mountain shakes his head, feeling the tears that head previously welled in eyes drop down onto his cheeks. “I can’t, I’ll hurt you, it’ll be too much you to handle.”

Phantom rolls his eyes again, thumbing away the tears on Mountain's cheek. “I think I can decide what I can and can’t handle.” The determined look on Phantom’s face was honestly a little reassuring to Mountain. “You have to be sure. Are you sure? Once I start I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

Phantom smirks at him. “I’m more then sure.” He grabs Mountain’s hip, pulling him into his so that his cock his pushed into his belly. “Now come on, big boy. Hurt me, use me to make yourself feel good, I know you want too.”

Something in Mountain snaps then and he grabs at Phantoms hair, pulling his head back harshly to expose his neck. His fangs brushing along Phantoms scent gland as a threat.

“You have approximately thirty second to get up to my room beofre I bend you ober this counter and fuck you right here in the kitchen.” He noses long his neck, inhaling deeply. Phantom whimpers and smirks at him. “That a promise?”

#thank you for the ask!#the band ghost #ficlet #ask game #ask me stuff #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul #my writing

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v3nusxsky · 1 month

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Hello! I love your writing, and I have a request;

Larissa x teacher,fem!reader and they’ve been together for a few years and then Wednesday arrives to Nevermore and things start going downhill, the murders start and all that, so just about Larissa being overly overprotective over reader when those things happen, not letting reader out of her sight and constantly having to know where reader is because she doesn’t want reader in danger/to lose her. Reader is a bit stubborn and too independent and sometimes (for example) goes for a walk in the woods where the hyde is even though larissa told her not to bc its dangerous.

Basically fluff, larissa being overprotective, and possibly angst too!

You don’t have to write this if you don’t like the idea, also take your time!

Thank you <3

Temptations and Confessions

*Authors note~ the first instalment of my you are my world (YAMW) series and I must say I adore my Larissa Weems. Some themes may be a bit tricky so always read the warnings and check the rating love yall. Sorry to the anon for changing a few details to fit in with the series I hope that’s okay*

Trigger warnings~ Nevermore supernatural usual drama overprotective Larissa due to past trauma

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Empathy. Often as children, we get told to have more empathy for others. But for you that’s not the case. No. You were labelled the overly sensitive child. The one who seemed to be nicknamed the cry baby. It wasn’t your fault really. Being born into two Normie parents who didn’t understand you wasn’t going to help your situation. I’m fact your ability became a curse rather quickly. It became a weakness. Others could now use this against you and it resulted in you curling in on yourself, speaking less and less, isolating yourself completely and building walls so high that they would rival the Eiffel Tower. All until you stumbled into Nevermore. Literally.

Feeling your own emotions deeply was manageable but feeling others on top of your own made everything ten times harder than it should’ve been. Your own nerves bubbled in your lower stomach uncontrollably as you made your way to the gates of Nevermore. That’s why you didn’t see it. Overwhelmed with not only your emotions but those of the whole school as well made your head spin, eyes blurring round the corners causing you to trip over a obnoxiously large stone and fall face first down to the ground. What a great impression that is.

That day led you to the current moment in time, you’ve been teaching at Nevermore for a year now, dating Larissa for a few months. Larissa’s aura immediately drew you in, a stunning mixture of gold, pink, green and light blue and slight speckles of red all swirling together in a pattern that is so uniquely hers. You adore how each colour simply is woven into each other yet still remaining visible to your eye. It is nothing short of gorgeous and even now you know you’ll never stop being stunned by the woman.

Over the past two weeks your girlfriend has had exhaustion and irritation rolling off her aura in brutal waves due to the newest student of Nevermore. In fact, you felt like you’d hardly seen her since Wednesday had arrived at Nevermore. And whenever you did, she was drained. Wherever an Addams goes, trouble and darkness will always follow, a rumour you’d heard but not had evidence of till now. The young Addams radiates black and indigo in her aura, it’s practically dripping like blood as her emotions of disinterest and annoyance seeped through. Despite not seeing the principal, you’d received many texts apologising for her lack of presence these days, reminding you she cares for you and to stay safe. Things would settle down soon. You both hoped for that. But a niggly feeling deep in your soul told you that that was simply wishful thinking.

Emotions constantly consumed you, the fear of the students impact your ability to remain neutral, to the point you were having near consistent headaches. New rules being implemented for staff and students due to what some believe is bears. Bears in the woods were believable but perhaps it was paranoia of the students effecting you or Wednesdays constant insistence over there being a monster In the woods killing people. Whatever the reason was you couldn’t do the constant headaches, anxiety hitting you like tidal waves every time you left your room, even altering your dreams now. This couldn’t go on much longer, it’s draining everyone, especially the poor Principal. Truthfully you weren’t sure what emotions were your own these day.

Shooting a quick text off to Larissa you found your shoes and jacket and got ready to leave the grounds in search of a break. Only to be stopped by a frantic round of knocks on the door of your private chambers spooked you. Instantly tapping into your ability, you knew your girlfriend was stood on the other side of the door riddled with panic causing you to make quick work of letting the woman in.

“Isa?” You puzzled, stepping back away from her slightly as the full force of her emotions hit you. “Darling! You shouldn’t leave the grounds. I can’t protect you there my love! Please don’t risk your health. I can’t imagine what would happen if-“ her own sobs choked the final words of her pleas. Tears forming in her cyan blue eyes, “I don’t like this darling girl” you couldn’t help but mumbled sadly “I need a break Isa. It’s too painful. Maybe if I can prove there’s nothing abnormal the students won’t be so paranoid. I have to try Larissa! Please for my sake let me go” you stated with the stubbornness she knew you held. Especially when it involved someone you care for. “I- I don’t like it” she whispered as her emotions clouded every word. As much as she didn’t like this, she doesn’t want you in pain either.

Warm slender fingers came to cradle your cheek as she attempted to persuade you otherwise. The blondes heart clenching with fear as you squared your jaw and pushed calming emotions into her. “I’ll be fine Isa. I promise. Just need fifteen minutes to myself away from all the madness. Larissa you must know I respect you but I need this. I’ll be back soon love” you stated before slipping under the shifters form that was blocking the doorway. You didn’t dare look back, knowing your heart would shatter into millions of tiny pieces at the hurt and anguish she was being drowned in.

One thing about Larissa Weems is she protects those within Nevermore and those who she holds dear with every fibre of her being. To see you go into the unknown alone most definitely shouldn’t be happening on her watch. But, she’d the let fear of losing you paralyse her, moments trapped in her own mind as it drew up the worst case scenarios.

The ticking sound escaping the grandfather clock seemed to be only adding to the blondes fears. You’d said fifteen minutes, by minute three she had moved back to her office and began rapidly passing the floor. A desperate attempt to calm herself was failing as she glanced again at the clock for at least the hundredth time. By minute eight, every emotion was clawing its way through the shifter inhibiting her from forming a plan. To save you from the unknown.

By minute fifteen, tears caressed pale cheeks as her chest heaved in attempt of getting enough air to fill them. You’d left. And she’d let you. Failing you in the first few months of your blossoming relationship wouldn’t booded well with her desire to love and protect you till her last breath. A lapse in her judgment that wouldn’t happen again.

As you made your way back to the grounds, shaken and sore you were immediately hit with your lovers emotions. Self hatred, solitude, love, panic, confusion and an overwhelming sadness were swirling inside of her like a mini tornado. So much so it practically made you feel more nauseous than you previously did. As you crawled into Nevermore the only thought you had was that she was right. If only you’d listened to her.

Not even bothering to knock you let yourself into the office panting slightly through the pain which caught her attention. “Are you hurt? Darling? Let me see. Are you okay? Gods don’t ever do that again! I could’ve lost you. Do you know how incredibly dangerous that is. Is that blood?” She rambled as her eyes frantically ran over your from. She immediately noted that you seemed to hold your right heel off the floor and a deep crimson stained your cheeks and left arm. Almost as if you’d been scratched by something.

“Isa” you groaned, “yes. I’m sorry. You were right” you mumbled as you tried to focus on anything but the swirling emotions that were brewing inside of you. “Stay” was all she offered as she let her long beautiful legs carry her to fetch what could only be a medical kit. Sure enough that’s exactly what she was clinging to as she moved to kneel by your saw body. “I’m sorry darling. I need to clean this up love” she murmured softly to you as she set to work on her task. A peace offering of painkillers and some bottled water to help with the physical pain. Praise flowing as she carfully cleaned and patch up the deep cuts before wrapping your ankle to help with the pain.

