#it’ll be ok in the end and if it isn’t you’ll keep fighting till it is

[chimera-crimewave]

If I knew how to edit videos at all I would love to make a video essay on BoTW + ToTK and how it helps players process grief.

Both games do an astounding job of capturing why it’s so damn hard to let go of the past, how different people handle loss, and how death of the body doesn’t necessarily mean influence + impact dies with the person.

Doing the final grind for ending ToTK is making me feel and think about a lot of things ;;;

[yamithediaperdork]

My little brothers revenge, Part 2

Alex woke up Sunday morning and rubbed his eyes, trying to get the sleep out of his eyes and hearing the heavy snoring of his asshole big brother.

'Man, can't believe I conked out so bad!' He thought, now rubbing his arm across his chin and mouth to take care of any left over drool. 'I guess I must of been more tired then I thought..Ugh.. and Justin's been stinking up the room again in his sleep.'

Alex put his fingers to his nose, glaring over at his brother who was a well know toxic hazard in his sleep and as such normally got his own tent when the family went out camping.

Tossing his blanket back Alex froze as the smell not only got worse in the room, but it became clear WHAT the source of the stink was as he looked down and the shot swelled diaper around his waist.

'No way..no.freaking.way!' Alex thought as he blushed beet red.

he quickly glanced over at Justin who was thankfully still asleep and then slowly got up onto his hand sand knees and crawled backwards to get out of his bed, trying not to squish the mess around any worse and fighting back whimpers that might of woken Justin up.

There was NO way if Justin saw him in a shitty diaper that he'd ever let Alex live it down, and he could easily picture Justin 'accidentally' bringing it up around his friends or even at school.

getting his feet on the floor Alex found himself forced to do a cowboy walk of sorts from the bulk of his filled diaper and as quietly as he could he made his way to the door and out into the hall, praying to every deity he could think of that he was the first one awake since it was only 8:34 am and mom and dad liked to sleep in on Sundays.

Fate was not on his side however as he made his way towards the bathroom and saw that the door was closed. before he could even think of turning around and waddling back to his room the door opened and out stepped mom.

She appeared to of smelled Alex before spotting him from the way her nose wrinkled, then she looked eyes on him and her mouth twitched as if she was fighting the urge to smirk.

"Did somebody have a stinky accident?" She asked, sounding amused but coming over.

"I..I didn't mean to.." Alex whimpered and looked down, all sorts of shame flooding though his body and he was fighting back tears.

Instantly she went from amused to trying to comfort him, even if she winced as she knelt down in front of him and cupping his chin.

"Alex it's ok, accidents happen. this this goes to prove that you're not feeling so well. Maybe I'll let you stay home while I go and get you some more diapers later." She said in a soothing voice.

"I..Yeah Ok mommy." Alex said, feeling very much like a big baby as she then picked him up, hands under his armpits and carried him to the bathroom.

"I think maybe it's for the best you're gonna be in diapers all day today too. you wouldn't wanna have a poopie accident in your Captain America briefs right?" She asked.

This was NOT helping Alex feel better but he just nodded his head, kicking his legs a little.

"Uh..Uh..Mommy? I-I can clean myself up." he said as she carried him into the bathroom and stood him in the tub.

"I'm sure you could, but it'll go faster with my help and I don't think you want Justin seeing you like this." She said with a warm smile.

"I-I guess you got a point." Alex whimpered.

Oh yeah, he was gonna get revenge on his brother and prove who was the big baby in the house alright. right after his mom changed his dirty diaper.

'God, what have I done to piss you off so much?' he silently asked as his mom started to open his diaper.

One humiliating clean up and shower later and Alex was in a clean diaper and downstairs at the kitchen table, having some toast and tea. Normally Sunday's were a sausage and bacon filled feast if you waited long enough for Mom to get up but she had been wary about putting too much into Alex's system and asked him to go simple. Alex wasn't happy about it, but since Mom had put the plastic bag with his stinky diaper in the trunk of the car and promised to get rid of it away from the house he decided to humor her.

He was in just one of his Spider-man diapers and a loose Iron man t-shirt and kicking his legs softly at the table when Justin came down stair's with a grossed out look on his face, spotting Alex before he saw mom.

"Geez Alexandra, did you crap yourself or something? Our room friggen reeks!" He complained and then fully walked into the Kitchen and saw their mother standing there, NOT looking happy.

"Excuse me, but I thought your father and I talked about you calling Alex that name." She said in a less then amused tone.

"Er..well..See, Alex likes the nick name! Yeahhh, He said it just didn't feel right if I wasn't teasing him." Justin lied, Looking to Alex for back up.

"Alex is that true?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, Not at all. I've told him to quit it." Alex said smirking big time.

"i see. Justin, How would you like it if I called Justine or Jessica all day?" Mom asked, smirking now.

"..I wouldn't like it very much." Justin muttered and looked down at the floor now.

"Mmmhmm..So keep that in mind next time you get the urge to brat..I can always go and get you a adorable pretty princess lunch box and put Justine on the front of it and make you take it to school. Your father isn't the only one who can get creative with punishments."

Threat made Anne turned back to the kitchen counter and started on making Justin some breakfast.

"Y-You wouldn't!" Justin whined.

"Wanna try me? I'm already going to the store in a bit for more diapers for Alex." She said and smirked. "As is, I think you can have a nice toast and tea breakfast like your little brother. He's not feeling so good so you'll be watching him today."

"Ahhh moooom, I was gonna go hang out with Grizz and Rayne today!" Justin whined."I'm Sure Alex is a big enough boy he can look after himself! Or Dad can watch him!"

"Your father is going and helping Mr.Nilson build his deck today, But if you stay here I'll lift the TV ban so you two can play video games. Co-op only, I don't wanna come back to you both all mad at each other like what happens every single time you play a versus game."

Her point made the brothers both sulked as neither really wanted to be stuck with the others company.

Justin huffed his way though breakfast. between having to have buttered toast and tea instead of a meat explosion and being stuck with Alex all day he knew this was gonna suck all the balls, at least till he recalled his evil plan from last night and brightened up.

'Wait, no mom..no dad..and just me and the pamper butt. Oh yes yes yes yes yes! this is gonna work out great!' Justin thought and got a big silly grin on his face.

"Well, Somebody's cheered up after his tea." Mom teased.

"Oh yeah, I just had to wake up some more you know? I think I can have LOTS of fun with Alex today mom, so don't worry if you wanna take a bit." Justin said then added. "I know you like to drive around and it'll be nice for you not to have dad bugging you to hurry up or listening to me and Alex fighting."

"Well that's nice of you, though Alex is on his last two clean diapers so I really should hurry back." Mom said, giving Justin a half hug.

"oh nonsense! Alex is just gonna wear the diapers, It's not like he needs them mom, Right little bro?" Justin asked and smirked.

With Justin was being happy and helpful alarm bells were going off in Alex's head but there was nothing he could really say in argument of mom coming back sooner without tipping off he'd pooped himself earlier or making it sound like he needed his day time huggies. It was a catch 22 and Justin's look told Alex he knew it.

"yeah mom, I'll be ok..I'm sure me and Justin will have lots of fun." Alex said, trying to sound cheery.

Aside from not wanting to sound like he needed his diapers, he knew if he tried to whine to go with her or have her come back fast he'd also sound like a whinny little mama's boy.

"Well ok, If you boys are sure. I'll be heading out in a bit then, why don't you two leave the dishes for me and go and play some video games. And since you're both being good little guys for mommy." Anne smirked as both boys made a face at that. "You can both have 3 cans of soda each. Just try and spread them out."

the ugh faces turned into surprised smiles as mom was usually a stickler on the boys sticking to juice or water and she was always careful to keep a count on the can's of pop in the fridge.

Finishing up their light breakfast, the boys put their dishes in the sink and washed up a little then each one grabbed a can of cola out of the fridge and got a Blanket set out over the floor, well Alex got the blanket over the floor while Justin made sure the curtains were drawn shut.

Naturally normally Justin would of loved to of had the curtains wide open to show off his BABY brother but with mom still home he had to play nice.

Sides he wanted to try and draw Alex into a sense of relaxation before springing his super genius evil plan on him.

Alex wasn't falling for it for a second but went and fired up one of their rare co-op two player games (Since Justin wasn't a fan of retro games) and the boy's started to play, pausing only to wave bye to mom as she headed out, telling them that she'd be back in a hour or so, and to make sure dad woke up soon as he'd promised to be over helping with the deck bright and early.

They played in peace for about half a hour, with only cries of booya, eat it and the like coming out of their mouths and Justin giving Alex tips and for the most part they actually got along for a change.

That being said, all good things have to end and Justin never put his plan out of his mind, so when it was time to go and wake they're dad up he volunteered to do it while Alex took a much needed potty break.

Stopping by their room to grab Alex's phone Justin made a quick little call.

"Ngggh.. Yello?" came the groggy voice of Max.

"Heyyy max. how's it going?" Justin asked, keeping his voice down.

"Ngggh..Justin? what are you doing calling me?" the sleepy boy asked.

"Well Alex is kinda been missing you, and I was trying to set up a little surprise for him but getting you to come over and hang out with him." Justin said, grinning ear to ear.

"...OK who are you and what have you done with Justin?" Max asked, sounding suspicious.

"Hey, I can be a nice guy every now and then. but if you don't wanna come over finnnne." Justin huffed, mentally cursing just how well Max knew him.

"...Give me like 20 minutes or so to wake up and get some food in me." Max sighed on his end of the line.

"Ok the front door will be unlocked so just come in." Justin said and hung up.

with operation:show my brother baby butt off underway, Justin went off to go and wake up dad.

With dad being his normal cheery morning self (read: grumpy as fuck) Alex did his best to stay out of his way while he made himself a bacon and egg sandwich then grabbed his tool box and was out the door.

"I wonder he even offered to help if he was just gonna be this grumpy?" Alex asked Justin.

"Because there's free beer involved after the deck is built and you know mom won't let him bring any booze into the house." Justin said, oddly keeping a eye on the time.

"heh, you missing mom already or something?" Alex teased.

"Oh no, Just arranged a little surprise for you." Justin said and smirked.

As he smirked Alex felt a pang of fear go though him, the old Justin was back and he went to scramble up to his feet to get get away.

"ah ah ah, come here huggie butt." Justin taunted and grabbed onto Alex, tugging him down and into Justin's lap, pressing on his tummy.

Which had the effect of making Alex let out a massive fart.

"Dude! really? what are you, part skunk?" Justin asked, shoving Alex back out of his lap.

"M-Maybe!" Alex said, his tummy gurgling now and as he went to get up he ended up hunching over, anther fart coming out of him.

"Heh, Uh-oh, is widdle Alex gonna go poopie in his diapies?" Justin asked, smirking and getting up to block the path to the bathroom.

"J-Justin Nooo! I don't wanna poop my diapers again!" Alex whimper, hunched over and making his way over, yet anther fart coming out and that one was totally a wet one.

"Wait..ANTHER poopie diaper?" Justin asked, then it clicked. "Oh my god, you shit yourself in your sleep! Ahahaha! You really ARE a baby!"

"J-Justin Please! I'm begging you! Let me use the pot-" Alex started but then there was the sound of the front door opening and Alex was cut off by Max's voice.

"Allo allo! whats going..uh..on.." Max said, walking into view and looking at Alex in shock. "Uhhh.."

"M-Max!?! what are you doing here?!? I Uh..Oh god, Max don't loook!" Alex wailed.

Max was too shocked to look away though as Alex lost the battle with his bowels and the back of his diaper ballooned out as wave as wave of mush filled it, making the spider-man designs fade away and the formally white parts of the diaper go a ugly shade of brown.

With the back of the diaper being destroyed the front didn't get off easy either as Alex's bladder apparently didn't wanna be left out and he soaked the diaper even as he sank to his knees.

Balls up fists coming to his eyes and rubbing them as he started to bawl, Alex almost but not quite drowned out Max's million dollar question.

"Uhhh..what's going on here?"

The living room was filled with Alex's stink, but it was the smell of victory to Justin as he took in the scene with a sick joy. Alex was too busy bawling like the big baby he was to try and defend himself so Justin spoke up.

"Sorry about this Max, I tried to get baby Alex to cover up his diapers but he said he wanted you to see what a big baby he is an-" Justin started, but was cut off.

"Yeah, Bullshit. What's really going on here, Alex, did Justin make you wear a diaper?" Max asked, wincing as he moved over to comfort his friend.

'damn it! was hoping he'd fall for that. ah well, can't win'em all.' Justin thought.

Alex was still full on bawling though, and was just finishing up his dump and the diaper had amazingly held up.

"Alex..Alex buddy it's ok.. everyone has accidents." Max was saying and Justin rolled his eyes at that.

'just my luck, most boys his age would of started tormenting the fuck out of a pamper packer and I get the kind and understanding one.' Justin fumed.

"He's in all day diapers today because he went to sleep without putting one of his bed wetter pants on yesterday and wet the bed." Justin sighed. "And apparently if he's to believed he woke up stinky too."

"...Alex is this true?" Max asked.

Alex hiccuped and sniffled, calming down slightly now but he nodded.

"So..you knew his diapers were gonna be on display and invited me over..dude, your a asshole." Max said and glared at Justin.

"eh, Guilty as charged. but if you care soooo much about widdle Alex then you can get him cleaned up. Otherwise I'm gonna leave him to sit and stink." Justin said and shrugged, turning to leave.

"Sheesh.. brother of the year aren't you.. Where's his diapers?" Max asked helping Alex stand up and rubbing the poor guys back.

"In our room, I'll toss out what's left of them." Justin said then walked off leaving the stinky diaper boy and his little buddy to clean up.

For the second time this morning, Alex found himself doing a dirty diaper cowboy walk and heading for the bathroom, whimpering and saying sorry to Max over and over again.

"Hey, it's OK dude.. I should of known your brother was planning something when he invited me over. But Uh, I've known about your bed wetting for awhile." Max said, giving a sheepish grin.

"N-No you didn't, I'm super careful!" Alex whimpered.

they made it to the bathroom and Max had Alex stand with his legs spread and the trash bin in the bathroom under him as he undid the tapes and let the diaper plop down into the trashcan.

"yeahhh well about that.. you remember three weeks ago when we were playing Avengers in your room? you pack of Iron man diapers was sticking out from under your bed. When you weren't looking i pushed them back under with my foot." Max admitted, even as his face wrinkled in disgust.

"I..but..Noooo!" Alex whined babyishly.

Somehow this didn't change facts though.

"Look, we'll talk about it in a bit, you go and get in the shower, I'll go and get rid of the 'treasure'" Max said.

With no real choice in the matter, Alex nodded and made his way into the shower to go and get cleaned up.

'Pretty sad my best friend is more mature about this then my own brother..and Justin..your gonna pay!' Alex swore as he started the water.

After taking the plastic bag and putting it in the trash can outside, Max came back in and after opening some windows to air out the living room he made his way upstairs.Hearing the shower still running and found a pack of diaper with only two in it out front of the bathroom door.

the door to Justin and Alex's room was closed but since it didn't have a lock Max barged in anyways, finding Justin laying on his bed and reading a comic book.

"Can i help you?" Justin asked, a smirk on his face.

"That was a really shitty thing you just did to Alex, you know that right?" Max asked, hands on his hips.

"Cute choice of words there, and yeah, I'm a asshole and proud of it." Justin said.

"Yeah, well I'm gonna tell your parents what you did when they get back." Max shot back.

"Oh, cute idea. Let's tell them how Alex went and crapped his diapers when he has potty privileges and make it so he has to wear to school tomorrow. Of course I'll get grounded for inviting you over and showing off his diapers but who's really gonna come out on the short end of the deal here?" Justin asked.

Max blinked and tried to come up for a counter to that but just huffed and pouted.

"That's what I thought. If Mom asks when she gets back, Alex invited you over. I'll keep hush about the poopie diaper if you two little dweebs keep me out of trouble, deal?" Justin asked, going back to his comic book, clearly knowing he had the upper hand.

"..God your SUCH a asshole!" Max huffed and then stormed out.

Alex got out of the shower on his own and got himself diapered, then went and got a t-shirt (Hulk this time for the little avengers obsessed nerd) and a pair of black short's on over it before retreating down to the living room with Max, whining as Max told him about the deal Justin had offered.

"I don't know..he was suppose to shut up about the wet bed yesterday too and went back on it..and uh.. where did you put the..you know.." Alex asked huffing and squirming.

"Uh, out in the trash can on the side of the house. why?" Max asked.

"Because it's gonna be stinking up the block in no time and I'll get busted again for sure!" Alex whined.

"Well uh.. It's not like we can just go and ditch it in someone else's trash can you know." Max pointed out, rubbing the back of his head.

"Hmmm.." Alex said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully then snapped his fingers. "Hey! you know that old nature trail by here? the one that's hardly used anymore?"

"..Yesssss though I don't think I like where this is going." Max said.

"We'll take the stinky diaper and shovel out there, and bury it! by the time the trails popular again in the summer, no one will be able to smell it!" Alex said, beaming at his brilliant idea.

So excited with his 'brilliant plan' was he, that Alex actually started out of the room to head for the back yard to go and get the shovel.

"Alex, one second. You mighttttt wanna change into something baggier and with longer legs on it, those short's aren't really hiding your diaper butt." Max said with a small smirk.

Looking down and then looking at himself in a mirror Alex could see Max was right and gave a sheepish smile.

"Oh..yeah.. good call!" He said and then went to his dresser to find something a little more concealing.

Justin had of course by this time headed down stairs, not wanting to deal with Alex's 'toddler whining' ad he put it, and was playing a video game and drinking one of Alex's can's of soda since he had gone though his three.

Looking over as the pair went to go and get their shoes on he raised a eyebrow.

"And where are you two dweebs heading off too?" He asked then chuckled. "Awww, Is Max taking widdle Alex to da park ta pway?"

Alex growled but before he could speak up Max cut him off.

"Actually we're just gonna go and play on the old trail, go and dig some holes and the like. I figured that way if Alex has anther accident you won't have to smell it right away."

"Pffftt good thinking! did you pack a diaper bag for him then, hence the book bag?" Justin chuckled.

of course he couldn't of known that the pack pack was for holding the stinky diaper once they got it out of the trash, though he really didn't care anyways.

Alex meanwhile was blushing big time and huffing like a pouty toddler.

"Ayup, though hopefully it'll just be a wet diaper." Max said.

"pffft, ok. just be back soonish, Mom will wanna know where you are." Justin said and went back to his game.

Once they were outside Alex gave max a semi hard punch to the arm.

"what the heck was that all about! you sounded like you were on his side!" Alex huffed and glared.

"Uh, OW! and we didn't want him to know what we're really doing did we?" Max asked and then swatted Alex's padded backside, making a whumping sound.

"...You didn't have to be so believable." Alex huffed.

"oh I'm sorry, did you want him following us? knowing him he'd of tugged your pants off once you were on the trail and tossed them in a tree!" Max shot back.

the thought of being trapped in public with his diaper exposed made Alex blush and squirm, and let out a muffled fart of fear.

"Ah.. do you need, to go back inside and sit on the potty?" Max asked.

"NO!" Alex growled, then paused, and looked thoughtful and wiggled his butt a little, making Max have to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

"Yeah no, I'm good." Alex confirmed a few seconds later.

The adventure out to bury the treasure so to speak was uneventful, much as Alex had predicted the trail was dead this time of the year and the only hard part was digging into the semi solid earth, the shovel being almost too big for the either shorty to really use it so they had to take turns.

Coming back they were greeted in the driveway by Anne who was less then pleased to see Alex not only outside when she was still concerned he was sick, but that he was all dirty from playing in the dirt.

At least it worked out that she'd been home for about five minutes by that time so she'd already taken his new pack of diapers (Avengers print this time) to his room but still she gave Alex a mild scolding and sent Max home.

After that it was a day of just lazing around the house but Anne had also insisted on keeping a close eye on Alex so he hadn't been able to get enough alone time to e-mail Ben.

[mithrilwren]

I don't suppose you'd be willing to do 9 on the physical affection prompts with Beau-Jester & or Yasha? For one who keeps her emotions close to her chest, I'm still waiting for them to come out so Beau can be kinda free of the anger & sadness that had been so close to her life growing up.

I hope this is what you wanted! I ended up going with the ‘&’ :)

#9 Wiping Away Tears

Really, Beau should have been prepared for this. Jester likes to ask these kinds of questions, likes to poke and prod, and usually, Beau likes watching her do it. She enjoys seeing the other guy squirm under Jester cheerful dissection: each question sugar-coated for maximum damage. You don’t know what you’ve swallowed till it’s already gone down. 

“Didn’t your mom ever say it, Beau?”

She should have been prepared for this question.

Except, of course, she wasn’t.

Yasha is still holding Beau’s hand in her lap, the blush of varnish dripping from her little brush to the floor, and the semi-circle they form on Jester’s bedroom floor is abruptly claustrophobic. Beau clears her throat, fighting the urge to pull her fingers free - to curl them into a fist, because when her chest feels like this, it’s time to fight. Past precedent. Survival instinct.

There’s an easy answer here; she knows there is.

Yeah, of course my mom said she loved me. Fuck, she said it all the time! 

Because she did. She did say it. She said it plenty. 

It’s just...

“I mean-” Beau says, then cuts herself off with a shrug, before the lump in her throat takes the choice of whether or not to speak away from her.

Two sets of big eyes are watching her, and Beau doesn’t know who she’s more angry with: Jester, for asking a question she knew - she must have known - Beau couldn’t answer, or herself, for not taking the easy out when she had the chance. There’s no chance the two of them will let it go now.

“Yeah.” She shrugs again, and adds a toothy half-smile for good measure, like it’ll make the gesture any more convincing. She bites her cheek too. A little pain always wakes her up. Her voice already feels steadier. “‘Course she did.”

“Oh, Beau,” Jester says, all soft understanding, like she knows, and Beau finally pulls her hand away. Yasha lets go without a word, but her eyes follow Beau as she sinks onto her elbows, and Beau tries not to look back at her. It’s hard enough to face Jester’s stare, already watery at the edges. She hates seeing Jester cry.

“It’s just-” How do you make someone like Jester understand? That love didn’t mean love, not like she understands it. Love is Marion’s hand, stroking blue hair to sleep. Love is telling your daughter’s friends how much you care for her. Love is acting like she’s something to be proud of, no matter who else is listening. “She said it, sure. She just wasn’t so great at showing it, you know?”

Is it love, when you’ll only say it when your dad isn’t around to hear? Is it love, when she whispers it into your ear four hours after he sent you to bed with no supper - some sort of sick apology for having not taken your side when it actually mattered? 

Did she love me?

“It doesn’t matter.”

Do I care?

“We love you, Beau,” comes Yasha’s soft voice from the side, and oh, that’s not fucking fair.

“We really do,” Jester echoes, “and we always will, ok?”

“Yeah,” Beau forces out, “I know-” but before she can turn away, there are hands on her cheeks - freshly manicured nails swiping away the trails of wetness beneath her eyes. “S-sorry,” she says, reaching up her own hands to scrub at the rest of the tears that stubbornly refuse to stop falling. But Yasha catches her hands before she can push Jester away, and holds them gently, until Beau starts squeezing back. 

“We love you,” Yasha says again, and biting her cheek isn’t helping at all, so Beau ducks her chin and takes a deep breath. Then she takes another.

“Ok,” she whispers at last, and when Jester wraps her arms around her, she doesn’t pull away.

[redbirdbella]

@clintasha-week Advent Calendar - Day 10 Past/Present/Future

I took my old Lucky fic and turned it in to tooth rotting fluff telling the story of Clint and Natasha's early relationship. Its basically their past so i think it counts. (sorry if it doesn't it wasn't meant to come out like this but i couldn’t make it work.)

Lucky likes visitors. He is a dog after all and all attention is good attention.

But like all good things they should come to an end and the visitors should leave at bedtime. That’s his time. When he goes and sleeps by his special human. No more sharing. He shouldn’t be left out cold and alone in his living room bed that’s slightly too small. When they come he knows. They laugh too loud, and sit too close, and touch too much.

Natasha isn’t one of them. She’s quiet and calm and always makes space for him. Even sneaks him out extra treats letting him settle his head in her lap. He likes her, a lot, and Clint does too. Lucky can tell. Natasha likes Clint too, almost as much as she likes Lucky. He’s sure of it.

But she always goes home. Always…

Until she doesn’t.

Until she comes in with bloodshot eyes, leaning into Clint for support. Clint’s gentle with her, using the voice he only reserves for when they’re at the vets. They don’t ever really settle. Not like normal. They’re not quiet or calm and they don’t eat junk food or laze the day away. He just cleans her with the kit of funny smells that Clint never lets him explore. Then they talk.

And talk.

And talk.

Until its late, and he can see the moon through the window, cause the blinds aren’t down but Clint doesn’t seem to care. It’s only when she yawns that he ever seems to notice that time has passed. That its time to go to bed. He smiles and offers her out his hand.

It’s the move that makes Lucky’s heart sink.

They’re going to bed.

Without him.

Well, they can try but Lucky’s fast when he wants something. He bolts as soon as Clint opens the door to the hallway and sprints into the bedroom.

His bedroom.

He’s not going to be shut out. Not this time.

He likes Natasha.

It’s not fair.

