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a-rogue-god · 1 year ago

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SFW alphabet for main of John/Dove :) cut for length reasons. if you want the nsfw one dm me or smth idk HAHA

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Behind closed doors, John only shows his affection for Dove then: kisses, holding her, etc. Is not a fan of PDA, maybe around Dove's family he'd be more open to subtle things like hand holding, her snuggled up against him on a couch, but he prefers outwardly in public for them to appear more professional. Besides sharing strawberry milkshakes... thats an affectionate gesture he loves and allows to happen on steak n shake dates all the time.

Dove is more affectionate but understands John's boundaries in public and would never cross them.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

becoming friends with John is difficult, but Dove managed it just by being stubborn and funny and cute in just the right ways where he tolerates her/enjoys her presence. friendship becomes distinct from just dove being a helper via john showing her his interests, things he only shares with people close to him. good friends !

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

yesss! both like cuddling. John loves spooning her, or her buried into his chest, or him laying on his back with her cuddled and laying on top of him. Its so nice he loves it, she loves it, just being so close and comfortable together..... relaxing....

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

hmmmm eventually. they both got shit to do. both are good at cooking and cleaning. John I bet better at both lol. He's giving more of a need to keep things tidy and clean type of person.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I don't know what would lead to John and Dove breaking up, because its not like John's ever increasing spiral to murder is at all distressing Dove because she has the same mindset as John, the same dedication. Maybe if someone snapped her out of it and made her see just how John is, or if maybe he got too angry about something in front of her she'd dump him? Idk I don't like thinking about it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I don't think either really have any interest or want to. Not till a while.. again there's other stuff to worry about. Dove probably has that girly teeeheeeee feeling about eventually John marrying her and does the whole "Dove Gein... wow..." but thats something thats definitely not happening anytime soon. Not scared of it, either of them, but there's no need to do it lol

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Dove is a very gentle and kind person all things considered. She's a strong person physically though. Don't let her kindness fool you. she exercises, she's got some weight to her and she knows how to use it to defend herself. Soft physically in the if you touch her way.

John... No he's not gentle either way. that goes without saying lol. To Dove though he shows a more gentle side!

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

They both like hugs. John's hugs are so... he's bigger than Dove so he just envelops her into him when he hugs her, wraps her in his arms, buries her face into his chest and holds her tight and so close. And she loves hugging him! Nothing better than having your boyfriend to yourself and able to hug him tight and pull his face down and kiss across his cheeks and forehead

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

not fast lmao. took a bit to go from friendship to a weird middle ground where both kind of pine for the other, but no one's saying anything or confessing anything. John confessed first. Out of grounding Dove from some panicked incident she had. A hard kiss to her lips, only to pull away and him to tell her he loved her. With many more confessions to come afterward

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

John doesn't get jealous lol. Not at all. (i mean cmon look at him) he knows Dove loves him. He knows Dove has no interest in anyone else. He doesn't care if another man or woman talks to her bc he knows she just brushes them off.

Dove gets jealous though and gets embarrassed about it, and hates admitting she gets jealous. She tends to get shy and non-verbal when she's feeling jealous about whatever, maybe John gets some looks from other women, or he has to spend time away from her with someone else. I think a quick reminder from John of how much he loves her would soothe her distress.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?)

John's kisses are either soft quick pecks to Dove's forehead/lips or they're hard and hungry ones to her lips and neck. Loves kissing all over her body. Or a kiss to her knuckles, kissing up her arm to make her all shy and blushy. Loves making her feel desired. He likes when she kisses across his face and giggles at him when he smiles about it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Dove is uneasy around children, she doesn't know how to relate to them she does NOT have a single maternal bone in her body. She does not crave children in any capacity.

John is surprisingly good with children imo! Rare John silly side coming out to interact with them haha.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

John wakes up earlier than Dove just so he can have the extra time to look at her face in the creeping daylight, and admire her sleeping features, so soft and gentle... so beautiful. When he has to get up its her sleepily groaning her protests, reaching out for him to come back to bed. It breaks his heart he wants nothing more to be with her in these moments... Or when he doesn't have to work its the two of them getting up to make breakfast. Dove being silly and him amusedly watching her, stealing kisses.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

A lot of time just relaxing after a long day typically. Sometimes... otherways but lots of snuggling. Talking, maybe watching a show/movie together. nice standard stuff. Relaxing together.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Dove opens up easily about stuff about herself I think. Once she's happily comfortable with him she's more than excited to tell him about herself. reveal shit that plagues her life. John's way more secretive about his life I think. Not readily as open to reveal things and that's okay with Dove she won't press him about anything he doesn't want to talk about. But she probably knows the most about him than any other person.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

John has anger issues, its not a secret, but he can't get mad at her for any reason. It would destroy him if John were ever accidentally angry at Dove for a stupid reason. He is a bit anxious about Dove seeing that side of him so he won't scare her. I think he'd be emotionally mature enough to specifically tell/warn her he isn't feeling too happy/pissed off by something.

