#was it actually 10 inches? maybe or it could have been 8

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Why would I schedule haircuts when I know that I can wander into my bathroom on a whim and cut off 10 inches of hair with a pair of fabric scissors?

#riddle me that batman and by batman i mean my mum #was it actually 10 inches? maybe or it could have been 8 #its just below should length now but i might keep cutting it #bc i used to cut to just below my chin and let it grow out from there #tbh it prob looks better short bc i have a weird long face that only looks longer with long hair #but i like doing the side braid :-[ and it has to be pretty long for that :-[ #we'll see how short my hair is by the end of the week. rip to all my split ends my #last haircut was like in 2021 #unrelated

[whole-circus]

can i please request nsfw headcanons with laughing jack and candy Pop ?? thanks youss 🫶🏻

Candy Pop and Laughing Jack NSWF hcs!

➥ Hiiii!! (pretty clown boys im drooling). Here you go! And again sorry that i kept you waiting!!!! >:(( Ofc please remember about safe sex always and things like that!!

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Candy Pop

Yeah he is big king, and I mean it, he is huge everywhere! Candy isnt human, so things like "average size" doesnt applicable to him, basic laws of nature doesnt exist either. Bold assumptions that he would be more than 10-12inches (25-30cm) when hard and he is thicc! Such a yummy dick and pretty too! Shape doesnt look human tho! Candy has couple of veins here and there, and is well trimmed (he just cares about his look so much, not like you can complain). Good luck with taking him - at least he can hit all your sweet spots easly. Absolute nightmare if you are virgin!

Candy is defintely a top! He just loves using his power and big posture against you! All that to make you feel completely under his control, relying only on him. Loves making absolute mess from you, the state when you cant even think properly and just moan needly his name while bouncing on his cock - he lives for that so much. There is no better view than his pet being obdient and good just for him! There is a small chance that he would let you dom him, but its one in a milion tbh - Candy just loves "taking care" for you too much!

Such a kinky and freaky beast pls!! Like bondage, spanking, BDSM, pet play, size kink, breeding, degradation!!! Sign him in, he is so willing to try anything and everything!! Boy has seen a lot so you wont suprise him anyways. When you two are having sex, he loves choosing risky places when you two could have been seen! Candy does have something from exhibicionist and get off so much from the thought that someone would see you both! Big on making you cry, he so so mean i swear! Doesn't let you cum without his persmission, says many mean things or maybe its becasue of pain? Can't wait to see you looking up at him with your teary eyes! Candy Pop is also rough partner, constantly grabbing and pulling your hair ust to look at him. Give him blowjob if you are brave enough! He knows that he is huge and wont fit into your tight throat, but will try to shove as much as he can!

VERY VOCAL!! He moans, screams, whimper,, just anything! Making so many sounds like his own life depends on it! Also great dirty talker, you are wet just from his voice! LOVES CALLING YOU HIS PET! Or things like slut, dumb fucktoy, and things like kitten or filthy dog..But he has his cutie patootie side too! Sweetie, cutie, pup, baby (tho he likes to use it when he mocks you)! HE ALSO LOVES WHEN YOU CALL HIM NAMES THAT EMPHASIZE HIS POWER OVER YOU!! Master and sir are his thing, but he is curious what can you come up with!

Loves positions like doggy, cowgirl (doesnt matter if reversed or not, he just want you do all the work!) and listen!! he is big and strong and stuff so he can actually hold you against the wall and just fuck you when he hold you (usually for quickies). Candy also loves taking you on the table/kitchen counter - anywhere like that! Will grind against your butt with his bulge, and be ready to be humped when you two sleep pacefully!

When it comes to aftercare..it is here but nothing too special. Will definitely praise you after sex, telling you how good did you do, helps you out with potential hurts you got during - otherwise he will just lay here with you, caressing your back and hair.

Laughing Jack

Another huge and inhuman cock..good luck! Jack is way more on lenght than thiccnes, but i assure that you wont complain when he will pound into you! Also, he is not a human, so we ignore there basic laws of nature - i would say he is around 8-10 inches (20-25cm) long when hard. Has cute little bush, one sensitive vein on the back and no, his dick isnt in black-white stripes.. Second virgin nightmare, but what is the worst thing that can happen?

Jack defnitely prefers to be dominant one, usually he is this sweet and soft kind of dom..but be aware of his more rougher side, just give him a bit of time! That dosnt mean that he won't be sub..gladly will become one just for you! Just keep in mind that he is bratty as hell, not obeying any of your command..looks like he needs good punishment to put him in line!

Romantic love making with all this cheesy stuff like candles and roses >> rough sex rawr. I will propably dissapoint you all freaks, but nothing too hardcore? Jack is pretty loving and sensual partner once you are together, so the thought of hurting you in any way (even if its for your pleasure) would put him off a bit. But he is open to trying new things, just nothing too kinky! Enjoys marking you in diffrent forms - biting, straching you with his sharp nails or just giving you hickeys, he loves that so much..! Please pull his hair - or let him do the same to you, it doesnt matter at this point! Huge on breeding, loves the though of getting you all full with his cum..(no worries, even if you cant be pregnant!). And when it comes to oral.. he is so amazing at giving it! Jack has such a long tongue, ready to reach all your sweet spots or wrap around your whole lenght! If you would be the one giving, he might be a bit scared because he knows well how big he is, so it might take him a bit convincing.

Much of a whimper..! Makes such a cute and needy noises i swear to god. Jack doesnt really moan, but it happens to scream your name while growling! Also dirty talking can be a bit awkward sometimes, but most of the times he is doing great job and keep you both away frm this uncomfy silence!

Doesnt really like degrading you, sex is more of love making for you both and he just want to show you his feelings! You end up being sweetheart, love, darling or little one - he is sucker for this cute petnames. When it comes to him, he is fine with being just Jack or other sweet petnames, but wont complain if you call him daddy!

Jack especially likes the positions when he can see your face and have easy access you every part of your body! So missionary (pls, you two holding hands when he slams into you!), cowgirl and pretty much enjoyes 69. Special place in his heart goes to normal sex during cuddles or to cockwarming!

AFTERCARE IS SO SWEET WITH HIM! Whatever you need, he will bring it up to you! He will glady cuddle with you to sleep after he made sure you are clean and hydrated, but is as much cool with just hugging you ad talk about small, silly things.

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Lay All Your Love On Me

Chapter 11- Forever and Always

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

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AN: Hi everyone! Here is the eleventh chapter of Lay All Your Love On Me from me and @mar-rein12! We are veryyyyyy sorry with the late chapter. The first 8 chapters we had prepared for a while but the last 3 have been made throughout the week whenever we had free time which is like never when your college students. But we're excited for you guys to read this, its a crazy one but we have good stuff for the future! We tried to play around with time skips and stuff, so if its confusing let us know so we can fix it for the future. So enjoy the eleventh chapter, Forever and Always

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, penetrative sex, fingering, butt stuff..., cursing, angst, slut shaming, fighting, fluff (comment if I missed any!)

Josh’s POV 

You are currently sitting in your musical theater composition seminar and couldn’t focus on anything. You were still thinking about your night with y/n a couple days ago. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. You needed her badly. You sit on your computer and attempt to take notes on the class but instead find your way onto a flower website. 

Maybe, I should order a bouquet for her, to surprise her. 

You scroll through the website completely disregarding your professor's lesson. You find a bouquet filled with pastel colored tulips. You remember her mentioning she had liked them before. As you look at the price, realizing it is only $70, you add it to your cart. 

You pay $10 for express delivery, in order to get it to her by the end of the day. You love doing nice things for her and you know this will make her so happy. You attach a message to it, signing it off with Love, Josh.

You click the place order button and let out a deep breath. Love Josh. You were feeling pretty bold for that one. You do love her though, or at least you feel like you could love her. She is everything and more that you look for in a woman. She is confident, hard-working, funny, and so incredibly beautiful inside and out. 

You continue daydreaming about her until your professor decides to end class a little early. As you walk to your next class you feel a buzz come from your pocket. 

3:12pm y/n: I don’t know if you have class rn, but if you don’t you should come back over to the dorm. I have the place to myself and I miss you. 

3:13pm Josh: No class at all, I’ll be over.

You would do anything to be able to see her, no matter what it takes. You quickly make your way over to her dorm, walking a little faster than you’d like to admit. But she just has that effect on you. Once you make your way up, you knock on the door. The door swings open, almost as if she was waiting for you.

‘Hi Joshy, I missed you.” She embraces you, wrapping her arms around your neck. You look down at her noticing she is dressed in only a thin, black satin robe. 

“I missed you too. What are you up to?” 

“I was actually about to hop in the shower!” She giggles, turning around to walk towards the bathroom. You just stand there not really knowing what to do with yourself. She halts her steps to whip around, facing you again. “You coming or not?”

 You immediately walk over to her discarding your shoes and shirt along with your backpack at the front door. Once you make it to the bathroom you kick off your pants and under garments, being left completely exposed to y/n. The only sound that could be heard was the hot water hitting against the shower floor. She slowly unties her robe, letting it fall to the floor. It feels like something out of a movie. 

Your eyes scan over every inch of her body. All the curves, dips, and perfections about her. 

“You’re so fucking sexy y/n.” Your hands connect to her sides, pulling her closer. “I need you, and your body so bad. Can I make you feel good princess, please?” She looks up to you with her doe eyes.

She sultrily struts over to the glass door of the shower, placing her hand on the handle. “You want me so bad? Well, then, you gotta come get me.” She pulls the door open to step inside, you run over to quickly step in from behind her. She tilts her head back and lets the hot water saturate her hair, and smudge her makeup. The way her mascara melted under her eyes turned you on way too much. You wanted so badly to push her down to the ground and make her suck you off but you wanted to make this about her. 

You immediately push her up against the wall. Your bare chest flush with hers, with your hands placed on either side of her head.“You just can’t control yourself can you?” She teases you, attempting to push her hips up into yours, under the stream of warm water. 

“Honestly, It’s hard for me to control myself around you, you’re so fucking perfect. Always making me want to fuck the shit out of you, like the dirty little girl I know you are.” You take your knee and place it in between her thighs, giving her the most perfect amount of stimulation on her clit. 

Her head flies back smacking against the shower wall with a sharp moan, far too turned on to feel the pain of it. Your lips connect with her in a passionate kiss. You gently slip your tongue past her lips, her gladly accepting it. You continue just like that for a few minutes until she pulls away. “Mmm… Josh…”

“What baby? Is something wrong?” You give her a concerned expression, eyes slightly widened. 

“No, nothing is wrong. I just need you to fuck me, hard. Right here. I can’t wait any longer” She begs, connecting your lips again with a quick kiss. 

You pull away this time, “Yeah? You want me to fuck you hard, right here?” You take your hand, lifting her chin up to look at you. She gives you a little nod, but that was not good enough for you. “Words, mama. Tell me exactly what it is that you want.”

“Holy shit, Josh. I’m so fucking wet for you. Feel it.” She takes your hand in hers, moving it to rest in between her legs. You drag your pointer and middle finger up her slit, collecting her slick on your fingers. You audibly moan at the sight before you, she looks too fucking good, its criminal. 

“Goddamn, yeah…you’re fucking soaked. Turn the fuck around, now.” You command her. She obeys, turning her body around to face the wall. Your hand finds its way to her back, pressing her up against the wall fully. You lean down to whisper in her ear, “Now mama, tell me what you want me to do to you.” 

You can feel her squirm under you, practically begging you to touch her. She turns her head to the side, “I want your fat cock inside of me Joshy. Fuck me so hard I can’t fucking walk. I wanna feel you fill me up.” She places her left leg up onto one of the low shelves, to steady herself and to make herself more accessible to you. 

You stroke your cock a couple times before lining yourself up with her entrance. You take your time sliding in, to allow her to adjust to your length. She lets out a deep sigh once you’re fully seated inside of her. “You been thinking about this mama? Because I sure have. You’re a fucking angel, got me wrapped so fucking tight around your pretty little finger.” You don’t move your hips, just yet, your cock only resting inside her. 

“I’ve been thinking about this, Josh. You have no idea. Give it to me, please. I can’t take it anymore.” There's no way you can give into her that easily. You gather her hair pulling it all over to one shoulder, giving her a sweet, little kiss on her back. 

“And why should I give it to you sweetheart? You think you earned it?” You question her, biting down onto her tender skin, making her wince. 

“I know I earned it Joshy, I’ve been such a good girl for you. You think I just invited you over here to be nice? I know what I want Josh, and I want you to fuck me. So give that to me or leave.” She says with a smirk, knowing how much she can control you.

You don’t mean that mama, you know you love me.” Oh shit. 

“Do I now Joshy? I could say the same about you.” She smiles pulling you into a kiss. “Now, I said I need you to fuck me or leave, so which is it going to be?” You bring your cock to her entrance, teasing the outside while bringing it up and down her slit. After perfectly lining her up,  you grab her hips and slam her back onto your cock. 

She lets out a loud moan and clutches onto the wall in front of her. You know she can take it by now, so you don’t slow your pace. You continue pulling her back onto you but you feel her push back harder onto you, knowing she wants it deeper. 

“Harder Josh please, it's not enough.” Not enough? You weren’t insecure about your size or anything but you wanted to give her more. You disregard the shower you were meant to be taking and turn off the water. Throwing the door open you pick her up and carry her to her bedroom, throwing her on the bed paying no mind to her wet body. Her soaked hair leaves a wet mark around her head, on the comforter. 

You bring her legs up to your shoulders, letting them drape over like a backpack. You line yourself up and begin abusing her pussy. Your hands squeeze tightly around her ankles, guaranteeing marks the next day. You slam in and out of her without any thoughts in your mind other than the sounds of your skin slapping against hers. 