“Feel sick” you whimpered as she cleaned off the blood staining your cheeks. “I’ll just” she trailed off as you cut her off with a desperate plea to stay. “Please! Isa I need you here! Don’t leave me! I’m sorry, don’t go” only to be hushed and gently scooped into her arms and carried to her private quarters. From there she joined you on the bed, extra cautious of your sore body. “Okay.”

Okay. You were okay. But hurt. Alive. She reminded her self as you clung to her. She had no clue what had happened and it wasn’t her right to pry, you’d speak when you felt ready. In an effort to help with your nausea she tried to pour all her love and calming energy into you as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. You could’ve died. Left. Gone. She wouldn’t have been able to tell you she loved you. Although you knew that, she wanted the first time admitting it out loud to be perfect.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you again” she mumbled dropping a sweet kiss to your head. You’d been silent for a while, chest rising and falling slowly with your eyes screwed shut as you hid yourself into her. Only natural she thought you’d been asleep. “I’m sorry I’ve let you down my darling. I can’t lose you. From here and now I’m going to make sure that you are safe. Better protection for you from emotions. Anything to keep you safe and happy. I- i- oh heavens how will I tell you when you are awake if i can’t say it now?’ I love you sweet girl. Always will.” She managed to stumble out before dropping another round of sweet kisses to the crown of your head. No verbal answer was given, but the onslaught of love forcing its way into her body was all that she needed to know.

You’d get through this together. She hadn’t lost you. And wouldn’t ever again. Stubbornly, you mumbled telling her she was protective of you. Only to be reminded that to Larissa Weems you are her whole world. Nothing is more important than your safety and happiness. Nothing. She’d deal with your stubbornness if you accepted her need to protect someone as precious as yourself from such a cruel world. Her love. Her life. Hopefully her wife. One day.

Word count ~ 2005

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okkalo · 11 months

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Hi! I saw you opened requests and thought I would drop one into your box!

I really like what you wrote for the crush + confessions, and was wondering if we could get scenarios for Reo, Shidou, and Kunigami saying "I love you" for the first time

Thanks in advance if you decide to write this!

hello! congrats on being my first request back 🤭 i hope u enjoy these and have a good day!!

characters: reo, shidou, kunigami (i haven’t mentioned this in my rules yet but i will always write pre-wildcard for him unless specified otherwise [it depends on the req too bc i feel like i won’t be able to characterize him right 😔]!!)

reo

- he was down bad since you started dating so he’s been feeling it for awhile

- knows not to say it early though because he doesn’t want you to doubt his feelings

- you’re probably feeling insecure about your relationship once he says it

- he revealed your relationship on social media not too long ago and a lot of the comments were making suggestions of you using him for his money and frankly just not being good enough for him.

- the average reo cliché am i right 🤣🤣

- reo knew you wouldn’t use him so he never worried about the comments

- he didn’t take into consideration the other comments though and just you not being used to hate comments

- he only realized once you had broke down in front of him

- he’s quick to comfort you, holding you in an embrace as you cry while rubbing your back

- once he hears you blubber about truly loving him and not needing his money he immediately gets it and separates from the hug to gently yet firmly hold your face, looking into your eyes as he confesses

“y/n, you know i don’t think any of that.” he started off, tone softening to match your vulnerable state. “and who cares what those losers claim? they’ve probably been single for decades to where they need to talk shit to cope, leave them be.”

“reo!” you gasp at his claim, giving him a light smack on the arm. that didn’t stop you from smiling, however. he only shook his head, continuing with his speech despite your disruption.

“y/n, i love you so so much. at this point even if you were using me for money i would still oblige.” he was quick to place a finger to your lips to stop your complaint. “i know you aren’t, though. but either way i still want to spoil you everyday, so i couldn’t care less about what those shitheads think, i only care about you.” you forgot how much of a sap reo could be, but either way his rambling certainly did comfort you. he sealed it all with a deep and loving kiss, making sure to replicate all of his emotions into his action.

shidou

- i’m actually going to stun everyone for a moment and say it actually takes him a WHILE to finally say the three words

- now stay with me for a minute

- i get that he’s a very say what he feels kinda guy but at the same time he doesn’t really feel love until later on

- and i mean like a year or 8 months

- it hits him so suddenly too

- you’re probably just doing something domestic with him and he realizes how important you’ve become to him

- he was soon to leave for a match abroad, so he had to get the most of your affection now before he was left to his lonesome

- that also meant he had to get some of his rowdiness out as well

“shidou, put me down!” your shout rang through your shared apartment as you thrashed around on his shoulder, which he had thrown you on like you were a stupid sack of potatoes. humiliating. he gave into your wishes shortly after, flinging you aggressively on the bed. he paid no mind to your hiss of pain at the not-so-polite meeting with the mattress. he was quick to climb on top of you. though, you noticed his usually aggressive eyes turn soft once looking down at you.

all at once, the thoughts of not being able to see your face for days on end, let alone hear your real voice hit him. he remembers back to the last time he had to leave you. how off he had felt the whole trip, his mind always thinking about you. wow, has he stooped as low as sendou?

without thinking another thought, he whispered a soft, “i love you.” he must have to be sounding this vulnerable in front of a woman. he figured he didn’t really care, enjoying the feeling of being you all to much to care. he dropped down to collapse on your body, effectively knocking out all of the air from your body while doing so. meanwhile, you were still shocked he showed you his softer set of eyes.

kunigami

- he probably tells you 2-3 months into the relationship

- it honestly depends how fast you guys are going

- he absolutely does it when you are doing something cute in his eyes

- so that can be in public or just the two of you, he doesn’t care, really. if it’s public get ready to blush because the way he says it with total emotion will make you weak.

- for this one you guys were in the comfort of his house, lounging around on the couch on your phones while you rested on his chest

- you got hungry so you got up to go get something to eat from the kitchen

- still on your phone, you gasped so loud once you came across pictures of baby and mama polar bears together, knowing your boyfriend would love the sight

- so, of course, you ran back to his arms, ignoring his worried questions, and shoved your phone in his face.

“rensuke, look!” you exclaimed, eyes wide as you shuffled in to get comfortable in his lap. he gave a confused look to you, wondering what the whole ordeal was about. you sighed, bringing your phone down to give him a pouty expression. “it’s polar bears, you’re favorite.”

realization spread across his face, now understanding you had been excited to show him the pictures of his favorite animal. “that’s what all that was about?” he breathed a sigh of relief. you only nodded, lifting your phone back up so he could look at the pictures of them.

a small smile spread on his face, more at you then the pictures. once you finished scrolling through the different photos of polar bears and looked back at your phone with a content smile he confessed. “i love you,” it was mostly a thought that just happened to slip from his lips, catching him but some surprise too. your eyes widened, looking back up at him. he had a soft pink tint on his cheeks. he figured there was no going back with his sentence, instead leaning in to give you a soft peck on the cheek.

unedited thanks for reading!

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #blue lock imagines #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #blue lock drabbles #bllk drabbles #blue lock reo #bllk reo #reo x reader #blue lock shidou #bllk shidou #shidou x reader #blue lock kunigami #bllk kunigami #kunigami x reader

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sugar-omi · 8 months

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NAH HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT ITS CLICHE AS FUCK BUT MC THROWING HANDS WITH SOMEONE IN SCHOOL CAUSE THEY WERE BULLYING COVE

(And to clarify just in case not like with Jeremy during step 2 where the mc can push him or hit him once or smth I mean like full on fight fight)

I just like to imagine everyone’s in the principals office and MC mom’s are all concerned and angry with MC cause they just beat up their classmate but then they’re like “Well they hit Cove first I was just returning the favour” and moms immediately FLIP cause why is the other kid just getting away with bullying why is their kid the only one getting punished?????

YEAHHH AND IT DOESNT EVEN MAKE SENSE WHY THEY TRIED TO FUCK W COVE BC IF HIS BIG ASS WASNT GONNA FUCK EM UP, YOU WERE BC YOURE CRAZY ABT EACH OTHER N IT JUST DONT MAKE SENSE BUT THATS OKAY, YOU DELIVER WHAT THEYRE ASKING FOR!!