He doesn’t want Clint to shut the door. Shut him out of all their fun and he knows its fun. He can still hear them, the giggles and the gasps. The bed creaking with the motion them playing, all without him.

Natasha wasn’t meant to shut him out.

She follows him, still holding Clint’s hand. They’re still talking, even when she settles on the corner of the bed. Clint looks between them. He’ll have to go, leave with his tail between his legs.

But Clint sits next to Natasha, leaning over to scratch Lucky’s ears.

“Can you share me just this once boy?”

Lucky settles, it would be rude not too. Especially when there are ear scratches on offer.

They change, turn off the light and climb into bed. Close enough that Lucky can settle across both their feet.

Ok, she can stay. He decides when they don’t play Clint’s secret games. When they’re both asleep and he’s sure he’ll still be here when the sun comes up.

And when Clint still wakes with the same smile he always does when he has an overnight visitor. When he plays with Lucky down on the floor, making a special fuss of his good boy, while Natasha goes to shower. He knows he’s made the right decision.

And When she leans down to feed him the scraps from their overgenerous breakfast?

He decides she can stay anytime she wants.  

And so she does.

Sometimes she goes home, a few times she doesn't. It doesn't seem to change much, she just slots right in whenever she's there.

Clint likes her more than ever, Lucky can tell, he laughs more and smiles longer, gives better scratches and extra treats.

Lucky likes her more. Clint understands that too. He lets Lucky stay in Natasha's flat when he's not around. Her flat is nice, it's warmer, bigger with more blankets but less pizza. She's kind, quieter, but they take longer walks and get cool toys for Natasha's flat.

It's pretty good having a second person to love.

It's good.

Until it isn't.

Until she comes back in tears wearing Clint's jumper.

She sits on the bed, brushing her fingers through his fur but she's not there. Not really.

"You'll be with me a while longer boy, Clint he-he got hurt. I'll look after you though, I can keep you safe."

Lucky nuzzles closer, he likes it when she talks to him. It means he's important and this sounded very important.

"I know- I love him too"

When Clint comes home he brings Natasha with him. He's not as fun, with these extra toys stuck to his arm and leg that he's not sharing. Which is not fair. Especially when he shares with Natasha laying his leg on her lap.

They're different now. They share things Lucky can't have, drinks, human toys that lucky just longs to play with and even kisses. Lots of kisses.

Kisses on the sofa, in the kitchen, on their bed.

Lucky puts a stop to it quickly. He whines and barks until Natasha pulls away to give him behind the ear scratches he craves.

"I think you love my dog more than you love me"

"Absolutely"

Clint scratches her then across her side's until she's laughing and he's laughing. Till it's so funny they're fighting apparently. Playing whatever game's Clint's new toys allows. But Lucky's persistent with his humans and soon they settle. Until Clint's head is also in Natashas lap.

"My boys" she mutters as she shakes her head and lucky decides it's high praise.

Natasha stays the night now more times then she doesn't. She even brings blankets and lights to add to Clint's bed, to snuggle with when watching TV at night.

"A man could get used to this," Clint says one quiet night when Natasha dozes in his arms and Lucky at his feet.

Lucky already is.

Well, that is until the boxes arrive.

They're everywhere and in everything. Making a mess, ruining his perfect little flat.

He does not like the boxes. So he sulks and sulks hiding away until the pizza box arrives and maybe they're not all bad after all.

The boxes eat away at the flat, until they'll have to go hungry, there is nothing left to eat. Abandoned with just Lucky for company.

Well Lucky and Clint, but he seems a little distracted lately.

"Hey Lucks" he whispers one morning, "Should we go for a walk?"

Of course, they should, Lucky's not too sure why the cars involved but he climbs in happily.

They park in a parking lot somewhere Lucky's never been before.

Clint clip's on his lead and smiles, "You're going to love it boy I promise"

They walk around the streets up and down and round and round this new maze Clints found, full of people, cars and a few friendly dogs. They find they're way out of the city and all the fun smells it contains to the sprawling fields and tall trees.

He sees Natasha a mile off and takes Clint straight to her.

She laughs fussing with Lucky before she kisses Clint. As it should be.

"Ready?" He asks.

"It'll be fine" She whispers opening the gate to the house they've stopped at.

It has a garden this new place, with its own trees and grass. Lucky thinks he might like it here, with whoever it is who lives here.

Clint smiles leading Lucky to the large house set in the center of the garden. It smells like Clint and when Natasha opens the door Lucky can see why. 

The boxes are back! And they're here!

The bed blanket's and his purple bowl and the toys from Natasha's house. Her books are on Clint's shelves and his TV with her speakers, all her shoes stored by his.

"Welcome home boy" Clint whispers.

They're staying.  It's nice having two humans, but it's better having a home.

Oh, they can stay. They can definitely stay.

[silver-wield]

Battle Banters

I might've missed a few party switching callouts because I don't switch active fighter from Tifa, but all the others I heard in battle and they're listed in order from the first time they occurred.

Cloud Strife solo battle call outs.

Nothing to it.

That it?

Concentrate.

Not bad.

Cya.

It's over.

Enough.

Let's go.

That's that.

Bring it.

Piece of cake.

You're dead.

A job's a job.

Should be easy.

Steady.

Brace yourself.

Seriously?

Job's done.

Going in.

Sorry.

Easy.

No turning back.

It's on now.

Tough, but doable.

Heads up, guys.

Gimme a break.

Whatever.

Think you got my number?

Most of these sound like he's trying to encourage himself. As chapters progress Cloud drops some earlier ones in favour of new ones, only to abandon them too. He has a few solid phrases by the end of the game, but a lot more battle banter with Barret and Tifa.

Some cut scene callouts only appear in the cut scene and not in regular battle.

His main call out is "Nothing to it," and functions as both an opening and closing statement. He shares a few call outs with Tifa (labelled in red).

Barret Wallace solo battle call outs.

Ain't got nuthin on me.

And there you have it.

Oh, we're done here.

Check out this shit right here.

That all you got?

Get your ass outta here.

Hey, Cloud, hang back while I deal with these pests.

Do yall know who you're dealing with?

Oh yeah, another one in the bag.

Boom, gotta love it.

Hope you don't mind if I fill you full of holes.

You goin down.

Suck on this.

And don't come back.

Yall never had a chance.

You're going down one way or another.

Cocky little bastards, aincha?

Suck it.

*Victory fanfare*

You really wanna throw down with me?

Ain't no thing.

How'd you like that?

Choke on it, asshole.

That's how it's done.

Check this shit out.

You almost had me there.

You want some of this? Then come get it.

Open wide, and suck on this.

Keep pouring it on.

Barret talks the most of everybody and swears the most. He has very few battle banters, but mostly looks to Cloud for praise and co operation with Tifa.

Barret's most used battle cry is "You really wanna throw down with me?"

Tifa Lockheart solo battle call outs.

Would kill for a shower.

Cya.

Bye.

You asked for it.

That's that.

It's over.

Come on.

No surprises there.

Bring it on.

Gotcha.

Too late.

That's a win.

Worked up a good sweat.

Pour it on.

Finish em off.

Bingo.

You're gonna feel this one.

No more games.

Coming through.

Give em your all.

Keep it up.

If this is what you want.

Got your number!

Nothings gonna stop me.

Seriously?

Don't think you'll walk away from this.

Gotta make a stand.

Time to fly.

Focus.

You're down.

Give it up.

Get em.

No more games, it's over.

I won't give up.

Let's finish it.

Tifa's got a few solid phrases she repeats which encourage herself and her teammates, even if they don't reply.

Tifa's most common battle cry is "You're gonna feel this one."

She has some flirty battle banter with Cloud and co operative, friendly banter with Barret, but doesn't initiate battle callouts, which is in keeping with her character of not looking for a fight.

Aerith Gainsborough solo battle call outs.

Go on.

*screams*

Okay then.

Glad that's over.

Moving on then.

*whimpers*

Just go away.

You could always run away, right?

And we're safe.

Sorry, but we're in a rush.

Err, we'll this isn't good.

Just leave us alone.

This one's for you.

Stay back.

Now that's just mean.

That wasn't so bad.

You don't wanna make me mad.

C ya around.

I really wish you wouldn't.

One more shot.

Not being playable for as long as the others, she doesn't have as many call outs.

The most common phrase she says is "this one's for you".

Cloud's banters are protective towards her, with her arguing his role. She has no battle banter with anyone else.

Cloud -> Tifa Battle Banter

Opening battle banter

Keep your cool. No need to worry

Here I go. Right behind you.

Don't hold back. You got it.

Won't be tough. Of course not.

This won't take long. Not at all.

No match. Not at all.

Now, get in there. Yup, I hear you loud and clear.

Heads up. Here I go.

Let's end this quick. Not a prob.

Move aside. Make way, coming through.

Active fighter switch (tbf I kept forgetting to do this so I might have missed some)

It's on you. OK, let's go

Deal with that. All set.

End of battle banter

You're good at this. Told you so.

Keep those gloves up. Sure thing, coach.

Just like that, okay? I gotcha.

Tifa -> Cloud battle banter

Opening battle banter

Move over. Coming through.

Active fighter switch

Good luck. Let's do this.

Watch yourself. Taking over.

Mind taking over? I got this.

You're up. My turn.

Good luck. Alright.

You're up. I got this.

End of battle banter

None.

Cloud -> Barret battle banter

Opening battle banter.

Try to keep up. (...)

Don't get in my way. Are you trying to start something?

Time to do you thing, big man. You better watch my back.

Give em hell. I'm gonna enjoy this.

You ready? I was born ready.

Give em hell. And then some.

Turn up the pressure. Sounds like a plan.

Give it all you got. It'll be my pleasure.

Go all out. Oh I plan to.

Active fighter switching

Don't overdo it. Yeah, I'll overdo it

It's my time to shine. Or go down in flames.

.... need my help do ya?

Take the lead. Guess it's my turn.

It's on you. About damn time.

End of battle banter

No time to celebrate. Sure there is.

That was easy. Sure it was.

We make a decent team. Who would've thought?

Keep it up, man. Yeah, you too.

Good job. Whatever, man, let's go.

Barret -> Cloud

Opening battle banter

We gotta whole lotta company. No shit.

Don't even think about running. Why would I?

Don't mind us yall, just passing through. If only.

Don't hold nuthin back. Copy.

Let's give em hell. And then some.

Let's do this. Copy.

This'll be a walk in the park. Finish it quick.

Check this shit out. Okay.

Active fighter switching

Do your job merc. Shut up and move over.

End of battle banter

That was something else. That was nothing.

*Victory fanfare* *Sighs*

Hey did you see me in action? Must've missed it.

That was pretty damn good, huh? Let's keep it up.

Now that is what I call teamwork. Hmmph.

Keep it coming. One step at a time.

That was pretty damn good, huh? Let's keep it up.

Tifa -> Barret Battle Banter

Opening battle banter

None

Active fighter switching

Good luck. Alright.

You got this? I got this!

End of battle banter

None

Barret -> Tifa Battle Banter

Opening battle banter

Ain't no walking away from this. So you better run.

Ain't nothing to worry about. Not a bit.

Hit em hard and fast. Sounds good.

Gonna take you all out. One by one till your all done.

Getting tired of your shit. This is ridiculous.

Time to go wild. You said it.

Active fighter switching

Give em hell. All set.

End of battle banter

Nothing's gonna stop us. You would say that.

Let's move move move. Not so fast.

Hell yeah. Maybe dial it back a little?

Triple A Trio Battle Banter

Come on guys we've almost got this. Bring it on. Let's show em what we're made of.

That's that. Sure hope no one else knows we're here. Come on, we need to move.

Cloud -> Aerith Battle Banter

Opening battle banter

Leave this to me. (...)

This isn't a game, focus. Trust me, I'm focused.

I've got this. Doncha mean we've got this?

Try to stay behind me. That way I can cover your back.

I'll protect you. I'm pretty good at protecting myself you know.

Leave this to me. I don't think so.

Active fighter switching

(...) So, it's my turn?

End of battle banter

None

Aerith -> Cloud Battle Banter

Opening battle banter

Get em. (...)

It's awake. Gonna wish it kept sleeping.

No need to get rough. Stay back.

Active fighter switching

None

End of battle banter

Someone looks like they're in their element. I've fought scarier things in my sleep.

That wasn't so bad. (...)

[bruhimaunicorn]

Stitches, Bolts, and a little baby named Rose.

Paring: DarylxReader

Summary : The one where you’re pregnant, the prison falls, and you run into a familiar face...

Warnings : Angst. Zombies. Cursing. All the good walking dead stuff. Fluff. Birth.

A/N : This is placed during season four after the prison falls! I’m currently accepting requests so if you have something you want to see let me know! Also, who else misses Hershel ?

PAST

“ You’re sick, Y/N. You need to get to — “ Hershel warns you as your doubled over, tossing every content of your stomach up. He’s rubbing your back comfortingly, but you couldn’t feel more alone. “ — I’m not sick like that “ You barely whisper, hoping you can get the message across. Your eyeing the ground as you heave to get your breath back, but you can picture the look on his face. You hadn’t told anyone yet , not even Daryl, but you had to tell Hershel to prevent getting put in the same cell block as those that are sick . Who knows what that would mean for your baby? 

He’s a loss for words you believe, but you dare to look up at the man. And for some reason, the crazy man was smiling. Like this was good news at a time like this. “ Why are you -“ you stop to hold your breath as a second wave of nausea hits you, “ S-smiling?”. The back of your hand is attempting to block any smells from entering your nose and it occurs to the older man that he’s never seen you so vulnerable, but he doesn’t drop his smile “ It’s a blessing, Y/N. You smile when they happen “. If you had the energy, you’d roll your eyes at him, but all you can give him is a grunt “ Was it such a blessing for, Lori? “. You expect for his smile to drop at the mention of her name, but it doesn’t. He just shakes his head. He can see right through you. You’re just scared. But he’s seen you with, Judith. You and Daryl were the first to truly take care of the girl when , Rick lost his mind.

He's seen the light in your eyes as you held the baby close to you and how it grew bigger when, Daryl would take her from you. And he knows you didn't come from a great childhood and nether did Daryl, but you'd be great parents. " Have you told him? " Hershel ignores your attitude. This earns a scoff, as if it's clear you hadn't. Daryl would be on you like a hawk if you had told him. There'd be know way he'd go on the run knowing you're pregnant. And you're people need the medicine. More than you needed to tell the father . " And why not? " Hershel crouches down, face to face with you now. He glances at the scar on your cheek , remembering the night you returned after you had been taken by some creeps that got the better of you when you were out on a run by yourself.

You killed them all by the time the sun set, but no one knew you’d been taken. And it really killed, Daryl. Which could easily answer Hershel’s question. Daryl didn't leave you alone for a month after that. He could only imagine if you would've told him now. " It can wait till’ tomorrow ". Hershel nods and rubs a kind hand over your back. There’s bigger issues to handle right now. " Let's get you inside, huh? " He offers after you seem to get yourself together. You nod and he helps you back to your cell, only leaving when you're comfortable in bed, and he smiles to himself as the thought of a little Y/N running around the prison.

If he only knew what the future held for you instead...

PRESENT DAY

" C-Can you hear me?! " The person infront of you yells, but your vision is blurry and you can't form the words to acknowledge him. You fell running from the dead, that are currently trying to surround you and you know you should run, but you can't. You need to get up. You need to save your baby. " Y/N ! " The man yells again, and you wonder how the blurry stranger knows your name, but it's the lease of your worries as he begins to pick you up and all you can do is think back to the prison—and how you were taken all that time ago. But you can't muster up the energy to fight him as he trudges around the walkers to hopefully get you to safety. God knows you can't at the moment.

Your eyes try to adjust as you can hear bullets hit their targets and you briefly notice the brown staff hanging from the stranger’s person as your head hangs over his arm. Your brain tries to concentrate for just a moment, trying to remember who that person you knew that used one, but it fails you as your eyes roll back into your head.

" Hey " You mumble, barely awake when Daryl gets back from the run. Daryl narrows his eyes at you, setting his crossbow to the floor " What are you doin' in bed ? ". It's not like you to be in bed this early in the day. " Wasn't feeling well is all. Feeling better now. How was the run? " You explain, sitting up slightly hoping the world doesn't start spinning on you. He looks you up and down as if he believes other wise, but trusts your word. " Got the meds. Still in one piece " He sits next to you, taking a closer look at your pale skin.

" Good " You smile. He then puts his hand to your forehead as if you wouldn't tell him if you got the illness going around and you swat his hand away " I told you I'm fine". " Don't look fine " He points, eyes grazing your own. He knows something's wrong. Even if you might be fine now. Something was wrong. You couldn’t hide anything from him. Sighing at the very fact, you swing your legs out from under the blankets and you grab your knees " I threw up earlier ". He's quiet as he takes the information in. You don't have the illness. You'd be burning up by now. You sense his confusion and put it to rest " I'm pregnant, Daryl".

And you expect him to freak out. To be afraid. But he just sits there and lets a pregnant pause fill the air. Eventually, he brings his nail to his lip and lets out a deep breath, but no words are shared. It makes you wonder what's going through his head. If he wants this. If he wants this with you. Yes, you have been together for a long time, but this was never discussed. Never on the table. And with the childhood you both had, you never planned on having kids. " Are you sure? " He asks, breaking the silence. He knows you wouldn't tell him if you weren't, but he had to hear you say it. " Yes". He lets out a deep breath and places a hand on yours, squeezing it as he does " We'll make it work. It'll be ok. I won't let anythin' happen to you ".

He seems so sure in his words. It comforts you slightly. " Do you want this? " You then question. His eyes narrow at you again " T'hell does that mean? ". " Do you want this with me? " You clarify. Scoffing, he resists the urge to roll his eyes at you " What kind of stupid question is tha' ? ". You bite your lip as he stares you down. You've never had something so certain in your before. If you did, it would always leave. So you were giving him the option now, instead of waiting for the other shoe to fall. His eyes soften as it crosses his mind. " You're mine. This baby? Is mine. Got it? ". You nod, your heart warming, and he leans in to push your hair away from your face " M'not going anywhere ". You grab his hand and place a small kiss to it " Me either ".

You're ripped from your memories as something is tugging at the side of your head, causing your eyes to flutter open. There's a bright light over your head as the tugging continues, but your vision still isn't strong enough to make out your surroundings. You must've really hit your head. " You awake? " A deep voice asks you and you wonder if it's best to pretend other wise. Suddenly, the figure leans over you as to remind you his power over you at the moment " You with me?". Slowly, you nod. He sits back down and continues cleaning the wound on the side of your head " Cut it pretty good, but it will only need a few stitches ".

Only a few.

" You're going to want some of this " He offers a strange bottle to your lips. It smells of whiskey and you push it away with no explanation. " Suit yourself " It sounds as if he takes his own sip, but you're not sure. He proceeds to thread a needle before letting it pierce your skin. At first, you groan at the pain, but hold it in as you don't want whoever this is to see your weakness. That could get you killed. He loops the thread through your skin four times before ending your pain and cutting the thread from the needle. " It's not my best work, probably have a scar, but it'll keep you from dying " He acknowledges.

You watch his blurred figure put his surgical supplies away and when he returns, he sits infront of you " How's the vision? ". He proceeds to wave a finger infront of you, but stops as you don't attempt to follow it. " Should return to you in a couple of days ". He then helps you sit up, noticing how reluctant you are to accept his help " When I saw you, I thought about leaving you there to die, but then I remembered the last time we met. Do you remember it? ". You don't give a response. " You cared for me. Even when I swung a knife at you, you cared for me and told me there was a place for me... Even though I wasn't in my right mind. I'm still not " He reminisced. And then it hit you.

" Morgan? " You question, thinking about the time you found him in that town with Rick. " Surprised? ". You don't have a long history with the man, but at least you know you're safe-ish. " It's been awhile " You tell the man, reaching to touch your stitches. He cut the hair there to do so and you flinch when you come in contact with it. " You'll be fine. Couple days tops. Then you'll be on your way ". It's clear he wants you gone after that. " Fair enough".

After he's made himself clear, he leaves you alone in the blurry room.

--

Days pass slowly now. You believe it's been five, but you aren't too sure since Morgan keeps you locked in the room. He only comes in to give you food and to let you use the restroom. Today is no different. He comes in on schedule with a plate of food and orange juice, but he doesn't expect the smell to make you sick. " Mor- " He begins to greet you, but stops as he watches you grab at your stomach at the smell of bacon. " Oh god - " You hold your hand over your mouth before pushing past him and rushing outside. Immediately, you empty your stomach and grasp the grass beneath you. Morgan runs out after you, expecting this to be some form of betrayal, but stops at the door as he finds you sick.

It's all too clear to him why you're throwing up in his yard and he doesn't know how to respond to it. It reminds him of his wife— how she use to get so sick at the smell of meat too when she was pregnant. His stomach twists uncomfortably as you go through this alone. Where’s the father? Why did he find you alone and at deaths door? You wipe at your mouth as you try to recover and as you feel Morgan eyes on you , you sigh " I'll be on my way ". You push off of the ground, the cold air chilling your bones, and head to collect your things from him, but he stops you from entering his home. Your eyesight still isn't the best, but you can see the look on his face.

" How far along are you? ". You instinctively cradle your stomach as if you could protect your baby this way " Six weeks ". He drops his eyes to your stomach where you clutch at your shirt. You aren't showing yet. No it's too soon,but you would after another six. He couldn't send you out there by yourself. He has more than enough to keep you and your baby alive and healthy. And even though he's still not all together mentally, he knows this is what's right. " You're not going anywhere. You can stay here". Your eyebrows knit in confusion at his offer. Just a couple of days ago he wanted you gone. And you still have to find Daryl. There's no way you are staying here. Morgan senses your reluctance " How long do you think you're going to make it out there? By yourself? Not even one good eye to see those things before they see you ".

" I'll be fine, Morgan. I have to find them " You admit your mission. He mentally sighs at you, but doesn't stand down" That baby won't survive it. You might, but it won't ". His determination makes you question his motives. You know he's right, but why does he care about your baby? " Why do you care? You wanted me gone as soon as I was better ".

He doesn't answer your question, only extends his offer in desperation " I'll help you find your friends if you stay".

--

3 MONTHS LATER

You're currently digging in Morgan's garden, preparing it for the spring as the weather recently started to warm. It's not anywhere close to staying that way, but you want to get it ready. Morgan is out checking the fences to check for any breaches before the two of you continue your search for your family. And while there haven’t been a lot of leads on to where they could've gone, you won't stop looking. Even when you're nine months pregnant. You sigh at the thought and look down at your stomach. It's slightly round, but if you untuck your shirt no one could tell. And when you noticed the fact, your first urge was to tell Daryl. Like he was right there. And it killed you to remember he's not.

" The baby will like to play here " Morgan smiles, approaching the garden now. You know he's just trying to make you smile, but you don't want to be here that long. You thought Morgan would be distant with all things considered, but after he warmed up to you it seemed like you were the reason he got out of bed every day. You and the baby that is. He notices your frowning at the thought and he remembers the fact that you should be sharing this time with the baby's father. You get off of your knees and remove your gloves " Let's get going ".

You both head for his car and ride out to where you last left off, a map in your hands showing all of the areas searched " I was thinking we should hit this place next. Seems like a good place to hold up for a few months ". Morgan looks to where your pointing on the map with your red marker and nods in agreement. It takes about thirty minutes to get to said place, but once there you're ready to jump out and search the neighborhood infront of you. But of course, Morgan stops you and reminds you to let him search first. And he does before deeming it clear to let you out of the car. The pair of you then creep into the quiet neighborhood in hopes you find some sign of your loved ones.

The first couple of houses are a bust, but as you and Morgan clear the fifth he notices you drifting up stairs. " Y/N ! " He grunts, following you up them to find you inspecting dry blood on the floor. Morgan follows your eyes before a walker reveals himself at the end of the hallway. " I'll handle it " Morgan decides, as you don't have the chance to even get a good look at it. You watch him prepare his attack before your eyes land on something sticking out of it. Realizing what it is, you scramble over to the now dead walker and yank the item out of it. " What is it? " Morgan asks you. " I-it's a bolt for a crossbow " You explain, looking at the blood covered bolt like it's your whole world right now. Morgan tries to read between the lines, but fails. Why is a bolt important?

You examine it further , knowing fully well that you carved initials into Daryl’s bolts for this very reason, and after wiping some of the blood off of it you find your carvings.

D.D.

And maybe it's the hormones, or maybe it's the fact that this is your first sign of him since loosing him, but you begin to cry. " Y/N? " Morgan questions, crouching down to your level to try and comfort you. He lays a hand on your shoulder as you let the tears fall, but it's short lived as you both hear groans from outside. You wipe at your face , stuffing the bolt in your bag, and join Morgan who is now at a window looking down.

And what you find isn't comforting one bit, it's a whole group of walkers.

--

It was hard to get out of that, but somehow you both did without a scratch on either of you. And once you both got back to his house, you begin planning how soon you'd be going back. " I'm thinking we give it a day or two to clear- " You're thinking aloud, your map out again, but Morgan interrupts you " A day or two? Y/N we barely got out of there ". You don't pay him any mind " - should be enough time for a group that size. Need to get back to that house too ". Morgan groans aloud and yanks the map from your grip " We’re not going back! ". And like the bear he just poked, you jump to your feet and dare him to stop you " Yes we are! I found his bolt , Morgan! This is the closest we've been in months! ".