“Is this enough for you now, slut? You’ve been such a spoiled little brat, a quick little fuck in the shower wouldn’t be enough for you huh? You need to be fucked hard like the whore you are.” You continue on with hard, deep strokes to her aching cunt. She was wrapping around you so perfectly and so wet, allowing you to easily slide in and out. 

She was so relaxed that her body was just so free and loose. All her perfect little holes were opened up to you and you couldn’t help but wonder what other holes you could fill. You flip her onto all fours, pressing her face down into the mattress. You grab her hips, beginning your harsh pace again. Your hands make their way down her ass and one hand stops right at her asshole. You take your thumb and lightly press it on the outside, not allowing it to enter. You begin to hear quiet moans coming from her mouth that were different from the ones from before. These ones were softer and hungry for more, not the loud, pornographic ones you always hear. 

“Do you like that y/n, does that feel so good?” Slowly making circles on the outside of it.

“It feels so good, please put it in Josh.” She begs.

“What a dirty girl, needing all your holes filled. Practically begging me to put a finger in her ass” 

“I am begging, so do it before I do it myself.” Her hand begins to reach around and moves your hand. Before she can do it, you swat her hand away. You take your pointer finger and shove it in her mouth, wetting it for her. You slowly slide it in, not knowing if it was something she had done before. 

“Please, tell me if it hurts or you want me to stop mama.” You begin to gently pump your finger in and out, in time with your thrusts. She shoves her face deeper into the bed, muffling her moans. 

“It doesn’t hurt, I need more Josh, add another.” What is this girl on?

You pull the finger out, not wanting to shove it in her mouth again you end up spitting directly on her asshole, and start massaging the two fingers into her. You make the final push, both fingers plunging inside of her. You slowly increase your speed back up to what it was before, slowing down your thrusts upon noticing her fullness. 

“Fuck, Josh. Oh God.” Her body starts to squirm underneath you. You can tell she's getting close. 

“Mama, you’re so goddamn dirty, holy shit. Wish you could see yourself right now, all fucked out and on display for me. I have you so filled right now. I wish I could fill you up in all your holes.”

 She only responds with a sharp moan. That causes you to speed up your thrusts again, the hand that wasn’t in her ass grips tightly onto her hip. You rip your fingers out of her, giving her a harsh smack on the ass. She yelps, beginning to grip harder onto the comforter. 

“I’m gonna cum, fuck.” She whimpers on, her eyes half lidded.  You continue on with your pace, doing all you could to push her over the edge. 

“Do it. Wanna feel your pussy squeeze around my fat cock. I’m so fucking close too.” Her moans heighten, making you thrust harder and faster despite your movements getting sloppy. 

Her body begins to shake, as curses and moans fly out of her mouth left and right. You feel a tight squeeze around your cock before you feel a new type of wetness splash onto your lower abs. A feeling you know all too well. The feeling of her squirt against your abs sends you over the edge, filling her up with your cum. You pant and slowly pull out of her, laying down in the bed next to her. 

She looks over at you, eyes wide and out of breath,” ya know…I’ve never done that before.”

You turn your head over to look at her, “clearly you were enjoying it.” You smirk at her.

“Oh trust me I was. Makes me want to invest in some butt plugs or something.” She says as you begin rolling off the bed.

You stand in front of her with your arms stretched out, offering her your hand. She allows you to take her hand, pulling her up off the bed. 

“How about we try again with a shower?” She giggles at your statement and nods her head. 

You both begin walking over to the bathroom, to hop in the shower yet again. 

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Jakes POV

You sit on the couch waiting for Josh to get back from class. Usually you guys would go to the gym after your Wednesday classes, but he was late. You scroll on your phone trying to waste time until you come across a funny video of a cat barking. 

You save the video to your favorites on Instagram to show Josh later. A few videos later the front door rattles and in comes Josh with wet hair and a huge grin on his face. What's his deal? 

You give him a questioning look, “You look like you just got laid brother.” You joke with him.

Josh chuckles at you, “I was just in class.” 

You could tell when your twin was lying, “Reallyyy… why’s your hair wet then?” You raise an eyebrow at him in challenge. 

“I had to use the eye wash station in chemistry today.” 

“You don’t take chemistry dumbass, if you're gonna lie come up with a better excuse.” 

“Fuck… you caught me.” So, he finally decides to be honest with you.

“So where were you then?” You’re determined to get the answer out of him.

“I was over at y/n’s.” He says nonchalantly, dropping his bag on the floor and flopping down onto the couch. “Are we still going to the gym?”

“I mean I was planning on it, hence why I waited for you but you were late.” You look at your phone seeing that he's an hour late and now it would be cutting into band practice if you went now. “I can’t go anymore, I'm gonna be late for the band.”

Josh doesn’t even seem to care, he's just sitting there on his phone laughing at whatever video he’s watching. What a dick.

“Oh my god you gotta see this Jake.” He’s still chuckling as he turns his phone around to show you a video of the local bar and this crazy guy freaking out and jumping behind the bar. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the video despite being upset with Josh. “You're not gonna believe it. I literally saw him one time when I was there and he was being really weird and was doing the worm. I took a video I think let me see…” 

You scroll through your camera roll, Josh expectantly looking over your shoulder. You scroll up to a few weeks ago in your camera roll. You scan your eyes around where you think it would be and click on it showing Josh. You begin laughing but don’t hear much coming from your twin. You look over to see a confused and disgusted look on his face. 

“Jake…” you hear him say. 

You turn to look at him, your smile fading and confusion written all over your face. “What?” 

“What was that picture next to it?” he spat at you, anger filling his voice. 

You swipe out of the video and look at what is next to it. 

No. fucking. way.

Y/n’s nudes from weeks back were sitting in your camera roll. But there is no way he would know that they are hers. “I don’t really remember, it might be this girl from my class. We’re talking right now I guess.” Shitty lie.

“Girl from your class? Really, because that looks a lot like y/n.” He says pointing at your phone, eyebrows furrowing and free hand clenched into a fist. 

“How can you be so sure, the girl's face isn’t even in the picture, bud.” 

Josh stares into your soul, your eyes battling for dominance. You knew this wasn’t going to end well for anyone's case.

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Y/n's POV

You're woken up from your pre-study nap to a loud knock on the door. You knew Char would be getting home late but normally when she forgets her keys she calls you. You quickly hop out of bed to answer the door. When you take a peek outside the door you see…Josh. 

“Josh? What are you doing here, did you forget something?” Your eyes scan over the room to see if anything was left. 

He darts in the door, without invitation, and makes his way to the couch and takes a seat. “Were you talking to anyone while we were?”

“Not romantically… I mean I was only talking to you. I pretty much cut off any prior things with everyone.”

“Did you start new ones?” He says clasping his hands together, squeezing them. 

“No- Josh what is this about? If you're gonna say something just fucking say it.” 

“Okay fine. How long have you been fucking my brother?” Your eyes widen, that’s the last thing you expected to come out of his mouth. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?! I’ve never even talked to him.” You try your best to defend yourself, but you don’t think it’s working too well. 

“So you’ve texted him, is that what you're saying? I mean surely talking in person wasn’t enough so you also had to text when he wasn’t around. Squirt? Does that ring a bell y/n? Or the nudes you sent to his phone?”

“Josh, I don't send that kind of stuff anymore. Not to anyone. Plus I never sent them with my face ever!”

“Yeah true but it’s pretty fucking easy to notice you with that fucking initial necklace you always wear.” He says pointing at it. 

“You can’t prove anything, you asshole.” You didn’t feel like dealing with this shit right now. 

“Really, wanna hear everything that Jake just told me?” You give him a certain look to just shut his mouth. 

—

2 hours before 

Josh’s POV 

“How can you be so sure, the girl's face isn’t even in the picture, bud.” Jake proclaims.

“That necklace that ‘girl’ is wearing is the same one y/n never takes off because her dad gave it to her. The little freckle on her neck, her hair draping over the shoulders, who is it then Jake? I know her and her body, that's y/n.” You snap back at him, seeing right through his little lie. 

“Like I said, it might be a girl from my class. It might also be some random girl I don’t remember?”

“Then why would it be on your phone if you don’t remember? Open your messages now.” You’re seething. If you could see yourself right now, your face would most likely be bright red.  

“I don’t have to do shit Josh. Damn. You’re fucking crazy.” 

“No go ahead and just swipe through, if I don’t see her name then fine.”

Jake sighs, pulling open his messages and slowly goes through showing that he had nothing to hide while you quickly look at the previews of the messages. Nothing crazy until you see 

2:14am Jake: I know he’s asleep. Come to the bathroom now.

With that you grab Jake’s phone and run to the nearest room. You slam the door shut, locking it quickly.

“JOSH STOP, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT DOING THAT!” Jake screams muffle from behind the door. 

You take a deep sigh, knowing that you don’t want to see what's in those messages, but the pounding on the door tells you that your suspicions are correct.

After clicking on the messages, you’re met with weeks of conversations between Jake and y/n. 

9:45pm y/n: What am I wearing tonight hottie?

9:46pm Jake: Didn’t expect to be hearing from you, I missed you.

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9:56pm Jake: I told you I’ve had my eye on you for a while now.

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11:16pm Jake: I miss you too sexy, and your body. I wish I could be with you, taking that slutty little outfit off. Who picked that out again?😏

11:17pm Jake: Of course, sexy girl. Show me what's mine.

11:18pm y/n: Who said I was yours?

11:18pm Jake: Is anyone else getting these pics?

11:18pm y/n: No

11:19pm Jake: Then they’re mine, along with your body, all mine.

Holy shit. This has been happening underneath your nose the entire time. You trusted y/n, and even worse, you trusted your brother. You took out your phone and took pictures of some of the messages. You knew you needed to confront y/n and you knew you weren’t going to give her any time to come up with a story. You take Jake’s phone and hide it deep in your closet knowing he’ll never find it. You didn’t want him to give y/n any warning about what was going to happen. 

You yank open the door making your way to the door while Jake hollers his apologies behind you. You completely ignore him, slipping out the door. 

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Present Time

Y/n’s POV

You couldn’t deny the truth. He had evidence and there was no way of getting out of it. 

“Josh, we weren't together. I- I can explain.” You grab onto his arm trying your very best to fool him. He forcefully rips his arm out of your grip. 

“So what was that then, huh. You can’t expect to act that way with me and not make me think it's something more than friends, because it wasn’t no matter what you say, and you know that.” His finger digs deeply into your chest, discomfort rising within you from his jab. You back away from his harsh touch. 

“It was more than friends, I thought it was friends with benefits.” You feel tears beginning to form in your eyes, your lips quivering as you attempt to speak. 

“Holy fuck y/n. You’re so fucking stupid. We said that because we were horny for each other, but I thought after making the connection it was something more. I should have known it from the beginning.” You see tears start filling his eyes, a wash of anger flashes across his face. He lets completely loose on you. 

“You’ve always been a slut and I should have recognized that you wouldn’t be able to keep it in your pants for just one person, but hey go for my brother I guess. Was it convenient to just go to one bed and then hop into another only 5 feet apart? Probably the most efficient you’ve ever been, huh?” 

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” The tears are flowing down your cheeks now, sob after sob racking through your body. The thing was… he was right. You are everything he says you are. 

“I’m the asshole? Wow, y/n, real classy. Just admit it. Admit you fucked Jake. Then we can go back to the way things were before this goddamn musical.” 

“I don’t want to go back to the way things were before the musical. I made some mistakes and I'm sorry. But I just want everything to be how it has been.” 

“Oh yeah? When you were sleeping with both me and my brother? Fuck that. I don’t want anything to do with you, y/n.” 

“Did you even think about why I was getting with him in the first place? You selfish piece of shit, and for me to think you changed your ways.” There is no way he’s placing all the blame on you. 

“MY WAYS?! You're the one who hasn’t ‘changed their ways’ but please enlighten me as to why you would have to fuck me and my brother at the same time.” He says, crossing his arms across his chest.

“You have always been a fucking dick to me, and you know it. Jake treated me right from the beginning and made me feel wanted. I had to beg for your attention and for you to be kind to me. When you finally started to act the way a ‘boyfriend’ should act is when I cut it off with Jake.” You’re screaming in his face, begging him to hear you out, to understand. You stand there completely helpless in the middle of your living room, crying. 

"Damn it y/n I love you. I always have, I wanted to treat you that way but I didn't want to scare you off." His hands rubbing his face.

"Well you didn't do a great job showing it." You say in a snarking tone.

Josh walks up to you, incredibly close, his face right in front of yours. “You are a bitch.” You’re done with his shit, you forcefully shove him backwards and off of you.  

The room gets quiet, only being able to hear the heavy breathing of both of you bouncing off the walls. 

“Josh… please. I don’t want this to end.” You can hardly make out his body now standing in the doorway, through your tears. 

“I want that too… but I don’t know what else to do. This,” he motions between the two of you, ”is fucked.” You collapse on the floor, curling up into a ball, and just can’t stop your weeping. “I’ll text you tomorrow y/n, I need to clear my head after tonight.” The last thing you hear from him is the door slamming. 

After what feels like hours of laying on the floor weeping,  you hear knocking at the door.

Josh?

You pick yourself off the ground hurrying your way to the door. Maybe he wanted to talk it out more, figure something out.

When you get to the door you're met with no one. You look at your surroundings and notice a large bouquet of flowers sitting on the ground. You bring them in, hoping maybe they were from your dad who occasionally sends you flowers as a little gift. 

You set them on the counter and open the card. Your eyes scan the words, causing you to fall to your knees. What have I done? This is your fault. You are a slut. You don’t deserve anyone. 

Thankful for you, forever and always. Love Josh.

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Nobody's Fool: Chapter 17

Pairing: EddieXReader

Summary: You have bartended for years after you were forced to drop out of college due to family circumstances. You have dated your fair share of musicians, had your heart broken by one particular one, and have learned they are not be trusted. You have sworn off of them for the rest of your life. Then, one night, a new band plays at the bar, and against your better judgement, you can't help noticing the lead singer and guitar player. Could he possibly be different from the ones who came before him?