ITS A WHOLW FUCKING RIOT AND IN THE END THE OTHER KID GETS PUNISHED AS WELL BUT UNFORTUNATELY MC GETS THE LONGER SENTENCE

and when they finally get home n your parents stop fretting over you, cove is all fidgety and when it's time to change any bandage, no matter how small, or add ointment to a bruise, he's all "wait! let.. let me help you" when you go to ask your mom's for help w it

and he's all gentle, but he looks sad so you ask what's wrong

"I just hate seeing you hurt"

taking coves face into your hands, squishing his cheeks, "I'd do it all over again. and I'd beat them up even more for even looking at you, I'd jump em even before they hit you if I could've."

cove is teary eyed n crying a bit prbly

"don't ever feel bad if I get into a fight. if it's for you, I'd get into 10 fights! no, a thousand!" you throw your arms wide in the air at that. "no one can touch you like that without getting fucked up twice as bad. so stop fretting okay" you smile and cove cries a fucking river bc you have a bandaid on your cheek, and your knuckles are still flushed/inflamed and have a scrape from missing one of your punches

"you're an idiot.." cove laughs, still crying

"ya know you love me, holden." you smile, wiping his tears.

he nods, "yeah, I do"

and you're stunned bc he just confessed???? omg???

and cove kisses your shocked face, you slap a hand on your cheek bc "KISS?"

n cove just laughs at your expression bc you're so surprised n it's so fuckin cute

so after that sometimes, during your suspension cove will give you a kiss on the cheek for defending his honor if you ask<333 (or don't, he'll do it one more time or so unless you ask him to stop ofc)

if anyone tries to fuck w him after, they're fucked once again

cove does try to keep you outta fights but I mean... if you do turn around n jump em, he won't stop you

giving very much Heather's "fight for me" but you're not deranged like JD

also Liz teases yall bc cove does admit that he loved watching you jump em LMAO

your friends would also be concerned, randy n Terri especially bc they saw it but they'd be like "FUCK YEAH!!!"

no one fucks w cove either while you're gone, OMG GOING TO PICK COVE UP EVERY DAY

the teachers are like "You're suspended you can't be here!!"

like I'm not here for you I'm here for HIM, n you ride off together laughing bc everyone is whispering but fuck em 👐👐👐👐

pls this is making me wanna zoom n like go crazy omg my head is spinning I love this sm

#olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader

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prismaticpichu · 18 days

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On one mission, Sephiroth feels a strange calling. That night, he wanders away from the group and begins searching. When he finds the cave behind the waterfall, he is immediately stunned by what, or rather who, he finds.

Ooooohooooooooooooo *rubs stubby paws together*

I’ma do both a Drabble and a regular answer bc this is a juicy one! 💕

Sephiroth wasn’t sure how the words left him, those two ghostly syllables that seem more like a shallow breath of air than actual speech. He wasn’t sure how he formed the thought in his mind—when the seeds were planted, where they came from, or how they flourished into the wraithlike realization that had overtaken him like a possession.

Instinct.

Pure, raw, undeniable instinct.

He reached out, numb, like a child wanting to grasp the stars in their hand. Like floating in a dream.

And yet, as his hand met the crystal, nothing had ever felt so real.

“M… Mother…?”

He knew.

And now… :3c With a little EC sprinkled in!

The calling isn’t like the eerie, painful tugs on his psyche that he feels at night, or the bitter chills that sometimes crawl down his spine and fill his mind with dark and bitter impulses. No. Not this time. This time, it’s… different. Sweeter, almost. But not in a cloying, manipulative way, trying to seduce him with its velvet timbre. It is just…

Different.

And unlike those callings he heard so often at night, Sephiroth follows.

He quietly breaks away from his troop in the dead of night, knowing at least two other First Class SOLDIERs are there, and follows the calling to gushing waterfall. But the calling doesn’t stop there: what he’s looking for doesn’t lie in the water, isn’t something that’s going to come streaming down from the cascade. He has to keep going. He has to.

He continues to travel forward, unflinching, and walks right through the waterfall diving Corel and Nibelheim.

The cave is towering, brilliant, astonishing—a valley of luminous blue gemstones jutting out from all directions and setting the cavern aglow in its phosphorescent embrace. But it’s what’s in the heart of the cave that earns Sephiroth’s attention—that causes his eyes to widen and his heart to twist and throb and shrink and burst all at once.

A woman, encased in a crystalline structure.

Beautiful brunette hair.

A pearl necklace.

Holy white clothing.

Sephiroth’s breaths rattles, and he continues to walk forward.

His nerves have frosted over, glazed under ice and frost. He doesn’t even feel the limb move as his hand slides into his coat pocket, the one nearest to his palpating, twisting heart, and takes out the photograph.

He brings it before his eyes.

He lifts it up.

He holds it in front of the crystal, the woman, Her…

And sees that they match.

When Genesis and Angeal finally find Sephiroth, having searched for him in a frightened, concerned haste, they find their friend’s head pressed against the crystal—whispering, shuddering, crying… Pleading in a voice too quiet for them to understand, something of a blend of an apology and a wish and a promise.

The one thing they do hear, they do catch, comes out in choke so deep and raw that the entire cave seems to shudder.

Three words they never thought they would hear Sephiroth utter.

“I love you…” Sephiroth chokes, and brings his voice down to inaudible as the tear rolls down the crystal. “I hope you’re proud of me, Mother.”

#sephiroth #ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy vii #drabbles #pichu writing #lucrecia crescent #dhdhdhjd #<3 #asks #ty!!#jenova #ever crisis

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moumouton4 · 11 months

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Yn wants to break up with Itachi saying many harsh things bc she has put up with his father's bad comments about her cause she is not an Uchiha nor a Shinobi but there is a limit

The Last Straw || Itachi Uchiha x reader

A/n : Hello dear sanotachiii !! I hope you'll like it ! It's like a two in one lmao. Give Itachi hugs he needs lots of it 🥺

Warnings : angst, harsh words, fluff at he end

Masterlist ⚜

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Words count : 1897

It shouldn't have happened like that. The truth is, everything was going well between you and it should have been

You loved each other with a pure and sincere love, you were dedicated body and soul to each other and nothing could have spoiled this magnificent picture

But that was without counting on Fugaku Uchiha, Itachi's father

It's fair to say that he attached a great deal of importance to the family from which the people who were close to his sons came. A little too much for your taste

You came from a good family, and there were certainly proud ninja in the ranks of your clan. However, your clan wasn't one of the most outstanding clans in Konohagakure, nor was it from another country

Of course, Fugaku was careful not to tell his son, and decided to do everything in secret

You met him once, and since that day he's avoided you like the plague. Whenever lunch was set up with you, Itachi, his mother and sometimes Sasuke were the only ones present

One day as you were walking to the lake where your date with Itachi would be, you felt someone approach you and the next thing you knew you were cornered in an alley

You recognized him immediately, Fugaku "Leave my son alone. When are you going to realize that you're not enough for him ? All you'll do is hold him back on your low ladder. He's supposed to have a great life and his family should shine in Konohagakure. Do you think you're capable of taking over the Uchiha clan ? Do you think anyone will respect you knowing you're not even up to their level ?..."

He didn't stop talking for what seemed like an eternity. Each word a drop of venom that numbed your body even more. You didn't even realize that the flowers in your hand had ended up on the ground

"You've got it. Or do you need me to be more convincing ?" his sharingan twinkled in his eye. You, who loved to see it in your boyfriend's eyes, froze for the first time at its sight

You nodded vigorously, managing as best you could not to release the tears you were holding in front of him. This bastard won't be allowed to see you cry "Good now go away and don't let anyone tell me you were seen in the Uchiha district or near Itachi again. Or you'll both regret it"

And with that he disappeared in a poof of smoke. For a moment you were stunned. Your tears began to fall as you thought about his last sentence, "you both", was he going to hurt him ? The more you were thinking the more tears there was and soon you started choking on your own tears

You should have realized. He'd just seemed angry the whole meal when you'd first met him. Of course it had to be your fault

You bent down, quickly picked up the flowers and ran from rooftop to rooftop all the way home. By the time you got there, your eyes were red with tears. So you made a difficult choice that you never thought you'd have to make, and that you never should have had to make. But as you were no longer allowed to see him, you were going to leave him alone, ghosting him, as it were That night you didn't sleep a wink

As for Itachi, he was taken aback. It wasn't like you not to come to a date or not to warn him before canceling. He preferred not to bother you, believing that for one reason or another you had a valid reason for not coming

He began to worry, however, when the next day you didn't meet him at Ichiraku as you did every Wednesday afternoon. So he decided to drop by your place with a raspberry doughnut ( or something else )

Once at your place, your sibling / one of your parents / your cat ( idk 😆 ) opened the door. After politely saying hello and taking off his shoes, he excused himself and walked down the familiar path to your bedroom

When he got there, he saw something he didn't know was going to break his heart too

You were at your desk, writing frantically on a sheet of paper, tears streaming from your reddened eyes. As another tear mingled with the ink on the paper, you crumpled up the sheet and turned to throw it in your garbage can, except this time you met his gaze.