He tosses the map to the side " Yes, you found a bolt! Who knows how long it's been there?! We could've died for a bolt! Is that what you want ! ". Your cheeks are red as he says the obvious, but you can't accept it. He's out there. All of them are. He can see your want to continue to argue, but he needs you to see reason. If not for yourself, for the baby. One of these days you wouldn't be fast enough. Or strong enough. And you'd die. " They're gone! Long gone , Y/N ! Stop risking your life for ghosts! " he yells, and he watches the hurt spread across your face. Your eyes water and for a moment he wishes he hadn't said it, but it needed to be said.

" D-don't you think I think of that every day?! How they might be dead?! How h- " You let the tears poor as you clutch your stomach ," Every day I wake up and face the facts that I might have this baby alone! That they'll never know their dad or what it's like to have a family! And I sit in that bed and cry. Every morning! And then we find this bolt and you want to take that away from me! From my baby! ". You’re sobbing by the time you finish and , Morgan watches as you fall back into your chair " What would you give to have your wife back, Morgan?! WHAT?! ". Your free hand comes to cover your face and he could see how hard you’re trying to keep it all together. He approaches you slowly and kneels infront of you, offering a comforting hand, but you smack it away " Don't touch m-me ".

He ignores you and rubs your knee " I'd give anything to be with her again. I know that pain. But it got, Dwayne killed. My blindness killed my son. Do you want the same for your child? ".

You don't answer him, but it's clear that you'd have to put your wants and needs behind you. This baby needs to come first.

--

5 MONTHS LATER

" It's really coming together now " Morgan grins at his hard work. You roll your eyes with a smirk at the man and place a teddy bear into the crib he built " I'm not going to compliment you , Morgan. Forget it ". He lets out a genuine laugh at you, pointing to your baby bump " The little one will agree with me. Just wait ‘till it's born. You'll see ". Your hand drops to the large bump, glad that Morgan is excited for the baby to come. It's truly better than doing this alone. And this baby was doing something good in, Morgan. He was happier than when you met him. He would sing in the mornings, force you to dance with him when you got to thinking about the past, always bring back something for the baby when he went out, and you never miss the way he looks at the baby's room.

This baby wasn't just your blessing, but it was his. This was his redemption. " I think it'll like it here. This is a home now " Morgan grins, proving your point. " Alright , grandpa. I think what this baby will like is a apple " You joke, making your way to the kitchen. He follows behind you and leans against the counter as you cut one, waiting to help you sit down. This last month of pregnancy is really kicking your butt. You need help getting in and out of bed, up and down from a chair, and basically everything in between. But you try to help him in return by cooking , tending to the garden, and cleaning. You don't want him to think you aren't pulling your own weight.

You turn to look for the secret ingredient to add to the apple, only to find Morgan holding it. His smile is wide still " Did you think I'd forget ? ". You snatch the salt from his hand and tap some onto your apple , mocking him " Did you think I'd forget? ". He laughs at you and your hormones before helping you sit down to have your snack. " Why salt ? " He questions as you seem to be in love with the food in your mouth. You shrug, not bothering to reply as you devour the apple. " The baby likes it " You explain, rubbing your stomach once again. Sure, the baby gives you the weirdest cravings, sits on your bladder at all odd hours of the night, and keeps you up with all of its kicking, but you'd do anything for it.

As if it agrees, you get a sharp pain in your stomach. You grab at the spot and hiss slightly , the kicks have never been this hard. " You ok? " Morgan asks, but you don't have a chance to respond as you get another one right after. You grab the table tightly causing Morgan to come to your aid. " What is it? Is it the baby ? " He worries. And if you weren't in so much pain, you'd appreciate the true concern. " I- AH " You groan again, biting your lip now. Morgan notices the signs and attempts to get you out of the chair " Y/N — I think you're having contractions. We need to get you to the bed ". You shake your head at him, suddenly terrified at the thought. " Y/N - " . " - No! Not without, Daryl " You almost whine and tears begin brimming your eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen without him. He's supposed to be here with you. " Y/N this baby isn't going to wait on anyone! It's either the bed or this floor! ".

You groan at him, flashing him the angriest eyes he could ever imagine, but let him guide you to your room.

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8 HOURS LATER

" They’re getting closer together now. You're going to need to start pushing soon " Morgan instructs from his place at your feet. You're sweating at this point and you can't help, but feel sad right now. Daryl’s supposed to be here pushing the hair out of your face and telling you to suck it up. That this was going to be worth it. " Morgan " You whimper, eyes locked on the bolt laying with some other belongings. Morgan rubs your ankles " I know, Y/N, but it's time ". It's the first time he's really acknowledged how painful this is for you and you appreciate how hard he's tried to keep your mind off of all of this pain.

You let out a deep breath and give him a nod, this baby isn't going to wait on anyone. " Now give me ten seconds of pushing and then you get a long break, you hear me? " Morgan asks, but it's not like you have any other choice but to accept. Nodding, you begin to push as he holds up his end of the bargain. And God, did it hurt. You've been beaten, shot, stabbed, and even fell off a two story house once, but did this take the cake. Those ten seconds feel like hours.

And the long break? It's a lie.

Every time you think you catch your breath, you're right back at it. " Oh—Fuck me! " You scream, causing Morgan to continue to encourage you. He's constantly telling you ' you're doing great! ' or ' keep going , almost there! ' and you're ready to kill him. How would he know if you're doing great? Does he have a baby coming out of him?!" I see the head! " Morgan announces, giving you some relief. This is almost over. " Give me one more big push! " He demands. You grind your teeth and push with all your might, somewhere in the back of your mind reminding you that after this is over you'll have your baby.

And it takes a huge push to bring her into this world. What else could you expect? It's Daryl’s kid. " Oh my- Hello! " Morgan laughs, revealing your baby from under the sheet that was your one line of privacy. Her cry fills the room and all you can do is stare at her. " It's a girl! " Morgan declares and clips the cord so you can hold her. " A girl " You whisper to her, as if she's the only one in the room now. She's crying as you let her lay on your chest and suddenly you don't feel alone anymore. A few tears slip down your face and she looks up at you, big blue eyes taking their first look around.

And it takes your breath away.

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1 MONTH LATER

" Hey now, that's not how you treat Grandpa! " Morgan teases the little one in his arms as she spits up on his shirt. She doesn't seem to care as , Morgan wipes her mouth with the burp cloth " Yeah, I know. You're just like your mom. You don't care ". This earns a smirk from you as you watch from the sink, washing out her baby bottles " That's a compliment. Ain't that right, Rose ? ". She coos , almost like she's trying to agree, and Morgan gasps at her " After all I do for you! I thought we were best friends! ". You contently continue washing dishes as you listen to their banter. It's been a month since you had little, Rose and this is what every day usually consists of.

And Morgan couldn't be more in love. The little girl is his best friend truly. So, you didn't mind giving him the title Grandpa. You don’t have parents and neither did , Daryl so why not? Finishing your task, you leave them to dry and sit back down on the couch to be near her. " It's almost nap time, isn't it ? " He coos down at her and you agree. " I guess I'll be handing you back to, mommy then " He smiles down at the baby, but you wave your hand " Go ahead. I know you want to ". He jumps at the opportunity, rocking her all the way to her crib, and you sigh happily. No, this isn't how you pictured the first month with your daughter would be, but in its own way it was perfect. Rose just has a way of putting people back together again.

You take the opportunity to close your eyes, learning it's best you try and get your sleep on her time and not your own, but as you do something catches your eye. You narrow them at the window across from you and try to make out what exactly caught your eye, and it turns out to be a walker. " How did you get past the fence? " You whisper, reaching to your side for your knife. Since it's only one, you let Morgan stay with Rose , and exit the home to take care of it. It only takes a minute to kill it seeing as it's a old one, but when it drops to the ground you don't find any barb wire marks. Which means it didn't have to fight to get through ...

You look around as if you expect the worse, but you only hear it. The groans, the dragging of feet, and the chilling reminder of fear runs down your spine. Instinctively, you run back into the house " Morgan! ". He jumps out of his chair to see exactly what was so important that you'd risk waking, Rose from her nap and as soon as he opens the door, you’re there ready to retrieve her bags " We need to go! ". Morgan doesn't question you and runs for his own belongings, leaving you to grab her ' Escape bags '. This had been a plan made long ago. Bags should be packed in case of an emergency, and this was a big one. If walkers got through without any harm... Someone had cut your fence. Someone was watching you.

Scooping Rose from her bed, you carefully place her in her carrier as Morgan bursts back in with your bag as well. " What happened? " He questions, taking lead as you have the baby. You follow him down to the cellar, closing the door behind you, and begin the dark walk to the exit. " Someone's cut our fence. They let walkers through " You give the short explanation, hoping Rose doesn't begin to cry. If someone is after you and not just the house, she'd be a dinner bell. " We know the plan " , Morgan assures, " We follow it and we'll all be fine ". Reaching the exit, he barely peaks through the cellar door. He doesn't find any danger, so he guides you to follow him. You climb up the stairs and as soon as your back outside, you both book it for the car.

It was too quiet. Someone was definitely watching you all. Morgan feels the same way, but forces you both in the back seat before he throws himself in the drivers seat. If they wanted this house so bad, they could have it. You adjust Rose's carrier to click into the car seat as , Morgan speeds through the clearing in the woods. He's rapidly looking in the rearview mirror, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever threatened his family like this, as you just focus on your daughter. " She ok? " Morgan asks, the thickness back in his voice that you remember from so long ago. He's in protection mood. " She's fine " You assure, your own thickness coming out as you watch your daughter flicker her eyes around. This is what you had to focus on. Not the plan, or Morgan, but her.

But there's one thing the plan didn't cover... Where do you go after?

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1 ONE WEEK LATER

The week after you lost your home wasn't the easiest. You couldn't stop anywhere longer then a night before the walkers swarmed, Georgia itself had no where to turn for two people and a baby to survive as the raiders seemed to claim every place possible, and if you dared to even roll the window down it's like a swarm of walkers would be upon you. You didn't have any idea where to go, but you couldn't keep sleeping in a car with a one month old who cries every time the wind blows. Morgan has to be thinking the same as he searches the map for any idea of somewhere to hold up in. Somewhere that he could make last.

He glances over at you , you're fighting your sleep as Rose happily gets hers and he frowns at the sight. This wasn't a life for you. Georgia just isn't safe anymore. His eyes glance around the map as if a state would scream safety, but they don't. Yet, he picks Washington. He just feels strongly about it. So he starts the car again and heads towards the state. He just needs to make a place safe again for the two of you. " Just seven hundred miles to go ... " He whispers to himself. He doesn't know what waits for him or for you, but he'd make it ok. He had to.

Thankfully, the nine hour drive is spent during the night. You wouldn't wake up and question him until Rose got hungry, instead of every minute the sun peaked through the windows, and even then you just quietly fed and burped the baby, before she eventually fell back asleep. The beauty of new borns. And eventually, he got you both to Washington. The sun wasn't even high in the sky when he passed the bloody greeting sign as he entered the state. He doesn't take that as a red flag, instead gives it a wave like any new grandfather would do. He looks back in the mirror to find, Rose staring back at him and it's as if this confirms his choice.

Little does he know , Alexandria is only an hour away. And conveniently near the exact spot, Rose would decide she couldn't spend another minute in the car.

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" Rose— sweetie I know " You try to soothe your baby, but she just isn't having it. You've changed her, fed her, and sang every nursery rhyme in the book. " Maybe we should pull over and stretch our legs " Morgan suggests, finding this stretch of road hasn't held one walker for ten minutes. You look for yourself and give into your daughter’s wishes " Ok, ok. We'll get some fresh air ". Morgan slows down and pulls to the side of the road, clearing the area around you before you step out with, Rose. She's still fussy at first, but slowly calms at the sight of a butterfly. " Thank, God " You let out a deep breath. Morgan reaches out for her so you can stretch and you hand her over, stuffing your gun in your waist band.

Morgan sways with the baby and points at the butterfly as you take a look around. It's going to be a sunny day by the looks of it, you'd have to make it a point to stop again and let Rose get some vitamin D . You let yourself lean against the car, taking a moment to catch your breath, but you jerk slightly at the sound of a twig snapping. Instantly, you pull your pistol and search for whatever is the source whilst Morgan comes to your side. He's not aware of the situation as he bounces , Rose slightly. " Get in the car. Now! " You whisper/yell at him. He looks around quickly, revealing his strained eyes , and does as you command.

You're searching every tree, every bush with your eyes as you wait for another noise. No way would you get caught off guard again. And then the strangest of things happens. A man, a little shorter than Morgan, walks into the middle of the road with his hands up. He's got a friendly smile like he just moved into the neighborhood or something, causing you to search the trees again. Is this a trap? We're they waiting for you to let your guard down? You decide to cut his walk short and meet him half way, but still keeping a safe distance. He stretches that friendly smile once in talking distance. You don't return it.

" I'm Aaron, don't worry I'm not here to hurt you. We just saw a car - " He begins, but you're already ready to shoot him " - We? Who's we? Do you really think I won't kill you and your friends ? Huh?! ". His eyes widen at your threat, but he attempts to calm you down " No- no ! I have a community! We have watch posts and one of the women saw a car coming our way! ". Your eyes narrow as you look for any sign of a watch post, praying he is just looking out for his community and that you don't have to waste ammo on killing him , but you can't see any. Tilting your head to the side, you glare at the man " Is this some fuckin' game to you? Who are you really?! ". His eyes are filled with fear , but he extends out his hand as a white flag " I've- I've got pictures. Just let me show you them ". You click the hammer back on your pistol, but motion for him to reach into his bag " Slowly ".

He keeps eye contact with you as he does, before tossing four of them your way. You carefully reach for them, pistol aimed at his heart the whole time, and examine them. The first one you see is of walls, the second a group of people who actually seem to be happy, and the rest seem to paint a picture of a sanctuary. " Why are you out here, Aaron ? Alone? " You question, eyes glancing back and forth. He seems to be relieved as you aren't yelling at him anymore " I'm always looking for people who need a place to go. And when we saw you, and then the baby.. We couldn't let you go without offering ". Instinctively, you look back to the car to see the outline of your child. " We have a baby back at Alexandria as well" He assures, but how could you trust him?

He's a stranger. " Sounds too good to be true " You retort, looking back to the man again. He lets out a small smile as if he thought the same " Yeah—it does. But it's real. Come see for yourself. You don't like it? You can leave. No harm done ". You stare him down for a long moment. Why is he being so nice? Turning on your heels, you walk back to the car and Morgan rolls down the window. " He says he has a community down the road —that we're welcome to join. He showed me pictures. Should we check it out? ". Morgan's face twists in thought, Rose drooling on his shoulder. You move to wipe her mouth with her cloth as Morgan sighs out loud. " I'll check it out. You stay here with, Rose. If it's good, I'll come back for you. If not, be ready to go ". Nodding, you switch places with the man and adjust to the seat.

You watch , Morgan follow the man down the road and pray that this would all be ok.

--

Morgan looks around at the gates that shield this place from the rest of the world. " It's pretty great, isn't it ? " Aaron grins in appreciation, but Morgan doesn't return it. This could all turn bad in two seconds and he's ready to wipe that grin off of his face if need be. " Open the gate! " Aaron calls to two women up on watch, Morgan counting exactly who he needs to take out first. The gates open on command infront of the unlikely pair, before he's greeted with so many friendly faces. People are walking around without a care like—like it's another Sunday in the neighborhood, but he doesn't miss that some of them are armed. He's then greeted by a Korean man who by the looks of it is signing off on some board. " New guy? " He asks Aaron after he's finished with his task, a small smile on his face.

" This is Morgan, Morgan meet Glenn " Aaron introduces. Glenn offers out his hand and , Morgan hesitantly shakes it. Glenn notices it and offers his opinion " Look, I was the same way when we got here, but this place? It's good. We've made it good". Morgan takes it into consideration, but doesn't comment on it. " He's with a woman and a baby. Wants to make sure this place is up to par before they come as well " Aaron offers, scratching his head as he realizes he never got your name " What was her name ? ". Morgan looks to Aaron again, debating on rather telling him or not, but decides it's fine since he already knows his" Y/N ". Aaron takes it into account, but all of the sudden , Glenn grabs Morgan's shoulder " Y/N? You said Y/N ? And a baby right ?!".

Morgan shoves the hand off of him, his hand reaching for his staff. How does he seem to know you? " Oh—oh my god! Wait here! ". Morgan watches him run off to god knows where and waits for the shoe to drop. " Where's he off to? " Maggie calls down to, Aaron from watch causing Morgan to look up at the woman. Aaron shrugs " I think he knows our guests ". Maggie narrows her eyes at , Morgan and climbs down the ladder to examine the situation " What's your name?". Maggie holds her hand over her eyes to block out the sun and Morgan's happy that finally someone here isn't as welcoming. That someone has sense. " Morgan ". Maggie looks to Aaron as the name isn't familiar to her, but Aaron explains " He's with a woman. Names Y/N, she has a baby ".

He watches her hold her stomach, like you use to, as tears brim her eyes " Oh my god ". Morgan begins to question what exactly is going on, but is interrupted as Glenn is running back now. And he's not alone. Two men accompany him now, all of them running for the entrance. But he recognizes one of them, it was Rick. And suddenly it all makes since. This was your people. And they were alive. " Morgan?! " Rick questions, the other unfamiliar man not bothering to ask questions and just readies a vehicle. " What's he doing, Rick " Morgan ignores ricks astonishment, pointing to who he'd find is Daryl. Rick looks to Daryl and then back to Morgan " That's Y/N's husband, Daryl". Morgan can feel the relief wash over him. He's alive. He's going to meet his baby for the first time. Rose would have her father.

" Let's go! " Daryl yells at them all, climbing inside of the car. " Mind showing us where she is? " Rick smiles, Glenn and Maggie already climbing into the car to greet you.

Morgan finally smiles at his old friend and nods " I'd be happy too ".

--

Swaying Rose outside of the car, you bite your lip in anticipation. Where's Morgan? Why is it taking so long for him to get back to you? Your heart pounds for your friend and Rose whimpers at you as if she can feel your anxiety. " It's ok, Rose. Mama’s fine and so is grandpa " You promise, placing a kiss to her head. You continue to sway her in pace before you hear the sound of two cars coming your way and you panic at the noise, but stall in place as Morgan leans out the window of one of them. You narrow your eyes at the man, wondering why he has such a big smile on his face, and shield Rose from their sight.

You trust Morgan, but these people are strangers. You let the cars pull to a stop, Morgan the first to step out, and he nods at you to let the people exit the vehicles. You nod back and Morgan motions them to come out. The first person you see is, Rick causing your eyes to double. Is this real? Was he really walking towards you? " Rick?! " You call, feet already moving towards him. He laughs happily at your sight, but it's when Daryl steps out that you stop in your tracks. He'd been watching you, making sure this wasn't some sick joke, but when he saw you rush to Rick, he knew. " Y-you're not here " You mumble in disbelief. This had to be a dream. Rose squirms in your arms as she lets out a soft cry and you look down at your child. Her wet tears prove that you aren't dreaming and it only takes that amount of time for, Daryl to reach the both of you.

His hands come to your face, examining you for hisself, and you smile at him with tears filling your eyes " It's you ". He nods, wanting to grab you into his arms and never let you go again, but there's a little baby that's stopping him. His eyes drop to the little girl, finding his features in hers, and he looks back up as if he's asking for permission. You nod and gently hand him the baby, only for her to slow her cries at the sight of him. It was like she knew. She sniffles at him and you take the opportunity to introduce the two " This is , Rose ". He looks to you out of the corner of your eye before back down at her " Rose huh? ". Smiling, you nod and he brings the baby to his chest. She adjusts to it, cooing at the affection, and you know that it just makes his day. " I thought you were gone. Both of you " He takes a shaky breath, tears brimming his own eyes.

You nod in return and he wraps his free arm around you, your face finding his chest as well. And this felt like home. Rose likes having you so close , sending out another coo, and Daryl laughs happily down at her " Ya' like that huh? ". He's already in love with the little girl, but Maggie inches her way into your little reunion. She gives Daryl a questioning look, but he nods and lets her come to hug you. You accept her into your arms and she hugs you tightly to her " I've missed you ". You smile at the all to familiar scent of your best friend and let her let out her tears. " I've missed you too" you admit. You two were like sisters. She pulls back, wiping the tears off of her face, before you notice Glenn waiting for his turn.

" Hey, bumble bee " You grin, referring to the sports car he stole at the beginning of all of this. He rolls his eyes at you and hugs you to him " I told you a million times that it was not yellow and black ". Smiling, you look over his shoulder at Rick. And yes you loved everyone here, but Rick and you have the longest history out of anyone. You were the one to get him out of that hospital. The one that helped him get back to his family. Once you’re out of the hug, you let the man pull you into a crushing hug. The feeling is mutual as you grab a fist full of his shirt. This was your family. Your brother. You only separate at the sound of Maggie playing with, Roses foot and smirk as Daryl doesn't let the woman hold her.

" Think he's going to let any of us hold her ? " Rick whispers to you as you both watch the scene in front of you.

" Give it about a year ".

--

That night, Maggie decides to throw a big dinner in your honor. Everyone is settled around the table as you're currently giving , Rose her dinner and you can feel all of the eyes on you. You don't mind though, even when some of those eyes are the new people you learned helped your family get to this point. You're grateful. Maggie and Glenn present their hard work as , Daryl rubs your knee from beneath the table. You smile at his touch, but keep your eyes on Rose. She's almost finished with her bottle, but her eyes are fighting to stay open. This was a big day for her.

As soon as everyone welcomed you back, she was passed through everyone's arms. Daryl didn't care for it, but you let everyone get their chance to hold her. Even Judith took a interest in her. And god, was Judith so much bigger. She took a minute to warm up to you again, but once you picked her up- she knew. She played with the ends of your hair as you talked amongst your friends, but eventually she found more interest in Rose. " She's really fighting it " Morgan comments, smoothing the few strands of hair she has from your side. Finally, she closes her eyes and you take the bottle away carefully. " We've got an old crib that we use to use for, Judith. You're welcome to it " Rick offers and Daryl accepts for the both of you. " I'll go get it " Daryl tells you, squeezing your knee tightly before going to retrieve the item.

You watch him leave and allow Morgan to hold the baby, as he hasn't gotten to all day. Everyone begins to pass around plates and fill them up with food, but you wait for Daryl to get back before you eat. You do, however, accept a glass of wine. " Two peas in a pod, you are " Abraham comments, pointing at your empty plate. You raise an eyebrow at him " Excuse me? ". Abraham sits down his fork and holds his hands up in surrender " Not an insult little lady, just an observation. I didn't think there was two of him is all ". You smirk at him and take another sip of your wine, but don't bother to reply. Maggie grins at his statement, as does anyone who knew you before, but it's carol who actually brings up the burning question in the room " How'd you make it out of there, Y/N ? ".

You look to , Morgan with a grateful smile " Morgan here found me. After the prison, I was running from a group of those things and hit my head pretty badly in the midst of all of it. I was going to die, but Morgan grabbed me and took me to his home ". You move your hair to show the scar to prove your point " He's not the best at stitches, but he makes up for it by being the best grandpa to Rose ". Laughter rumbles from his chest at the thought and it causes everyone to share happy glances. " I tried to find you all, but I was getting too pregnant to keep going out there. Eventually, I had to give it up and just wait for Rose to come ". Glenn takes a sip of his own wine and you briefly think back to the CDC, before he adds on " We looked for you too,you know ? ". His eyes seem to be full of remorse, but Maggie grabs his shoulder as if to remind him that this is not his fault.

Michonne finally appears, rushing into the room like a mad woman. She was on a run when you were found, so you grin as she lays eyes on you. You stand from your seat to greet her and when you say she soaked your shirt with tears, it's an understatement. Like everyone here, you had a special relationship with her as well. You two have an understanding that only two could have when you essentially are the same person " W- we looked for you.. Where were you?! ". Her hands are gripping your back like you're going to fade away. " Morgan found me. Remember him? " You answer. She nods at the man and you pull back to show her , Rose. You hold a finger to your lips and she excitedly nods. She leans over Morgan's shoulder to get a closer look whilst you climb back into your seat.

" She looks just like you " She awes, taking her own seat. You shake your head " No. that girl is all her daddy. Got his eyes and everything ". Dinner continues as usual after that comment and you're grateful when, Daryl returns because you're starving. He wipes his hands from the dirt that had to be cleaned from the crib, but gladly takes your hand as you make him a plate. You then make your own and happily chew the sweet carrots. Daryl glances over at you as you do, wanting more than anything to be alone with you right now, but let's you enjoy the food. Morgan then offers to put, Rose down and even though Daryl wants to object, you nod at him. You give rose a kiss on the head before the man leaves. You squeeze Daryls hand to reassure him of , Morgan's intentions and continue your meal until everyone begins to help, Maggie clean up.

You follow , Sasha into the kitchen with various plates and she offers you a kind smile as you help her wash them. " You're like a legend around here you know? " She asks, handing you another dish to dry. Your eyebrows come together " Why's that ? ". She gives you a look as if you should know by now. " After the prison fell, and everyone eventually found each other you were the goal. We didn't know where we were going, but god was everyone dead set on finding you. And when we couldn't.. everyone just began sharing their favorite stories of you. Times got hard, but it helped ". You wouldn't ever consider yourself a legend, but understand why they used you as a coping mechanism. You did the same.