Warnings: 18+ Only due to eventual smut and language. There is also a toxic family relationship with a narcissistic mother if that is triggering for you.

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You had been working hard to avoid Sebastian for the last few hours. He kept lingering, popping up unpleasantly like a bill collector you’ve been avoiding for days. He was relentless, sending lude sexual comments your way or taking another shot at trying to remind you about how good you were together. Yeah, so good together that he had to find other people to fulfill his sexual needs. You were not falling for his shit again. He’d made you look like an idiot once and that was more than enough. You would walk past him, ignoring him, heading to a table or back behind the bar or into the storeroom, anything to get as far from him as possible. 

You had even gone so far as to send the blonde from earlier after him, hoping he would lose interest in you at the prospect of an easy lay he didn’t have to work that hard for. It worked for about fifteen minutes before he was back to lurking around, watching you. It was infuriating, trying to work as he just followed with his eyes, waiting for a chance to ambush you again.

You weren't sure how you would have responded if Sebastian had walked in here a couple months ago. Would you have tried to give him a second chance? You hoped not. But now? You knew all too well what a good guy actually looked like. Eddie was a good guy, and while you were still terrified of your feelings, of putting yourself out there again, you weren't willing to risk whatever it was you had with Eddie for this guy that you knew was a piece of shit. 

This thing with Eddie scared the hell out of you because you knew you were diving right off the side of the cliff with no parachute. You were heading straight for the ground at a rapid pace, about to shatter every bone in your body in a painful crash. How long would it take for him to get bored of you? How long until he looked around and realized he could do so much better than you? How long before he realized you just weren't worth all of the effort?

“You want me to punch him for you?” Joey asked, breaking through your thoughts. 

“No,” you sighed. “Really? You’re going to try to take him on? I love you Joey, but he’s got like six inches on you. I don’t need you getting hurt.”

Sebastian was no joke. He stood at six foot two, another trait that lended itself to him resembling a Greek God. He was muscular, not in a bulky bodybuilder way, but in a lean, toned kind of way. You had seen him in fights before when he was drunk and somebody was running their mouth, and you had never seen him lose one.

“I think I could take him,” Joey countered, sounding a bit hurt at your lack of faith in him.

“Maybe you could,” you agreed, “but it wouldn’t help anything and it would only create a problem for John. I don’t need you to lose your job for me. I just need to get through the next ten minutes so he can go away.”

The bar was closing down. Last call was twenty minutes ago. The patrons were slowly making their way out, the lack of drinks ending their fun for the night. You began wiping down the tables and stacking chairs, your body relaxing, every muscle loosening, now that you had made it. Sebastian would be heading out with his band and out of your eyesight. Hopefully out of your life for good this time.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed yours, spinning you around. Two arms crushed you against a rock hard body as lips you knew intimately found yours. Shock coursed through you at the sudden intrusion to your mind and body. You tried to bring your hands up to push him away from you, but his strong arms were pinning yours down at your sides.

Out of nowhere, the body holding yours was suddenly yanked away. You opened your eyes, just in time to see Eddie’s fist connecting with Sebastian’s jaw. Sebastian staggered back, surprise registering on his face at the attack. He stared at Eddie in fury and then launched himself, grabbing Eddie around the waist and tackling him to the ground.

“Shit!” John yelled as he came running over. “Guys, knock it off!”

You shook the shock off and ran forward, trying to help John pull them apart. You reached out but a flailing hand connected with your eye and you shrieked, falling back to the ground. Joey leapt over the bar, running to your side to see if you were okay.

“I’m fine, just…goddamn it!” you screamed. 

A couple of the guys from the plant, big guys, grabbed Eddie and Sebastian in bear hugs, lifting them away from each other. Both of them looked insane, their eyes wild with rage, their hair looking like they had stuck their fingers in electrical sockets. 

“You boys need to calm down!” John yelled. “I’m not going to have brawls in my bar. You want to keep this up, then you take it outside.”

“Gladly,” Eddie growled.

“Anytime,” Sebastian hissed.

“Fuck, both of you knock it off!” you yelled, getting back to your feet, still holding your eye.

Eddie glanced at you, suddenly realizing that you were hurt, eyes that had been dark with rage softening in concern. “Shit, are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” you shrieked. “Jesus, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“You were kissing him!” he yelled.

“I was not kissing him! He was kissing me!” you yelled back.

“Ahh…so this is who you got to replace me?” Sebastian sneered. “Really, dollface? This Eddie Van Halen knockoff? You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Who the hell are you?” Eddie demanded.

“He’s my ex,” you explained quietly.

“Your ex?” he questioned, understanding registering on his face. 

“Yeah,” Sebastian smirked, moving to you and slinging his arm around your shoulder. “Feeling nervous? I sure would be if I were my competition.”

“Shut up,” you shouted, shoving his arm away from you. “Seriously, get your fucking ego in check. Sebastian, just get the hell out of here.”

“You don’t mean that,” he argued, attempting his pouty lip again and you wanted to punch him this time. “Come on. You can’t be serious about choosing this dirtbag over me.”

“Dirtbag!?” Eddie yelled. “I’m guessing you’re the dick that is the reason she…”

“Jesus Christ! Everyone just shut up!” you yelled, desperate to stop Eddie from saying whatever it was that he was going to say. “Sebastian, seriously, just get the fuck out of here!”

Sebastian tried to argue but John stepped in, telling him he needed to leave before the cops were called. He complained, grumbling the entire way out about how he was the one who had been attacked. You felt relief flood through your body when the door closed and he was finally gone.

“Sweetheart, you know I love you, and I’m sorry I may have initiated all of this by allowing him to play,” John said, “but you need to get your boyfriends in check. I can’t have this shit in my bar.”

“Yeah, I know,” you sighed, pressing your fingers against your forehead, a throb working its way from your eye to the back. 

“You okay?” Joey asked.

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted, placing your hand on his arm. “Thank you. Do you think you could give me a ride home?”

“Of course.”

“Whoa,” Eddie interjected. “I thought I was giving you a ride home.”

“That was before you acted like a giant brute and came in here swinging!” you yelled. 

“Seriously?” he argued. “I walked in here and saw some blonde titan making out with you in the middle of the bar. What exactly was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know,” you said, “maybe take a moment to assess the situation before fists start flying!”

“Assess the situation? I did assess the situation and I assessed that my girlfriend was kissing another dude! Forgive me for getting upset.”

“Girlfriend?” you asked in shock. Your brain was struggling to process that word. “Since when did we decide I was your girlfriend? I don’t remember that conversation! And I wasn’t kissing him! He grabbed me and kissed me!”

“I assumed you were my girlfriend. We’ve been seeing each other for a month. I didn’t know we had to officially state it,” Eddie explained. “And that’s all the more reason he deserved to be punched!”

“I can handle myself,” you seethed, glaring at him. “I’ve been handling him all night!”

“Oh, have you?” Eddie asked, his tone cold.

“Jesus, that’s nice,” you muttered. “I was avoiding him all night because I’m with you! I told him to go away. I told him to leave me alone. If you would have waited five goddamn seconds, you would have seen me bite his goddamn lip until it bled and tell him to fuck off. He cheated on me. He broke my heart. I am not interested in going down that road with him again.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know? You never want to tell me anything!” Eddie yelled. “I only know what I know about you because you’ve been forced to share. Trying to get to know you is like trying to invade fucking Mordor! Every time I get close, an army attacks and puts up new goddamn defenses and I have to find a whole different strategy! It’s, quite honestly, fucking exhausting.”

You paused, his words twisting something deep inside of you. “Well, if I’m so exhausting, then I’ll be more than happy to give you a break.”

“Whoa! Whoa! That’s not what I mean,” he said quickly, his tone taking on an edge of panic. “I don’t want a break. Look, this situation got out of control. Will you please just come with me back to my place so we can talk?”

You glanced from Eddie to Joey who had been watching your back and forth with rapt attention. His eyes were wide as he looked at you. 

“I can take you home if you want,” he offered.

You were so damn tired. This might go down as the longest night of your entire life. You weren't sure you had it in you to have some long conversation with Eddie. You also knew he wasn’t wrong. You did your best to still keep him at arm’s length whenever you could because as much as you liked him, you couldn’t stop that little fear that he was going to decide you weren't good enough one day. Maybe you owed it to him. 

“It’s fine,” you sighed. “I’ll go with Eddie.” Eddie’s face lit up. “But I’m telling you, I am exhausted and my eye hurts and I don’t have the energy to fight it out. Can we please just go back to your place and sleep and talk in the morning?”

“Whatever you want,” he said with a smile, walking over to you. His hand grabbed your hips, pulling you against him. “Can I at least hold you?”

You rolled your eyes, secretly pleased but not wanting to show it. 

“You’re hopeless,” you muttered softly, shaking your head.

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The next morning, you and Eddie sat in his backyard with cups of coffee. He had stuck to his word. When they got to his place, he had gotten you some ice for your eye. You had helped him clean up a cut over his eyebrow and one above his lip. Then you had gone to bed, him holding you close, and you had slept like a damn baby wrapped in his arms. 

Now, you sat in two lawn chairs, you in a pair of his sweats and a Radiohead tee that he had let you borrow, him in his boxers and a Metallica tee. He looked so goddamn adorable when he woke up, his hair all over the place, his eyes heavy with sleep still. He had a bruise on his cheek and his lip was slightly puffy, but it didn’t detract from how gorgeous he was. You had quite a shiner this morning, which he had apologized for over and over, but you weren't even certain who had hit you. Nobody had meant to. 

“So, you want to tell me about him?” he asked, leaning forward in his chair, cupping his mug in his hands. 

No, you really didn’t. You didn’t want to relive it at all, let alone share it with him. You had been an idiot, and you didn’t want Eddie to know how you had allowed Sebastian to make a fool out of you. But you knew you owed him an explanation after last night.

“He was my boyfriend,” you shrugged. “We dated for about nine months. I thought he loved me. I was clearly wrong. He cheated on me with some chick. I walked in on them and we broke up.”

“Okay, well that was a very short summary,” Eddie sighed, leaning back. 

“I mean, what do you want me to say?” you asked with a shrug. “He tricked me. I allowed it. I was an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Eddie stated. “Look, we’ve all trusted the wrong people. It’s easy to do when you’re in love with somebody. We get blinded by our feelings for them and we miss all of the signs that something’s not right. We assume the best about them when they don’t deserve it. That doesn’t make you an idiot. Shit, that just makes you human, princess.”

“I guess,” you muttered, hugging your knees into your chest, your chin resting on top. “I was so in love with him. I mean, I thought he was it for me. I pictured our future together. He was my everything, and then I walked in and he was pile driving some redhead on the bed he and I shared. He told me he loved me and he only wanted a relationship with me but that he needed variety when it came to sex. He wanted me to understand that. He might sleep around but he would always come home to me.”

“Well, that’s bullshit,” Eddie grumbled. “What the hell kind of relationship is that?”

“That’s what I thought. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk around, knowing he could be screwing any random girl at any time. Maybe I’m a prude or something, I don’t know, but I don’t want to share my guy with others.”

“You’re not a prude. When two people truly love each other, that should be enough.”

“Maybe, I don’t know,” you sighed.

“Do…do you still love him?” Eddie asked, his voice hesitant, possibly even a little nervous.

“I did for a long time,” you softly mumbled. “I was a mess for weeks after I found him with that girl. If it weren’t for Jen, I probably would have lost my job. She kicked me in the ass and refused to let me wallow for too long. John was amazing. I hadn’t shown up to work for a week, but he knew what had happened. I came in and he never said a word about it, just let me continue with my shift.”

You took a sip of coffee, allowing the warmth to seep into you, calming your nerves. You didn’t like talking about this with him. Being this open felt dangerous. It felt like walking into shark infested waters just hoping they wouldn’t notice you had an openly bleeding wound. 

“I did love him, but I don’t anymore,” you finally told him. “It took a long time to move on, but when I saw him last night, all I felt was disgust.”

Eddie looked pleased but like he was trying to hide it. He reached his hand out, taking yours and guided you over to his lap. You sat down and he wound his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder. 

“Good,” he whispered, “because there appeared to be some confusion last night that I really think we should clear up. So, I thought maybe I should officially ask so we both know where we stand. I don’t want to see other people, and I am hoping you don’t either. So, will you be my girlfriend?”

You laughed, “I know what I said last night but that sounds like such a silly question at our age.”

“Maybe it is, but will you?” he asked, those beautiful doe eyes gazing up into yours.

“Yeah,” you smiled, kissing him. “I think I can do that.”

“Excellent,” he grinned, his lips finding yours again. 

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15 Questions

A friendly (maybe paranoid, maybe just old person) reminder from your Pal: don't give away answers to security questions in one handy location on the internet :)

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope! I like it that way, and genuinely like my name

2. When was the last time you cried? A couple nights ago. I'm not usually a crier but I've cried more in the last two months than I have in two years tbh.

3. Do you have kids? I do

4. What sports do you play/ have you played? Extremely not athletic. I danced from toddlerhood - college (more than casually but never competitively) and miss it dearly

5. Do you use sarcasm? Way more than I should

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? How they talk to other people.

7. What's your eye colour? I say brown but actually hazel.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I don't *need* movies to happy ending - I love a good tragedy and to fight back the tears - but that's definitely my pick of the two. I *cannot* do scary movies. One day I might be able to talk myself into watching Dr. Sleep (pretty much proving I would in fact watch anything for Ewan)

9. Any talents? I put the pro in procrastinate, baby.

10. Where were you born? New England region (United States)

11. What are your hobbies? Fic reading and writing (minimal as of late 😞). Cross stitch. I've been trying to teach myself how to draw and play guitar. I enjoy painting but have no skill. At one time I was into crochet. I just really like creating.