"Y/n what are you d-"

"Please get out of here, you shouldn't be there. Please leave now" your voice was everything but soft

"What are you talking about ? Did I do something wrong ? I'm sorry if I did" he replied in a worried voice, the doughnut still in his hand

"I brought you this" he said, handing it to you

That's when you realized that he wasn't going to let you have it easy, he knew when to trust you and now he knew that no matter what you did, even you weren't really willing to do it. He could feel it

"Keep it with you and go now. I don't have time to deal with you"

"Deal with me ? What does that-"

You knew you'd have to be sharp if you wanted him to really let it go. And knowing it wasn't going to be easy, you pulled out all the stops

"I don't want you anymore. I've had enough of you. Of the Uchiha and all the rest"

"What are you talking about ? Are you feeling alright ?" he said, starting to clench his fist around the snack he'd brought you. He could feel you slipping from his fingers, even your face showed you weren't doing it willingly

He activated his sharingan to see if you were under the influence of a genjutsu, but you screamed out

"Get the fuck out of here you and your fucking evil eyes. Go home to your fuckin' family-" ( Okay now you'd totally lost it. What the hell Y/n 😂 )

Okay now that was a bit too much, the doughnut in his hand tightly squeezed, jam dripping to the floor

Suddenly he moved very fast and in the blink of an eye tackled you to the wall - a hand on your throat - "What has gotten into you ?" despite the anger in his voice you also sensed a certain concern

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried to remain silent and say nothing. Itachi, however, decided to take the matter into his own hands and took you out of the house for some fresh air

He intended to find out what had happened to put you in such a state. A surge of protectiveness fuelled inside him, urging him to discover what was doing this to you

He asked you more and more specific questions, and you concentrated on not answering. But Itachi could read the answers on your face that you didn't want to give him. He knew when the answer was yes or no

Without even realizing it, he'd taken you back to the Uchiha district, and it was only in front of his house that you realized it. He must have suspected the cause of your change in behavior and changed his route

He couldn't just act on impulse. Seeing your panic, he took your hand in his "Hey hey don't worry nothing's going to go wrong. I'll protect you, you have my word. But I can't pretend and watch you torture yourself like this"

With that, he went into his house and called the members of his family, claiming to want to talk about something important. Everyone came more or less quickly, some smiling and well, another glaring at you. When little Sasuke came waved at you Itachi flicked his forehead and told him to go play elsewhere during they talked and that you both were going to join him after the talk

You sat nervously at the table next to Itachi's side of the table. Opposite his father and next to his mother's side. The more nervous you became, the more Itachi realized that his assumptions were possibly true

Her mother had seen your nervousness too, and tried to meet her husband's gaze, but he stared at you shamelessly as if he were going to kill you any minute

"Why is she here ?" he suddenly spoke up, and before anyone could reply, he added, "I made it clear last time. You're not enough for an Uchiha. What if the sharingan gene gets lost in the way because of your genetic weakness ? Izumi on the other hand-"

Something inside of you snapped. Maybe it was his degrading words or Itahi's unwavering presence that fueled you but you suddenly stood up "Don't you dare mention that bitch when I'm around ! I'm Itachi's girlfriend and no one beside him would be ever able to change that !"

His father looked unfazed and looked at his soon "Great then. Son tell her you don't want to prolong this futile relationship any long-"

He was cut off by Itachi "Don't finish that sentence"

Yet his father continued "But you don't need her anymore-"

Itachi slammed his fist on the table, his sharingan flaring in his eyes. His mother let out a surprised yelp. "Don't you dare speak to her like this in my presence ever again" anger and protectiveness pumping through his whole system as his voice dropped to an uncanny scarry tone

"I'll let it pass this time. But let her tell me someone tried to mess with her head again, or if I find out... you'd rather I wasn't your son"

Then he looked at his mother "I'm sorry you had to see that, but I wanted you to know. It won't happen again

She gave you an apologetic smile and nodded to her son "Very well Itachi. Now I think it's the right time to go and have fun with your brother. You too Y/n, my dear "

So you both got up and, after saying goodbye, went to see Sasuke in the house garden.

Fugaku's gaze remained fixed on the table, on the cracks created by the impact of his son's fist a few minutes before

His wife's voice snapped him out of his thoughts "Seriously, you should have known better. She means more to him than his own life. He'd never have let her go. Let that be a lesson to you" and with that she left him to reflect on his behavior

Your hand securely held in Itachi's, your fingers intertwined he said softly "No one will ever keep me apart from you. You're the only one who can come up with this that I'd listen too"

You hold his hand tighter "You're very brave, I'd take you as an inspiration Itachi. I love you forever and always"

He smiled fondly "I love you too forever and always whatever may happen" If only you knew at that time, that in a little while he was going to be given a secret mission that may or may not compromise his promise to you. Who knows 🤷 maybe you'd like to be part of the Akatsuki someday

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍗🍠 Again my requests are open 🍣🍩

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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yangsharperavery · 10 months

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my non carmy/sydney thoughts on season 2

it's very different than the first which is interesting bc the structure they had in the kitchen last season worked so seamlessly.

i think this season was lacking that frequency and flare. i think because of that it suffered a bit. i think the viewership did too for that reason.

it was nearly impossible to recreate the magic of the first season without the constant buzz and intensity and immediacy of food service.

i do think that they still could have retained some of that energy by incorporating more demo/planning/training via the familiar staccato, regimented and frenetic pacing of the scenes WHILE also showing the more slowed down exploration of each character being pulled away to get the skills needed to advance the team and its mission.

but it's like they slowed the story telling all the way down immediately.

even opening with marcus and his ailing mother felt like such a specific and poignant choice in that vein.

almost like the theme of the season was going to be all types of grief, preemptive and reactive.

i think they dropped the ball having everyone so spread out over the course of the ENTIRE season and not making the ones that were together exist in the heightened energy we're used to from this show.

here are some things i loved about it:

• richie's growth. i love an asshole character that is held to account, actually takes correction and impact and works to evolve and improve.

• marcus in copenhagen. he's so sweet and demure. i loved him getting the one on one attention. him exploring the city and staying on the boat. i was worried he'd be forgotten about in the story so its nice to see that someone bts fought for that not to happen.

• sydney's chicago food tour. the cinematography was STUNNING during these sequences. i read someone say that those moments felt like such a deliberate love letter to the culinary industry and i wholeheartedly agree like it made me SO happy to see.

• the christmas bottle episode. listen. LISTEN. if you have ever lived in or been subjected to a nuclear family/household that operated like that, i know you watched that entire episode with a pit in your stomach. it was devastating and poetic and maddening and SO deeply fucking impactful. it painted the perfect picture of exactly why michael, natalie and carmy are the way they are. i SOBBED. and i lightweight think that's the episode that's giving this season such critical acclaim and the 100% on rotten tomatoes. it was SO strong and sooooo deeply harrowing.

• natalie's presence. i love her. just her being around was so comforting to to me. i enjoyed how sweet she was to fak.

• tina singing. they still underused her but i loved seeing her shine outside of her element and having the full support of her classmates. i love confidence baring moments for characters who've struggled, felt second or been ignored. that moment and sydney asking her to be sous were so special!

• the “bears are aggressive but sensitive, compassionate, deeply empathic” line. i've thought about it several times since finishing the season. because wow. also richie's dialogue about purpose. olivia coleman's character's conversation with richie about rebirth and timing. there are so many gorgeous lines that speak to the ingrained grief, brevity, import, ability and power of this human experience and all its many facets. the writer's really do SUCH a wondrous job highlighting the humanity of it's characters and their struggles, obstacles and heartache.