Not sharing another word, you continue this pattern until everything is clean. " I'm going to head to bed. It's good to have you back, Y/N " Sasha smiles, offering you another hug. You return it and watch her leave the kitchen, Daryl coming in to take her place. " Ready to go? " He bites his thumb. You nod and toss the towel you used to the side " Yeah ". He wraps his arm around your waist as you walk through the house, mumbling your good nights, and he leads you to his home. Which you guess is now yours as well. " This place is nice " You comment, interrupting the peaceful silence. Daryl nods in agreement, but doesn't comment. You narrow your eyes at him, he's obviously upset about something. " What's wrong? " You question. " Nun' " He doesn't make eye contact, but you just get infront of him and put your hand on his chest. " I've known you for a long time, Daryl. What's wrong?".

He looks to his feet uncomfortably, but you push him to look at you. " I couldn't find Ya' " He admits. Rolling your eyes, you place your hands on his cheeks " I couldn't find you either. But we're here now. And that's what matters ". He doesn't seem to believe that so you shove your lips on his and instinctively, his hands find your waist. " Forget about all that, ok? ". His forehead leans on yours and you feel him nod. " Now come show me this house of yours " You offer, grabbing his hand and heading towards it. " That one " he points so you know where you're going. " Fancy " You joke and pull him up the stairs. And it's almost like old times. It reminds him of the times you'd both sneak out of the prison and go to this cabin he found. You let him open the door for you and you step in to take a look around.

Morgan is already here some where with, Rose, but you want to take a minute to see where Daryl’s been staying. " It ain't much " He shrugs his shoulders, but you disagree. " I spent so much time wondering where you were. I tried to picture it... This is everything " You awe at the large house. He'd done the same. He counted the days and you had almost been separated a year. He tried to picture where you were and if the baby was born yet. He lets it go though as you’re finally here. He guides you up the stairs where you can hear , Morgan rocking in a near by room, but Daryl guides you to his room instead" Oh my god " You smile ear to ear. He had a huge bed. He watches as you jump on it and you motion for him to join you.

He does as asked and you take the opportunity to kiss him. Really kiss him. You missed him so badly and everything was just .. right again, but you need to feel close to him again. And he doesn't stop as you climb on top of him, digging your hands into his hair as his hands grab the bottom of your thighs. " I missed you, Daryl " You admit, leaning back slightly. " M'sorry you had to do all of that by yourself " He refers to , Rose. You purse your lips " Once she was born.. none of it mattered. She was worth it ". You can tell he enjoyed hearing you talk about her like that. " I wanted to be there for it " He admits, playing with the ends of your hair. " Stop it " You frown, you never liked when he beat himself up.

" How old is she? " He asks, his eyes looking towards the door. " Only a month ". He nods and you let him sit up, it's obvious he wants to be with her. " You go ahead, Maggie mentioned you guys have hot water " You smile at the idea. It's actually to give him alone time with, Rose. He nods and lets you do as you please before going down the hall. Morgan's there, halfway asleep in his chair, but Daryls presence wakes him up. He rubs at his tired eyes as Daryl walks over to the crib where Rose sleeps. She looks so tiny all swaddled up in her blanket. " I didn't hear you get in " Morgan explains, but Daryl thinks nothing of it. Morgan kept you safe . In Daryl’s book he could stay as long as he wants.

He watches, Daryl watch over Rose, but he feels like he has to let him know " She wanted to search longer—Y/N. I made her stop ". Daryl turns to the man in confusion " Why? ". Morgan glances towards the crib and back to him " She wasn't showing yet, but she would soon. We ran into a group of walkers and barely made it out. What would happen the next time? When she was too pregnant to fight? ". Morgan wanted to get this off of his chest the moment he realized who Daryl was. " Hard to believe she listened to you " Daryl turns back to his child. " Had to make her realize you might be dead ". Daryl’s lips form a fine line. On one hand, Morgan did what was right, but on the other he shouldn't have pushed you like that.

He could only imagine what he'd do if someone tried to tell him that. " She's strong. She moved past it, but she asked for you when she was having Rose " Morgan admits the sensitive information. He'd want someone to let him know if he was in the same shoes. Daryl lets out a sigh, of course you did. He was supposed to be there. " I don't say this to hurt you, but to let you know that I was the one that held her back. Not the other way around ". Daryl doesn't face the man, but acknowledges it " Thank you, for keepin' 'em safe ". Morgan attempts to leave, only stopping to pat him on the back, and leaves the house to give him a night alone with his family.

Rose makes a face at the noise this creates, but stays asleep. Deciding it's best, he leaves the room to let her sleep. He finds you back in his bedroom with your hair wet and and in a towel. You're staring at a picture on his night stand , smiling to yourself as you seem to like that he left it there. It was a picture taken of the two of you back at the prison. Glenn had taken it off guard, the only true way to get a picture of Daryl, but you were grateful for it. He comes behind you to see what picture you're looking at , but you set it down before he can. " I have something for you " You turn to him, thinking of one picture you have. He furrows his eye brows at you as you head for your bag. You reach in the front pocket and retrieve it, handing it over to him in hopes this will make him feel better.

After Rose was born, Morgan took the picture of you two. You look so tired, but so blissfully happy as rose slept on your chest. You watch Daryl trace his finger over the picture before he suddenly brings you into a tight hug. This had to be the best gift he's ever gotten. You can feel him shake slightly, but don't let go of him. You had time to go through the emotions of being without him, but it seemed he didn't. Or he wouldn't let himself more likely. " It's ok " You whisper, his head coming to your shoulder. You can feel that spot of skin dampen and you let him let it out.

He eventually pulls back from you, but kisses you instead of releasing you completely. " M'never leavin' you two again . I promise ". You agree , his lips finding yours again.

--

" Shh- yer' goin' to wake 'er up " Daryl whispers to Rose, before placing the bottle in her mouth to end her cries. Her tears slowly subside and she greedily sucks on the bottle causing Daryl to smile slightly. It had to be around three am, but to finally be able to be a dad he'd wake up at anytime for her. He takes in Rose's features and awes at the fact he can see a lot of you in her little face, but part of him is there too. She's got the same beauty mark on her cheek that he has. His finger grazes her cheek as she continues to slurp down the bottle, but peeks a eye at him as if to say ' I'm watching you '. This reminds him of the first time he met you- the same look on your face. You were a force not to be messed with back then.

Not that you aren't now, but at least now you weren't trying to stab him. The memory of you defending Rick all that time ago at the quarry causes that smile to spread across his lips. He thinks he'll keep that first interaction from Roses knowledge. Little did he know, Dear uncle Rick would tell Rose anyways when she got older. Which would result in Rose excitedly telling everyone she knows that her mom is basically a bad ass. As if you knew he was thinking about you, your frame appears in the door way. You're in one of his shirts and he can feel the way his heart speeds in his chest, just like always. " Must be three am " You offer him a tired smile. He nods in response and adjusts the baby in his arms causing you to bite your lip. Watching Daryl care for Rose was such a sight, to say the least. He then moves to burp the small baby and it reminds you of when Judith was born.

You remember thinking ' He was meant to be a dad '. And sure enough, here he was. His large hand pats her back and you take the opportunity to grab her blanket from the crib " How about you bring her to bed and she can sleep with us ". He grins at the idea and wipes her small mouth before following you back to bed. " She usually sleeps on my chest, but I think she might like yours better " You suggest, knowing it was time she got the skin on skin time that she's been denied. Plus, you kind of liked the idea of getting some sleep for once so it’s a win win. Daryl doesn't argue with you and climbs into bed with you, slowly due to the baby, and you help him adjust Rose to a safe position on his chest. " There you go " You whisper to your daughter and give her a gentle kiss to her nose before occupying the empty side of his chest.

You smile contently as Rose's hand lands on your cheek, completely by accident, but you'd take it. Daryl watches the small interaction and it's like the past year didn't matter, that this moment right here made it all disappear.

And when your eyes finally close, but your hand still finds a way to hold him close he decides to forget all of the time apart. He'd let go of all of the guilt, anger, and the fear that plagued him for so long. Instead, he would focus on his little family and raising Rose. He'd make up for lost time by picking you flowers like he did when you first got together and holding you tight at night, but still keeping that watchful eye on you. The one that caused many arguments. Because well- you could take care of yourself, but he'd never let what happened happen again. You could scream at him all you want, but he'd still do what he needs to do.

And he'd be a dad to Rose. He'd hold her hand and play any game she wanted, even if that meant wearing some stupid crown. He'd teach her how to hunt and how to throw a punch because if she looked anything like you she'd need to throw a punch or two. And when she got older, he'd listen to the conversations she would have with you. He'd hear how you would soothe her worries and braid her hair, but never forgetting to kiss her on the cheek. And he'd then realize he wants another kid to hold his hand and take up space in your bed. Because the best thing he's ever done was make you a mom. So, one night as Rose slept over with Judith, he'd kiss your neck and suggest the very idea.

Which is how you ended up getting pregnant with twins and two little girls lying on your chest for Morgan to take a picture of, but this time Daryl would have his place in them whilst he proudly placed a kiss to your head.

[undercoverwizardfanfiction]

Welp

Woke up this week to 200+ followers! Wasn’t sure how to react! I didn’t  think i was going to get 5 followers on a blog just for my writing let alone this many so thank you!

So I’m giving you a small treat, it’s a “trailer” (i guess i’d call it that?) for the story after the Broken Butterfly. It’s part of the Fantasy series and the reason it’s so special is because it’s the first fantasy story i’ll do with more then two parts. it’ll be a long multichapter story that will take a while to tell but i think will be worth it? (Charmy take out the question mark)(no, bite me!) Because i still plan on writing a few fantasy shorts and other stories in the mean time. Including a Sci-fi au i think y’all will like

Anyway thank you all again! here’s my trailer (can i call it a trailer? or is it a preview?)

He couldn’t stop shaking

Not out of fear but from excitement as he hung from the thick tree branch his little hands had latched onto. The Child wiggled around before pulling themselves up with some considerable effort, having to primarily rely on his unhurt leg to swing up till he’s finally sitting on the branch with a giant grin. “I’m so high up!!” He said throwing his hands into the air excitedly, “Dad! Dad do you see!? Do you see how high up I am!?” He said to the black haired yokai standing by the tree, “I’m almost as tall as you!”

Len chuckled, “Yeah look at you kiddo” even though he had been to the one who had helped the Child reach the branch in the first place. The Child put his hands on the branch, wobbling slightly until they were in a standing position. He put his hands out for balance as he began walking down the thick branch at a snails pace. Lens’ hands hovered at his sides, ready to catch him if he fell, but the Child was having too much fun to be deterred by Lenards protectiveness, “Careful kiddo.” He said

“Can I climb higher?!” The Child asked eagerly.

Len looked up at the tall tree nervously, “Not today kiddo.” Before holding his hands out to him, “Hop over.”

The Child pouted for a moment, before carefully turning to face Len. He shifted his feet around and braced his legs before jumping over the small gap between him and Len who immediately hugged him, “Atta boy!”Lenard said smiling at him in a way that took away the Childs disappointment as he set him on his hip, “That new leg brace Mickey made you is really doing  you wonders huh?”

“Yeah Yeah!” He said swinging his dubbed ‘hurty leg’ that was now carefully wrapped in a brace that his Uncle had spent almost a year perfecting. Not only was it far lighter then the one they had bought from the Healing Hut, but it allowed him to run and jump with almost no trouble. Course now Len spent most of his time chasing Him down, but to the Child that made it more fun (not the time outs that followed when He took it too far, he hated those) IT took a moment for Him to notice his Dad was giving him a big if thoughtful smile and tilted his head questingly   “you’re getting so big,” Len said as a explanation using his free arm to hug him closer with his cheek resting on His temple, “I can’t believe you’re only six. You sure you ain’t really thirty? Or fifty?”

The child giggled, “No!” Before bringing his hands up squish Len’s face in his hands, causing the yokai to laugh and gently pull his hand away from his face, ‘Alright alright don’t cut your hand on my tooth.” He said, “Today is actually very special, today is when we officially start training.”

“Training?” The Child tilted his head, “Like tumbling?” He was used to that. It was fun to summersault on the soft grass.

“Not exactly, it’s a little more to it then that.” Len said kneeling down and setting Don carefully on the grass, “I want to get you started on basic fighting skills, “

The excitement the Child had felt at the thought of tumbling gave was to nervousness as he dropped his chin to his chest and poked his fingertips together, “I-I don’t wanna hurt no one though.”

“I know baby boy.” Len rubbed his scalp  before cupping his sons face in his hand, using his thumb to rub the worry line between his eyes. The Child giggled lightly at the contact but kept his gaze on the ground. “You wouldn’t be learning these skills to hurt people, but to protect yourself. And you being safe is all I care about. So is that ok with you?”

The Child puffed up his cheeks in contemplation. He still din’t like the idea of hurting people, but Len was his dad, he was the one who took him in, held him when he was scared, sang to him when he was sad. If he though it was a good idea then, “Okie, cause I love you.”

Len grinned and rubbed his scalp again ,”That’s my boy.” He said, “Now stay right here ok?” Len stood up and took several steps back and pulling out a familiar wooden handle, with a spin and a flash his hookstaff appeared. “Ok kiddo, the staff is a weapon mostly used for defense. When we start again I’ll teach you some spinning exercises that will help strengthen your hands and wrists. Its one of the most versatile weapons because even if your staff breaks in battle, you can usually find a good substitute for it nearby. But my favorite thing about using a staff is that it’s a great way to fight people off without leaving long lasting damage.” He puts the staff in a wide hold, with both hands at atleast, he shuffles his left leg forward, thrusting the opposite end of the staff forward, “See?” Len asks, “This is a basic strike, even if you get to my level this is what you’ll be using if your’e ever in a fight.” Before taking his other step forward and bringing the other end with a thrust and a shout

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

A scream of terror coupled with a earth trembling thunder snaps Him back to reality. Half his vision is stolen by a a mixture of darkness, a icy downpour that seems content on bruising the hell out of him and a heavy fog that takes him a moment to realize is his own breath. A moment  later pain shoots through is stomach with enough force to double him over, wrapping his free arm around it as though trying to protect it from a  invisible force. Its only by plunging the object in his hand into the ground and leaning on it that he keeps from falling over completely. Desperate to offer his aching body some semblance of support.

His vision finally starts to clear  up and he realizes the staff  holding him up is unfamiliar. It is far heavier and metal and has a barbed wire end facing forward in a c-shape. Before He can contemplate why he’s holding it, a fear filled sob reaches him and reality comes rushing back in a unforgiving wave

The man in front of him is standing his with arms out, as though shielding the other man behind him who his also holding a small child to his chest. The man being protected has a large gash on his scalp that drenches his tattered clothes. Before He can comprehend what’s has them so scared, he finally notices the end of his weapon has the tangled remains of the mans shirt in its wire, as though it had been a  second away from piercing his chest cavity.

With a choked gasp, horror overwhelms Him as he takes several steps back, “I-I’m so-i’m sorry!” his vision is filled with bright lights, blinding him again has he rubs furiously at his eyes, desperate for reason or answers.

He gets both

What had once been a humble but fair sized villages is now in ruins, buildings crushed in as though a Child had stomped through with little to no regard for the life it could of held. He can hear whimpers and cries of pain around him, the hurried footsteps of people running away from the village

No not from the village.

He looks down to the weapon he now recognizes as a sodegarami to the family still cowering in front of him before covering his mouth with his free hand

He understands.

He is horrified .

“Run!” He shouts, causing the small family to jump,” Run! Get out of here before its too late!” With the grace of frightened ants, the family scrambles to their feet and hurries away. Glancing back as though to make sure he wasn’t going to chase them down to finish them. When they’re out of sight he allows himself to give a shaky sigh of relief and lowers himself down onto his knees to offer his body a semblance of rest.  Before a voice whispers by his head somehow far colder then the rain itself.

”Now now, I can’t keep having you breaking free my gargalmelly baby,”

Terror shoots through him as he spins around swinging his weapon to aim directly at the intruder.  What at first simply appears to be a shadow slowly takes from as the rain parts away from it. As though natures itself is too scared to touch the queen. Judging by her wrinkled nose the Matriarch is more concerned with his appearance then to the weapon aimed at her “And just look how filthy you are now. I’ll have to tell the maids to scrub you down when we return to the castle,” The Queen looks back to the remains of the village and its devastation, “I will say this you do make quick work. But on second thought, perhaps this isn’t the place I want my vacation castle.” She gives out a pained sigh as though reflecting on all the work she put into this ‘project’ “Oh well it was far too good for the likes of those tax dodgers anyway. I”ll find something to do with it.” She says, taking a few steps forward as though there was a floor of glass blocking her perfect shoes from being dirty.

“You-“ He is only now aware of how thirsty his is as he desperately tries to wet his cracked lips. It feels as though his entire body has been deprived of everything it needed to function properly, but he glares after the Queen, “You made me attack a village of innocents just so you can have a vacation home!?” He asks

“Now now don’t get in a tizzy, I can’t have a Prince who gets so upset so easily,” She shakes her head solemnly ,”These ,after all, are criminals. They’re dirty, weak, Ugly,  and don’t deserve mercy.” Big Mama looks off into the ruined village with almost a bored eye, “They had the nerve to say the latest tax increase was far too gargantuan for their little families to afford. But you know what I hate more then tax evaders?” She asks in her sickly sweet voice that makes His stomach squirm

He thinks of the family he had almost killed and screams in rage, grabbing his staff from the ground and plunging the tip into her chest. But before he can consider the consequences, theres a strike of lightning as the Matriarch herself appears in his line of vision unharmed, her now completely yellow eyes glaring  out from beneath her bands as tilts her head at him, “when my Princes disappoint me.”

A scorching heat fills His brain as he cries out. The feeling shoots through his arms and legs and his causes his left up to suddenly twist up his back as he’s forced to his knees, his face in the mud blinding his vision again. He hears her step closer and her disappointed sigh

”Looks like we have our work cut on you.  But until then, you have a job to do.”

Out of the corner of his eye, a darkness crawls across his vision. IT rings a terror of familiarity that makes his eyes burn before the darkness takes him completely

#()(#)\/(#)(#)

“Wake up boy.”

A strangled breath escaped Him, but the sudden reflex jerk makes pain shoot through his side in a blinding pain that makes him double over. The world has eerie white sheen to it as he struggles to fill his sting lung. The pain in his head that he h had felt previously has now spread to his eyes. He’s sitting on a chair he doesn’t recognize. There’s a cup of water in his hands that looks like  he’s been drinking out of it but he can’t remember. His hand comes up to check his chest only to find it tightly bound in bandages, through his blurry vision he can see a red stain at the center that only raises more questions then answers.

“What is your name boy.”

IT is more command then question. The voice sense a shiver down His shell that he can barely hide. It doesn’t help when the chorus of laughter joins in from his ‘visitors’ shoulders. Dark eyes glare at him from underneath his gold pointed crown, expecting obedience. He is not under any illusion that Draxum is asking out of genuine concern, but rather the same concern one would have for a favorite war horse,

Draxum expects a answer

No

His teacher demands a answer

“O-othello.” He whispers. It’s the only answer he knows to give, but he knows it’s a lie,  and that alone makes his eyes burn again, “My name is Othello.”

The Baron dips his head response, “follow Apprentice, we have a kingdom to save.” with a snap of his cloak, Draxum leaves the room. Muscle memory immediately has Othello on his feet following, his body is not the only part that just wants to lie down and give up.

His name is Prince Othello

And he is Alone

                                                       Look for

                              Do Not Go Gentle Into that Cold Night

[ladyvanderlinde]

Hey glad your back could you write something for Dutch x reader where she’s going to bed and finds him crying in bed and it’s really angsty and then at the end it’s just fluffy and then they both end up crying Thanks babe if you can!!!

I’ll Carry your burdens

Dutch x Fem! Reader but there aren’t really any specific pronouns used for reader so it can be Gender neautral also!

Warnings: nothing too bad just some slight angst . 

Word count:  1498

A/N: This isn’t really proof read so there is probably some errors sorry! Anyways hope you enjoy and sorry for being slow with the requests lol

  Recently the weight of the stress was starting to get to everyone, the life you lived wasn’t the best. You fought to survive and you were never in the same place for too long, everyone tried their best to stay positive and push through the challenging obstacles that life threw at you but sometimes no matter how hard you fight it’ll make you tired and it’ll eventually break you. Now you all had your fair share of stress, some worse than others. But it was clear that the one under the most stress was Dutch. He was your leader, your protector, and your lover, he tried his best to keep everyone alive, safe, fed, and in line but the pressure can get overwhelming when everyone is looking to you for guidance. The most of the day you tended to the chores and making supply runs for Mr. Pearson so you really didn’t have much time to see Dutch, it wasn’t Ideal for the both of you but things needed to get done. You had arrived back to camp around 6:30-ish, as you hitched your horse and made your way to get a bowl of some stew. You noticed Dutch was nowhere to be seen, what caught your eye was his tent, the flaps were closed, you knitted your eyebrows together in confusion. You spotted Arthur not so far away and you made your way over to where he was sitting near the fire. You had asked him if he knew if Dutch was, your eyes widened a bit when he informed you that he hadn't left his tent all day. You nodded and thanked him, you grabbed your stew bowl and even an extra one for Dutch as you made your way towards his tent, You hesitated for a minute as you stood outside of it. 

 You took a deep breath and entered. “Hey Dutch, I just back and Arthur told me you hadn’t eaten so I figured you were hungr-” you cut yourself off as your eyes landed on the man you loved, his eyes were red and puffy as he rested his head in his hands, his breathing was laboured and shakey as you slowly approached him. You rested the two bowls on the crate as you bent down in front of him, you gently reached your hand to his cheek and slowly rubbed it. His head quickly snapped up to see who was touching him but once he realized it was you he leaned into your touch, You stood up and opened your arms which he quickly accepted and let himself be wrapped in your embrace, You rested on his lap as you held him and ran a hand through his hair, the choked up sobs that escaped from his broke your heart, you hated seeing him upset and broken. You quietly hummed as you held him close to you, after a few minutes of a heartbreaking silence he finally spoke. “I’m sorry Angel..” It was barely above a whisper, you pressed a soft kiss to his temple and spoke “There is nothing to be sorry for my love, you know I’ll always be by your side to carry your burdens. Now talk to me, whats on your mind..?” 

 It was silent for a moment before a shaky sigh escaped his lips and he began speaking. “I just feel so overwhelmed and stressed, it’s not easy taking care of everyone. I’m supposed to be their guidance but what do I do when they come to me with questions I don’t have answers too?, We’ve lost people already like Mac, Davey and little Jenny...What if I could have helped them?...I could have saved them, I don’t like feeling vulnerable like this, I just want to protect everyone..And my biggest fear is that one day...I won’t be able to save you and keep you safe. You’re the love and light of my life, without you all there would be is darkness and knowing if you get hurt and I could have helped you, it’ll destroy me”. You processed his words as he spoke and before you even knew it you started crying, you never really fully understood the amount of stress he was under, you tightened your hold on him as you placed a kiss atop his head and gently spoke. “You’ll never lose me Dutch, I’m not going anywhere and I’ll be by your side till the end of our days. It’s ok to feel like this, I mean hell you’re basically the only guidance we have..without you we’d all probably end up in a federal prison or dead but I just know you’ll work it out, you always do and I’ll be right here supporting your ever decision” 

You smiled as his breathing became more regulated and less shaky. He slowly lifted his head and pulled you into a kiss, you gladly reciprocated, after a minute or two you both broke away from the kiss, small smiles appeared on your faces. You were just happy you were able to make him feel happier and less worried, he soon spoke. “Thank you my Dear, for everything..what would i do without you?” You just laughed, smiled, and responded “I’m not sure, lets not find out because I’m not going anywhere. Now you should eat, you haven't eaten all day” You slowly stood up and grabbed the two, now cold stew bowls from the crate and handed him one. The rest of your night was filled with reassurance and encouragement, soon the two of your turned in for the night. The two of you laid next to each other in a comfortable silence as the sounds of nature acted as your lullaby and the pair of you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

[arolla-pine]

I, Marinette - p.9

(9) – The winner takes it all

While I was running alongside the Seine, I could compare traveling by Cat Noir’s staff and by Ladybug’s yo-yo. The latter was much more suitable for me, yet the Cat’s costume was better in absorbing jolts. I landed quietly nearby the Eiffel Tower. I hoped that Ladybug would find me before Juggler appeared.

“So, how did it go, Bugaboo?” I heard a whisper next to me.

“How are you feeling, Cat?” I asked instead, trying to read some emotions in Ladybug’s eyes.

“I still can’t believe in what I learned! Wow, it’s really…”

“Just in case…” I began in a serious tone. “Adrien… In case you still remember Ladybug’s identity after the ‘Miraculous Ladybug’ spell, never reveal your identity in public. Even if you want to protect Marinette.”

That was all I could do to prevent ‘Cat Blanc’ storyline.

“You’ve started talking about yourself in the third person…” Ladybug smiled.