12. Do you have any pets? 🐶

13. How tall are you? 5 ft 7 but I slouch a whole inch down. Not good man.

14. Favourite subject in school? psychology

15. Dream job? Fun fact: In 5th grade I listed my dream job as writing Star Wars novels. I guess I've sort of kind of made it there with fics. I really *really* wish I could write for a career.

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Good Enough (9-1-1) Part Eight

Imagine: Imagine leaving LA after feeling like an outsider in your relationship with Bobby and Athena as they seem to pull away and distance themselves from you. Only to find that it is almost impossible to actually walk away.

Warnings: Angst with happy ending, AU, Bisexual Athena, BDSM

Pairings: Bobby Nash x Reader x Athena Grant

Word count: 2,192 words

Universe: 9-1-1

Reader gender: Female

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He had not expected this. It was one of the few options that he had never fully considered. It had always been a possibility, but Bobby hated to think of you, curled up in the sterile white sheets of a hospital bed. Injured and alone, such a horrible fate that he’d never wished upon anyone, let alone someone to truly care about. He was grateful for the shot in the dark that had been Michael’s message.

The man would never truly know the depths of his gratitude for such a slight gesture of kindness when he reached out. This had been the ray of hope that he had desperately held out for even if it wasn’t directly from her. It was a start, with a destination on the edge of the horizon with a logical end in sight. 

There was just one problem that stood in his way: an unmovable object. He was still ten hours away from the end of his shift. His feet were glued to the spot, as if he had been shackled down, chaining him to the firehouse. He had a duty to perform, one that he could not escape from. This would not override that sacred vow that he had made all those years ago back in Minnesota and then again when he had taken charge of the 118.

His personal desire to rush to her side would feel like a dereliction of duty, putting his own wants and needs above the proud men and women that served alongside him. Simply put, Bobby had to push down his personal feelings. However, there was one thing that he could do in a moment such as this. Pass on that information to another to continue on in his place, do what he could not, no matter how much he wished that he could. To take you into his arms, hold you close, and never let you go.

As he typed out the message, the image formed in his mind. It would be something to hold on to, to make it through the day. For now, that would be enough until he could make his way to the hospital and to her. Maybe it was time to have that conversation, the one that he had been avoiding. Maybe it was time to step out of the shadows and stand proudly in the light flanked by his two lady loves. 

No more clandestine meetings or whispered words in dark corners. An end to playing pretend and hiding what he truly felt. Bobby desired nothing more than to shout it from the rooftops. Like he had almost done under the influence in the days prior. The realisation of those heart-breaking revelations and stolen moments was almost too much to bear. For the carpet had been pulled out from under his feet with your disappearance. Bobby knew that all he could do now was look ahead to the future. One that he could see as clear as day and standing there smiling back at him was Athena with her fingers interlocked with his own. However, to his right stood another with fingers interweaved with his left hand. 

May, Harry, and Michael joined them, beaming brighter than he had ever seen before. His family, his home. This shift would be agonisingly slow, time to inch ahead, minute by minute as he waited out the clock. “I’m coming,” He whispered, urging himself onwards. He just needed to wait it out, but he would get there. He most certainly would.

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Fear chilled her blood and ice filled her to the brim as she made her way through the corridor. Its sterile, white-washed walls were not a comfort. Far from it, it was a harsh reminder of what she had almost lost not long ago. Athena hated hospitals on a profoundly personal level. Yet, on a more professional basis, the cop in her was awed by the sheer number of daily miracles within these hallowed halls.

Hospitals were as much a beginning as they were an end. Life started and concluded each second of each day. How close she had come to losing May, her darling daughter, within one, but that had been her darkest days. This would be far from a repeat of this fact she was crystal clear on. Bobby’s text had been straight to the point, but a wealth of information lay within its many paragraphs. He steadily relayed all that he had gleaned from her ex-husband. There was no underlying disdain or frustration at the mere fact that he had chosen to reach out to her new beau. 

To be brutally honest, she could easily see the reasoning behind such a choice. That man knew her inside and out. It was rational and coolly logical to place on such shoulders as Bobby. She would have done the same if she had been in Michael’s shoes, standing on the outside, looking inwards. Not quite seeing what lay just out of sight, but not blind enough to ignore a few more obvious signs. Instead, a warmth blossomed, and a love that never died resurfaced. This was just another occasion when Athena was reminded of how happy she was to have had those years together, how wonderful her life had been and still been with Michael. He was no longer walking by her side in the same role.

No longer the husband, but still very much her best friend and companion in the trying time that more than likely lay ahead. He was there when she needed someone. He’d always be in her life; she was impossibly sure of this. Those restless nights had cooled long ago, but the affection and love had simply changed and grown over the years for the better. She could finally see that now, as clear as day.

Michael’s messages twinned with the information she had gained from her colleague, revealing another piece of the story. The thread was twisting with every step she took, entangling her up in the web with her lover firmly perched in the middle like a spider patiently awaiting its unsuspecting prey. The only difference between the cop and the fly was a semblance of what lay ahead. She might not yet hold the true extent of the reasoning behind what had led her, but she had the drive to uncover the whole truth and nothing but the truth from the horse’s mouth.  

Each step felt heavier than the one that came before, unlike Bobby, who felt as if he was sinking to the bottom of the ocean, dragged down by the guilt of the many what if’s, unanswered questions clouding his mind as he carried on through with the duties of the day? Athena was determined, placing aside those feelings for now for a quieter moment at the end of the day. When she could simply scream into the void, releasing all those pent-up emotions, all that hurt clawing away as it tried to find a way out.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- “This was never how I wanted things to go,” you muttered softly to yourself as you limped into the sparsely occupied waiting room of the discharge lounge. This was where you got off, as your unforeseen stay in the hospital had come to its inevitable conclusion. 

Yet as the chill of loneliness and sting of reality crept in. You had to live with your choices. You had hand selected this fork in the road. No matter how much it cut, you had done this and there was no coming back from that.

It was time to re-emerge and find your place in the world, where within society you belonged, as LA was no longer home. In your mind, you had nothing left here. This had been a delayed takeoff. This was your second attempt, but underneath the cool level of confidence that you had in your decision, niggled a small sliver of hesitation. Could you go back and hash out the issue? Fix what they had broken in the relationship. Each one of them was equally responsible for their part in the throuple’s downfall.

You shook your head, pushing the notion away. There was no way around the crack that had been forming at the very heart of the foundations. You just need to keep the thought of what was over the horizon in the very forefront of your mind. Focus on what lay ahead, not on what you were leaving behind. No matter how much it broke your heart to do so but this would be better for things yet to come. Or at the least, that’s what you continued to repeat like a mantra until it stuck.

You clung tirelessly to those words as you ease yourself into one of the most uncomfortable plastic seats ever conceived. For until the taxi that the hospital had organised arrived to cart you off the nearest train station, you would remain in this area of the hospital. With a big blue boot on your left foot supporting the healing appendage, and a few scraps and bruises littered across your flesh that were barely visible. Your mind continues to recycle the same doubt filled thoughts, but you need to focus on what came next. 

On finding a new job, a new apartment all whilst crashing on your older brother’s sofa. It was a temporary fix and a new start. He hadn’t expected such a call, but would never turn you away. The two of you hadn’t been as close as you once had been. Time and distance brought a silence and awkwardness as you grew apart. A few heated disagreements had deepened the chasm. However, when push came to shove, the two of you had been drawn back together. Blood was thicker than water and you loved your brother. The past remained firmly behind you, in the rearview mirror. 

You had already alerted him through the daily update, letting him know that you were being discharged ahead of schedule. You were starting on your journey out to him and would keep him posted as you inched closer.

The sound of the doors on the other side of the room sliding open caught your attention. Lifting your head and turning in the direction of the sound. Not sure what you would find, another patient arriving or a staff member being called away. Your eyes widened, shocked at the sight standing in the doorway. Athena Grant in all her glory. The eye of the storm was passing as the chaos of hundred mile winds returned. You would need to batten down the hatches and prepare for what lay ahead. A fight of a lifetime, one that you had done everything to avoid.

You tried to make out the expression displayed on her face, but you found it next to impossible. Athena had one hell of a poker face. This worried you, as the next few minutes could go in any direction. 

At the mere sight of her, shame washed over you as you never considered this outcome. Athena had led the charge, searching hell and highwater to locate you. Never daring to think that she wasn’t ready to let you go. If she was here, then Bobby would be that far behind.

As you anxiously played with the hem of your shirt, you waited for her to make the first move. Trying to calm your already frayed nerves, but that seemed impossible now. For there was no way out, no alternative option to escape your choice head on. As you held your head high, square your shoulders and readied yourself for the emotional, driven verbal assault that would undoubtedly follow. 

No amount of apologies could plaster this gaping wound that you had inflicted with poorly thought through choices.You hadn’t considered the fallout that would follow in the hours, days, or weeks after fleeing the very state that had your home. This had been lingering on the horizon, awaiting this moment, and now it had come barrelling at high speed, laser fixed upon the target stuck to your back. It had been inching closer, bringing you and Athena back together.

Thoughts of Bobby re-emerged. Was he on duty? He had to be. It would explain why he wasn’t standing shoulder to shoulder with the cop as a united front. How long would it be before he entered the picture? For if she knew of your location, then surely he did too. 

As sand trickled through in the hourglass, it wouldn’t be long now. Time had turned against you. This was the beginning of the end and you were far from ready, but that no longer mattered. You had to face the consequences of your impulsive actions. There was no way out, no way back. They needed answers, and you held them under lock and key. It was time to give them up.

It was the least you could do, all things considered. It was time to release your hold upon their collective hearts and allow them to move on with their lives without you in it. Regardless of the anger and frustration aimed squarely in your direction, you would soldier on through.

#polyamorous #polyamory #bobby x athena #bobby nash #bobby #bobby nash x reader #athena x bobby #athena x reader #bobby and athena #athena #911 imagine #9 1 1 #911 x reader #good enough #reader insert #reader fanfiction #athena grant imagine #athena grant nash #poly relationship #pure angst #poly x reader #poly angst #calm before the storm

[little-tyrant-gortash]

Oathbreaker

Pairing: fem!Tav x Enver Gortash, fem!Tav/Astarion

Tags: Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Manipulative Relationship, Paladin Tav (Baldur's Gate), Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Drunk Sex, Unrequited Love, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Scars, Blood and Injury, Injury, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Torture, Psychological Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture

Word count: 2,107

Ao3 here.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 9.

Chapter 10.

Chapter 11.

Chapter 12.

Chapter 13.

Chapter 14.

Chapter 15.

Chapter 16.

Chapter 17.

Chapter 18.

Chapter 19.

Chapter 20.

Chapter 21.

Chapter 22.

Chapter 23.

Chapter 24.

Chapter 25.

Chapter 26. ⬇

Chapter 27.

Chapter 26: All Of It

"Tav."

"Mm?"

Gortash had been staring at the wall but didn't see it at all. He had been stroking her head while she cried, but it didn't take her too long to calm down. Now, she just rested in his arms, not moving an inch.

If she thought she'd smite him five minutes earlier, she realised that she wouldn't be able to do it. Especially not if his arms were still this comfortable.

"I want to be a better man for you."

It felt like a hand gripped her throat to choke her. She wished he'd never said this. She couldn't know if it was just yet another way to manipulate her to do someone else's bidding; it had been complicated with Astarion, yes, but it was so much worse with Gortash.

"I don't want you to change because of me", she murmured in his chest.

"But I want to."

Tears flooded her eyes. Again. Whenever she thought she had no more tears, she always found out that she was wrong.

"Are you saying this because you think I want to hear this?"

"No. I say it because I mean it."

"Does that mean that you're thinking about leaving Bane?"

Gortash felt conflicted. Actually conflicted. Doubt, even if fleeting, crossed his mind. How to word it so she would understand…?

"I can't do that."

His whispered words told her so much more than anything else. Can't. He was unable to. Tav recalled what she'd picked up about Bane, which wasn't much. God of Tyranny and Darkness, all things she didn't particularly like. She'd seen what Shar had done to Shadowheart, who, in their early relationship, told her that many people feared the dark but Sharrans embraced it in it's glory. Tav preferred sunlight. Especially after she saw what Shar had done to Shadowheart when she turned away from her.

Why turn to darkness when in light, things were so much more beautiful? Maybe she'd need to go back to Sorcerous Sundries to learn more about his god. To know why he 'can't' leave him.

"And how are you planning to be a better man if you're still a tyrant?"

Her question was almost rhetorical, he knew. But, he tried to answer it.

"I may make harsh decisions. But with you on my side, you could… ease them."

Tav pulled away a little, looking up at him with a frown.

"You'd actually allow me to have a say in anything in the city?"

"You'll be my Archduchess", he pointed it out, "of course you'll have a say in everything."

His Archduchess. Tav felt the anger rise again. Her expression changed, and at first, he couldn't understand why. She pulled away, and he let her. She sat up, her stomach rumbling quietly.

"If I remember correctly, I gave the ring back to you."

Gortash sat up as well with a small smile. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the ring.

"Fortunately, I have it with me."

She stared at him for a long time, trying to decide whether she should smack him off the bed or not.

"I said that whatever we had was over. That I'll never forgive you."

"I urge you to reconsider that, because, you see, you've stopped that plot, and not only that, you've made me realise that I do want Baldur's Gate to be safer for children."

Tav narrowed her eyes at him.

"What the hells are you talking about?" She hissed angrily, like a cat that was ready to strike at any moment. "You want to make me believe that the sad story of my shit childhood inspired you?"

"Not just yours", Enver tilted his head slightly. "Mine, too."