• the fucking chocolate banana. i absolutely CRIED. they need to stop playing around and calling this show a comedy because c'mon. that was such a good callback for cisero and richie.

• pete crying. when i tell you that shit was so deeply powerful. to see him hurting so acutely for natalie. knowing how much he loves her and how much her mother's conditions impacted her entire life. so much so that she hadn't even known nat was pregnant. like that scene GUTTED me. the actor only had .3 scenes this season but that one was an absolute stand out.

• ayo's performance. this girl is an ACTOR. like i know she's a writer and a comedian but she is SO exquisite in the role of sydney. i'm endlessly enamored.

what i didn't like:

• them completely dropping the ball on ebra's storyline. so he disappears for WEEKS from fear and then returns and has a 3 second convo with tina? and then is all of a sudden back in an apron in the kitchen. please don't piss me off. wasteful.

• lack of gary screentime. he should have had as much screentime as fak minus the christmas episode. sidelining two of the black men was foolish and wholly unnecessary.

• the AMOUNT of claire/carmy scenes. like i totally get it. i get why it had to happen, i get the point they were trying to make and the consequences they were driving home but the sheer enormity of the claire/carmy scenes and how LONG they were was dumb. we could have been shown carmy was distracted/absent without having to see those two together for these elongated ass scenes. and them kissing in front of the fireworks? like GAG me. PLEASE BE SERIOUS RN.

• i need to see my babies breaking bread and having found family dinner at least once per season, if not more. thx.

this is just part 1, part 2 will be carmy/sydney focused.

#the bear #the bear fx #the bear spoilers #analysis #get the emmys ready!

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softrozene · 1 year

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Sean is Struggling

Anon asked: Hi yes, I'm new to the fandom as well, but what about a Sean x Fem!Reader where after everything that had happened to him (before Arthur saved him in ch2) he's struggling with being touched and how the reader slowly gets him used to it? And like, angst hurt/comfort bc its 10:17pm and I want sad things that get resolved

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Sean is a good boi who deserves all the love

Originally published on January 12, 2020

Sean MacGuire x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst probably not enough but fluff to combat it, Sean has PTSD, Karen and Sean don’t happen lmao

Words: ~1k

You’ve been with this group long enough to know everyone on a personal level. You care for all of them equally and know when something is wrong. It just so happens that Sean is just a tad different. Okay, a lot different, and Arthur and Hosea may have picked up on that.

The relentless teasing you received from Arthur when his group brought Sean back was embarrassing. However, you could easily push whatever feelings you have away because as soon as Sean got to camp and you tried to give him one of the hugs he claims to always adore, he hesitated.

He never hesitates to hug you.

It was only a small thing but you noticed it and you kept your eyes and ears on him to see if anything else was amiss. There was plenty.

The male already drank like a pirate but it seemed to have worsened since he got back. Thankfully, he would hold off on being drunk until it got late but the odd thing was he drank alone or only ever with Arthur and John. Sometimes Hosea but rarely. That was the other odd thing. Arthur seemed to have gotten closer to Sean but in a way, you’d never under but desperately want to.

It made you sick to your stomach not knowing how to help the boy who is obviously having problems. So one night you decided to ask.

~*~

“Sean, Arthur, may I take a seat?” You ask softly looking at the fire.

Sean has already gone quiet. You hate when he goes quiet around you. It’s like he doesn’t want you there. You’re about to abort the mission when Arthur nods his head.

“Here, take my seat. It’s closer to the fire. I’m going to actually head to bed,” Arthur shares ignoring the glare Sean sends his way.

Arthur leaves and you sit down with hesitation.

Your heart starts to ache and you have a slight panic. Is whatever he went through that terrible that he doesn’t even want to be by you? Did you remind him of something? The thought nearly kills you.

“(Name), oh no. What the hell did I do?! Why are you crying?!” The poor fiery red-head is stunned.

You are stunned as well. You had no idea you had busted out into tears as your fingers brush your cheeks. You quickly try to recompose yourself and ask the question you’ve been dying to ask.

“Are you okay, Sean? Scratch that, tell me how I can help you. I noticed that even Arthur is trying to comfort you by being your drinking buddy but that isn’t going to work Sean. I can’t pretend I don’t see all the flinches you do anymore. All the little scared moments you have that you think no one else notices. Please tell me how I can help you,” You say your voice breaking in multiple parts.

Hearing the hurt in your voice, the pain you felt for him, it nearly made him cry. He doesn’t cry in front of others. He puts down his bottle and pulls you onto his lap. His arms immediately wrap around you tightly and he’s trembling, shaking like a damn leaf.

“Sorry (Name). I’ve been so fucking stupid as of late. I’ve been avoiding you too. I-“ He stops so he won’t cry.

You can feel his hands shaking worse than his whole body and you realize he’s already trying to push himself for you. You scramble off of him in a heartbeat. The confusion on his face shows as you gently take his hand.

“You are naïve to think that a bottle will fix what happened. Or make you forget. I’m unsure how to help you, but if avoiding me was helping you I can accept that. I can stop trying to care abou-“

The squeeze Sean gives your hand became a tad painful as he lets out a choked “no”. He glances around, to make sure the others are still sleeping or well haven’t been eavesdropping before he allows himself to speak with a bit more urgency.

“No. No. I don’t want that. Avoiding is making things worse. I- I miss you. I miss your hugs. I miss actually talking to you and teasing you. I’ve been avoiding you because I like you so damn much and I thought you seeing how badly this affected me would’ve been a turn-off,” He admits his skin turning a little bit red from embarrassment.

You honestly want to hit him with love right about now.

“You might be a bit of a dumbass. You honestly thought that I wouldn’t like you because of this? Sean, I care too much about you. I honestly love you. It’s hurting me seeing you like this,” You whisper looking at your joined hands.

His slim long fingers are holding onto your own with everything they have. He had stopped shaking. It finally hits you.

“I know that they physically harmed you. If you want me to help we can start there? Have little touches like this until you are more comfortable and your body and mind processes that you are safe here? Only if you want to though. I’m so sorry for projecting my feelings onto you like that,” You murmur out all of this in a slight panic once again.

Sean gives you a hearty chuckle and large grin as he asks, “Did you say you love me?”

“Of course, that’s the part that sticks with you! I guess that’s good. That means there is hope for you yet,” You mumble looking anywhere but him.

He pulls your hand to his chest forcing you to look at him. Only this time he’s serious. “I’ve been holding out on ya since Blackwater but I love you too (Name). I accept your help since you’re so willing. Ah… Would you be kind enough to uh-“

He stops talking and simply uses his other hand to point and tap his cheek. He so desperately wants the simple touch so you gladly do it. Your soft lips meet his skin and he almost melts at the moment. Pulling away, you both stare at each other and for the first time since he’s been back, Sean feels completely safe.

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vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds · 1 year

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Hiya! Hope you’re doing well! I’d like to request a fic! It’s teddy boy John x Reader ^_^

So, basically, John and Reader have been best friends since they were little. Ofc, they’re severely pining for eachother. There’s a school dance/prom and Reader get asked by someone to go as a date to it and reader accepts bc they see it as an opportunity to try to get rid of their feelings for John. Sometime during the night of the prom, John finds reader crying outside the building. The guy who asked reader out didn’t show until like an hour in and when he did show he came with some random blonde bimbo, the douche paying reader no attention when he arrived. John tries to comfort reader and he’s not very good at it so he just somehow admits his feelings for them accidentally.

I love ur writing sm! Have a brilliant day!

~ ABRD <3

Hi, I'm well, thank you! Hope you are as well! So glad you enjoy my writing! I sat down and started writing as soon as I got the notif for your ask c: I've never written a request before so hopefully this is okay! When you mentioned John admitting his feelings, I immediately thought of the scene from the movie, The Ghost and Mr. Chicken (one of my favorite movies from my childhood), where Luther confesses that he likes Alma, so it's sort of inspired by that. Since you mentioned reader having grown up with John, I gave her a written Scouse accent ^w^ Proofed in UK English.

If I Fell In Love With You

(image from Pinterest)

You and John are walking the halls of the school, as you often did together, with John having his arm draped over you.