“Don’t you have a feeling that you’re talking to yourself when you’re talking to me?” I asked instead to avoid answering.

“I’m sure I won’t confess any of my feelings to you right now. That would haunt me till the end of my life…”Adrien-Ladybug joked.

“If only Plagg could see that… I think that would kill him…”

“By the way! Was he nice for you?”

“Of course! He was so cute!”

“Er… Plagg?”

“Sure. You know, he’s a very sensitive little cat… If you can see through all those layers of sarcasm… And I think he’s very attached to you…” I admitted. “OK, Cat! Let’s go back to work. I’m going to sleep in my bed tonight, so let’s get Juggler! Here you are!” I handed two miraculouses to Ladybug.

“What’s that?”

“We need Alya and Nino.”

“But… Hawkmoth knows their identities… Maybe we’ll try to combine our miraculouses with…”

“No. I need them here. If my plan works, we’ll defeat Juggler. Besides, Hawkmoth won’t expect that we’ll ask our friends for help. Please, take those miraculouses to them and hurry back here.”

“But… Why me?”

‘Because I don’t know the address…’ came across my mind.

“It was always Ladybug who was giving them miraculouses. Let it be as it used to be. Oh, just tell them to focus on their costumes to be different than before. To mislead Hawkmoth.”

“Do you think it’ll work?”

I was sure it would work. I had checked that on myself when I had to recreate Ladybug’s costume as it was originally designed by Marinette. That should work when someone wanted to create a new one too.

“The costume is what you really want to, isn’t it? If Alya and Nino take care of new outfits, we’ll have a new Rena Rouge and a new Carapace… Meanwhile, I’ll work on details of the plan…”

“I’ll be right back, M’Lady!” Ladybug saluted and disappeared in the darkness.

I found a safe shelter and waited. After a quarter or so Ladybug came back accompanied by two new superheroes. Alya had loose hair that partly covered her face. Her outfit was different – it looked rather like a short flamenco dress than like an overcoat. Nino looked like a real Ninja killer – hooded and masked.

“Great!” I said satisfied. “Now, listen to the plan…”

“Wait a sec… What?” Alya interrupted. “Since when Cat Noir is the strategy guy? You’ve finally grown up to let him do this?” she asked Ladybug.

“Let’s call it a compromise…” Adrien laughed.

“You haven’t told them, Cat?” I was surprised.

“What should she…” Alya began. “No, wait… Why is Cat Noir calling you ‘Cat’?” she asked Ladybug.

“I didn’t know I should tell them…”

“It’s crucial to succeed… OK, listen up… Juggler can move souls between bodies. He exchanged me with Cat Noir.”

Alya gasped, and Nino half-grunted half-chuckled. I winked at Ladybug.

“We need you here not only for the mission, but also to mislead Hawkmoth about your identities. He must start thinking that I’ve found new holders for the Miraculous of Fox and of Turtle. Have you worked out your new names?”

“I’ll be Jade Defender.” Nino suggested. “I wanted to pay tribute to Jade Turtle.”

I was moved hearing that. It was kind of symbolic gesture but so meaningful.

“I wanted to be Flame Dancer, but someone made fun of this name…” Alya said, narrowing her eyes ominously when she glanced at her boyfriend. “So, it seems that I’ll be Flame Enchantress. But… I really miss Rena Rouge…”

“Let’s keep it temporary…” I smiled trying to give her some comfort. “Now, focus! Flame Enchantress has to hide. You’ll create an illusion where Ladybug and Cat Noir regained their bodies. Ladybug must convince Juggler that she broke his spell. Jade Defender will create a shield to protect the illusion from a new spell, because that will reveal the trick. I hope Juggler will take the bait and will focus on the fight with the illusion. Then Cat and I may try to take over his wand, baton or whatever it is… Ladybug, you have to call your ‘Lucky charm’. Without it the ‘Miraculous Ladybug’ spell won’t work and we won’t be able to go back to our bodies. I’ll try to destroy the akuma object.”

“You think it’s the wand?” Ladybug asked.

I remembered ‘Cat Blanc’ episode again where Ladybug couldn’t find the object where the akuma was hiding. This time we didn’t have a second chance. Not with Juggler… He was too clever.

“Honestly? I have no idea what else it could be…” I admitted. “So, let’s get to work! Good luck, you all!” I said and then I added under my breath. “And… See you in the other life, Cat…”

We took our positions. I felt like a spectator. It wasn’t anything weird for me, Lena, but for Adrien it had to be tough observing Ladybug and Cat Noir playing their roles. For the last half an hour he’d been calling Cat Noir by a name ‘Bugaboo’. Now, he saw both of us doubled.

We didn’t wait too long for Juggler. He appeared surrounded by dust, laughing at superheroes.

“Oh, my poor super-kids! You’ve recharged?” he scoffed at superheroes.

“Better! We’ve regained our bodies!” Ladybug shouted with satisfaction.

“What? No! It’s impossible!” supervillain yelled. “I exchanged your bodies! You have no power to revert my spell!”

He swung with his wand  but this time smoky spheres vanished when they reached a green dome created by Jade Defender. Juggler swore and tried to turned around to transfer himself under the dome. But he failed. His right hand was captured by Ladybug’s yo-yo, and a second later his wand was caught by a red black-dotted lasso. I was watching, speechless, Ladybug keeping supervillain tied with her yo-yo while her left hand swayed the lasso to snatch the wand out of Juggler’s palm and to passed it in my direction. Where that boy had learned that?!

Defeating Juggler was a mere formality. I summoned the Cataclysm and the wand turned into dust revealing the akuma. Ladybug captured the black butterfly and cleansed it. Seconds later we could see Thomas Astruc sitting on the ground, totally confused.

“You’ve saved me again…” he muttered. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome…” Ladybug grinned.

“I see you have new superhero-mates.” Thomas noticed. “I don’t remember those…”

“These are new holders of miraculouses…” I explained.

I didn’t want to ask him if he liked the way I messed up his universe. He’d probably get upset and was akumatised again. But I could congratulate myself – my theory of a supervillain was correct. But Tikki would say that it was magic. All in all, I wasn’t sure of anything anymore…

“Could you tell us, what happened?” Ladybug asked.

No, better not!

“The last thing I remember was a story… My assistant gave me that to read…” Thomas said, and I felt faint. So, now I knew why it was me… Thomas had to read one of my fanfics. Great… “That was the story about your fight against Oblivio… Re-written…”

Let me guess… ‘Not so oblivious anymore’?

“But none of us remembers what happened that day…” Ladybug blurted out. Damn you, Cat! Neither of us! Not ‘none of us’! We should keep Alya and Nino’s identities secret!

“Er…” I cleared my throat and kneeled down next to Thomas. “Did you like that rewritten story?” I couldn’t miss the opportunity to ask.

“Yeah. And that made me angry…”

So, I could die happy now. What a shame I couldn’t put those words in a frame…

“Next time, please hire the author instead of sending her for a trip…” I whispered and winked at him. “OK, Cat!” I stood up and looked at Ladybug. “It’s time for going home…”

My partner nodded and gripped the red lasso. She threw it in the air with the spell ‘Miraculous Ladybug’. At the last moment, I saluted like Cat Noir had done so many times before and whispered:

“It’s been an honour…”

* * *

I knew it worked, even before I opened my eyes. I just felt my own body. My face was hidden in my palms and I felt my husband’s hand on my arms.

“Lena?” he asked me, and I could hear a tension in his voice.

I was so moved that I couldn’t say a word. Instead, I fell into his arms.

“You got me. I have no clue what’s going on here…” he murmured.

“I’m back…” I whispered happy. “I assume you had a little end of the world today?”

“You spent half a day in the bathroom, and then you were talking about Marinette, Tikki and Master Fu. All day long. I think you need a break from your fanfics…”

“Yeah… I think that too. But at first, I have to write the last one. You won’t believe what happened to me…”

 THE END 😉

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I, Marinette - p.8  <-  Previous part 

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Fate and Choices (ch. 02)

Summary: When Naruto discovered who was going to be his soulmate, he jumped straight at this opportunity, looking forward to spending the rest of his life with his better half. Sasuke well…he was less eager in this regard though. NaruSasu. Soulmates tattoos. M-rated.

Content: AU!Office, Romance, Comedy, Drama, it’ll get a little too philosophical in some parts talking about free will Vs fate, basically Sasuke is a cynic ass and Naruto is an idealistic moron (great amirite), Anal Sex, tattoos soulmates

Chapter 01 here

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“Hey! Jackass!”

Sasuke stiffened, bracing himself from the incoming impact.

“Fucking bastard thought you were gonna get rid of me, ‘s not going to be that easy you know!”

Sasuke was rubbing his legs with a wince; good gracious, years have passed and this idiot continued to be the same loudmouth dumbass. He turned back to Neji. “Please fire him.”

Neji blinked. “It’s my company and I’m the one who hired him Sasuke.”

“I know, but I’m saying that you should fire for our sanity’s sake.”

“Wow, that’s so mean.” Naruto grumbled, widening a grin. “You haven’t changed one bit Sasuke. Plus, there’s no way Neji would fire me when I’m the best social media manager you ever met!”

Sasuke rolled his eyes then threw a significant glance towards Neji.

Neji shook his head. “Yes, sorry to say but Naruto is pretty good. He is one of the few I know that can build a good number of followers organically in a short time. I guess you’ll have to deal with it. Just use this opportunity for some catching up ok.” He patted Sasuke’s shoulder and stared at Naruto in deadpan. “Please don’t destroy the office.”

“C’mon Neji, you really think we’re gonna get back to fighting as if we’re twelve? Give me some credit will you.” Naruto’s grin became so wide that it reminded him of a cheshire’s cat.

“...right.” Neji looked around, and picked an antique vase on the way out.

Sasuke stared at Naruto and his winsome beam, then gazed at the door knob.

He turned around.

“Oh? Ignoring me and fleeing again? The coward's obvious choice.”

Turning back with a venomous glare, Sasuke approached Naruto. “Well, I suppose there’s no point delaying any longer. What do you want from me?”

The caustic tone dissolved Naruto’s grin into a frown, so he mumbled. “What the hell did I do wrong for you to act like an asshole around me?”

Sasuke inhaled, taking some seconds to recompose himself as he retorted. “You’re right, my attitude was wholly unneeded, but I can’t help it. I still need to know why on earth you decided to reappear in my life when I made pretty clear that I don’t want you around.”

“Good God, I can’t believe that you don’t want your soulmate after this many years⏤”

“Don’t go there.” Sasuke growled through gritted teeth.

“Ugh, fine.” Naruto rolled his eyes. “You know, after what we’ve been through, I thought that at least you would bother yourself to give me an explanation or at least keep some kind of contact.”

“I can’t believe you took seriously our summer fling.”

Naruto stared, and then quirked an eyebrow. “Three years is not a summer fling.”

“Whatever, but it happened while we were young and stupid, so it is a fling no matter how long it took.” Before Naruto could protest, Sasuke interjected in. “Everything was going fine in my life back when you left me alone in peace, so why did you decide out of nowhere to get back in bothering me again?”

Naruto curled down his mouth, examining Sasuke’s indecipherable face as graphite eyes focused glowering at the ground. He knew that Sasuke wasn’t going to be cheerfully welcoming his return though he expected at least some positive reaction.

Scratching his blond head, Naruto sighed. “Sasuke, back when your parents divorced” He could see Sasuke tensing on the corner of his eye but he continued nevertheless. “I really wished you could rely on me to share your feelings about it but you just decided to throw me out of your life. But I respected that this was your way of coping and later I also get why you did that⏤”

“If you got it, why are you here now?”

Naruto blinked and declared with strong assurance. “Because I’m your soulmate.”

“We only have matching tattoos dumbass, nothing else.”

“Only matchin⏤” Naruto groaned. “Oh c’mon, gimme your hand in case you forgot about it.”

“No.” Sasuke held his hand closer to his chest, dodging away from Naruto’s grasp.

“You stubborn bastard⏤”

“Dumbass, get the fuck away⏤” The young men wrestled in the conference room, stumbling through chairs and knocking down assorted papers and pens.

“Sasuke, goddammit, just for a few seconds, I swear!” Naruto yowled, arms stretched out in a vain attempt to reach Sasuke’s hand.

Sighing, Sasuke lowered his arm. “I’ll humor you for once, I guess.” He raised his palm, showing his moon tattoo.

Naruto broadened a victorious smile, interlacing his tanned fingers with pale ones. When their tattoos touched, a warm ball of light grew till it lit up the whole room, but Sasuke dropped his hand, cutting off its connection.

"You felt that right, once again. That wave of happiness, the comfort, contentment. We complete each other.” Breathing heavily, remnants of those emotions overwhelmed him, soulful blue eyes attempted to reach his soulmate.

Sasuke averted his gaze, crafting a blank expression and shrugged. “I disagree with this. Those feelings are probably some kind of animalistic instinct to preserve our species and I’m beyond all that. Why do people keep claiming that they need to find their other half? I’m already one whole person, I’m against the notion that you need someone else to feel complete.”

Raising his eyebrows impressed, Naruto hummed pensive, conceding. "Alright…that's a very fair point. But no matter how complete you are, you need relationships to sustain yourself. Family, coworkers, friends…we're humans that need other people all the time. And isn't it great that nature gave us this tool to find the best companion that will share his lifetime with you?"

"This system is flawed and imperfect Naruto. You know it as well as I do." Sasuke retorted. "And I'd rather not waste my life blindly relying over something that might fail in the long run."

“You're selling a technology that lets people find their own soulmate.” Naruto muttered incredulously.

“I sell the tool, not the satisfaction nor its promise for happiness." Sasuke offered with a prim sniff, chin raised. "And whatever might be my business, it has nothing to do with my personal opinion, in which is that I'm fine not needing a soulmate."

"Why? I thought we were in agreement back then!"

"Which goes back to the talk that we were just young and naive, that's all. I changed my mind."

“Honestly, why are you going so against it, it’s like one of those obvious laws of nature. It’s inevitable, like…" Naruto paused for a second, trying to come up with valid examples. "Like gravity, physics, and everything like…babies would always cry…um…dogs are angels and cats are evil…”

“How dare you, you take back that last sentence right fucking now.” Sasuke growled.

“Alright, maybe cats are also nice, I’ll let you adopt one when we live together!”

“No, thank you. And for every supposed law of nature, it’s never entirely universal. You can use aerodynamics to fly above gravity, cats can save kids and dogs can bite⏤”

“And babies crying?” Naruto chimed in.

“...tiny baby lizards don’t cry.” Sasuke regretted it the instant he uttered these words, he knew that his IQ would just drop if he’d spend one minute more with this dumbass, Naruto is just this infectious. "That doesn't matter. I thought I came here so I could talk about work, not engaging in those childish conversations that go nowhere."

"...so." Naruto smacked his lips and grinned. "I am your social media manager then."

Sasuke stared and narrowed his eyes. "My company's social media."

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. You have my phone number and Line? It's⏤"

“I know your number, I just have to unblock you.”

Sasuke half-expected Naruto bristling in indignation when he got the confirmation that he was indeed, blocking him out over those years. A crestfallen despair flashed through Naruto’s eyes, before blossoming to a warm smile.

“I’m just glad we’re talking again, that’s all that matters.”

Sasuke wanted to tell him that it’s only work related. That it won’t change his mind and once the contract would be over, they would part their respective ways. Caustic, sharp words had to be uttered so he could end this nonsense at last, but somehow it died on his throat when his whole soul ached to reach Naruto’s face and kiss the pained frown away.

Thankfully, a knock from the door broke their stupor, and Naruto opened to meet Neji and some of Sasuke’s coworkers.

“Well, it seems that their meeting is over. Anyways, Hoozuki-sama, Yamato-sama, Uzumaki Naruto-san here will be in charge of Shinrei’s whole social media account, as well as strategy and planning.”

Naruto and Sasuke’s coworkers shook hands and exchanged name cards, bowing politely as they began the meeting. Suigetsu quirked his eyebrow, noticing how Sasuke always averted his gaze whenever he talked with Uzumaki-san, even though the blond man stared as if Sasuke was the only man in the whole room.

Those were intense, covetous azure eyes that somehow weren't much tainted with lust. Curiosity piqued, Suigetsu dragged his friend to the side while Naruto was talking with the other coworker.

“So…from all the interactions I witnessed, it seems that you and that blondie have some history together right. What happened?”

Sasuke glared. “Nothing.”

“Oh c’mon, just tell me! It’s the first time I ever saw you being so nervous around a guy, whatever happened has to be something big.”

Sasuke sighed, shutting his eyes. He uttered in the most bored tone he could muster. “Naruto is my soulmate.”

Suigetsu blinked. “…huh?”

“My soulmate.” Sasuke repeated. “He’s my soulmate.”

“WHAT?!” Suigetsu shouted, switching his gaze back and forth towards Sasuke and Naruto. “You lucky dog, you found your soulmate this easily?! And he’s hot too!”

“He is?” Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows, then turned around for a quick check. No, that’s the usual dumbass, stupid grin Naruto, there’s nothing new about that.

“God, the fact that you don’t want a soulmate makes even less sense now! I want a hottie like him riding me till tomorrow for the rest of my life.” Suigetsu noticed the black eyebrow twitching in annoyance and curled a saucy grin. “I better get first in line if he’s interested.”

“Whatever suits you best.” Sasuke grumbled, as they all moved back to the entrance, as the meeting was over.

Someone poked his shoulder. “Hey hey. Sasuke.” He turned his face, glare activated but halted at once when he felt moist lips touching his skin. “Have a nice day.” Naruto beamed.

He furiously rubbed his cheek with his hand, growling. “I’m going to kill you.”

“So testy, I just gave you one innocent peck on your cheek.” Laughing, Naruto patted his back while he returned to the office.

Neji observed the grin that stretched from ear to ear and muttered. “Oh dear me. It’s been a while since I saw you smiling this much.”

“Well, duh. Obviously.”

“Hm. You’re satisfied with the arrangement then?”

“Yeah! Thanks for everything Neji.”

“Likewise. I hope whatever conclusion you two will reach, it’ll be satisfactory to you both.” Pearly eyes peered in earnest intensity, so Naruto offered a half-grin back. “But I would like to remind you that Sasuke is our client, right.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” Naruto appeased him.

“Don’t go too far.”

“I won’t!”

“Please don’t annoy Sasuke too much, okay.”

There was a long silence and then. “Uh. Sure!”

Is it too late to change his own mind; Neji wondered with a sigh.

⏤.⏤

Six hundred, forty three. That’s the number of times Sasuke had to suppress the urge to throw Suigetsu out of the car, whenever his friend nagged wanting to know more details about Naruto.

He hoped once he arrived in his office, all this nonsense would be over so he could concentrate on his work. Promising gruesome bloody murder if Suigetsu ever dared to gossip about his love life, he strode to Itachi’s room.

“Nii-san.”

“Oh, welcome back otouto-kun. How was the meeting? How is Neji-kun?” Itachi acknowledged him with a quick nod, eyes still focused on the laptop.

“Neji is fine, his marketing plan is really well planned and he is just going to make us cover the basic costs, nothing else.” Sasuke paced around, and said. “Nii-san, you won’t believe who is going to take care of our social media.”

“Oh, Neji told me. I’ve heard that he’s a really bright, young man…” Itachi raised his eyes to meet with Sasuke’s, a knowing beam broadening his lips. “Blond, blue eyes, who has an exquisite sun tattoo that fits with your moon tattoo pretty perfectly…”

“What the f⏤!” Sasuke tamped down the urge to scream, throwing his hands to the air. “I can’t believe you all! You, Neji and Naruto all planned this?! I can’t believe that you would betray me. You’re my brother!”

“And as your older brother, I agreed with Neji-kun that you avoiding Naruto-kun is damaging you in the long run, but considering your stubbornness I thought that it’d be better if I nudged a little in the right direction.”

“Unbelievable. I thought that you, of all people, understood me the best considering the experience we suffered with mother and father.”

Sighing, Itachi stilled in commiseration, picking his tea cup. He sipped the warm beverage, murmuring. “I considered these memories for a long time, but I concluded that I shouldn’t let them deter my life. It’s specifically because of them that I’m determined to find the perfect companionship with my soulmate.”

Sasuke scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, big words from someone who didn’t bother himself to find his own soulmate. You know really well that he or she lives in the Netherlands but you kept delaying buying the plane ticket.”

“…I have…other priorities for now.”  Itachi argued with a clipped tone.

“No, you just share the same trauma as I do but since it’s not your problem, you thought you could manipulate however you liked about my own life. It is your loss though, because even if our parents’ divorce may had influenced my opinion about Soulmates, I have valid reasons to reject it.” Sasuke declared, tightening his hands into a fist. “I’ll do this damn job with Naruto just to prove you, and then we’ll go on our own goddamn different paths. Just you wait.”

“…” Itachi studied his younger brother’s agitated state, eyebrows knitted, resolute.

Honestly, Sasuke had already grown old enough to be in any need of his guidance, but above all, he wasn’t really accepting any of it even if Itachi tried to drill any word in his hard-headed mind. From now on he guessed he’d leave it up to Naruto, and he hoped the young man would have enough patience handling his younger brother.

⏤.⏤

Naruto was being…strange. At first, Sasuke expected that the dumbass would use the opportunity that he unblocked his contact to flirt with him, or engage inane conversation or send dick pics. The blond man was oddly very considerate nevertheless, using their chats for strict professional subjects, not one thing out of line.

On the other hand, they had a lot of physical meetings. At first it was only once per week, not arousing his suspicion as Sasuke considered that Naruto probably had a lot of questions that it’d be better clarified with these kinds of meetings. The following week they had twice per week and then thrice. Also, whatever professional courtesy Naruto had respected in chats, was thrown out of the window when he saw Sasuke, trying to start off-topic conversations, sitting really close to him and generally being a pain in the ass.

(Sasuke didn’t want to admit that he was enjoying those meetings)

When Naruto called, ready to schedule another meeting, Sasuke rebutted. “A meeting? Online meeting, you meant.”

“Oh no, like a meeting, meeting. As in, me going to your office or you going to mine and…”

“For someone who only uses online tools for your everyday work, you oddly prefer a face to face meeting for no particular reason.”

“What can I say, I’m a people’s person after all.” Naruto chuckled. “Well, if you’re too busy we can reschedule if you want.”

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. This really felt like some sort of measured chess game, when one man was carefully choosing which pieces to sacrifice or to keep it alive. He expected that since Naruto was so impatient he’d prefer a direct approach instead of slowly luring him in.

“Then again, I haven’t seen him for over seven years, who knows how much he had changed since then.”

⏤.⏤  

UGH.

This is so fucking hard.

What Naruto really wanted was to drag Sasuke to some secluded room and have his way until they were both satisfied. But nope, that stupid ass bastard is just too stubborn and suspicious of everything that if he did any sudden move, Naruto was afraid that Sasuke would disappear to some far away country, like Canada or Argentina or something like that.

Was he asking for too much in wanting to have his soulmate back? Was he? He just wanted life to be easier for once. Stupid Sasuke. Why. Uuuuugh. Now Sasuke was already getting suspicious that they were having way too many meetings and Naruto wanted at least some compensation for using all his remaining patience to let Sasuke dictate this fucking slower than slug pace.

He heard the familiar ping, unlocking his phone.

Sorry, just finished a meeting now. I’m going to arrive 15 minutes late.

Oooooh?

Grinning, Naruto noticed Sasuke typing some response but he was quicker.

Uchiha-sama is going to be late? My eyes didn’t deceive me just now, did I really read that?

Moron.

Naruto laughed, thankful that his typing speed was faster than Sasuke’s. I mean, Uchiha Sasuke-sama is actually going to be late for the first time in his life. Wow, it’s going to rain knives today.

It’s not my fault dumbass, the sponsor I was talking with wanted more details about my software. And he’s an old man it was difficult to explain in layman terms.

Ah, yeah…sounds tough. Don’t worry about it, I can wait while I’m working. Thanks for the heads up.

Sasuke snorted, relaxing his shoulders on the taxi seat while he stared at the buildings passing by. Opening a new company was so hard, so many people to visit, so many potential sponsors and clients to sell your product. There were also many annoying obligations to register your company and documentation to smooth things through too. His father gave enough initial investments to help them open the business but aside that, they were really green, unsure what steps to proceed in a shrewd market.

Thanks to Naruto’s strategies their brand is getting recognition between specialists for now, some well-known influencers tested their technology, aiding him to show tangible successes in the effort to convince people. But although they were impressed, few signed the deed, not wanting to risk their precious capital over an infant company.

Exhaling a tired breath, he went to the conference room after he greeted Neji. The moment he opened the door, he immediately picked the nice fragrance of fresh cooked rice.

“Hey. I’m just gonna finish retouching some reports and we’ll start the meeting right away.” Naruto said.

In front of him laid a neat porcelain plate with three onigiris, then a tomato salad inside a plastic package and even Caramel dark chocolate from a fancy brand.

“Oh yeah, feel free to dig in, I bought this for you.”

At this admission his stomach growled and Sasuke licked his lips. “How did you know I was hungry?” Sharp graphite eyes narrowed.

“Well…if I’m not mistaken, you usually eat around 12:30 or something right? Unless you changed your habit, I mean. But it’s already 1 pm, and you didn���t mention stopping a little to eat lunch, so I thought it would be best if I bought something for you.”