Her brows twitched, and Gortash realised she had absolutely no idea about where did he really come from. That was surprising; hadn't she met any of those who thought that he should've stayed underground with the mob? That he had no rights to claim the power he seized?

"I've established a shelter for the refugees at Rivington", he added, lowering the ring in his lap to play with it. He hadn't had his golden rings on, just the gauntlet with the Netherstone in it, and of course, the pieces of gold that covered all of his arms. "You were right, you know. They could stay there until we reach the next step of our plan."

"And you think this is supposed to make me dance back to you?!"

Tav didn't look any less angry. Gortash said nothing, just thought a clear, confident 'yes'. But then, he had to realise that this would be just a little bit harder than he thought. He sighed and moved backwards, off the bed to kneel beside it. He put the ring on the spot where he sat a moment ago, then folded his arms and rested them on the edge of the bed. Tav's anger dissolved a little; especially when she saw that he could conjure the most innocent looking puppy eyes.

I really must smite this man.

"How can I prove it to you that I'd do anything for you to forgive me?"

Interesting.If she could ask for anything in the world from the city's most powerful man, what would it be? Currently, all she had on her mind was food. She couldn't think straight when she was so hungry, and especially, when she remembered of the delicious meal he'd prepared for her in the middle of the night…

No, she should establish hard limits for their shared plan. She didn't particularly like that he wished to tadpole literally everyone to control them better, but at the same time, the more people she met, the less she cared about what happened to other adults. Children, though, were different for her. They were simply off limits.

"Never hurt the kids." She decided quietly. "Don't kidnap them, don't hurt them. Treat them right, make them feel safe and taken care of. And not just you, but the countless True Souls out there, too."

"Alright", Enver murmured quietly, reaching out to touch her knee, to stroke it with his thumb. "I can do that."

"Swear to me that you'll protect them."

"I swear."

Her lips trembled when she realised that he'd never looked more honest and serious. Little did she know that he wasn't just promising to protect those children he could care less about, but he also had their own child in mind. He'd build his empire for his own blood in a way that it'd be the safest place for them.

As he watched her reach out for the ring with a sigh, slipping it back on her left middle finger, he could feel it again. That stirring. That bittersweet tightness in his chest. He never liked to feel this, because it could be weaponized against him, but at the same time, it was all he lived for lately. Her affection. Her attention. Her presence. Her.

"Tav", he murmured again, indecisively.

"Yes?"

She reached down to gently run her fingers in his hair. He closed his eyes, enjoying it for a moment, before he sighed and glanced up at her again.

"I lov-"

"No", she abruptly cut him off, removing her hand from his hair with a pained expression. "No, don't say that."

"Why not?" Gortash furrowed his brows, then climbed back up on the bed to wrap his arms around her.

"Those "three little words" are "everyone's favourite"", Tav whispered, her tone sad, "but I don't like them."

"May I know why?"

She melted against him, and he finally felt like he was whole again. She rested her head where his heart was, listening to the beat that seemed a bit too fast.

"Astarion purposefully used them to get what he wanted from me", she admitted softly. "I don't believe it when I hear it since then. I don't want to hear it. I always think it's a lie."

Gortash could add one more thing to the list he hated Astarion for. Then, he smiled as he kissed the top of her head.

"Well, then… I hate you way less than the rest of the world."

He could feel her giggle in his arms, and it made him smile, too.

"I hate you way less, too", she murmured, snuggling closer to him.

As the room got darker around them, he gently maneuvered with her to lie down on the bed and cover her with the blanket. They didn't talk anymore, just rested comfortably for a while… until she suddenly pulled away from him.

"What's wrong?"

He sat up just when she did, but he suspected it as soon as she rushed across the room, right to the open bathroom. By the time he stopped behind her, she was already trying to get rid of the rest of the small amount of food that remained in her stomach. Enver shifted behind her, helping with her hair.

"Uhh, no", she groaned and tried to wave him away, "don't… look…"

"It's fine", he replied quietly, "I've seen worse, you know."

Imagining the 'worse' he might've seen made her gag again.

"You don't- have to…" She pushed his hand away, and he let her. Tav leaned over the basin now, using some water from it to refresh herself. "It's a persistant illness, it seems. I'll have to visit a healer…"

"It's not an illness", Gortash murmured.

She reached for a towel with a shaking hand and dried her wet face.

"You have absolutely no idea what you're talking about", she groaned. "I've had this for days by now, I can't keep anything down."

"Tav", Gortash sighed. "Think."

"How can you even tell me such a thing? Tav, think. That's the worst someone can say when the other is down with an upset tummy. Do you have any idea how bad it is to feel this sick??"

Gortash said nothing at first, just smiled. Another symptom he could tick off the list. Sudden, drastic mood swings. How could she be so blind to the obvious? She should've known. Unless her symptoms were very different that one time when she conceived…

"Tav-"

"Stop Taving me! Spit it out! Why can't you ever just say what's on your mind?! Why must I drag everything out of everyon-"

"Darling", Gortash took her hands in his with a small smile. His thumbs rubbed her palms, as he attempted to calm her down. "We've been together, almost every day, for almost three months."

"And?! Why is that so important right now?!"

"Because you said your cycles returned to normal after that incident", he gently pointed it out, "but you haven't had a period since you were with me for the first time."

Tav stared at him in the dim light, shocked. For a minute, she couldn't even say anything. That couldn't possibly be. Before Gortash and before Astarion, she'd spent time with others – sure, not just men –, but she was never blessed with a child. It remained an impossible, unreachable dream that never would come true. This was one of the main reasons she parted ways with the gods in general. They refused to help her in every regard. If the fact that she'd been abandoned as a baby and her horrible childhood weren't bad enough, she'd never be able to experience what was it like to be a mother. To prove that she'd be better than her own parents.

But now that Gortash pointed it out… how couldn't she notice? Was she that head over heels for him that it didn't even occur to her? The room started to spin. Enver kept rubbing her palms when he saw she paled further.

Dread. She was filled with utter dread. He was right. It seemed that perhaps the gods were waiting for the right moment to bless her. And it was his. She carried the child of the Chosen of Bane under her heart. Her hands trembled in his hands. What if he didn't want it? What if-

"Everything will be alright, I promise", he reassured her, "I'll personally make sure that everything will be alright, Tav."

"You- you want it?" She barely could say the words out loud, her heart felt like it was beating outside of her body.

"Of course I want it", he sounded so gentle as he reassured her, "why wouldn't I?"

"I don't- I don't know", tears flooded her eyes, and he cupped her face in his warm hands.

"Tav, with you, I want everything." He kissed her forehead. "The good, the bad, the unexpected, all of it." He lowered his head, so their foreheads touched. "All of it."

#Oathbreaker #little tyrant [enver gortash] #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg 3 #enver gortash #archduke enver gortash #lord enver gortash #fanfic #Oathbreaker fanfic

[avrablake]

15 Questions Tag: Thea

Thanks for the tag @thetruearchmagos

Can you believe I've never done this one for Thea? Oops. If you're interested in the other characters I've done this for you can find them here.

I'll leave an open tag for this and also tag @withlovelunette @odysseywritings @reneesbooks

No pressure, of course. You can answer for yourself or one of your characters.

-

This is set around the beginning of Beyond the Darkness. Let's just pretend she would talk to anyone and answer questions about herself. Or maybe we can pretend Lucan is asking her these questions for some reason.

-

1. Are you named after anyone?

I think our mom got our names from stories she liked.

2. When was the last time you cried?

*she blushes and hunches her shoulders slightly before giving an embarrassed little laugh*

I cry pretty easily actually, even when I don't want to. I was feeling frustrated yesterday and that always makes me tear up.

3. Do you have kids?

No! I've never really been in a relationship. I think I would like to have kids someday. I think I would enjoy it. I don't know. My mom was a really great mom, but I'm worried I won't be. And I wouldn't want to get sick like she did. I doubt I'll ever have the chance anyway.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Maybe more than I should. I don't think I use it that often though.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Um, I guess I'm usually more worried about what people notice about me. Do I stand out too much? Do they recognize me? I guess that would be the first thing I notice. If they notice me or if they seem like someone I should avoid.

6. What’s your eye color?

I guess it's obvious that they are brown, but maybe people don't always notice that they are kind of amber colored. In the right light you can sometimes see little bits of green.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I don't like scary movies at all.

8. Any special talents?

I think I'm a pretty good cook! My dad taught me. He's a really good cook.

I'm a manipulator, so I can use my abilities to move things without touching them, though it's easier if I can touch them first. That's not really that special but my mom taught me a trick most people can't do. Things that are really small or lightweight are hard to control, but my mom figured out that you don't have to control them, you can sort of push them back and forth and balance them in the air.

I don't know anyone else who can do it.

9. Where were you born?

My family is from Karmin, a small town near Cross Pointe. I was born there.

10. What are your hobbies?

Hobbies aren't really something I think about these days. I like cooking though.

11. Have you any pets?

No. I like animals but with my mom being sick, it would have been hard to have a pet to take care of. And now, our life isn't really stable enough for one.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I've never really been into sports. I get tired to easily.

13. How tall are you?

5 feet 3 inches

14. Favorite subject in school?

I liked Literature classes. I guess I love stories just like my mom.

15. Dream job?

I wish I could work at the inn with my dad, helping him cook. That was always his dream, that our family could run the inn together. I think it would be nice.

#tag game #15 questions #thea

[kariachi]

Okay, a fakemon for the day! Finally made the base idea work for me! Notes are under the read more.

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Deligasen

The Farm Dragon Pokemon

Normal/Dragon type

Single stage

A bipedal pokemon capable of dropping onto all fours when needed with a highly horizontal posture, possesses a pudgy body and long, thick tail, hind limbs have three, thick-clawed toes while shorter forelimbs have four-fingered 'hands', head is flat and wide with a beak and large round eyes, two rows of four long, meaty caruncles grow along each side of the tail, main body is light blue with dark purple spotting, the top of the head, down the spine, and across the tops of the caruncles are spattered in white as are the hands and feet, beaktip and tailtip are dark purple and eyes are orange

Ability- Regenerator/Run Away

BST- 409 (HP- 77; Atk- 63; Def- 71; SpAtk- 62; SpDef- 74; Spd- 62)