It didn’t really matter where you were since you were usually by each other’s side anyway.

At the sight of the bulletin board, you let out an excited squeal. “Look, Lenny, it’s almost time for the dance!” It came out in an inviting way, despite you trying to bury your feelings for John.

“You’re not seriously gonna go to that, are ye?” his nasally voice rings out.

“’course I am,” you answer. “Everyone is. And I know you will, too.”

He rolls his eyes jokingly. “John Lennon does not dance.”

You let out a laugh and try to hide your blush when he playfully ruffles your hair. “Stop it!” You attempt to tame your locks as you continue, “Well, anyway, I’m going, whether you do or not.”

As the pair of you continue walking, another boy walks up to join you. To anyone else, he was just another student, but John had always seen him as a rival, both academically and in romance (though he was too proud to admit that).

“Hi, Y/N,” the boy says. You greet him back and he continues, “I couldn’t help but overhear you talking about the dance.” He practically stares John in the eyes as he speaks, “I was wondering if you’d like to go with me.”

John is trying to hide the jealous expression on his face as you reply, “Oh, sure!”

The boy lets out a relieved laugh. “Okay, good. Meet you there, then?”

You nod and John looks at you stunned as the boy walks away. “What? A bird can’t be expected to go to a dance on her own!” you explain.

John simply chuckles and the two of you continue your walk.

***

It’s the night of the dance and you’re nervous as can be.

“Don’t worry, my dear,” your mother comforts, adjusting your skirt so it looks perfect for the photo she’s taking. “I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time.”

You simply nod and take the deepest breath you can manage.

You arrive at the dance alone. You expected this, of course. The boy was supposed to meet you there.

You find yourself practically camping by the punch bowl for forty-five minutes before you spot him.

He’s arm-in-arm with the most popular girl in school, a natural blonde with natural unintelligence.

He seems to not notice you as the two of them stride over to the punch bowl. You call his name repeatedly, trying to get his attention, but he and his date simply ignore you before making their way to the dance floor.

You scoff, trying hard not to cry and ruin your makeup, before speed-walking out the door.

As tears flood your face a few minutes later, someone stops to sit by you on the stairs. “Y/N?”

You look up into the light brown eyes of John Winston Lennon. “I thought you weren’t comin’.” You sniffle, and wipe your face with the back of your hand, trying to conceal the tears that had just covered your cheeks.

“Well, I thought it would be a good opportunity to— Never mind that, what are you doin’ out here?”

You sniffle again. “Well, you know that guy I was supposed to go with?"

“Yeah.” He already seems angry at even the mention of the other boy.

“Well, he just showed up… with another girl. That stupid blonde who thinks she’s better than the rest of us just ‘cause she’s naturally blonde. He didn’t even call or acknowledge me!” Finishing your story, you burst into tears again.

John isn’t quite sure what he should do, but he knows exactly what he wants to do. He stands. “I’m gonna give that good-for-nothin’ bastard the hardest smack he’s ever had!”

“John, no, please don’t cause a scene!” you protest.

John sighs and sits next to you again, draping his arm around you like he always has. “He’s ugly anyway, Y/N.” You laugh a little as he continues, “And he’s thick as two short planks.”

“Don’t say that, Lenny,” you say with a giggle.

“I ought to stick my foot up his arse,” he says. He sighs a bit, still not really sure what to do. “D’ye wanna go to my house?”

You shake your head slowly. “This is the only opportunity I have to go to the dance.”

John nods in understanding. The quiet is thick enough to cut with a knife before he says, “Y/N?” You hum a response and he continues, “He really is stupid.”

“Why’s that, Lennon?”

“Well, he’d have to be to stand up… someone.”

He seems troubled about something. You quirk an eyebrow as you ask, “Somethin’ on your mind, John?”

He exhales sharply. “No, not really. Well, yeah, but—” He growls in frustration. “Look, Y/N, I’m a lad.”

You laugh a little. “Last time, I checked, yeah.”

“And you’re a bird. And we’ve known each other a long time.”

You quirk your eyebrow again. “What are you tryin’ to say?”

He runs a hand through his hair—you noticed he had restyled it slightly to look more clean—and says, “Well, I have to be honest, you’re the most beautiful best friend a boy could ask for.”

You frown at the words “best friend”, but manage to say, “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

He chuckles. “What I’m sayin’, Y/N, is— Well, what I mean to say is—”

You’d never seen John so flustered in all the years you’d known him.

“Y/N, I like you and I’d like to kiss you right this minute!” he spits.

You blush, unsure of what to say. So, you sit in silence for a moment.

John stands quickly. “I shouldn’t have come here; this was a mistake.” He starts to leave.

“Wait, John!” He turns around to find you standing now. “I like you too, John.”

He stalks back over. “You what?”

“I like you, too,” you repeat.

Now he goes silent.

A few beats pass before you look into his eyes. “Kiss me?”

His lips are instantly locked with yours in a moment of passion.

“Go back in?” he asks a moment later.

You nod, intertwine arms with him and the two of you head back inside for a night of pictures in the photobooth and dances to rock-and-roll music.

#mine #john lennon #john lennon x reader #request fic #the beatles x reader #the beatles fanfiction #vivi in the sky with fanfics

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yuquinzel · 1 year

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NO BECAUSE SERIOUSLY even if its normal to us i think he'd be so fucking flustered when you turn around and he sees that your top is literally held together by just a silly little knot

not to mention how he loves the sound of your bangles every time you reach up to fix his hair or something ????????? and when you pull him close by the collar and he's making sure not to stumble into you— his hands immediately going to your sides for support and then he's gone once more because he's realising that he's touching your bare waist ??????????? and he knows he's usually so calm and reserved but how can he not be like this when you're looking this beautiful in your shimmering lehenga..

🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ im just making myself go insane now at this point

— VALLL STOP OMG NO I CANT NOT TODAY THIS IS TOO MUCH MFNFNFNFMD I LOVE YOU FOR THIS

PLEASE NEVER STOP SHARING THESE THOUGHTS OF YOURS !!! crying sobbing screaming why isn't he real i want him so bad i wanna take him to every marriage and then hand feed him panipuri :((

imagine him pouting bc your cousins keep stealing you from him :((

and imagine him fuming with jealousy when literally anyone looks at you for more than 2 seconds but at the same time he's so proud because you look absolutely stunning, and belong to him and everyone knows that sjsjsjakaksk

#ʚ ₊˚◞ 📎 ─ moots.#‧₊˚💭 ─ from: val!#going feral over this no joke #didn't know i needed to see this so bad

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theshipsfirstmate · 2 years

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Bridgerton Fic: I Never Got Used to Watching Horses Die

Newton dies of old age a few weeks before Christmas in 1822, and Anthony feels Aubrey Hall go strangely still, in a way that he has not for many years.

(future Kathony fam, with a dose of angst bc it’s how my brain works)

A/N: hiiiii I know some of you may be wondering about Hate to Be Lame, and I promise I'm still working on that, but unfortunately this one grabbed a hold of me and wouldn't let go. It's angsty and I'm truly appalled at myself for committing corgi-cide, but I just have a lot of feelings, OK? If that's your jam, I hope you enjoy. If not, I totally get it and I hope to be back to AU fun very soon.

title from “Dead Horses” by The Local Honeys.

I Never Got Used to Watching Horses Die (AO3 - wc: 3821)

Newton dies of old age a few weeks before Christmas in 1822, and Anthony feels Aubrey Hall go strangely still, in a way that he has not for many years.

He feels foolish at first for even thinking it — to compare the losses. But there is something similar in the stillness of mourning, in the agonizing silences that make his palms itch helplessly. There is something about hearing the heartbreaking cries of his second son echo down the hall from the nursery that makes a stone lodge in the pit of his stomach.

It’s familiar, that is why he loathes it so.

But it’s different this time, too. It is perhaps the first time he’s seen death come in stages, and up close. First, his wife’s beloved beast could no longer hop to his preferred blanket at the foot of their bed. Then, he could no longer play with the boys or climb the stairs. When he stops eating, that is when Anthony feels the inevitable pang, a lance driven deeper into his heart as he watches his children grapple with their grief.