…Naruto still remembered all his favorite foods. Warm beats expanded in his chest and Sasuke forcibly tamped it down. This is just residual instinct caused by this soulmating system, it had nothing to do with his feelings. He savored each bite in silence while Naruto gave the monthly report.

Hmph. Dumbass.

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Chapter 03

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I just saw your inbox is open for request so I'm here! I think it's amazing you're taking requests, you're awesome! I already know the rules, and I wanted to ask if it's okay with you an HC of Sirius, Luka, Zero and Kyle on how they take care of an ill MC who refuses to admit she's ill? ❤ thank you, don't feel any pressure just do it if you feel like 🌟💕

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Sirius, Luka, Kyle and Zero and how they take care of an ill MC who refuses to admit she’s ill

Sirius Oswald

This man will have herbal tea coming out. his. ass, he is more than prepared for taking care of you when you are sick. 

What he wasn’t too prepared for was you refusing that you were ill in any way. You’re a stubborn little lady, as he’s learned with your relationship growing and growing. 

But he was not expecting you to accept the tea, then stop midway for a sip to immediately put it down when you realized he was giving it to you because you were sick. 

“I’m not sick! I can still work, alright? This is nothing, seriously.” 

He knows there will be no stopping you from working, since once you have a drive to do something, there is nothing stopping you. But he will be watching you every second, and he’s waiting till that moment comes when you finally succumb to your illness. Voluntarily or not.

Trying to clean a bookshelf, you’ll sway to the left, and before you know it you’re swaying way far left. But you don’t hit the ground, instead falling safely into a warm pair of arms. You look up, and there is Sirius, quirking an eyebrow. “Little lady, I think it’s time you lay down for a bit.”

You want to refuse, but you’re too tired. So you allow him to bring you to your room, laying you under the warm covers, and, oh… a cup of herbal tea already on the night stand waiting for you. 

He’ll be with you whenever he can. The moment he has a spare time from work, he’ll be coming to check on you.

If he comes to find you sleeping, he’ll sit on the edge of the bed, gently combing his fingers through your hair. He can feel how much body heat is radiating off of you and it break his heart, truly, to feel just how ill you are. 

He’s going to cook you a nice dinner too. He’ll bring you up some soup; chicken noodle. And he’ll feed it to you too. He refuses to let you lift a finger at this point. 

“Do you believe me now that you are sick,” he chuckles. You roll your eyes. 

“This is merely a little cold. Nothing more.”

Luka Clemence

Luka tends to do the same thing, in denying that he’s sick when he actually is sick. So now he understands what it is like to be on the other side, incredibly frustrated at someone for refusing to admit they are indeed sick. Just why did it have to be you, he thinks. 

He can’t take it anymore when he’s watching you fight to stay awake as you slice carrots, and almost cut your finger off! He’s pulling the knife away from you, and oh god, up close he can feel how hot you are. 

He looks at your face, and there are heavy bags beneath your eyes, not to mention your eyes are red. And now up close, he’s noticing that you’re shaking as if you were incredibly cold, but there would be no chance for you to be. 

This is the final straw for him. He takes a deep breath and gently asks you to sit at the table while he finishes the cooking. “MC, please don’t argue… just sit here for a moment, ok?” He is very gentle.

Luka quickly finishes the dinner you two started for everyone, and he makes you a little something different; soup, and some toast. 

When he turns around to tell you he’s completed dinner, you’re asleep slumped in your chair. 

Careful not to wake you, he brushes the strands of hair that stick to your sweaty face. Then he lifts you from your chair and brings you to his room, laying you down in his bed. 

Once he’s handed out dinner, he is pleasantly surprised to return and see you still sleeping. He gets right to taking care of you, pressing a cool compress to your head, and ordering for medicine to be brought to him immediately. 

When you do wake up, if you try to get up, or continue to deny being sick, at all, he will gently push on your shoulders — a little tap is enough for you to fall back in the bed — till you are laying back down. 

“Look… I really understand where you are coming from. I know you want to keep working, but if you don’t break this fever, you could become seriously ill. So please, if just for the rest of the day, stay in bed.”

Kyle Ash

bro. you better stop, stop 

This man is a doctor, and trying to hide it, trying to deny it, is not going to work one bit. 

And he certainly won’t put up with it either. As a doctor, to see anyone disregarding their health is upsetting to him. Your health and safety is the most important thing to him, and for you to not take it seriously hurts.

So you can damn well expect that Kyle isn’t taking any of that, “I’m fine,” or, “It’s just allergies,” bull. 

He’ll point across the room and says, “hey, look at that,” and once you’ve looked over, he’ll suddenly swoop you up and over his shoulder, dragging you to the nursery. 

“Please, Kyle, put me down, I promise you, I’m not sick!”

“Very well, I will put you down,” he says as he lays on the bed. But before you can even think about getting up, he is straddling you, and leaning over to gently hold your arms above your head. “But stop denying that you are sick. I’ve watched you for the last hour sluggishly trudge down the halls because you can hardly carry your own weight,

“I’ve listened to you cough into the night— don’t deny it, no matter how hard you tried to muffle it, I heard it. 

“And god,” he presses his hand to your forehead, “You’re burning up. So honey, quit the crap. You’re sick.” Kyle’s not here to play

For the rest of the day, his is making sure you are resting, a nice cool compress resting upon your forehead. He also has a window open slightly to let in fresh air. It’s important you have some fresh air. 

Though he’ll be in the room with you, it’ll be fairly quiet, and he won’t really interact with you unless it is to get you anything. He wants you resting; that means sleeping. And you can’t sleep if you’re talking with each other. 

So he has the lights dimmed and sits at the other side of the room with a bottle of whiskey, and watches as you sleep.

Zero

He’s probably stuck with what to do actually. He knows you’re sick, everyone around you knows you are sick, it is just you who refuses to admit it. And he’s not a very forceful guy, so he’s kinda stuck.

On one end, he really wants you to get some rest to fight off that fever he can practically feel radiating off of you from a mile away. On the other hand, he doesn’t want to upset you. You know you’re body, and you know how you’re feeling.

But in this case, he really can’t just stand by. He actually asks Kyle for some help, and the two of them band together to form a plan. Kyle distracts you, and Zero sneaks up behind you to lift you up, dragging you back to his room. 

He’s dedicating the entire day to taking care of you. 

Precious boy really just wants you to get better; for one, so you can stop glaring at him from under the covers. 

He stays with you the whole day. Duty may call, but in the end, you are what’s most important. He’ll lay beside you, keeping a safe distance so he doesn’t catch whatever you have. He’ll hold your hand too.

He will bring you up food, and help feed you if you need it. He’ll help you to drink water— you need lots of liquid.

If you vomit at all, within seconds he has a bucket beneath you to catch anything. He is mega prepared, and has fast reflexes.

You may feel a little embarrassed afterwards, but don’t you worry, Zero is there to assure you immediately there is nothing to be embarrassed about. 

“You’re sick, MC. I know you don’t want to admit it, but you are, so don’t feel embarrassed by this. It’s alright… no, don’t move, just lay back, okay? I’ll clean it up… I just want you to get better. So please, relax. Let me handle everything.” 

By evening, you’ve become so sluggish, you finally come to terms with being sick, and you can hardly move. He helps you in taking a bath. He is gentle with his ministrations, keeping you upright and lathering you with soap. It is very comfortable, and relaxing, and has you beginning to wonder why you just didn’t admit to being sick in the first place just to be treated so royally like this by your loving boyfriend. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

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[deadlytales]

Annie96 is Typing...

annie96: you asleep??

mcdavey: no.. guess you're not either :p   

annie96: can't.. it's the wind.. sounds like cats fighting. whats your excuse? :p

mcdavey: studying :(

annie96: so that's what they call porn now? :p

mcdavey: annie wtf!!!

annie96: not denying it? :p

mcdavey: I still can't believe what johnny did today!!

annie96: me neither.. that boy has issues..

annie96: wtf the winds so loud.. that doesn't seem normal lol

mcdavey: No wind over here. Just rain.

annie96: Lucky you. i need my beauty sleep! :p

mcdavey: Damn right you do ;)

annie96: what? you mean i look

annie96: shit i think i heard footsteps on the gravel outside

mcdavey: Get your crazy dad to check it out :p

annie96: i'm home alone! the fam are on holiday remember? i told you this!

mcdavey: Really? Till when? We should hang out :D

annie96: they really sound like footsteps but theres something odd about them.. i should look out the window but my bed is so warm!

mcdavey: Sure you wanna look out the window when you're alone? What if there really is someone there in your garden, looking up at you? :p

annie96: NOT FUNNY DAVID

mcdavey: wow chill.. I'm sure it's nothing

annie96: gonna check brb

mcdavey: if there's something strange in your neighborhood

mcdavey: Who ya gonna call?

annie96: David theres someone in the garden!!!

mcdavey: What really?

annie96: YES, i can see a mans back...

mcdavey: What's he doing?

annie96: he's looking for something? on his hands and knees in the bushes...

mcdavey: haha he must be high.. probably looking for his drugs :p

annie96: david this is serious! what should i do??

mcdavey: nothing? He'll probably go away by himself :)

annie96: omg now he's digging with his bare hands.. he's ruining the garden!

annie96: shit hes turning around

mcdavey: What does he look like?

annie96: DAVID WTF THIS ISN'T FUNNY

mcdavey: What??

annie96: HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?

mcdavey: what are you talking about??

annie96: i can see you! in my garden! how are you writing here wihtout touching your phone? look up! i'm by the window can't you hear me banging on it?

mcdavey: Fuck annie now you're scaring me too.. I'm definitely not in your garden. That's not me.

annie96: STOP PLAYING AROUND. i can see your face. and youre wearing that stupid football jacket your so proud of!

mcdavey: It must be someone who looks like me.. honestly annie i'm at home. I wouldn't play around like that.. :)

annie96: it has to be a friend of yours david.. playing a sick prank.. how else could he be wearing your jacket??

mcdavey: there are loads of jackets like that! my friends don't look anything like me.. you just have me on your mind ;)

annie96: hes digging again

annie96: fucking leave already!!!

mcdavey: annie, do you have a gun in your house?

annie96: don't be stupid david. i couldn't shoot anyone.

mcdavey: you don't have to use it. just show that you're carrying.

annie96: doesn't that jacket have your name on the back?

mcdavey: yeah the team all got one with their name on

annie96: i can see your fucking name!!!

mcdavey: what

annie96: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS DAVID

mcdavey: Annie that jackets in my closet...

annie96: FUCK HES SEEN ME

annie96: WHY IS HE SMILING LIKE THAT

annie96: HES COMING

mcdavey: CALL THE COPS!!!

mcdavey: ANNIE?!

mcdavey: ANNIE PICK UP

mcdavey: i've called the cops, told them theres a break-in attempt at your place. they said they're on their way but it'll take about half an hour

mcdavey: annie are you there?

annie96: its in the house. cant talk i have to be quiet. lights off. im in a closet with a knife. hard to type shaking too much

mcdavey: fuck fuck hang in there annie the police will be there in 20 mins.. do you know where he is?

annie96: IT. not he. the look it had when it saw me David.. no person could look like that..

mcdavey: jesus christ does it know where you are?

annie96: no i grabbed the knife when i saw it running toward the house and i got in the closet when i heard it breaking in

mcdavey: ok good you'll be fine.. a druggie doesn't have the brains to find someone hiding in the closet.. the police will be there soon!

annie96: oh god its calling out to me

annie96: it doesn't sound like you david

annie96: its voice is so deep

annie96: filling the house

annie96: filling my head

mcdavey: what is it saying

annie96: "come out annie."

annie96: "i just wanna look at you."

annie96: it keeps repeating that over and over

annie96: have I gone mad david?

annie96: is this what it feels like?

mcdavey: just 10 more minutes annie! keep it together! you are so strong you will get through this!

annie96: its coming up the stairs but so.. slowly.. irregular steps

annie96: why does it look like you david? why you??

mcdavey: i don't know annie!! please believe me

annie96: can you make it stop?

annie96: please make it stop?

mcdavey: i would if i could i promise you

annie96: its at the end of the hall

annie96: david i didn't say anything to my parents when they left

annie96: i was listening to music

annie96: is that the last time i see them?

mcdavey: annie

annie96: this has something to do with you david.. only you can make it stop.. think fast..

mcdavey: I DON'T KNOW ANNIE GOD PLEASE

annie96: please...

mcdavey: it might be... because i think about you so much

mcdavey: i think about you all the time

annie96: so stop.

mcdavey: i dont know how

annie96: its scraping something on the walls the walls getting closer.. please david..

mcdavey: im trying. i'm trying so hard

annie96: it's slowing down. Try harder.

annie96: Whatever you're doing, it's working.

annie96: it's stopped. I can't hear anything.

mcdavey: really?? don't go out yet! stay put until the police get there!

annie96: What should i tell them if he's gone?

mcdavey: EVERYTHING annie EVERYTHING you told me

annie96: I didn't know you felt that way about me, David :)

mcdavey: i'm so glad its stopped

annie96: Can you come over in the morning David? I really need to see you :)

mcdavey: of course annie i'll be there

annie96: Great! Can't wait!

mcdavey: annie...

mcdavey: annie how do i know this is you?

Annie96 went offline.

[rainandhotchocolate]

hi huns!! how are you? I was wondering if you could write a james potter imagine inspired by the song consequences by camila cabello BUT with a happy ending (maybe having morz than one part if you want) thanks!!

A/N Hello yes! Sorry this took a while, I’ve been trying to trek through my requests whilst full time working and it’s struggle city - but I hope you enjoy! I really wanted to make this a sad ending but since you requested happy… ;) It’s also only one part, but it’s a long’un, so I hope that makes up for it! 

The War

She always knew James was reckless, doing tricks on his broom in torrential rain, skinny dipping with Sirius and the Giant Squid, trying to levitate balls of string around Professor McGonagall during meal times to see if she’d swipe at them. But nothing compared to when they finally finished school and were invited by encrypted mail to meet Dumbledore 2 months after graduation.

She could see the glint in his eye, reading the large cursive letters detailing where to meet him, sitting cross-legged on the carpet in front of the TV.

“Have you read this?” He turned to face Y/N, grinning broadly, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Yeah, this morning, what do you think it means?”

“Well it’s obvious isn’t it! Dumbledore’s putting together people to fight against you-know-who! I better see if the rest of the gang got the same letter” He reached over to the old, wooden fireplace next to him and grabbed a handful of floo powder and shouted “Boys, get over here”.

Within minutes Sirius, Remus, and Peter had materialised in the fireplace and where stepping out into their living room, brushing off bits of soot.

“Is this about the letter?”

“What did I tell you! I knew Dumbledore must have been doing something”

“DO you reckon it’ll be dangerous”

“I hope so” James stood up, grinning and greeting them with them with a bear hug. Y/N watched, a little anxiously, as they begun to strategize, wondering what they would be doing, would they be going on missions? Would they be duelling?

As much as Y/N loved James’ wild streak, it certainly kept her on edge, especially now with the war building, and James desperate to be doing something about it. James turned to her, reaching out his hand to invite her to join the group.

“Aren’t you excited?”

“Can’t wait” but she stayed where she was, sipping her large mug of tea, thinking.

“I’m sure you all know why we are here” Dumbledore spoke, in a grave voice, watching the group of people in front of him over his half-moon spectacles, “Voldemort’s power is growing, and so are his supporters. Whilst the ministry is saying that they have things covered, but from insider information, we know otherwise. We want to build up a resistance, a group of people who we know who will want to fight back, not just politically but physically, find out where these supporters are and bring them out of hiding before they strike us”

“I mean half of them are just hanging out in my family home” Sirius muttered to James, making him snicker.

“I need to preface this before I have you commit to working with us, and before we can provide you any information about what we are planning on doing that this will be dangerous, and we cannot guarantee your safety on what ever we may ask you to do.”

He watched us closely, a largely mis-matched group of people, some fresh out of high school and some reaching their late 60s all keeping their eyes fixed on Dumbledore. No one said anything, waiting to see if anyone would move, make to leave. One Dumbledore seemed satisfied that we were all here to stay, his face broke into a large smile.

“Welcome, to the Order of the Phoenix”.

Sirius and Remus burst through their front door, screaming for Y/N to get up, get up, come help us now! She was already waiting on the couch, not being able to sleep when James went out on a mission without her, and jumped up, following them quickly into the kitchen. James was writhing in pain, a large gash in his shoulder and his leg was bent in an awful position.

“We didn’t have time to heal him, we were outnumbered” Sirius explained, heaving him onto the kitchen counter, “We wouldn’t have gotten out in time”

“That’s ok, seems like you’re lucky to have gotten out alive” Y/N begun pulling out bandages and potions they’d stockpiled over the past year, placing them around the counter before checking his wounds.

“The one on his shoulder doesn’t seem to want to close over, we tried to magically heal it when we got out of the way so he’d stop losing blood, but if anything it seems like it just keeps getting worse” Remus groaned, leaning his own leg up on a stool and beginning to mutter incantations at it, wincing every few seconds as bits of his leg moved back to their original positions.

“Are you ok, Padfoot?” Y/N called over as he joined Remus, making sure his foot was healing properly.

“Yes yes, though close call with my lovely cousin Bellatrix, she would have hexed me into next century if she could have”

“Wait, you were ambushed? By deatheaters?” Y/N looked up, suddenly very nervous.

“We reckon, there’s no way anyone could have known we’d be searching for Inferi out at the Aveene” Remus said glumly, wincing again as Sirius growled, grabbing a little too tight at his ankle as he bandaged it up.

“Oh, crap sorry- I just, I want to know which absolute GIT ratted us out” Sirius’ eyes grew dark, clearly not paying attention to Remus anymore who pulled Sirius’ hands away and finished his foot by himself.

“They may not have ratted us out, you know what they did to Alice and Frank, there’s no telling what they’ll do to get information”

“Alice and Frank didn’t give up anything though did they? Kept their heads on… till the end”

“And that’s something to be proud of?” Y/N looked up at him, frowning. Sure they had fought for us, kept our secrets, but at what cost? Their entire sanity? Livelihoods?

“What, you think they should have given in to the Death Eaters?” Sirius turned on Y/N quickly, now standing over her. Remus went to grab out a hand but he shrugged it off, now glaring at her. Y/N stood her ground.

“You know that’s not what I meant, Sirius, but we need to stop glorifying this stupid sadistic heroism – if you’re not all careful you’ll get yourself killed”

“Better die than betray the Order” Sirius muttered, but Y/N pretended not to hear him, trying to focus on James whose eyes were now fluttering dangerously, his hair standing on ends.

“You’ll be ok, you’ll be ok, just stay awake for another minute” Y/N brushed the hair out of his eyes, lifted his head and got him to drink a large healing potion. He began coughing and spluttering, trying to push the potion away until he suddenly flashed his eyes open.

“What – we need to, where is everyone, they’re going to k-“

“You’re fine, we’re fine, the boys took you home” Y/N tried to soothe him but he was already trying to get up before he moaned loudly after attempting to stand.

“You need to lie back down, I haven’t finished healing you yet, otherwise your system is going to go into shock”

“I need-“

“Lie down James Potter, this instant” Y/N stared him down until he got back onto the table, albeit grumbling incoherently. Y/N fussed over him for what seemed like an hour, muttering spells, placing drops in his wounds with James equally fussing over her fussing, “I’m fine!” “Minor blood loss is a win!”

Finally, she stopped, checking his pulse and sitting him upright.

“Feeling better?”

“I mean I was feeling fiiii-“ She silenced him with a look, “Ok yes, much better. Thank you, love”

He winked, leaning in and kissing her deeply. Sirius made pretend gagging noises in the corner and James rolled his eyes, laughing.

“I do have a little present for you though” James grinned, suddenly mischievous, limping slightly on his leg as he left the room.

“What for?” Y/N called after him, desperately confused, looking over at the two boys who shrugged nonchalantly, avoiding her gaze. Y/N narrowed her eyes, and stalked after him.

“If it’s another bouquet of freaking flowers that sprays beetle dung at me, so help me I will-“ but she stopped dead at the sight in front of her.

James was down on one knee, staring up at her, smiling so softly she felt like she might melt right then and there. In his hand was a silver ring, with a small, oddly shaped gem sitting in the middle. She leant in slightly to get a better look, gasping when she saw it was a small stag.

“It lets you know if I’m ok, the gem changes colour if I’m hurt or injured” James smiled, a little embarrassed at his soppiness.

“Like a mood ring” Y/N couldn’t help but choke out a laugh, James looking confused as she shook her head, motioning for him to continue.

“Ok, ok, Y/N Y/L/N, you are the most amazing, ridiculously smart, makes a banging set of pancakes, and has a banging bod, no wait this is meant to be more romantic-sorry”

“No, no, I like it keep going”

“Ok, well, you’re basically my favourite human, Witch or otherwise, I could ever hope to meet, and I would love if you would do me the honour of keeping me and my idiotic adventures company for life”

“We’re the idiotic adventures by the way” Sirius chimed in, clearly listening at the door. Y/N laughed loudly as she heard Remus pull him off the chair he was leaning against and fell on the ground with a loud “Oommph, fuck!”

“Um so yes anyway, would be great if you answered now but I know it’s 5 in the morning and I totally ge-“

“Stop being stupid, of course I’ll marry you!” Y/N pulled him into a strong hug, pulling away and placing her head against his. He wiped away a tear that had snuck down his cheek, laughing happily as he clung to the back of her neck.

“I love you so much, Y/N”

“I know” Y/N grinned, and he kissed her, long and deep, and the war melted away for a few extra minutes.

tag: @fashionlive15 

[spiderlingdaya]

Home (Peter Parker x Reader)

You had a free period for 6th and you couldn’t be more thankful. School was always a pain in the ass for you and the less time spent there, the better. You walked into Mr. Delmar’s deli and you greeted the man with a smile and wave.

“There’s one of my favorite loyal customers!” He shouted smiling with his arms stretched out, “No Mr. Parker today?” You blushed at the mention of your boyfriend and Mr. Delmar’s evident notice in you both being attached at the hip.

“Free period today Mr. Delmar, but speaking of that dweeb would you mind-”

“A number 5 with pickles and smushed down real flat?” Mr. Delmar interrupted causing you to erupt into laughter while nodding your head. Mr. Delmar knew your orders like the back of his hand, he would argue that it was a natural talent but you knew it was because Peter stopped by almost every day after school to pick you both up some late lunch.

You smiled and waved bye to Mr. Delmar as he handed you your sandwiches and you were on your way again.

You didn’t want to head home knowing no one was there, so you decided on Peter’s apartment since you knew you’d end up there somehow anyways.

You trudged on to his apartment complex with your headphones in jamming to one of the playlists you made Peter, pulling out the spare key he had given you.

You softly smiled at the little web drawn on it, he drew it the day you found out he was Spider-Man.

~ flashback ~ “But what if you get hurt?! What if you don’t make it back to me?!” You cried, the tears threatening to spill as you struggled fighting them back.

“Baby, baby don’t think like that,” he soothed as his hand caressed you cheek, “You know I’d never leave you. But this isn’t a day job, I can’t quit and just stop when I have the ability to save people.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning into his palm. You knew he was right, you actually secretly admired all the good Spider-Man has done for New York, but now that you know he’s your dorky boyfriend you couldn’t help from worrying. At least this confirmed why his natural clumsy self had amazing new reflexes and how he got this very new muscular body, although you’d always thought he was fit. For a while you had thought he was on drugs but then you remembered how he has to crush a medicine pill in order to swallow it- so drugs were ruled out.

He sensed your fear and pulled you into a tight embrace, softly holding your head against his shoulder. “Hey hey hey, listen to me, i’m gunna be ok. I’m practically indestructible.” He chucked lightly, trying to ease the mood.

You rolled your eyes at his horrible timing to make a joke and softly pushed away. “Peter, we’ve been dating for 6 months and we’ve been best friends for years..I know when you’re bullshitting me.” You voiced trying not to sound as scared as you were.

Peter’s eyes softened as he saw just how concerned you actually were. He didn’t know how to ease your pain until an idea popped into his head.

“Give me your key.” He announced. “W-what? Why?” You asked as you noticed the hopeful gleam in his eye. “Just trust me, let me see your key to the apartment.”

You curiously pulled your key out from your bag and handed it to him as he excitedly took it from your hand and looked in his desk drawers. “What are you-”

“Shhh just give me a sec.” he interrupted as he pulled out a red sharpie and started scribbling on it.

“Peter if you’re drawing a penis on my key I swear I will break up with you right now.” You said causing him to giggle and shh you once again. He finalized a few things on the key and then softly blew on it to dry the sharpie. Holding it up for him to further examine he smiled and handed it back to you with a shy smile. You gave him a questioning look as you took it from his hands and looked down at your key.

There you saw a little red web with a tiny “p” scribbled on the corner. You broke out in a smile as you ran your thumb across the sharpied web as he stood in front of you smiling wider at your reaction.

“This way you’ll always have a piece of me with you and it’ll always lead me home.”

You couldn’t help but let a few tears freely fall as you stood up on your tip toes to tightly wrap your arms around your boyfriends neck.