"Over the course of the summer Deligasen grow meaty caruncles along their tails, which can be easily shed to distract predators or feed young. Its offspring climb trees for safety." "This pokemon has been a beloved companion of humans since ancient times. Deligasen's white patches spread as they age, with many claiming whiter individuals produce tastier caruncles."

~~~

Lizard, or dinosaur, or other such sort've critter? Maybe snail? Pangolin? Develops masses of 'sausages' over the summer that are used to attract mates and make themselves look bigger to predators, plus can be shed to feed offspring and distract predators?

'the young of this pokemon often climb to high places to evade predators'

'delicatessen' 'Stegouros elengassen'

'Deligasen'

'Bout 4 ft at the shoulder, 4 5 ft tail to balance it... I wanna say like 12 caruncles per row per side, each about 3 inches in diameter? So 48 in total, each weighing about 1.5 lbs on average for a total of... 72 lbs per critter per year. Seems like a lot by pokemon standards so maybe cut that in half for just 36 per year per critter... Either way it's not a lot at one time but a lot over time. Especially since this would be real fucking tender and well marbled meat...

Looking at numbers and it looks like even the higher number wouldn't feed a person for a year off one critter, though it comes a lot closer than the lower one. Don't know, kinda depends on what you're looking for, technically the higher should be more accurate but pokemon does weird shit with weights so... You can either almost feed a person for a year off one or would need three to do it.

Unless of course you bumped it up to 2 lbs per caruncle and didn't halve it, then you could feed one person per critter per year with a few pounds left over. Like I said, all depends.

And all this assumes I'm not low rolling my numbers, which I'm annoyingly prone to do when I'm theorizing and such, there could be a few more caruncles... But again, pokemon.

Actually what the fuck am I doing that's way too complex for a pokemon design. It's pokemon we could get like four each row but they'd likely be thicker, which would work better for some of the inspo...

So 4 10-inch by 7-inch by 3-inch caruncles... Then we'd be looking at about 8-9 lbs each, so ~130 lbs of meat per critter, give or take. Well a chunk of take because this isn't accounting for the fact you're likely going to skin this shit but listen that shit is still edible. And it can't be too thick on these things, they have to break away easy and thick skin would make it harder. More likely they have relatively thin skin that would get gelatinous and crispy real nice.

Okay actually bumping up to 5 ft tail because wtf was I thinking the numbers don't work sizewise. These ones probably don't either but they'd work better. So we just add another four caruncles worth to numbers because I want to do other shit tonight, bumping it to ~160, calling it there, one of these could feed a fucker for a year with plenty to spare, get a full team your household'll probably eat good.

#achi's fakedex #i've done it a pokemon you can farm for meat without killing it #'achi that base stat total' deligasen is a lover not a fighter #deligasen is your friend who wants to have picnics and play fetch in the sunshine #pls do not make it fight it will not win passed the like third gym tops without help

[grumpygreenwitch]

Fanfiction 17-18-19

WARNING FOR IMPLIED BODILY HARM. Fortunately, when you're very, very, very old, you tend to have very, very, very old friends, too. About ten chapters to go, so maybe 2-4 weeks.

Buy me a Ko-fi?

1-2-3 + 4-5 + 6-7-8-9-10 + 11-12 + 13-14 + 15-16 + 17-18-19 + 20-21 + 22-23 + 24-25 + 26-27

17

"They're moving him to the Refuge tomorrow," Evie told them all when she came into the meeting room of her Boston offices. "Which tells me he was telling me the truth. They've not been able to get anything useful out of him."

"I don't want to sound the asshole," Gevaun rumbled quietly. "But the sunflower's an angel, he's not even three centuries old. How, in the name of every place under the sun, is he standing up to an archangel rooting through his brain?"

"He's probably not." Jean was coiled in a seat, staring out the window at the snow-clad Boston Common grounds. His jaw was clamped down so tightly the muscles of his jaw made his face look even leaner than it was. "Raphael’s likely pulling it all out of him. And all of it is numbers." He shook his head minutely, flicking his fingers at his own temple. "Angel accountant. A secret language no one else in the world knows."

"They'll fry him for trying to, the rest of them," Gevaun realized.

Jean buried his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Jean."

"Not as sorry as I am," the older vampire said roughly. "I should've known this was what he was doing. I should've seen it. I should've trusted him. I should've -"

"Should've what, gone with him?" Evie cut him off tartly. "To Archangel Tower, crawling with Guild Hunters? So someone could recognize you and collar you?"

"I'm his Second!" Jean sprung to his feet and shouted at her. Evie and Gevaun both stared; never once in all the time they'd known the vampire had he been able to so much as look an angel in the eyes for more than a few seconds. But there was no fear to Jean at the moment, only rage. "I'm his safety. I'm his shield. I don't care what it cost me, I should be there with him."

"See, this is why he locked you up."

"Aside from the obvious issue, Jean, they would've just used you against him," Gevaun pointed out.

"He can't stay there. He can't - They can't take him to the Refuge. I won't let them. If they hurt him, I hurt them."

"One, don't go feral on me, "Evie said calmly. "Two, actually, we want him taken to the Refuge." When the vampires stared at her in disbelief, she went on impatiently. "There are no Hunters in the Refuge! There are no humans! No one to ID Jean! Do you think Kliman hasn't been thinking about how to fix this already?! How can you both be this dense, you're supposed to be good at your jobs!"

"Can Kliman get him out?"

"Not alone. You're both going to the Refuge."

"When?" Jean was already out of his seat.

Evie offered him a thin smile. "Now."

18

Alyss woke up and immediately curled up into a ball under his wings. Every inch of him hurt and the roar of the nearby engines wasn't helping. It throbbed in the tattered marrow of his bones, it pounded through the shattered remains of his skull, it left his heart dancing erratically, each piece to its own tempo. He felt as if he might be sick but there was nothing in his stomach to bring up.

He was in one piece, for the most part, though it didn't feel like it. There had been nothing kind about his interrogation at Archangel Tower. It didn't surprise him, really; he was technically guilty of the second most heinous of crimes within angelic society. He'd expected to be treated as a criminal. He'd expected to be killed out of hand once Raphael had what he wanted. He'd never, in his wildest dreams, expected to be right.

But he had been right. The pipeline did not exist in his mind as locations and names; it was numbers. Expenses against inflow, laundering processes, spikes of statistical activity. Mileage measured not by the mile, but by the cost of fuel. Safehouses tallied not by their location, but by the sum total of the bills when it came to their upkeep. Supporters kept not by name but by donations, taxes, net sums, expected interests. He'd surrendered everything, he'd been a wisp of breath before the storm that was the Archangel. Alyss doubted Raphael had even noticed the meager fight the young angel had put up.

But the Archangel understood nothing of what he'd gained from Alyss. And that understanding, he couldn't force from the angel's mind. It was instinctual, a thing as true to Alyss as his breathing or the beating of his heart. He'd always known numbers; it was human languages he'd had to learn.

"Here," a man's voice said. Alyss peeked through the ruin of one wing, and saw a gloved hand holding a bottle of water to him.

"I don't think it'll stay down," he admitted in a hoarse little groan. "But thank you."

The man walked away and Alyss stared after him. He'd never been on a plane, there had never been a reason for him to fly under anything but his own power. But his parents were technically under the oversight of Archangel Michaela. And apparently when Raphael had contacted them with news of his treachery, their immediate reaction had been to call the steward for Michaela's lands.

Aegaeon was an Ancient, his idea of judgment and justice very different from that of the Archangel who was holding Alyss. The young accountant was entirely unaware that Raphael had flatly refused to execute him; further, he’d refused to give Aegaeon access to Alyss, calling his motives suspect – a very reasonable accusation but one that had further inflamed the Ancient’s temper. Aegaeon had demanded access by proxy; Raphael, for the sake of diplomacy, had agreed. By the time someone had realized the vampire had been sent to savage Alyss’ wings so he couldn’t escape, the damage had been done. It had been another good reason to move the young angel to the Refuge, under the watch of someone less entangled than the two Archangels.

The man returned, combat boots coming into Alyss' line of sight a moment before he crouched down. He was an older man, powerfully built, some salt in the close-cropped pepper of his hair. He had a square face and seemed to find nothing particularly enthusing about the world around him. He wore urban fatigues and was one of a dozen men and woman settled at regular intervals around the angel. Not a vampire; there were no vampires on the massive cargo plane. Raphael would not risk potential sympathizers helping Alyss escape.

Which meant, the young angel knew, that there were sympathizers. That others knew the system was broken, and since no one who could was stepping up to fix it, Alyss had. And so they'd come to this impasse. It was a small relief, to know the pipeline would survive, that others would pick up the fight. It was terrifying to think that it would do so without him. And it was heartbreaking to know that, where he was going, he was alone.

"Not gonna die on us, are you?" the man asked.

"Oh, is that an option? I didn't realize," Alyss replied wearily.

The man chuckled a bit. "You've got heart to spare, angel, I'll give you that."

"No, no. I'm a coward. Very much not a fighter, me. If I were I wouldn't be here."

"If you were you'd still be here," the man clarified ruthlessly, but without malice. "Just in more pieces."

Alyss couldn't deny that. "Is it very long to the Refuge?" he asked. "No offense, I'm sure your plane is very nice but it's rattling my bones right out of me."

"You don't run out of manners, do you." The man shifted a little. "A few hours still." When his prisoner moaned, he couldn't help a little grin. "Want that water?"

"Do you have a blanket?"

One brow went up. "You're cold? I thought angels didn't get cold."

"Someone neglected to pass that memo along," Alyss said tiredly. "But I think I'll take the water, thank you."

After that, under a plain and scratchy blanket, he dozed, exhaustion making up for comfort. He snapped awake a few times, when the ragged places where the vampire's knife had gone right into the meat of the wing smacked into the plane's structure, but otherwise Alyss slept, his nightmares full of words he didn't want to hear and couldn't escape.

Do you trust me?

I thought I could!

The landing roused him to a panic, and his heart was still beating a harried march when he was escorted out of the plane. There were people waiting for him on the ground, none of whom he recognized. An angel, red-winged and dark-eyed, gasped when he saw Alyss. "What did you do to his wings?!"

"Us, nothing. This was done on orders of Archangel Aegaeon back in New York. He sent one of his own people to do it, too. Forbade any sort of medical attention to be tendered." The man who'd offered water, a blanket and a bit of kind conversation, offered the angel the transfer documentation. "Take it up with him, god knows I want to."

The angel yanked away the paperwork, scowling. Alyss was taken, on winding and well-hidden paths, back to the only place that had even come close to being a home, though it had never fully felt like one. No place ever had, not until Maine. Not until the lodge.

No place anymore.

He walked until he nearly fell, light-headed with pain and exhaustion. Someone caught him and he mumbled an apology. He was carried to a spare, empty room, and he frowned at the open balcony of it, trying to figure out why his mind balked at it. It took his weary, aching brain a long time to figure out why: the view was completely unfamiliar. "This isn't Michaela's ward."

"No," the red-winged angel replied, his expression guarded. "It's Elijah’s."

Alyss couldn't even begin to figure that answer out, and he shook his head against the tide of questions. He regretted the gesture immediately. "May I have water, please?" He gripped his temples, trying to convince the pain to go away. "To wash up."

The red-winged angel hesitated visibly. On the one hand Aegaeon's dictum left no room for doubt: he'd commanded no succor of any kind be offered to the traitor. On the other hand the young angel looked like someone had gone at him with a hacksaw. It hurt Mateo to even look at him. Add to that the fact that no one was entirely clear on who the young angel looked to. Yes, his parents in theory dwelt with and answered to the Archangel of Central Europe, but neither they nor Alyss had ever sworn such a vow regarding the young angel’s service. And with Michaela in anshara still, Aegaeon was enforcing his will based on rights-by-proxy that were in and of themselves coasting on parentage, not actual fealty. On the other hand Alyss' crimes, if they could be proved, had mostly happened within Raphael's territory. The Archangel of North America had already contested before the Council Aegaeon's right to summarily pass judgment on Alyss. The ensuing squabble was another reason neither of them was holding onto Alyss. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you," Alyss said. There was a shelf, wooden and bare, affixed to the wall on one side of the room. Otherwise there was nothing. It had been darkened and polished by age and use, and Alyss laid down on it and slept. There seemed to be little else he could do, and in the dreamless darkness Jean's accusing words and the doubt in his green gaze couldn't chase after the angel and break his heart a little more.

He woke up to very quiet, gentle whispers. He turned on the shelf, banged one of his battered wings on it, and fell right off with a cry of pain.

"Alyss!" It was a familiar voice, that much he knew at the moment, but everything else was a wash of white, ringing noise. Strong arms picked him up, helped him sit on the shelf.

"Sorry, sorry," he muttered inanely. "I must look a fright, I'm sorry."

"What you look like, that's what worries you?"the same familiar voice asked in disbelief, and Alyss finally roused out of pain and shock to recognize it.

He looked up into eyes of of violet and indigo to match the angel's wings. "Kliman!"

"Oh, sweet child." When he clung to her, the old angel wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, rocking him lightly as he wept like a youngling. "Oh, shh, shh. It's alright. It's alright."

Once the storm of his emotions was spent, Alyss pulled away, rubbing fretfully at his face. "Ah, yes. You put me in a little bit of trouble and I turn into a toddler once again."

"All things considered, I think you're allowed," Kliman told him dryly, taking his hands in both of hers and cradling them close. "You'll be alright, Alyss. I'll make sure of it."

"I forgt you were here in the Refuge," he said tiredly. "And if they start asking questions... Maybe you should leave. Or Sleep. Everything else is safe, it's just me on the line. So that's alright."

"That is absolutely not alright," Kliman told him sharply. "What happened to your wings?"

"Oh, my parents look to Archangel Michaela. And I never took an oath to any Archangel, any Court, so with her gone, um... When Raphael followed up with my parents I guess they called Aegaeon. He decided if I couldn't be killed out of hand I was a flight risk. How did you even know I was here? How did you find me?"

"Alyss, everyone knows you're here. I don't know who leaked the story out but you've torn us in two. I never would have thought so many angels would be on our side; I always thought I was a rarity, as were you. As for how I got to you," she glanced to the other angel in the room. "I asked an old friend for help."

Alyss turned to look at the other angel, and gasped. She'd kept as much distance between herself and them as she could, giving them what little privacy a few steps could afford. But angel or not she was unmistakable, the indigo wings shimmering when she moved, the rich gold of her eyes startling in a face so delicate it seemed spun glass, tinier even than Alyss himself. Sputtering something unintelligible between a greeting and an apology Alyss tried to stand up and bow, simultaneously. Bereft of the counterbalance of his plumage and entirely unable to do so many things at the same time, he nearly went down on his face.

The two angels caught him. "Child, one angel does not bow to another. We hardly even bow to Archangels."