Edmund receives the news and disappears silently to the sitting room, to a favored spot by the window, returning later with red-rimmed eyes and a pout he desperately tries to tame. Miles is too young to understand all of what they tell him, but he quickly realizes from his family’s somber demeanors that there's something worth getting worked up about -- and he’s never been one to spare his tears. Charlotte, mercifully, is still just a baby, but Anthony would swear she could sense it too, with how fussy she’s been of late.

But Kate…

Kate doesn’t cry.

His wife, his stunning and stalwart viscountess, isn’t the same woman she was when they married -- and Anthony is grateful every day for that. She doesn’t hide herself away anymore, at least not from him.

Long past their early miscommunications, they’ve taught themselves how to lean on each other through good times and bad, and they’re stronger for it. They’ve also become all too skilled at reading one another’s emotions, usually before they even need to be spoken out loud. Their years together have, mercifully, been almost entirely happy, but still, Anthony has seen Kate break down about everything from a weaning baby to a frostbitten tulip bed to a starving stray kitten -- the last of whom was, of course, immediately provided with luxe accommodations in the Aubrey Hall stables.

This is why he worries so much when she doesn’t cry for Newton. Not when they finally accept that his health is declining, not that first night that the little beast’s family -- all five of them, now -- stand at the top of the staircase, waiting for him, realizing. Not even when she takes him out for one last turn about the gardens, just the two of them, in the frosty early hours of his final morning. Kate carries her furry companion in her arms for most of the way, and when they return, she lays him down to sleep and he never wakes.

And still she doesn’t cry.

Anthony follows his wife’s lead and attempts to go about his day, though he knows he’s only practicing the motions. But Kate, she doesn’t even seem to flinch. She nurses Charlotte, meets with the cooks, cheers Miles up with some playtime, finalizes the holiday decoration plans, and takes lunch with Edmund in between his lessons. She does what she always does, and maybe everyone else would miss it, but the rock in Anthony’s stomach rolls itself into a boulder when he realizes that the only thing that’s off is that she won’t meet his eyes -- not once, all day.

He follows her up the stairs that night after dinner, Charlotte nestled asleep in his arms, and watches carefully as his wife presses a quick kiss to their daughter’s forehead before stalking away towards their chambers. Anthony looks after her for a moment before turning for the nursery, laying their daughter to rest in her crib. Mercifully, she hardly stirs. So he knows it can’t be more than five minutes before he follows, shrugging off his valet as he enters their bedroom. And he sees her.

“Kate?”

She’s still fully dressed, curled pitifully in the fetal position around Newton’s favorite blanket -- the one at the foot of their bed. And she’s sobbing so hard he worries she might not be able to breathe.

“Oh, darling.”

“I can’t… I just can’t believe he’s gone,” Kate gasps between breaths as Anthony quickly makes his way to sit on the bed beside her, rubbing a comforting hand down her back, undoing the buttons to her dress and loosening her stays, trying to provide what little comfort he can. “I thought I had prepared myself and I--”

“Kathani,” he whispers, brushing back her hair and leaning over to press a kiss to her temple, a murmur in her ear. “Sweetheart, it’s all right. You’re allowed to mourn him, of course you are.”

Her shoulders shudder to a slow stop, and she finally takes in a deep breath that seems to relax him more than it does her.

“There was a time when I thought it was going to be just him and I,” she admits after a long moment, so soft it could be a whisper. Anthony’s chest aches, as it always does, at the memory of the lives they could have had, of the people they had been before they had each other.

Even still, there’s a part of him that preens at how willing she is to show this side of herself to him. They’ve built their home on a foundation of love and trust -- he’d die for her in a second, and so he must be grateful for each hardship he’s lived through with her at his side.

“Back then, I thought Newton might be all the love I was ever going to have, and now-” she hiccups, and her tears start again in earnest. “Now I have so much more, but he’s gone, and I…”

“Kate-” Anthony starts with his heart in his throat, not really knowing what he’s going to say -- but he doesn’t even get the chance. His wife’s watery next words hit him solidly in the chest, knocking the breath from his lungs.

“And the boys...”

Of course, Anthony realizes instantly. Of course that’s what’s pushed her so far.

Newton’s devotion to Kate had carried over immediately, each time they welcomed a new member to their family. But the most extraordinary part -- the part that still makes Anthony’s eyes go misty at the memories -- was how it often felt like the pup knew the children even before they did.

He knew to be gentle with Edmund. Their firstborn was a serious little sir from the moment he entered the world, and Newton approached with caution. His wiggling backside would often betray his excitement, but he somehow understood, instinctively, that the best way to endear himself to the boy was to simply curl up next to him. As Edmund grew, the pair could often be found seated side by side, peering out a window -- more than once Anthony had caught his son with his forehead pressed gently to the dog’s, quietly detailing his thoughts to a most patient listener.

When Miles was born, Newton was guarded at first, following the lead he had with his older brother. But he learned quickly. They all learned quickly with Miles. The first time his second son rolled over onto his stomach, he celebrated by grabbing his tiny hands onto each of the dog’s ears and letting out a joyous squeal. In Miles, the corgi soon found a devoted playmate — or “littermate,” his parents were fond of saying, when their toddler would curl up right alongside the pup on the floor.

And Charlotte… He had been waiting on Charlotte, Anthony realized. Just as they all had. It hadn’t even occurred to him at the time, but he remembered now how the corgi had stayed up all night with him, waiting in his study as Kate labored with their daughter. Even in his old age, Newton didn’t rest until Kate did, until he got a chance to see that she and her newest little one were healthy and safe.

“I am glad that you had him,” Anthony murmurs as he gently, chastely, strips his wife, and then himself, down to their underclothes and crawls into bed beside her. “I am glad that we all did.”

“Oh, you didn’t even like him,” Kate teases, grabbing at his hand when he slings it across his waist, and he’s grateful to hear the tiniest bit of levity in her voice.

“We didn’t get off to the best start,” he admits with a smile. “But surely you know that I loved him -- if for no other reason than his devotion to you.”

Her sobs have started to soften, but she presses her eyes together and fresh tears still track down her cheeks. “I do. I know.”

Anthony leans up again to press another kiss to her temple, but she turns in his arms to meet his lips with her own, bittersweet and searing. It floods every part of him with heat. It makes him brave enough to ask.

“Kate, what happened today? Why---”

She’d been moving beneath him, but she freezes at the question, hands stilling on his cheek and shoulder. Her eyes drop from his, and Anthony would be lying if he said it didn’t make his blood run icy for the same moment.

“I couldn’t let them see me like this.” she admits quietly, with another tearful gasp. “I knew if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop, and I didn’t want them to worry.”

This happens sometimes. For as good as they are together, for as much as they’ve healed one another, sometimes the scars of their past, of their duties and their grief and their mistakes, start to itch at them until they feel the need to scratch themselves bloody. Anthony’s quite sure that they’ll never be totally free of it, but it comforts him that the moments have started to come fewer and far between since their wedding, since their children, since this happiness he never thought he’d know again.

Tonight, though, he scolds himself silently. He should have expected this. He should have remembered earlier, when he knew that something was off, when he glanced at the portrait of his late father and thought himself silly.

“Kathani, you are the strongest person I know.” Anthony murmurs, carefully tucking back into her side. “God bless the both of them, but that includes our mamas. You are brave and steady and fiercely protective, and there’s not a single part of me that doubts you, ever.”

“You are so good to our children,” he continues, wrapping himself around her as tightly as he can. “So good to this family.”

The words don’t quite reach her. Anthony can feel it in the tension that’s keeping the muscles of her back taut against him. The wound is too fresh today, the memories returning in brilliant color. He understands how it feels -- if he thinks about it for even a moment, he can still see the bee land next to her lapel in the garden that day.

“You remember how it felt back then, with Mary, when you thought you might not get her back?” He knows she does, even before she nods against him silently. They’ve talked through it so many times before, the isolation they’d shared too young, how it feels to look for your mother and find little more than tears and ashes.

“I’ve never once -- not with everything you’ve been through -- never once worried that you were gone for good,” he assures her “And neither have our children. You’re too strong for that, my love.”

She takes a deep, shuddering breath before turning fully in his arms to face him again, and he can finally feel her starting to believe him, their hearts so intertwined that his chest warms sympathetically.

“You give us so much of your best,” he adds, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose, “you can let them see a little of your worst.”

She nestles her forehead under his chin and it's finally his turn to breathe deeply with relief.