“I can’t stay mad at you” you sighed into his neck, “spider-man.” You whispered the last part causing him to smile into your shoulder and tighten his grip around you. ~ present ~

You sighed as your thumb caressed the web remembering how the very next day he stumbled into your bedroom window with a black eye and bruised lip. Entering his apartment you found Aunt May doing the dishes as the radio softly played in the background.

You tip toed behind her and whispered “Hi May!” by her ear causing her to jump and squeal as you giggled.

“Oh you little jerk you just about gave me a heart attack!” May heavily breathed holding a hand to her heart.

“Sorry May, I just couldn’t help myself!” You laughed as you raised your hands in defense. “Ugh huh sure you couldn’t, well for that you get to dry!” She said throwing you a kitchen towel.

You caught it with both hands and held a hand to your heart. “Well I’d be honored.” You joked as she laughed and you stood next to her drying the dishes.

“Wait what are you even doing here? Not that you aren’t always welcome and that I don’t love seeing your beautiful face but shouldn’t you be in school? I will not tolerate any ditching under this house.” May quirked an eyebrow as she finished using her “authoritative” tone that she strictly uses to make Peter clean his room.

You laughed and raised your arms in defense. “Free period May, no ditching has been done, I gotta say your lack of faith in me really hurts.” You fake pouted making May roll her eyes and bump you with her hip. You both laughed and then continued to wash the dishes side by side while singing along to whatever old 80s song was playing on the radio.

After the dishes were washed and dried, May gave you a quick kiss to the forehead as a thank you and headed to her room to watch her shows. May always thought of you like a daughter and when you and Peter were strictly just friends she had always secretly hoped you two would become more. I guess she saw right through all the teasing and late nights studying for tests although it took you both a little longer to realize.

You grabbed your bag from the door and headed into Peter’s room, throwing it on the floor somewhere. You took in the sight of your boyfriends small but welcoming room and although there was shirts out of place and the bed was unmade, it was still clean for a teenage boy.

You picked up around his room and made his bed only to plop down on his bottom bunk and wait till your boyfriend came home.

You knew he’d be home late today as he had “the stark internship” so you managed to get a little homework in before the moon accompanied you.

The day caught up with you and you felt your eyes get droopy so you decided to take a quick nap before he came home. Your current attire was too tight and uncomfortable for you to sleep in so you were on the search for something more suited.

Rummaging through his drawers, you pulled out his midtown long sleeve and quickly pulled it on. You noticed it still smelled like him and you smiled while you hugged it to yourself, the shirt reaching mid thigh on your noticeably smaller frame.

You threw your hair up in a messy bun and slipped your pants off grabbing a pair of Peter’s boxers to finish the look. You checked yourself out in the mirror and giggled at how big everything looked on you. You laid on his bed with your headphones in and fell asleep cuddling one of his pillows.

It was now 8:46 at night, you had been asleep for roughly two hours so you didn’t notice the window sliding up and a full suited Spider-man crawling on the roof. Due to your sleeping state, he hadn’t noticed you either.

Peter pulled his mask off and dropped it on his desk as he softly jumped down from the ceiling. He sighed once his feet hit the ground and let the suit fall off his body, quickly gathering it up and putting it away for safe keeping.

Peter went to grab a T-shirt from his dresser when he noticed his room didn’t look how he left it. Starting to panic, Peter went to reach for the suit again, that’s when he noticed a human formed lump on his bed.

Putting on the mask, he tip toed over to his bed ready to fight when he suddenly stopped as he recognized his blue midtown sweater.

Pulling the mask off once again, he saw that the lump in his bed was you and he smiled a sigh of relief.

His heart leaped out of his chest when he saw you sleeping but it soared when he noticed you were wearing his shirt. He looked around his room realizing that you must of cleaned it up and recognized the small white bag sitting atop his desk as a sandwich from Mr. Delmar’s.

He couldn’t really believe he had you, not only were you one of his best friends, but you didn’t freak out when he admitted he liked you and you actually liked him back, and you didn’t run away or make him stop being Spider-man when you found out. Not to mention he thought you were the most gorgeous person he’s ever laid eyes on.

He smiled to himself picturing you cleaning his room and grabbing him lunch, which he would never ask of you and not because he enjoyed you doing things for him, but the fact that you did it knowing his busy schedule and knowing he didn’t have the time to do it himself.

He leaned over you and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, causing you to stir slightly and wake up.

You broke out in a yawn and stretched as you noticed your boyfriend leaning above you and your face lit up.

“Thank God, I was beginning to worry when you’d come home.” You smiled, your voice still tracing signs of sleep as it was barely audible.

Peter smiled and got into bed next to you, you moving aside and positioning yourself laying on his outstretched left arm staring up at him.

His arm wrapped around you, his fingers tracing random patterns on your arm as he kissed your forehead and muttered,

“I’ll always come home knowing I have you to greet me. No matter who I fight or what pain I feel, my only cure is evidently my only weakness; you.”

You didn’t reply, you didn’t need to. You lifted your hand to his cheek and leaned up to press your lips against his.

No words could ever compare to the meaning behind that kiss, it wasn’t only a proclamation of love, but a promise. A promise to always be his cure and his promise that he’d always come back to you, in any form shape or way.

He held you close as you pulled away, both of you wearing soft smiles on your lips as he looked into your eyes and whispered, “you are my home.”

[ruwithmeguys]

A little One-Shot

Ok... I hate hiatus's but they’re also perfect for inspiring and fic writing.

Now this is just an indulgent piece of fluff I had too much fun writing but, alas, I only wrote it in 20 mins (I was inspired) because I don’t have a lot of time to spare so if it feels crude or just plain wrong, then I do apologise.

This is for @callistawolf who wanted some new pieces and I thought I’d get the ball rolling, for @hopedreamlovepray who made me fall in love with one-shots and a thank you to @n4r4nch4 who literally cheers me on, even when I feel like I’m undeserving.

I love this fandom!

So I don’t think this will happen in the show but... (If you guys like it, I’ll put it on AO3 later)

.....

Happy.

It’s what she’d hoped for him, them. Eventually. But in all honesty; she’d had trouble believing it could happen... till a couple of weeks ago that is.

Now they were here, on Lian Yu.

Everything that shouldn’t have happened, happened, and everything they didn’t expect to did as well: the good and the bad.

Black Siren was gone. She truly was the exact opposite of the Laurel they’d known. She’d disappeared, injured as she was, during Oliver’s fight with Slade and none of them had the heart – nor the energy – to search for her.

But they would.

Later.

Adrian was gone. Dead... but Oliver hadn’t killed him. Thankfully he’d walked an unexpected path.

Oliver. Eyes closing, listening to the sound of the waves at her feet, Felicity remembered...

“Come on Oliver; it’s simple. Look.” Hand fisted in Felicity’s hair, he yanked backwards until her throat was exposed - her body pressed to his front - and held one of his daggers beneath her throat. “I’ll make it easy for you.” His eyes unblinkingly on Oliver’s, Adrian stressed each and every word. “If you don’t kill me - if you don’t shoot an Arrow into my neck - I will kill the woman you’ve been pretending not to love.”

It took an age for a response to come.

Without a weapon, he’d stood there – Oliver – as he’d entered the clearing, the place Adrian had hunted Felicity to until she couldn’t keep running anymore, and hadn’t said a word.

He’d just looked at her, seeing her determination, her exhaustion. Her fear.

Her love.

Her resolve. “Don’t.” She forced through her clenched teeth. “Not for me.”

Not anymore.

He couldn’t now. Not after everything. Not even for her.

And he knew that, she could see it. This couldn’t be like the Count. This wouldn’t be him instinctively obeying the mindset of the man who’d used killing as a defence mechanism for survival - a mechanism to protect - for over five years.

This... what had to happen, would be the turning point of his life.

And she was fine with that. “It’s ok.” She whispered; her voice scratchy from lack of water as she watched him watch her. “I’ll be fine.”

“No.” Adrian promised - a smile in his voice - the knife pressing into her neck. “She won’t.”

He was right. He’d kill her. Just to spite Oliver. If Oliver refused to kill him, Adrian would kill her as punishment. And the Oliver Queen she’d started to see again for the first time in 14 months, the Oliver Queen she’d made love to on his birthday - a present full of sex had been due for a while and was, let’s face it, part and parcel for the course between them - where he’d shown her in an explicit and detailed physical exploration with his hands - oh those fingers, she’d missed those fingers - his mouth - the perfect mix of firm and supple softness: pillow mountains - his tongue - this isn’t helping - and his words-

His words.

I’m so sorry I destroyed us.

You made me happy. I haven’t felt that since I took it away.

I didn’t know how to accept that I was worth being loved, that I could be loved by... by you. By Felicity Smoak.

I love you. I never stopped. It never went away, never altered...

I missed you.

Oh, I love it when you do that.

You feel good. Familiar. Yet... different too.

But... still good? (she’d had to ask, to be sure that still wanted her like she wanted him)

No. (And he’d smiled - of course he had - his nose brushing down hers, his fingers trailing warmth and desire over the uncovered skin of her cheeks, her throat, her shoulders and further down...) Better.

Thank you for my birthday...

That Oliver Queen who’d shone through so brightly, he’d disappear. For good this time. Dig wouldn’t be able to pull him out of it; there would be no one to show him his light.

Then he’d kill Adrian.

And after, he’d kill himself. Next to her. Just to be sure she’d be the first thing he’d see when he opened his eyes once more.

If she died here.

Yet still... it was the right choice to make. A choice where there wasn’t really a choice to make.

Oliver knew it, his eyes told her they did, the soft stance of his body told her they did...

Oliver.

If it had to end, if this was how it was supposed to go; she didn’t regret a thing. She’d loved... and had been loved in a way a lot of people can only imagine. She’d found herself inside him, her everything, her forever and her always...

So she smiled at him; it a was watery thing but large enough to see, to show the sheer happiness he’d brought to her, the love she’d felt grow somehow deeper in the two days since they’d slept together. It told him everything he needed to hear without saying anything at all.

And everything that he was, reflected all of that back at her.

How eyes could be so bright and expressive, she didn’t know but his always could and right now they were etching his name into her soul, just like he was taking hers into his own.

“Alright.” He muttered and he didn’t stop looking at her. “Kill her.”

She felt Adrian jolt behind her but didn’t stop looking at her guy, didn’t stop smiling at him. God, I love you. “What?”

“Kill her.” Oliver softly repeated.

“And you’ll just live with that? I don’t think so Oliver.”

“I know you don’t.” Oliver’s hand shifted, a knife of his own sliding into his fingers from his sleeve. “It doesn’t matter because the moment you do, the moment you kill her... I’ll kill myself.” He let out a sigh, his smile falling but his expression was still deeply serene. Like he was seeing in her everything he wanted and was so content with the reality of it, that he wouldn’t be sorry if it ended here either. “And it’ll all be over.”

Still smiling, a tear rolled down her cheek and Oliver watched it fall like he wanted to halt its progress with a finger.

It wasn’t like they wanted to die. There was so much they both wanted from each other, with each other – things they’d spoken of in the quiet after she’d brought him home to rest inside her. But if it had to end here, if it had to be this way... then let it be like this.

Together.

After all, they always been really.

“That... that’s not how this works.”

And like she’d prayed for, Felicity heard the struggle in Adrian’s voice, the need to understand something his brain was incapable of processing.

For the first time Oliver looked away from her to him. “That’s the way it is. “And there was this light in his eyes that made something in her sing as he lifted the blade up to his own throat, preparing to draw a line across it. “I won’t kill you. You don’t deserve for me to kill you. And I don’t need to.”

THIS was Oliver Queen. This was the good she saw, had been seeing since Felicity Smoak? Hi, I’m Oliver Queen.

“You don’t think it’s sick, Adrian? That you need me like this?” Throughout it all, Oliver kept his voice low and steady. “You need me so badly that you want me to kill you? I’m so important to you...”

His dagger cut into her skin. “Shut up!”

“Why?” Oliver stared at him. “Does it hurt?”

“You don’t- you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Is it the truth?” Oliver whispered. “Confess. You can’t live without me and you can’t kill without me here.” He raised a hand to the world about them in general. “But I won’t kill you. So,” Oliver looked back to her, love and hope an Arrow in his gaze, “what happens next after I’m gone? What will you do?”

Genius.

Before anyone could have done anything though, Rene - having followed Oliver but had been unable to keep up with his sprint - had shot Adrian point blank from the side. He’d died in seconds.

“I made him a promise.” Was all he’d said.

After a moment’s silence, Oliver had moved prompting her to do the same, to obey the need inside her. It just so happened his was the same need as hers.

They’d collided in the middle, his arms tight around her lifting her high off the ground, hoarse words breathed into her skin - I’m here baby - she’d wrapped herself around him, holding him close, breathing him in too and promising to never ever let go.

Spiritually speaking.

Because then they had to deal with the fallout. With Slade, who had a personal grudge against the two of them, the day just wouldn’t end, with Black Siren who’d fled the scene, Boomerang who’d been a giant pain in everyone’s ass... and Evelyn who’d then been killed in action.

A. Very. Long. Day.

She released a breath, letting the wind make a mess of her hair and rustle the trees –the lapping of the oceans waves – lull her very tired body into a peaceful state of rest.

The she felt him behind her...

“I can feel you there,” she murmured, “I couldn’t before.” And she chose – I don’t care if I’m naive – to believe it was because of their connection and not their five year war instilling a new awareness inside her that made this so.

“I didn’t want to disturb you.”

She smiled, and if her voice was throaty - a purr really - well that was his fault. “Oliver, any disturbance by you is a welcome one.”

“Really.”

Not a question.

“Yep.”

“I don’t think the others would appreciate my idea of a disturbance with you.”

Her smile couldn’t get any wider.

His sex voice. Seriously, every time after sex... this voice. How do I live with myself, I just don’t know.

Turning to face him, she chirped. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He moved closer so that the sea was to his left and the jungle, his right. “You ok?”

She really was. He’d helped her there, earlier.

Probably looking profoundly love struck and foolish, she bobbed her head at him; wordless at the way the sun hit his face and lit up his hair. He really is blonde. “You?”

“It’s strange but... I think I am.” It came out in one long exhale. “For the first time in a really long time I don’t feel so... weighed down.”

Thank you God. “That’s a good thing Oliver.”

“It is.” And it was a thing with him, how his eyes on her own - like they could live forever staring into each other’s eyes and it still wouldn’t be enough for him - always left her without the air to make a sound. “You helped me get here.”

Uh, no.  She shook her head. “Oliver, I-”

“You did. I don’t how you do it,” he shook his head; still gazing at her, “but you do it anyway. I thought I wasn’t strong enough and you proved me wrong. I thought I didn’t deserve...” and he paused because whatever he was feeling looked overwhelming and he needed the moment to centre himself. “I thought I didn’t deserve you, that I could never earn you. So I stopped trying. Stopped trying to not be that person who would never be enough all those months ago, before Rene and Rory and Dinah joined the team.” He smiled and she felt it everywhere. “You gave me hope. You got me to believe,” he took a step closer and like a teenager her heart literally skipped a beat, “in my humanity again. I can never thank you for it.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” she really didn’t want that, didn’t want him feeling like he owed her that, “you never do. What you did here, what you’ve been trying to do for months... it’s proof of who you are. A good person; the best person I know.” My person.

But the look on his face – the smile in his voice – made her pause.

“I don’t want to thank you.” He whispered, making her blink, whiplash. “I want to spend the rest of my life showing you that you were right.”

Oh wow... “The rest of your life, huh?” And if her voice wobbled with restrained joy, if hers glittered just a tad, she really didn’t care.

He took a pause that felt like years before saying, “Can we start again?”

Er... “What?”

“I want to start over with you. From start to finish. I’m yours. Always have been.” Everything in her was turning into goo. “I want to marry you Felicity. I want to make a baby with you.”

He meant that. She could see it, the promise.

A baby...

A little over a year ago, she’d been too scared to consider the possibility. Though it made her happy, the idea of having Oliver’s child, it had also terrified her. Being in a chair hadn’t been the problem; it was the prospect of failing at being a good mother to any child they had that was.

But now?

How do you contain endless joy in a moment on a beach somewhere in the North China seas?

You don’t.

“I want to live with you.” He continued, watching the changes in her expression with awe and happiness and growing passion. “To fight monsters in the dark with you. The way it should have been. As my partner.”

He was right: the months between then and now, the distance, the chill between them... nothing had felt right, as if something had been perpetually off balance with the world.

But they’d needed it to get here. Sometimes, in order to rise you have to fall first.

Her smile - broken - revealed teeth, her hair stuck to her neck, her eyes described in detail what her lips couldn’t but could only whisper, “No more ‘should haves��.”

No more maybes.

His quiet laugh was choked. “No more.” Like he wanted to touch her, he took another half a step closer (if he moved in further he’d be practically on top of her and she didn’t mind one bit) “A new beginning... with you.”

“That sounds,” she took a breath because this, this was the moment; where forever starts and wouldn’t really end, “perfect.”

Their perfect. Dark times were inevitable, trials... but happiness was due too.

The boyish grin – the laugh still present on his lips – made her want to kiss him. And she would. Soon. But he had something else to say, she could tell.

And she was right. “Felicity Smoak.” He announced, in that soft, deeply masculine way of his that shot straight to her centre, married life is going to be awesome. “Hi.” She frowned when he lifted a hand, barely any room between them for him to do more than let it grace her stomach. “I’m Oliver Queen.”

She stared up at him... then pressed her lips together in understanding, feeling so much the rightness of what he was saying.

Lifting her hand to slide into his waiting fingers, her other tucked her hair behind her ears and affected nerves, shyness. “I know who you are.” Or at least tried to, but the deeper tone that left her was anything but and she knew he felt it in his bones when he licked his lips, when his abdomen jerked against her hand. “You’re Mr Queen.”

His hand tugged her closer, so that her chest touched his. “Mr Queen was my father. And I don’t think,” how his voice could lower any further she wasn’t sure, but it could and it did and ooh... “you’d look at him the way you’re looking at me.”

Oh boy. “How am I looking at you?”

“Like you love me.” Leaning in, the depth in his eyes had her falling into his hold. “Like you want me. Like you’re mine.” He quieted, his eyes looking at her mouth. “Like I’m yours.”

“That’s quite the description.” Accurate too. “So what’s your policy on kissing a stranger you just met on an island no one knows exists?” She teased.

“Oh, it’s my first policy.” Was his shameless, super fast response and a bark of laughter shot out of her, making her eyes close. “But only with you.”

How could she not kiss him with the utter love and feeling he gave her with every word he spoke?

“Come here.” Still laughing, her free hand slid up his throat, to the back of his neck to pull him close-

But he was already right there, smiling against her lips.

(And people, this is where I be cheesy and play ‘I need my girl’ by the Nationals because the song was made for Olicity – please listen to it here)

The feel of his scruff against her skin still made her tingle - she still felt the warmth of him down her sides, her stomach muscles contracting at the sure way his mouth opened hers - and still made her shiver in delight as her smile became a physical expression of everything she felt for him. Seeking, pressing, pushing, chasing his mouth with her own - re-leaning how he tastes, letting her tongue entwine with his - her hands were around his neck in seconds, cradling his head with them just the way he liked. Like she needed him closer and she was letting him know. The way his hands slid over her spine to press her as close – and as tight to him – as humanly possible. And when his fingers slipped into her locks to cup her head as he angled his own and- oh... I’ve missed this.

The kind of kiss that made her forget the world existed.

Her hands moved to drag across his scalp, one of them shifting down under his shirt and pressing into the musculature there, feeling every movement he made and the sound that left him wasn’t a groan or a growl. It was a sigh, one that came from deep in his chest...

She nipped as his upper lip, looking into his hooded eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you.” A firm kiss was followed by another. “I love you Felicity.”

She smiled again, her nose brushing over his, their breaths mingling-

“Oh my God, you weren’t kidding.”

It was also the kind of kiss to make her completely forget they had an audience. Her eyes didn’t open and she figured his didn’t either but she felt Oliver’s lips press together as he exhaled through his nose.

“I warned you.” John. He sounded unbelievably satisfied with himself. “But nope, you wanted to see for yourself. And here it is. The ugly truth.”

She felt Oliver’s chest vibrate and his lips twitch against hers. “He’s just like Tommy.” He muttered, too quietly to be heard by the others.

René just couldn’t accept it. “They’re like... romance novel bad.”

“I think its right.” She heard Dinah say, and she was officially Felicity’s new favourite person. “They should have done this months ago.”

“They should have had sex months ago.” René corrected and she felt the muscles in Oliver’s arm jump. “That amount of chemistry in the Foundry wasn’t healthy.”

She couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that sprang free from her, her head arching back as Oliver held her aloft. Okay, they’re all my favourites.

Oliver’s puff of air made her look back to him. “The children are being unruly.”

“Say what?”

Rene.

“Children?”

Dinah.

“...I’m oddly good with this.”

Rory.

“Are you two beautiful idiots done for the moment?” And Diggle once more; still sounding utterly superior. She’d let him have it. “It’s just, there’s a boat with our name on it, a wife the two of you are reminding me painfully of and a kid I really want to eat shakes with.”

Oliver’s eyes were so content...

She arched a brow. “Done?”

He shook his head. “We’re just getting started.”

...

Here’s to the rebirth of Olicity (and the horrid 4 week count down)

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Responses to {Part 26} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU Asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^

(I have also included asks that I received in the hours before IWSY was posted ^^)

Anonymous said: I was having a really horrible day. And that's when I realized IWSY is getting updated tonight and it hasn't been as bad as a day as expected!^^  On a side note, do you like 2PM? I just wanted to see possibly. If you do, what is your favorite song? Thank you for being so awesome! 💕😘

I’m sorry you are having a really horrible day *hugs* but I hope IWSY can make you smile a little bit! And yes, I like 2PM, but is it bad to say that my fav song was 10 our of 10? LOLOL I still listen to it occasionally :3

Anonymous said: can't wait for the new iwsy chapter :)))

Yay I hope you enjoy it!!

@hemhings said: I won't be able to read I Won't Stop You tonight because I'm on nightshift, I'm so upset about this!😭😭😨

Awww babe I’m sorry you’re working nightshift! :( that really sucks ugh :( but don’t worry my love, Jungkook will still be here for you when you get home!! :3

@ktaegyo said: okay i just had my first part of final exams today and I fucked it up but then I stumbled upon your story and read all 25 chapters at one go lmao. bless you, thank you for making me feel better. I love you

I’m sure you didn’t fuck it up my love, I’m sure you did the best you can do! *hugs* but I’m really happy that IWSY made you feel a little better, and I love you too :D

@fangirlunnie said: IWSY can have hundreds of chapters and I wouldn't get tired of it 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Oh god I don’t think it will have hundreds of chapters xD But it is turning out to be quite long! I never expected the story to take my to all these different places and ideas xD But thank you so much beautiful :3

@adoppelna14 said: Every Tuesday I have this strange urge to tell you that I am waiting for the new Chapter of IWSY😂 and it's no joke. A lot of times I look at the date and I'm like, Oh no it's not Tuesday yet. And every Tuesday morning it's like, why can't it be night already?😂😭

Please never lose this strange urge because I really love seeing people get excited (cos I get excited too!!) hehe ^^ I really hope you’ll enjoy this one ahhhh c:

Anonymous said: Bc i live in the Netherlands i have to wait till 10:30 bc the time is 1 hour behind, but still I always stay awake for IWSY and I always go to sleep after i read it bc Tuesday is the longest school day i have whaha

Awh bless you that’s so late for you I’m sorry! :( But I hope that tonight’s chapter will be a good one :3

Anonymous said: iwsy is literally the highlight of my day... no lie. my university classes have already stopped for the summer so i have nothing to do today.. and iwsy hasnt come out yet.... so all i did was nap. i woke up, checked the time in the uk, went back to sleep, and checked the time again. you got yourself a dedicated reader here!!!!

You’re literally so cute I’m screaming xD But I’m so jealous that you’re already finished Uni for the summer! I really hope you like tonight’s chapter :3 thank you so much for reading IWSY!!

Anonymous said: IWSY has reached its final ark right? I'm so exited for the last chapters. ^0^

Maybe, maybe not! You’ll just have to wait! :D

@warriorinhealing said: Can I just say I'm literally sitting at the edGE OF MY BED just waITING for IWSY to update 😩 this story is so good and my friend got me into this and I don't regret(okay kinda of bc my emotions are played a lot in this story) and I jUST !!! 😭😩 I don't ship chim and tae but this story makes me wonder if I should and I love yoongi but this story makes me waNNA FITE HIM SO HARD and I want him to cATCH MY H A N DSS !!! and you just write so good 😭 sorry that this is long, I'm vvv emotional

Ahh you’re so cute thank you so much! I’m really happy that you got into IWSY and that you’re enjoying it :3 Tbh i ship tae with everyone lmao he’s so loveable and full of affection ^^ I hope you’ll enjoy tonight’s chapter my love!! thank you so much :3

Anonymous said: First of all, i'm going to calmly say that you are a wonderful writer and that new chapter is no joke. I also want to say something else. Pardon my french, but:  WHAT THE FUCK?  I almost started sobbing.... But its fine... Ill just wait another seven days to see what happens.   [I've never cried from fanfiction before so this was a nice surprise. Thank you for being such a great writer and continuously uploading IWSY. Just thank you~💕]

Hehe :3 thank you so much for saying that ahh~ i’m so happy you read it and liked? it! lolol :3 thank you so much dear!