"My lady Hummingbird, if I don't bow to you there's no one to bow to," Alyss stammered.

Sharine offered him a wry little smile. "Do you know me or of me, young one?"

"Doesn't everyone know of you? What are they even teaching children these days?" he protested wanly as they led him back to the bench.

"Ah, I'm sure they're learning all sorts of things and having all sorts of adventures, as one should at that age, but I'm not a creature of the Refuge these days. Now." She sat before him on the shelf, catching his hands in hers. "Kili brought a few things she thought you might need -"

"… Kili?"

"- and she's going to clean your wings."

"But Archangel Aegaeon said -"

"I don't care," Sharine said with rather more energy than Alyss expected of anyone with the Hummingbird's reputation, "what Aegaeon said. He is not your Archangel. She's going to clean your wings, and if he doesn't like it he can bite my whole ass."

From the look Kliman was giving her it was obvious to Alyss this was very un-Hummingbird language, too. Sharine beamed at them both. "I've made new friends since I took charge of Lumia. They're quite delightful. They’re teaching me all sorts of exciting things. In any case. She's going to clean your wings, and to distract you from it you're going to tell me everything."

Alyss looked at Kliman over one shoulder, and the angel nodded at him. Alyss turned to face the Hummingbird and drew in a deep breath. "I never meant to be anyone important," he began.

19

Alyss would have been mortified to know that some very important people were discussing him and his work that day and night. A little pleased, perhaps, to know that a few of them agreed with him. But mostly mortified.

Raphael's compound was still reeling from the shouting match between him and his Consort, even though it had happened electronically. Titus, who'd been content to remain neutral on the matter, had grown increasingly less so after hearing from the Hummingbird. Aegaeon had made no friends among the Cadre with his outdated beliefs, even less with his behavior, and though no one could fault him for passing judgment, no one approved of the way he’d gone about it. The rest of the Council had not had much interest in the matter until details had begun to surface, questions begging to be answered, facts to be acknowledged. Too many of them were Ancient, yes, but none of them were the sort to hide from the truth. Or to take kindly to others trying to hide that truth from them.

"We've bought a little time," Hannah told Sharine and Kliman when they met in a small den in Elijah's compound, a room appointed for small, cozy meetings and for lingering over a good book next to the vast, sunny windows cut into the stone. "But the Council's very torn. They don't want to hear him out." She spread her hands. "Elijah pointed out that it would be different if they were Archangels of our time. But too many Ancients sit at Council. In their time the cruelty your young man helps the vampires escape would have simply been their lot."

"Caliane has voted to hear him out," Kliman protested.

"Caliane has private reasons for wanting to hear him out. As does, I suspect, Raphael," the Hummingbird told her gently before turning to Hannah. " And Titus tells me Alexander is torn. He was never once for casual cruelty. He never saw a problem with how vampires were handled, but I don't think he realized the sheer scope of the problem. I don't think most of the Ancients do. The world was a much smaller place when they were awake last. He and Zanaya have asked Titus for advice, and I think they will vote to listen."

"If they do, that would be a majority vote. But we won’t know until they do." Kliman rubbed her face angrily, shoving her pale blond hair back. "Well, if you'll excuse me, and against everything we're hoping to achieve here, I'm going to go punch a vampire." When Hannah gasped a little Kliman told her tartly, "Oh, believe me, he earned it." She stalked out of the room.

Sharine gave Hannah a timid, wary look. "Elena?"

"Incredibly angry. She's taking this as a personal offense against her, against the Guild." When the Hummingbird made a tiny, unhappy sound, Hannah sat by her. "This is the crest of her emotions, Sharine. She will move past it. She might not want to, but she will listen to what Alyss has to say. And his story speaks volumes."

"He's just one voice, though." The Hummingbird tapped the tips of her fingers to her chin, looking thoughtful. "Do you think... Could we possibly... How hard would it be to give him allies?"

Hannah's eyes went very wide when she understood. "I think we lose nothing by trying. What did you have in mind?"

Sharine smiled. “I know just the person.”

Kliman, meanwhile, barged into her own quarters within Raphael's ward. She knew she was incredibly lucky that the Archangel was not looking at her too closely; she didn't know if it was kindness or indulgence but she also knew it wasn't going to last. Alyss might not give her away by name, but his association with her was very likely to damn her.

At the moment she wasn't overly concerned with that. She was very, very concerned with the fact that the young angel's heart was broken and bleeding worse than his wings had been. Aegaeon's man had known exactly what he was doing: the damage was not enough to merit amputation and regrowth, but just enough to make recovery painful and long.

She couldn't punch the Archangel.

She could absolutely punch Jean.

Long, angry steps carried her into the inner chamber where her tiny court was waiting for news. Everyone sprang to their feet as soon as she threw the door open, but by then she was already before Jean. Her arm shot out, her fist connected with his jaw and he staggered back, tripped on a knotted rug, and went down.

"You neglected to mention a few things from your last meeting with Alyss," Kliman growled at him.

"Kliman -" Gevaun began.

"Oh, bugger his delicate sensibilities!" she snapped. "No one here could be soft on him even though he deserved it. He bought kindness with each and every one of those scars, I absolutely agree. And none of us could give it to him, none of us were in a place where we could give it to him. And then, when he finally finds someone who can, who does," she whirled around to glare at the fallen vampire, "you can't even be bothered to trust him?!"

Jean's stunned expression went to shame. "I don't have an excuse," he strangled out.

"Find one!" she shouted at him. "Because the idiot down there still loves you! Still trusts you!"

"Oh, god, no." Jean sat up and buried his face in his hands. "No, he can't."

"He does. And he's hurting so bad it makes me wanna wring your neck."

"I just... I heard him say one thing and it all went wrong from there. I've always known he's not a fighter, that I'd be the one to do all the fighting for him. So I thought..." Jean couldn't catch his breath. He didn't even feel the sting of the punch; everything else hurt too bad. Worst of all was the knowledge that he'd failed after all. "The only reason angels leave is when they're running," he managed to say at last.

"I bloody wish he'd run!" Kliman's wings worked restlessly with her anger. "Evie asked him to run! He knew they'd tear the pipeline apart looking for him if he did. He chose to stay, and they might well kill him for it!" Her voice broke. "They might kill him!" Gevaun caught her then, and though she swatted him angrily for the daring, in the end she clung to him. "Gev, they're gonna kill the little goldfinch," she wept.

He kissed her forehead and held her, knowing better than to lie to her for the sake of empty comfort.

Jean ran his hands through his hair, the words hammering against his skull, against his heart. He could feel his heart beginning to gallop in a familiar, erratic pattern in his chest, he could feel his nightmares rousing, trying to drown him in darkness. The vampire found he didn't care. What, out of all his memories, could be worse than knowing Alyss was dead and he hadn't stopped it?

The voices of his past turned into unintelligible whispers and faded to a background, dim hush. He felt someone draw close and didn't have the energy to flinch. Lilah crouched by his side. "I can't do anything, can I?" His voice was lost, his face haunted. "I can't do anything to help him."

"I don't honestly know," she admitted. "But I'm not giving up just yet. Are you?"

"No," Jean stared sightlessly at the room all around him. "No, I'm not. You tell me what you need, Lil, and I'll do it." He gave her a hollow, wounded look. "No matter what it is."

"It won't come to that," she assured him.

"Can I see him? Please. Just to apologize, just to tell him that I was wrong, just to -."

"Oh, like you're the only asking that question," Kliman said dryly when Lilah was distracted by a ping on her phone. "Half of the Refuge wants to see him. The other half isn't asking because they're not here yet."

"Did he really say that he... That he..." Jean couldn't get the words out.

"Say it? No. He didn't have to." She reached into a pocket of her comfortable pants and offered him a single feather, no bigger than her palm. Though it wasn't the real thing, it was flawlessly amber-colored, only the tip dipped in blood already dry. "He sent this for you instead."

#alyss and jean #angel #vampire #nalini singh #guild hunter #male on male #my writing #fanfiction #fantasy #urban fantasy #modern fantasy

[darthjader2005]

Happy Valentines Day (Cloud Strife x Female Reader)

"So, what are you and Cloud gonna do for tomorrow?", Tifa asked as she cleaned the bar, well, as much as she could since my head was down on the bar.

"Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?", I ask.

"Valentines Day, wait, you forgot?!", Tifa laughed.

"No! I just... haven't thought about it much...", I say.

"You forgot.", Tifa corrected.

"Yes...", I sigh.

"Do you think Cloud forgot too?", Tifa wondered.

"Maybe. He does have a lot of stuff going on.", I say.

"True. But still, the boy could be a little more romantic towards you.", Tifa giggled.

"I don't mind. I'm not a very romantic person myself.", I say.

"Yeah right, if Cloud pulled all that romantic stuff on you, you'd be giggling like a school girl. If you know what I mean.", Tifa said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"*Sigh* You know best...", I smile small.

"Yep, that's for sure.", Tifa laughed, stepping outback leaving me alone in the bar.

The entry doors to the bar open behind me, my curiosity is telling me to look but I just didn't feel like it.

"Hey.", someone said as they hugged me from behind.

"Hey Cloud, how was your deliveries?", I greet, my face brightening up to the presence of him.

"Eh, it was alright. It would be better if you tagged along.", he said before placing a kiss on my neck.

"I'll go on the next round with you. Got any deliveries to make tomorrow?", I ask, laughing a bit.

"No, I'm actually taking the day off tomorrow. I have plans.", he said, resting his head on top of mine.

"Plans? What kind of plans?", I ask, wondering if it has to do with Valentines.

"You'll see.", he chuckles.

"I'm beat though. It's been a long day, let's go home and go to bed.", he says, grabbing my hand.

"Yeah. Geez, look at the time. Its 10:34 (pm). See ya later Tifa!", I say before hollering out to Tifa.

"Okay Y/N! See ya! Bye Cloud!", Tifa hollers from outback. I swear she has a radar, she can tell who's here without even looking.

We head home and crawl into bed. He hugs me close as we drift to sleep.

~The Next Morning~

"Y/N, wake up.", Cloud says softly, gently shaking me awake.

"Huh? What time is it?", I ask, half asleep.

"8:30 (am).", he answered.

"Geez, I slept in more than I usually do.", I say, rubbing my eyes.

"You needed it.", he smiles warmly.

"Yeah, I suppose I did.", I giggle.

"Oh, I uh... got you these. I hope you like them.", he says, handing me a bouquet of roses that he was hiding behind his back.

"Oh, they're beautiful Cloud! Thank you!", I say hugging him.

"Heh, I'm glad you like them.", he smiles.

"I have something to do today. Be ready by 8:00 (pm) sharp. I'll pick you up at 7th Heaven.", he instructs, kissing the top of my head.

"Okay. I suppose your not gonna tell me what you have to do.", I say, smiling.

"Nope, that would ruin the surprise.", he says.

"Well, come here. At least let me give you a real kiss.", I giggle, pulling him in and kiss him on the lips.

"I'll see you later.", he smiles, inches from my face.

"Okay, love you.", I smile.

"Love you too, bye.", he says, going out the door. I lay in bed for a few more minutes, giggling like a school girl. Gosh, Tifa was right... she really does know best haha.

~Timeskip to 8:00 (pm)~

"Aww, he's so romantic. I wonder what he has planned. Do you think it's dirty?", Tifa wondered out loud, causing me to laugh.

"Tifa! I doubt it.", I giggle.

The doors to the bar open.

"You ready?", Cloud asked.

"Yes.", I smile, walking to him.

"See ya Tifa!", I wave to her.

"Have fun you two!", she smiles, winking at me.

I get on his motorcycle behind him, holding onto his waist.

"You good?", he asks.

"Yep.", I say, resting my head on his back as he drives off.

~Timeskip (a small one)~

We arrive at a small clearing, surrounded by trees at the edge. But that's not what caught my eye. It was the sky, it's so beautiful. Like a cosmic world you could get lost in.

Cloud grabs blankets from the back of his motorcycle, as there is a bit of a chill in the air. It is February after all.

"So, what do you think?", he asks.

"It's beautiful! I love it!", I marvel at the sky above.

"More beautiful than the roses?", he smiles.

"Yes!", I say hugging him.

He lays a blanket on the ground for us to lay on. Then he puts the other blanket around us as we cuddled together. Watching the sky.

"I had to time this right. I was kinda worried the weather was gonna fail me by covering this with clouds, but it turned out perfect.", he states.

"It is perfect, but it wouldn't be perfect without you. I love you Cloud.", I say.

"Same, I love you too Y/N.", he says, kissing me.

"Happy Valentines Day.", he smiles.

"Tifa suggested yesterday that you forgot.", I giggle.

"How could I, she's been on my ass for the past week.", he chuckles.

"That's okay, I'm not gonna lie, I forgot.", I laugh.

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean we only can do this on Valentines Day. I suppose I could be a bit more romantic.", he chuckles.

"Just a bit though, I don't want you getting to soft on me.", I laugh.

"Right.", he kisses me again.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #cloud strife #valentines day #love #aww #so cute

[new-royston-cursebreakers]

Get to Know My OC

I'm so honored that @gummybugg tagged me in this! I love these kinds of things, and I'll take any excuse to answer questions about/from the POV of my OCs! Even if it takes me a week; sorry about that ^^; find @gummybugg's post here and I'll be tagging @moondust-bard and @sunnyanddumb98 with no pressure of course!

I choose Cricket! Specifically, Cricket a week before the book begins!

I hold my hand close to the floor, allowing Cricket Collins, a young boy standing only about eleven inches tall, to hop up into my palm. Smiling down at him, I gently move him up to a desk, where a plush chair sized for him has been placed. He hops off my hand and trots over to the chair, plopping down, snuggling in, and pulling his brown jacket a bit tighter around himself. He’s dressed in multiple layers, since he doesn’t generate as much body heat being so small, and his fluffy brown hair’s combed back neatly.

“Are you ready to start the interview, Cricket?” I ask.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he shrugs, but his smile gives away his excitement.

1. Are you named after anyone?

“My first name, Adam, doesn’t really come from anyone, my parents just liked it. But my Jewish name is Mordechai, from the Scroll of Esther! Oh, and a couple other Mordechais, too—my parents told me…I think one of them led a rebellion in the Holocaust…? Oh, and another—I remember him, Mordechai Vanunu…right? I dunno, it was a lot to take in when my parents were telling me about it.”

2. When was the last time you cried?

Cricket hesitates for a moment before answering. At a subtle nod from me, he takes a deep breath and speaks.

“Last time was, well, when I was cutting onions for bigos,” he chuckles. “But the last time I actually, like, sad-cried? It was…the day after my parents left. I went into their old room and laid down in their bed and just cried. I must’ve cried the whole day. I was so dizzy when I got back up! Anyway, I closed that door and I haven’t gone in there since, just to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

3. Do you have kids?

Cricket laughs, gazing up at me with a twinkle in his eye. “I’m fourteen! Ask me again in ten years!”

4. Do you use sarcasm?

“I mean, maybe sometimes.” He shrugs. “I’m not too good at it. At using it or picking up on it. Why say things that aren’t true?”

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

“Usually what they’re doing, I guess? I try not to judge people by their looks too much.”

6. What's your eye color?

“Brown.”

“What color brown?” I prompt.

“Darker than my skin or my hair,” Cricket says. “Real dark.”

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

“Oh, happy endings, definitely! I don’t like it when it’s just a bunch of bad things happening and then the story ends, y’know? There’s always gotta be a way to move forward!”