“It’s not as if it will stop Edmund from fretting over you, anyway,” he adds, feeling her cheeks curl up just a little against his throat.

“Our little worrier,” she mumbles in agreement. “You know, he gets that from you.”

Anthony decides to leave that debate for another day as their bodies begin to still towards sleep, wrapping himself around his wife and contently pressing his lips at that spot next to her earlobe until they drift off together.

______

The next day is Friday, which means Anthony’s only appointment of the day is with his eldest son.

Edmund is indeed their little worrier, seemingly seven going on 70, smart and serious in a way that makes his father most proud and also breaks his heart a little. He is a consummate first child just like both of his parents -- sharp and stubborn and dutiful -- and Anthony and Kate love to bicker over who their eldest takes after the most.

More than a year ago, when he learned what his father’s title meant, and how it would one day be his own, young Edmund had dozens of questions about all of the responsibilities that, God willing, he would not have to take on for many years. But naturally, he didn’t find that an acceptable reason not to know everything now, and Kate had rolled her eyes at how easily -- how proudly, to be truthful -- Anthony had decided to cancel his son’s regular Friday lessons in favor of a weekly father-son day, spent learning the (for now, very basic) ropes of the viscountcy.

Sometimes they visit with tenants, or supervise an ongoing project on one of the farms. Sometimes they go over the accounts, with Edmund working out his own sums on old scraps of paper Anthony saves in a special desk drawer. Kate didn’t like the idea at first, worrying that it felt like pushing their son into his duties far too early. But instead, it’s seemed to have the opposite effect, helping to ease the anxieties all three of them know too well, and giving Anthony and his eldest some treasured extra time together, under the proud gaze of the viscounts that came before them.

Today, however, with the cloud of grief still hovering over Aubrey Hall, the two of them simply take tea in Anthony’s study while he signs some leftover ledgers.

“Amma is still in bed?” his son asks when he’s quietly polished off his scone.

“Yes,” Anthony nods. “She is sad about Newton, but she will be feeling well again soon.”

Edmund nods to match, his father’s mirror image. The boy’s chin is tight with worry, but there is nothing in his expression that betrays his belief in his mother, and the corners of Anthony’s eyelids go a little misty at the sight. He thinks for a moment that perhaps he’s doing something right with this parenting thing, before chuckling privately at the idea that he’s had anything to do with it at all.

For all their playful bickering about his dutiful nature, there’s no question that their eldest has been Kate’s since the moment he was born, when he gave her a gift no one else could.

“My mother’s eyes...”

Anthony will never forget the awe in his wife’s voice when she took one look at their firstborn -- or how she promptly burst into tears moments after. It’s those same eyes that look at him pleadingly now, and Anthony steels himself.

“Papa, do you think we might have another dog someday?” This is also a specialty of Edmund’s, processing his thoughts silently, at a superhuman speed, and leaving his family to figure out the road map.

“I would think it highly likely, yes,” Anthony answers, leaving open the benefit of a doubt, even though he knows it’s unnecessary. “I will be surprised if your mother doesn’t insist on it. But not just yet.”

Edmund nods once more, agreeing solemnly. “And Charlotte can know that dog.”

That had been one of their eldest’s chief concerns after they explained to him that Newton didn’t have much time left -- that his baby sister wouldn't remember their beloved dog in the same way that he and Miles did. Anthony remembers how tightly Kate had grabbed for his hand under the dinner table as they realized what he was asking, how his own mind had conjured up an image of Hyacinth as an infant.

He must have nodded again, because Edmund’s questions continue. “And Papa? When she’s older, can I still tell Charlotte about Newton?”

Anthony hopes his son can’t see how his chin wobbles as he grins, silently saying his usual prayer that these will be the only kind of responsibilities that plague the boy for years to come. “You certainly can,” he answers. “That’s something a very good big brother would do.”

His son takes that in, serious as ever, and then melts another bit of his father’s heart when he asks, “I’ll be like you?”

Anthony eyes flash to his own father’s portrait on the wall, and has to clear his throat before he answers. “Far better even than me, my boy.”

Edmund looks up then, those special eyes wide with wonder. He has heard plenty from his aunts and uncles about the kind of brother Anthony is and has always been, despite his father’s humble protests. “How?”

“Well for one, I never had a good dog like Newton to accompany me when I was growing up,” Anthony notes with a smile at his son. “I didn’t even know what I was missing.”

One more serious nod, a quick brush of a traitorous tear, and his boy seems satisfied for now.

“Come, let’s go check on your mother and siblings.” Anthony’s heart broke a little the first time his eldest son refused to be carried, but he counts his blessings when the boy will still take his hand. They wind their way to the second floor, identical nods tipped at the staff, who keep their own private smiles about Lord Bridgerton and his proper young shadow.

“Kate?” one voice calls as they reach the viscount’s quarters, while the other echoes, “Amma?”

No matter how many times Anthony opens the door to his bedroom to a sight like this, it still makes his breath catch in his throat. Kate, sat up in their bed, nursing baby Charlotte. Miles tucked into her side solemnly, a thumb in his mouth Anthony can’t even bother to admonish him for right now.

Their eyes meet and it’s the most relieved Anthony’s ever been to see that his wife’s been crying. Because behind the shiny gloss of her grief, there’s also something that looks like comfort, relief, a catharsis that feels like she’s miles away from last night, on her way to the peaceful side of mourning.

“Hello, my loves,” he says softly, adding another count to his blessings.

Edmund crawls up to sit beside Miles, and Anthony and Kate break their gaze only to notice their eldest wrapping a comforting arm around his younger brother -- while also stealthily brushing his thumb from his mouth.

Kate’s eyes widen slightly with bemusement as she turns back to whisper at Anthony. “Yours.”

“Absolutely not,” he protests, choking back a laugh so as not to make too much noise.

“Papa!” Restless without his pacification, Miles stands on the bed and toddles his way to Anthony, who’s barely able to shrug out of his waistcoat before his second son is wrapping his arms around his neck with a soft whimper.

He’s all emotion, their sensitive soul. His middle name is Benedict, after all -- perhaps they doomed him to it. But there’s not one part of Anthony that minds when his boy buries his curly head underneath his chin and gives him the tightest hug his tiny arms can muster.

“Papa,” Miles repeats when he pulls back, sounding too solemn for his handful of years. “Amma sad.”

“Yes, my darling,” Anthony soothes. “Your Amma is sad about Newton. We all are, but it’s going to be all right.”

Miles nods, pulling his features into a serious frown that Anthony knows is a copycat of his big brother’s. “Amma love Noot.”

“Yes I did, my darling,” Kate agrees softly, and the sound of her voice is enough to make Miles turn back towards his mother, devoted as any Bridgerton man has ever been. Anthony smiles as he takes a seat on the other side of the bed, curling himself around his wife and children and marveling at a world where even the darkest days can feel like this.

“I loved him very much.”

______

The day after next, they say goodbye.

Kate asks three times if he’s certain, but Anthony insists, and a medium-sized stone is moved to a familiar cropping of woods -- not far from the larger monument that has served as his life’s compass.

“They were both excellent judges of character, after all,” he tells his wife, with a reassuring smile and a comforting hand to her cheek, brushing away another stray tear. “I think they would have liked one another very much.”

They walk out together, the five of them dressed in white and clutching handfuls of flowers -- though most of Charlotte’s scatter to the ground before they reach the site. Anthony watches with tears in his eyes as Edmund presses his forehead to the stone, murmuring a few last words to his faithful friend. After a bit of prompting, Miles toddles towards the marker, planting a sloppy kiss right to it that leaves dirt on his nose.

“Bye, Noot,” the boy says softly. “I love you.”

Anthony hears Kate whimper softly beside him, and he takes Charlotte from her arms as she steps forward herself, letting her flowers fall to the ground as she says her farewell, speaking softly to her old friend in a language Anthony can partly understand. And when her tears begin to fall, and the emotion takes her to her knees, Anthony’s vision blurs as his sons step forward even before he can, wrapping their arms around their mother and supporting her with the pure comfort only they can provide.

“My darling boys. I love you so,” she murmurs, to them all, and Anthony says his own private prayer of thanks as something long gone returns to his very soul.

He realizes that he was wrong on the walk back home -- his wife’s hand clutched tightly in his own, their children surrounding them, broken hearts held tight enough together to feel whole once more. This isn’t at all like it was before.

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