Anonymous said: fuck.

same tbh

Anonymous said: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

YES

@jauntyjin said: IF U KILLED JIMIN ILL BE SO SAD

WHERE DOES IT SAY JIMIN DIED

@talkmemeytome said: Omg im ACTUALLY crying at iwsy youre such a great writer oh gosh

aaaaaaaaah thank you so much yay!!

Anonymous said: I AM SHOOKETH. OH MAN. THAT WAS SO GOOD. YOU'RE PLAYING WITH MY HEART STRINGS. JESUS

You’re so welcome hehe~ thank you very much!

@mysr3 said: Sara!!! Am so MAD at U rn!! That Yoongi bite not supposed 2b on Y/N ahh😖what!!! Am so upset Omg! Ok I know u r the queen of Cliff hanging but this is just the most painful one I ever had! Glare hard at u girl! Nice chapter! My emotions r all over the place again thx to u! Can u spare us n give us reassurance that everything will b okay! Plzz I need this! My tears keep on falling TT Thank you! I Love U n Ur Blog❤️❤️❤️ but should I continue LOVIN U after this hmm 🤔 Hav a good Day Sara! ❤️ Ps I like how u portrayed Y/N to b kind of bad ass this time! But Jimin!!!! Why~

It’s okay~ everyone’s mad at me :( Don’t cry! Keep reading! hehe :) And Y/N has always been bad ass ^^ But she definitely went overboard and couldn’t control her anger in this chapter I think^^ thank you so much for reading my love!

Anonymous said: 😯🙁😢😭😵😱  ☝basically how i felt while reading this chapter haha BUT DAMN NOW I REALLY NEED TO KNOW HOW THIS WILL TURN OUT I NEED NEXT WEEK TO ARRIVE (but also no because it'll be one week less to my finals) can't wait for updates!!! Hope you have a great week 😘

Next week isn’t that far away! and same I feel you i have so many tests and finals and assignments that I feel like crying forever lolol thank you so much for reading my love!

@ayedemi said: i'm crying istg, i need more of IWSY, i'm in London with school next week and i will miss it bc they don't know for sure if we have wifi ): but i wanna say ILY byeee ♥︎

Ooooh I will also be in London next week! *shifty eyes* hehe but I hope you’ll enjoy IWSY if/when you get a chance to read it :D

Anonymous said: I know I just forgave you for playing with my heart but now I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take it back becaUSEWHYDIDUKILLJIMIN?!WHYDIDYOUKILLTHEMOSTPRECIOUSTHINGINMYLIFEHUH?!HEWASJUSTAYOUNGVAMIREANDYOUJUSTWERELIKETIMETORUINTHEFUNSORRYMATE?!IFONLYICOULDKEEPMYSTUPIDMOUTHSHUTANDNOWJIMINISDEAD!!!IMSUPPOSEDTOWRITEAPAPERTHATSDUE T O M O R R O W AFTERREADINGTHIS?!THISISTOOMUCHFUDGINGANGSTFORMYPOORFLUFFYHEART?!IHAVEMORETOSAYBUTIMRUNNINGOUTOFCHARACTERSSOILLENDWITHTHIS-IH8USOMUCHRIGHTNOW!HMPH- Vampnip anon

Question; where in the chapter did it say Jimin died *confused face*

Anonymous said: ... .... ..... ...... I Hate  You So Much Right Now HOW.COULD.YOU.DO.THAT.TO.ME Is it sad that I don't actually care about my character I'm just really sad about jimin 😭

no Jimin don’t dieeeee!

@ohheyitsebonyrose said: Omgg Sara!!!! That chapter I'm actually crying! T-T you're such an amazing writer! It's my 18th Birthday tomorrow (well for me; April 13th) and I go see Got7 next week I'm so excited!!!

Happy Birthday to you my love! I hope you have an amazing 18th birthday AND OMG YAY YOU’LL HAVE AN AMAZING TIME! I’m also seeing GOT7 again in May and June and I can’t wait sdfghjk they’re literally the only thing that is stopping me from drowning myself somewhere lol. Thank you so much for reading IWSY my dear, it means a lot to me :D

@sundaymorningblues14 said: I have never felt this amount of anxiety over a fan fiction. But I made it through, and even though my poor heart is beating way too fast right now, I am happy I didn't stop reading it.. Thanks Sara x

I am glad you didn’t stop reading ^^ because everything will turn out just fine!! Thank you so much my love, and I hope you have a wonderful week~

Anonymous said: DUDE THAT CHAPTER I'M ACTUALLY CRYING REAL TEARS RIGHT NOW THIS ISN'T A DRILL HOLY SHIT DUDE I CAN'T TAKE IT I JUST

This is not a drill - this is a real emergency

@im-that-chesire-jax said: OH MY FUCKING GOD IM IN TEARSSSSS

*hands you a tissue* because same

Anonymous said: THAT ENDING! NO! I AM ACTUALLY IN TEARS,, holy crap you're so good at writing i admire you! also! how many chapters are left?

Thank you so much my love! You’re so kind to me :D And I have no idea, I’m sorry!

Anonymous said: NO GOD PLEASE NO. YOONGI DID NOT DO THAT. THIS STORYLINE IS SO CRUEL.

The world is a cruel place my friend

@animeimmortal said: DO YOU MIND WHY DID YOU DECIDE TO KILL JIMIN AND LIKE WHAT WAS THAT ENDING. MY SON IS DYING RIGHT NOW WHAT HAVE YOU DONE LIKE WHAT IS THIS I Don't know what I was expecting tbh bUT IT WASNT THAT THou I was expecting a fight to break out and the detailed descriptions? Amazing I love reading them they make the whole thing seem so real you're so tale ted aNYwAY MY SON IS DYING THERE OMG WHYTYYYYY ❤❤❤

Where does it say Jimin died? :o hehe thank you for liking the detailed descriptions and i’m really happy it seemed real to you ^^ NO JIMIN DON’T DIEEEEE! Thank you so much dear ^^

@jeonjungkooksshi said: You're an amazing writer! IWSY IS AMAZINGGGGG and the latest chapter... ughhh too much for my weak heart! LOOKING FORWARD TO NEXT WEEK!! <3

*blushes* thank you so much my love c: that means so much to me!

@the-golden-jhope said: I WANNA FUCKING DIE YOU CANNOT END IWSY LIKE THAT IM CRYING OH MY GOD I CANT WAIT A WEEK

1. Don’t die pls - 2. I just did~ hehe THANK YOU for reading :D

Anonymous said: OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IWSY PT 26 WAS SO SPICY!!!!!!!!!!! DAMN UNNIE!!! fuck i hate cliff hangers but, in this case it's totally understandable. omo, my hearteu my hearteu. Unnie, do us all a favour, STOP MESSING WITH OUR BIAS LIST!!! lol, You deserve around of applause. Can't wait for Tuesdays!!!! hwaiting!!!!

Hot hot spicy! hehe thank you so much for reading the update and I’m glad it brought you pain/pleasure ^^ hehe

Anonymous said: BSKSKSNDND MUMSY IM ACTUALLY CRYING AT THIS IM SCREAMING WHY WOULD YOU OH GOD IM IN NEED OF SERIOUS COMFORT WHY WHY WHY IM SOBBING NDKDKKDEM I CANT EVEN BREATHE I'M CRYING IM NOT READY FOR NEXT WEEK IDKSKEND MUMSYYYYY WHYYYYYYYYY

*comforts you* shhh it’s okay~ it’ll be over soon~~ hehe thank you for reading it my love!!

@deangetoutofmyspleen said: oK i'm crying like a little bitch yet again bc of IWSY. the pain is highkey worth it though i'm in love with this story. if i owned a time machine i'd go to next week fr

it’s okay I cry like a little bitch every day~ it’s gr8 hehe ^^ thank you for being in love with iwsy ^^ i’m so happy that you’re enjoying the updates lovely!

@platinumbreak said:  Thank you, you made me lucky haha my exams went well. I hope yours will too. I talked about your writings to a friend and she has been reading it for 3hours straight, she is not even answering anymore haha Ps: This chapter is just amazing thank you for writing and making our life happier haha ×

I’m so happy i could give you a little bit of luck! and I’m glad to know that your friend has seemed to immerse herself in the story too :3 I hope she likes it! thank you very much for reading!

Anonymous said: I'm not even gonna begin to lie, there's actual tears in my eyes after ch26 like, fuck it has me so emotional I'm such a soft pillow I just want everything to turn out okay Jesus Christ I'm sitting nd crying why u gotta do this to me

trust me,I was crying when I wrote parts of that chapter ^^ hehe~ *hugs you* thank you so much for reading the update!

@killingalltheflowers said: Omg this chapter was too much. HOLY SHIT YOU KILLED JIMIN, MY LOVE. YOU MONSTER (I still love you) A-AND NOOO NOW THE READER IS GOING TO BE BOUND TO YOONGI. UGH I- I CANT. I'M SO UPSET ABOUT EVERYTHING. YOU FREAKIN GODESS OF FANFICS. T^T Also this chapter was gorgeously written.. T^T

Where does it say Jimin died?! lol ahhh I’m definitely not a goddess but thank you so much for reading and enjoying the chapter, it means so much to me :3

@oramleon said: sara i'm fucking crying right now what the HELL was that update??????????? WHYYYYYYY

I’M SORRY OKAY

@theninjachan said: "Yoongi smiled – baring his teeth and gums as if he found something to be terribly funny."  YOOO I THOUGHT OF YOONGI'S GUMMY SMILE IN THIS LINE AND CAN'T HELP BUT GIGGLE BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT I AM TEARS RIGHT NOW THIS HAS BEEN YOUR MOST HEART WRENCHING CHAPTER YET. I NEED A MOMENT.

Yoongis gummy smile melts my heart every single time fuck-- TAKE YOUR MOMENT ITS OKAY I UNDERSTAND hehe but I hope you enjoyed it my love ^^

Anonymous said: sara you KNEW everyone was gonna be upset what do you mean "some scenes may be upsetting" i was balling my eyes out the entire time

Shit u rite~~ BUT I HAD TO WARN OKAY YOU CAN’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YOU YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF

@moonlighthollow said: OMG NO NO NO WTF NO PLEASE OMG  OK I'm done..���� I'm an emotional wreck😭 she can't just..... yoongi can't just... oh geez i don't even know what to say  AND JIMIN😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Why u doin dis to me ? My poor heartㅠㅠ (i love your writing tho♥)

Shhhh it’s okay...shhhh now *hugs* eheh thank you so much for reading this chapter even if it was a little sad!

@doubletroublesince1994 said: OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU DID NOT OH LORD HELP ME BREATHE I DID NOT EXPECT THAT HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN BECAUSE HELL I DIDNT ANTICIPATE THIS IM SHOOK

I’m glad I could surprise you in the worst way c: hehe thank you for reading once again my love!

Anonymous said: Hi, how many chapters will IWSY have? 💕

I’ve answered this question a million times before and Im sorry but I have no idea! :D

@wearelivinglegacies said: I'm NOT OKAY OMG I'M SO CLOSE TO CRYING RN LIKE WHAT AHHHHH FIRST JIMIN AND NOW Y/N!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I'M SO ANGRY AND SAD AND THIS STORY IS SO AMAZING THANK YOU, BUT ALSO WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE???????? I can't wait for the next part this story has me on the edge of my seat 😭❤

I apologise for any hurt I’ve caused hehe~ thank you so much for being on the edge of your seat, and thank you so much for reading too! :D

@noceurash said:I knew bad things would happen in this chapter but I'm so... gffhu DEAD INSIDE,, my poor sweet boy jimin (I have such a soft spot for this boy why would you hurt me like this ;^;)) and tae too aaah my heart is breaking. Not to mention bby namjoon not wanting to hurt anyone im crying inside. You've hurt my soul this chapter. It's so good ((hurting me but good)). I hope you have a lovely day~~ I love you!!! <3

All the soul and heart hurties :c hehe i hope you’ll have a lovely day and I love you too! thank you so much for reading the new chapter sweetie!

@wastedtaehyung said: WHAT THE FLIPPJNG FUCK DOFMDCKMS KWEKSLXKQOS (Y/N) AND JIMIN WHAT WOFMWKDK APLDLQD NOW I HAVE TO WAIT NEXT WEEK WIFNSKDMSKSKWMS FUCKFKCMSKLAXMLWFKLW

you’re welcome :3

Anonymous said: nOOOO SARA NOT JIMINNN T_T. i expected it but you still got mehhh feeeeeels. your stories are just so emotional and thats exactly whats so great about them ;-;. ive always thought about how these ideas pop up in your mind. :3

:3 i’m so happy that you find it emotional to read, because i find it emotional to write! as for ideas, they just come to me randomly? dreams, through lyrics and poetry I write, i don’t really know^^ thank you so much for reading dear :D

@bekzzz said: Holy Shit. Just.... holy shit. Tuesday can't come fast enough!

hehe thank you so much my love!

Anonymous said: straight up forgot that iwsy was coming out today 😭. I'm moving houses so everything is super stressful but i read the chapter and suddenly I am at peace. -tall anon

i hope moving house goes quickly for you! stress is no good~ thank you so much for reading the new chapter tall anon! ^^

@m1n-yoong1 said: The amount of times I've gasped and screamed reading IWSY pt 26 is unreal, your writing always amazes me and I look forward to the next chapter 🙌🏼🙌🏼💖💖

awh thank you, that was so sweet and you made me smile ^^ thank you so much for reading the new chapter love!

Anonymous said: damn sara these cliffhangers tho 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

u know me xox

Anonymous said: I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you 😡

It’s okay. I hate myself too.

Anonymous said: There was a part where you mention how she was essentially able to give life and it was in italics so she can bring Jimin back to life, right? Also if Jungkook marked her in some vampy way, does that mean that Yoongi's plan won't work? Please say yes! 🙏 Joon is gonna be okay too, right? I don't like death. Death is sad. I don't like being sad.

When Jungkook said he marked her, it was sexual innuendo as in - he has already gotten her pregnant ^^ hehe I hope everything turns out well in the end c: ~ thank you so much for reading!

Anonymous said: I'd like to assume that Yoongi can still be redeemed, because o love each and every one of them. That seems a bit too unrealistic, doesn't it though. 😔

We’ll just have to see what happens! But just remember that it’s not real haha Yoongi’s image is just being used for a character I created! It doesn’t depict him in any way ^^

@thenotsogrownupeldest said: I was screaming reading the ending of IWSY latest chapter! I even wish I was some kind of supernatural being that can intervene that heartbreaking scene and save both jimin and y/n.. you my friend, are a terrific writer. I love you but I slightly hate you right now for the ending. I need a moment to calm my non-vampiric soul from this intense scene.

Jump into the story and save everyone! hehe ^^ thank you so much and I love you too (even tho you slightly hate me) c: i’m glad you liked? the update!

Anonymous said: HOW COULD YOU

WHAT DID I DO

@wanda-rog said: I'm speechless...I really wasn't expecting that...Jimin better be okay next week! You're so good at leaving us all on the edge! I bit all my nails reading that chapter and now I can only hope for Jimin to survive and WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THE BABY AND IS NAMJOON OKAY AND WHAT WILL HAPPEN OVER ALL, angst aside that was a really cool chapter I'm seriously looking forward to next one, thanks for always updating on time and lengthy chapters too, you go Sara xx

I hope he’ll be okay too! hehe all the questions, hopefully you’ll get answers soon c: thank you so much for enjoying it and reading the new chapter dear, it means a lot to me ^^

@coppertopging said: Omg i totally forgot it was tuesday until i saw your update! This chapter had soooo much going on!! I have so many questions, but got so many answers, but I can't help but want... no... NEED more of this story! Is it terrible that i just never want it to end?!

trust me, al the days have merged into one for me. I have 4 assignments due and numerous exams to have and I’m losing my grip on reality lolol please kill me :( thank you so much for reading as always dear, it means the world to me.

Anonymous said: Holly Tony Molly SARA DA FEELS ARE SO STRONG stop making me cry why did u kill Cristian Chim Chim :/// I just cant wait for next week arggggh *sobs* I freaking love how all of this is so angsty 💞 --wifey anon

hello wifey anon! Where does it say I killed Jimin? ;o thank you so much for reading my love!

Anonymous said: [[SCREAMING]]

*whispers*

Anonymous said: [Error 404] u cant kill chimchim u just cant why ?!😞😞

Where does it say I killed Jimin? ;o

@jynxy24 said: What. The. Hell. Shit feelings. What are feelings anyway? Do feelings even exist? WHY THE HECK YOU GOTTA DO THAT SARA WHY?! I'm happy that Namjoon is good. WE WERE CORRECT!! And damn, badass reader omg. I MISS BADASS VAMPIRE MOM!! Also, if Yoongi frickin doesn't turn good at the end, Istg Sara. Anyways! Thanks for the greatttttt chapter! Stay awesome :3

FEELINGS DONT EXIST :D hehe thank you so much for reading the new chapter ^^ i’m really happy you enjoyed it Jynxy :D

@shineeshawol204 said: So I just read chap 26 of I Won't Stop You, first of all, bitch - I mean that in the nicest way possible - second of all, your writing style is phenomenal! During the fight scene I was letting out audible gasps as the events were unfolding and I feel like I am actually watching it. There's zero gaps in your writing, I am left without questions (other than why bis, ugh the pain I feels) as to what's happening and just ugh, wonderful. Also my friend i sent it to is only on pt.3 and I need someone

Ahh thank you so much I’m so glad you enjoyed the fight scene! I had such a fun time writing it tbh lol to hear you say that there’s no gaps in my writing, it’s really a massive compliment to me. it’s always something i’ve been afraid of happening so thank you so much! thank you a million times ^^

@cheeto-puff-gem said: what the FUCK WHY THIS WHY T H I S

I DON’T KNOW WHAT

Anonymous said: OH SHIT Y/N IS GOING TO BECOME A VAMPIRE (stares intensely at April 18th on the calendar AKA NEXT TUESDAY)

but what if SHE DIES

Anonymous said: ONCE AGAIN YOU GOT ME ALL THE WAY FUCKED. ONE JIMIN NOT DEAD. IF HE DIE IMA LOSE MY SHIT AND TWO Y/N NOT GONNA BE YOONGI'S SLAVE CUZ SHE BELONGS TO JUNGKOOK. it's midnight and I'm laying in the bed crying RN cuz like why? Why you do these things? 😢😢😢 My soul is hurt. I feel as though the world needs to end because Lil mochi is dying and WHAT ABOUT THE FETUS? Baby fetus me is in there like wtf mom calm ya tits and where's my dad? You keep hurting me w/ cliffhangers but I love u 💜~LilKookieAno (cont.) P.S. on a real note I'm dead ass when I say the baby should be named after me. 💜 ~LilKookieAnon

Don’t worry baby fetus i’m sure you’ll be okay! hehe hopfully everything will work out okay in the end :D i love you too sweetcakes~ thank you so much for reading part 26! i hope you enjoyed it even though it was an emotional one :3

@blryface said: I'm honestly so shook at part 26. Like, oh my god I'm speechless. You're such an amazing writer and I anticipate every Tuesday when you update! I can't wait to see how things turn out but DAMN YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP

ahhh thank you so much honestly ^^ i’m so happy you liked it and that you look forward to new updates my love! and i’m sorry if i got you all fucked up hehe

Anonymous said: NO NO NO NO SARA WTHEFUCKWHY TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL RIGHT NOW IM GONNA AAAAAAA

I called you an ambulance!!

@sunnyoongi2 said: I JUST FINISHED THE NEW CHAPTER OF IWSY AND IM SO HURT I LOVE IT SO MUCH IM CRYING JIMIN!!! NOOO

hehehe thank you so much for reading!

Anonymous said: HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK JIMIN OH MY GOD IM CRYING BUT ALSO NAMJOON AND IM SO TIRED IT'S TOO LATE ON A SCHOOL NIGHT TO BE THIS EMOTIONALLY DISTRAUGHT OH MY GOD

GO TO BED YOU NAUGHTY CHILD!

Anonymous said: NUH UH HONEY. That is all. (In response to IWSY Part 26)

UH HUH HONEY YES MM

Anonymous said: OH MY GODDDD. IWSY CHAP 26 GOT ME SCREAMINGGGG!!! THANK YOU FOR THE UPDATE 💜💜💜

AHH YOU’RE WELCOME AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!

Anonymous said: WAIT WHAT

*waits*

Anonymous said: Yeah just slap me right into the feels take my heart will ure at it whats the point of living if softie Jimin is dead 😩

Where does it say Jimin died?!

Anonymous said: What is this pain that I feel in my chest?

Life

Anonymous said: my poor hearteu

*comforts you*

@lostheretics said: oMg iM HAVING A HEART ATTACK WTF YOONGI???????????? I NEED HELP IWSY IS KILLIN ME

hehe~ you’re welcome for the heart attack! :3

@koreaisanaddiction said: SARA NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! not thatt!!!!! im so sad!!!!!!!(cont.) I THINK I KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT!!! I HAVE THEORIES!!!

*sneaky laughs* I guess you’ll just have to wait to see if your theories are correct! ^^ thank you for reading lovely :D

Anonymous said: you ripped my poor soul in half with iwsy why, why must you bring pain and do this :(   poor jimin my heart

I apologise for all the pain :( but I hope you’re still enjoying the story my love!

Anonymous said: I just cannot with chapter 26, this feeling is so indescribable, no words can explain the pain when I read the last few paragraphs, OMG NO PLEASE DONT TAKE HER AWAY FROM JUNGKOOK PLEASEEEE!!!! ಥ╭╮ಥ

Hopefully everything will be okay!! Thank you so much for reading my love ^^

Anonymous said: oh my gosh Sara chapter 26 was so saddening but so good!!! JIMINNNNNN please tell me a miracle will happen and he won't die!!! and let's hope the mark made by jungkook makes a difference and it is strong enough to overcome Yoongi's... I don't want evil yoongi to become my master T.T btw I've written in a couple of times as anon, but how about I label myself as bunnykookie96 from now onwards :D yes, I'm a 96-liner. may I ask what's your age too? ^^

The reference jungkook made to a ‘mark’ was a sexual innuendo because he got her pregnant haha ^^ and yay bunnykookie96! I am also a 96 liner~ my birthday is 12th of January!! :D

Anonymous said: IDC ABT Y/N RN WILL JIMIN MAKE IT AKSKSKKSKK PLEASE OH MY GOD I STILL NEED TO SEE THAT VMIN SIDE STORY

I PRAY THAT ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE GODBLESS

Anonymous said: im fucking having theories in my head right now loool but i cant put it into words i will wait for the next chapter to see if im right hoho and btw is this ending? :( i feel like im reading a book holy shit i dont want it to end :((

I can’t wait to see if your theories will come true!! And nope, not yet. There’s still a bit to go~ But I’m glad that you’re not getting bored of it! I was afraid that people might get bored of it because of the length of the series haha :( thank you so much for reading!

Anonymous said: HOW COULD YOU DO THAT JIMIN WHHHHHYYYY the tears currently streaming down my face could create a lake for him to relax in LIKE WHHHYYY DID U DO THIS TO ME WHY COULDNT YOU JUST TAKE ME INSTEAD he was so young so bright so precious just full of love I'm so sad WHY JIMIN!!! New drinking game!! Drink an entire bottle of wine everytime you cried during this chapter ☹️

Jimin you should have stayed out of it!! Take him? Where did he go? Who said he’s dead? ;o hehe~ thank you so much for reading the chapter my love ^^

Anonymous said: I just looked at a picture of Min Yoongi the love of my life and I? Got mad at him?? Like??? You asshole???? Why couldn't you just stay in the basement of your god damn mansion and let everyone live happily????? Like damn I had to remind myself that I'm not dating a vampire and Jimin didn't actually get stabbed and that I need to stop reading outside because I look crazy crying on a park bench THANKS SO MUCH SARA YOU REALLY STABBED ME IN THE HEART THERE

Awwwwh no! Don’t be like that~ that’s not how Yoongi is - I’m merely just using his image to fit a character that I made! Yoongi is a sweet person for sure :D hehe i’m sorry if I made you cry :( but i hope you enjoed the chapter nonetheless ^^ thank you so much!

Anonymous said: Omg ch 26 was brilliant! All I can think about is what's going to happen to y/n's unborn baby ahhhhhhh >.< my heart goes out to jungkookie, his biggest fear became true. I really loved this chapter and the loved the way you conveyed namjoon's struggles! On another not,I really admire you for updating on time! Thank youuuuu for writing an amazing story that contrary keeps us on our toes. I love it and hate it at the same time lol.

Thank you so much my love! that really means so much to me, you’re so, so sweet thank you so much *hugs* I really hope you’ll enjoy the rest of the story and I’m glad you liked this chapter ^^

@dont-hyuck said: Fuck I'm trying so hard not to ugly sob after this chapter ooooohhhhhh someone help ease my aching heart 😭😭😭😭💔💔 I hope everything ends up right at the end I am so attached to this story it is one of the most wonderful things I have ever read and I mean that with my entire being. Please don't ever stop writing I love you so much 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖

I was ugly sobbing while I was writing it haha :( I hope everything ends up all alright too! awwh thank you so much my love, you have no idea how much your words mean to me! I don’t ever plan on stopping so you don’t have to worry :3 thank you and I love you too my dear!!