8. Any special talents?

“Well, Auster says I have a talent for making friends, but anyone can do that, y’know? Here’s the talent I’m really proud of!”

He works up some spit in his mouth, takes a deep breath, and emits a long, shrill cricket chirp. Grinning, he continues.

“Pretty cool, huh? I’ve even attracted some field crickets to the yard before!”

9. Where were you born?

“I was born right here in New Royston! Neither of my parents were, but I was, and I’ve never known any other home.” He seems quite proud of this.

10. What are your hobbies?

“I don’t have a lot of them. I’m usually pretty busy just making sure the house is okay, making food, stuff like that. Sometimes I go help out on the Fitzhenrys’ bug farm, sometimes I just go hang out with friends. I’m content with that.”

11. Have you any pets?

“No, but I’ve always wanted to get myself some kind of pet bug! Maybe a tailless whip scorpion, or a Madagascar hissing cockroach, or some kind of rhino beetle! If I were bigger, I’d definitely want more than one, but right now, I think I could barely handle one!” 

12. What sports do you play/have played?

“There aren’t a lot of sports you can play in New Royston, thanks to the whole size thing. Our high school doesn’t even have any sports! But I did like playing capture the flag in elementary school at recess.”

13. How tall are you?

“Last time I checked, I’m eleven inches and three quarters! I’ve been getting bigger with my parents saving up money. As for my real height, I, uh…well, I dunno. I’ve never been outside of New Royston’s borders before…”

14. Favorite subject in school?

“I like science—I like learning about the world. And even with stuff like chemistry and physics that use a lot of math, it’s math that I can apply to the real world, so I understand it a lot better than ‘real’ math classes. I think my favorite is biology, though.”

15. Dream job?

“Definitely an entomologist. I’d love to be one of those people that takes care of bugs and shows them off in shows and teaches people about them. Bugs can be so cool and helpful, and it’s just a shame that so many people are scared of them!”

With the interview done, I offer my hand to help Cricket off the desk, but he doesn’t take it. Instead, he chirps “Watch this!” and heads over to the edge of the desk, pacing along it, gazing down at the ground as a cat would before it jumps. Then, he vaults off the desk, flipping himself over midair and landing on his shoulder blade, somersaulting into a standing position.

“Wish me luck at school next week!” He calls, waving and darting away.

#tag games #get to know my oc #original fiction #writeblr #writers of tumblr #held in darkness 🦗 #wip: tconr #holocaust mention #bug mention #my precious boy....off to his first year of high school at a mixed size school...sure hope nothing happens to him...

[leafened]

do read mores only work if you put text above them

we had a small black cat that was maybe a god taking some time off to be a cat

we found it as a 8-10 week old kitten in a garbage can at a mcdonalds having fire crackers thrown at it by kids, calm and totally willing to be handled. its tail had been cut off some time prior and it had huge oversized legs like a rabbit and so came to be known as little bun. we thought it would grow into the legs and it did grow a little but never to a full size. it was almost teenage kitten sized, or more specifically, rabbit sized

it was never scared of people despite having been tortured as a kitten. would let you pick it up/pet it/otherwise treat it like a cat but would look bored and disappointed until you felt embarrassed and stopped. the one time we tried to give it a bath, it used its back legs to completely shred everyone - all the roommates teamed together to try (it had gotten into something nasty, can't remember what) but we physically could not manage it

two times seemed to threaten me directly - once when it had gotten into the garbage in search of leftovers, i was making fun of it for not being able to meow/said something like 'maybe we'd know when you want food if you'd deign to speak to us' 'little bun is too good to meow like a cat' and it hopped up on the sewing table i fed the cats on, looked me dead in the eyes and said "Me-ow" in a very loud very deep voice. only time it ever meowed

second time i said something about how i could beat it in a fight when we were talking about how intimidating it was. it ran across the room and scaled the recliner i was sitting on, clung to the backrest of the chair, and leaned over so its eyes were an inch in front of mine and just stared

both incidents were so uncanny

and it treated the other cats exactly as it did us -- it would indulge them and let them groom its ears etc but never actually played with them and would "correct" them if they ever tried in earnest

its main activity was getting up in a high spot and listening to us talk. like it would look at whoever was speaking, keeping tabs on the flow of conversation

then one day it just left and our roommate saw it a couple years later in a neighbor's yard and it ignored him...

#cat memories

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

4, 5, 7, 8, 10, 11 for the fanfic ask game!! Totally cool to pick and choose the ones you wanna answer lol

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Ooof. I have plot bunnies that have been hopping around for like 20 years, I swear. But one that I actually started writing but just never did anything with was an ACD Canon Holmes/Watson story about Watson being blackmailed by Milverton. I think I wrote about 2k words of that before getting distracted by something else. That's also the answer to why I haven't written a lot of my bunnies, because I get distracted by other ideas.

5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing

No, I just put the same song on repeat and write to the beat. While I've been writing this week, I've been playing Belinda Carlisle's Heaven Is A Place On Earth.

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

Oh my god, it was this, from fucking 2008. I probably have followers younger than this fic. Zero plot. Just two characters fucking.

8. what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?

If it's from my betas, I happily accept it. If it's some random person going 'Hey, I didn't like XYZ.' I ignore it. If it's someone going 'This sucks/I hate this/Fuck you.' I get really pissed off.

10. at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?

Titles either come to me immediately when I'm plotting out the story, or as soon as I'm done. There's very little in between. The one fic that gave me the worst time with regards to a title was probably Whisper. I am SO proud of this story, but the title almost did me in. I actually put off posting it for like three days because I didn't know what to call the damn thing, and that was linked to the fact that until the point of the climax I still didn't know what I was going to call the Big Bad since they don't actually appear until then.

On the other hand, the ColdFlash series I'm currently working on, I had the first story titled after about 1k words, and that made titling the rest of the series that I've plotted out easy, because they'll all be along the same punny theme.

11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

My research is usually divided into two groups: Fact checking with the canon source material, for things like 'Wait, what's the height difference between these characters again?' (Three inches) 'Did Jason wear the weird muzzle mask thing while this story was taking place?' (Yes.) 'What would Eddie order right now?' (Chicken dan dan noodles and a steak for Vee) OR excruciatingly exact technical details that almost no one ever pays much attention to but if I don't make sure I get it perfectly correct I will want to tear my hair out, like 'How long would it take for these characters to walk from point A to point B?' (Roughly 4.5 hours, weather permitting, and trust me I have tried to find details about the weather on specific Roman feast days in early Roman occupied south Britain. No such luck.) When I was writing Holmes pastiche, I did a lot of research on late Victorian post boy and bath house scandals.

The neatest thing I've learned recently was probably the different 'mancies. Like Necromancy, Tyromancy, and so on. All so I could make a gag about a cheese and onion tart. Which I'm pretty sure only I and maybe three other people thought was funny.

#tiger writes #ask meme

[tornrose24]

Tagged by @hey-hey-j  for the tag game. It’ll be interesting to see how I answer these.

Rules: if you get tagged in this, answer the questions that are written and make sure to swap out one question at the end of it for the next person to answer.

1. Are you named after anyone?  I’m sort of named after my aunt, who was named after a character of a TV show (that my grandfather liked) based of a book, and THAT character might of been named after someone. I admit it’s kind of amusing that it’s such a chain of ‘named after this person.’

2. Do you ever go window shopping on sites like Etsy, and if so, what kinds of things do you look at?   Not really.

3. What’s your choice of listening material when doing stuff? When I’m writing I prefer listing to music without lyrics (if it matches the tone of whatever I’m writing it helps) and it varies. Most often it’s video game music, Miyazaki, classical, etc. If I’m just doing art I’ll throw on YouTube videos.

4. Do you like a song for its sound or for its lyrics? Often both. I’m picky about what songs I like, but I like it when both work well together. (Though I hate it when the lyrics DON’T match the tone of the music, or aren’t sung in the right tone). Also, there’s some songs where I prefer the cover version over the original (I don’t care for Billie Eilish’s singing, and there’s a Motown version of Taylor Swift’s ‘Shake it off’ by PostModern Jukebox that is vastly superior to the original version.)

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Usually whatever they wear or else their physical appearance. It depends.

6. What’s your eye color? Green. (Though maybe they might be hazel since there’s a light brown ring around the pupils).

7. Scary movies or happy endings? I prefer happy endings. Some scary movies are actually quite enjoyable, but only if they are done right (Jordan Peele’s Nope is such an example). Otherwise I hate it when scary films get too violent, have a downer ending, or involve topics of abuse. Or have constant jumpscares, which is why I never really got into most horror games.

8. Any special talents? Singing. I’ve done choir, Opera, musical theater, etc. I’ve done some acting as well. Drawing and writing are pretty obvious ones for those who know my works. Painting is a major one too.

9. What trait in others draws you to them? Honesty is a huge one. I like it when people are open about themselves and what they like, as well as what they don’t like. Or if they tell you something you need to hear.

10. What are your hobbies? Writing and drawing. Painting is a big one too. I used to play video games but I don’t as much (partly because I feel like a new system is going to be coming soon anyway). I suppose singing could count.

11. Do you have any pets? I used to have cats. Fantasia was my last cat and I had her from middle school to some time after I was done with college/university. She always sat on the table whenever I got help with math and she’d watch me and my dad.

12. What sports do you play/Have played? Tennis is probably my favorite. Soccer is fun too. I used to do running when I was really little. However I was more of a theater kid.

13. How tall are you? 5 feet, 2 and a half inches.

14. Favorite subject in school? Literature/Language Arts. I was one of the few kids that would read whatever I was assigned more than once. When I was in middle school we had to read ‘The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe’ and ‘Roll of thunder hear my cry’ and I read the other books in those series. I also took pride in scoring the highest out of anyone on a test for Cyrano de Bergerac in my high school senior year. (However I ****ing hated reading Moby Dick over the summer) and was NOT happy when I found out that I didn’t really NEED to read the entire thing to do all the paperwork/answer all the questions.)

I don’t know if art and choir count since they were extra curricular classes, but I loved them as well and could share lots of stories. Plus one of my favorite teachers was my high school art teacher.

15. Dream job? I would love to be a writer and illustrate my own books. Alternatively it’d be awesome to do artwork for an animation studio.

I’m tagging @artistcaptainbendy  as the next person. Anyone else can do it too.

I’m changing #12 to: If you became a God/Deity, what would your domain be and how could you use your powers to make the world a better place?

#tag #meme #get to know me #tag game #I'm an artsy/theater/music person #ironically some people said that I look like Taylor swift since high school

[sixtymillionoverdueideas]

Walking-By Original Konoha 13/Sand Siblings Heights (!!)

Shino Aburame: 6′2″. Listen,, Shino is Tol and unlike Shikamaru he doesn’t slouch. He’s Tol and a Protector and it’s Good. Generally speaking though he doesn’t utilize his full height - though he doesn’t slouch he does sort of stand slightly off to shave off an inch or few.  Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze-Hyuuga: 5′11″. He’s Just Like That Now. He’s not short here though short gremlin king Naruto is of course also wonderful. Stronk built Naruto who can lift up the likes of his children or the others on one arm, y’know, like they’re swinging off of it. Sasuke Uchiha: 5′8″. Yes he’s one of the “short guys” of the group despite not being especially short -- yes he gets (lightly) teased and gently roasted over this. Yes Naruto ruffles his hair and Kiba sometimes princess-carries him. Hinata Hyuuga-Uzumaki-Namikaze: 5′8″. She’s a Tol One - no Short Queen Hinata for us today, only Tol Queen Hinata. She’ll stare you straight in the eye and take none of yours. Rock Lee: 5′11″. Well... Shikamaru Nara: 6′0″. Alright so Shikamaru is tallish too. Of course he doesn’t generally stand up straight when he’s casually with friends. He actively tries to get people to forget he’s Tol,, shaped. Neji Hyuuga: 5′10″. Because a Neji shorter than Naruto hits fuNNE for us. Sakura Lee: 5′8″. Well? She’ll yank down on Lee’s shirt to kiss him and she can and has done push-ups with Sai sitting all nice on her back, reading. Stronk Buff Queen. Sakura is Stronk. Sai Lee: 5′7″. Because Sai is darling but he’s not Tol Material atm, and also it’s a little neat to think of him being not taller than Sakura. Ino Yamanaka: 5′10″. Yes, we’d like a Tol Blonde Queen for today, thanks. Also of course she wears heels, she’s exactly that kind of “because I can“ and “you dare dictate what I can and cannot do? Fool“ and “gaslight gatekeep girlboss girl”. She did actually do training/undergo a loose apprenticeship under Ibiki Morino in T&I, and boy howdy you do not want to get on her less than happy side because she will salt your fields and hit you where it hurts. Omoi Yamanaka: 5′8″. Yes Canonically he’s a little more 5′9″ (175 cm) but does it matter? Not going to quibble and dash over more precise measurements, yeah. Tenten: 5′9″. It fits. Gaara: 5′5″. Listen, Gaara is still one of the most intimidating shinobi in the Peace Generation, setting aside his height, age, and general rank as the Kazekage. Though yes, he did work very hard and yes much of his “Demon” reputation/background has been eased away it’s not, y’know, Gone because this isn’t just going to disappear. Gaara is still feared in more distant places for being able to crush your hands, head, he can drown you in sand on dry land and has only become more and more powerful and inpregnable in his years. Temari: 5′9″. Tol Temari very Good. Kankurou: 5′8″. Of course. Chouji Akimichi: 5′11″.  ‘Cause, y’know, it just wasn’t feasible to have Chouji be a n y shorter than, say, Ino. It’s all very Good and Valid to have him be shorter than a lot of people in this group, but hey -- Akimichi were always going to be Giants.  Kiba Inuzuka: 5′9″. Kiba just out here doin’ the Good Life, right, he’s Out There with His Dog Akamaru and Having The Time Of His Life

I’m sorry I don’t make the rules, the Walking-By bunch are just a group of giants,, Both metaphorical and literally and they’re literally looked up to - though by nature shinobi tend to be “very fit looking” and therefore it’s not so unusual, except for some of the older jonin to casually throw jokes around like “what was in the water those days? the ninja-equivalent of steroids?” ...alright so maybe western/eastern culture boundaries make this a little more weird but I contend that we could both factor in/out A) Chakra, which... Could be Doing Things we dunno!! to Elemental-Nation physiology. And B) ...we’re not quite on the level of tying Walking-By, at least in this case, to actual Historical-Japanese RW -- are they Asian-looking or warpedly anime-looking in “The Real World”? (This... we have to consider for one of the Side Branches to Walking-By, “The Residents of 31-A”). Therefore Yes, we can have many Tol Shinobi (though TBF you have to adjust for Villages. We’re currently considering Kumo and Konoha to have the tallest average.)

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