Dove's only angry when something threatens herself/someone she loves, or someone just gets on her nerves too much. Overall pleasant person

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partner? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

John makes sure to remember every little detail about Dove, everything she tells him. He used to be a reporter, currently a detective of sorts, important to remember information so he finds himself remembering everything she tells him.

Dove is a bit forgetful lol, but she definitely won't forget important things John tells her... maybe

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?)

For Dove its probably the first time even as close friends when they begin sharing milkshakes! The first time John orders a strawberry milkshake for seemingly himself but when it comes he asks for two straws and asks her to share it with him. Blown away by that... endearing.

For John um. he goes all the way back to when he begrudgingly began letting her help him. Annoyed in the beginning but now he's so secretly happy he relented and let her be stubborn with him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?)

John is very protective. Ofc he is. in this world? with the shit he's seen? Not only from people harming dove, but from just everything else. He doesn't want Dove getting hurt in anyway. Even if that means precaution in holding Dove back from chasing pigeons in the park or petting a feral cat. He'd feel guilty if anything happened to her. He refuses to let anything happen to her. He'd teach her how to shoot, properly throw a punch.

John doesn't need protection, Dove knows this, but she also does her best to protect him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

JOHN GOES ALL OUT MAN. He would spend his entire paycheck on her if he wasn't stopped HAHA. Flowers and candy. Romantic dates, giving her thoughtful gifts. He loves her so much he has the need to be like this around her.

Dove tries her best despite John not caring on his end how much effort she puts into getting him things. He's more into making sure she's more doted on. He has his gentlemanly moments ofc.... she gets him cute things from time to time!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

John's anger issues, his secret keeping, stubbornness.

Dove can be a bit messy and forget important things, forget to take care of herself especially when she slips into depressive moods

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I don't think he cares about his attractiveness, but John makes sure to keep himself presentable at least. With Dove he might care more about how he's perceived by her

Dove isn't concerned with her looks at all lmao. She doesn't care. No make up going on nothing. What you see is what you get with her.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their partner?)

Both is a yes now that they're together. They complete each other. Crave each other's companionship and love like nothing else.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

John doesn't say it but he's obsessed with Dove. She's in his mind every waking moment, in his dreams occasionally. He loves her. Wholeheartedly with every breath. He craves her attention, her love, her body. Everything. If he wasn't so averse to PDA he'd make sure the entire world understands how much he loves her. That she's his. When she can't be near him, he's texting her, calling her, sending her workplace flowers. He wants her to understand how loved she is by him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general, John doesn't like being told no. He's stubborn and will not take it for an answer and will come back in force later.

Dove doesn't like stupid people lol

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Dove neeeeds to snuggle something to sleep, whether its John or a plushie John got for her, she neeeds snuggles.

John snores lol

#the only one my arms will hold #dove #shut the fuck up mysterious

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proton-selfships · 1 year ago

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how aboutttt 🌦️, 🛌 and 🎞️ for the ask game?? :3c

‘Imagine Your S/I Was Canon…’ Self-Ship Asks

Thank you, Rainy!

🌦️: Would you be accompanied by mostly fluff or angst fanfics? Both? Explain why.

I feel like I've noticed a pattern where it's often the fluffiest ships that draw the most angst and the angstiest ships that draw the most fluff. And my ship would be angsty before it becomes canon.

On one side, you've got a woman who's committing murders left and right and swearing herself to the hatred of a group for just the chance at her—deceased, might I add—family's approval. No past love life or pursuit of any of her own desires outside her family's legacy to speak of. And then on the other side, you've got a woman from said group who's held herself back from trying to pursue a relationship because of her feeling ignored by the world and unworthy of love. She flocks to the other woman's companionship, only for it to turn out to be a lie and send her spiraling into despair. Except actually it wasn't a lie deep down and the other woman has just been so horribly repressed that she's in denial about how fond she's truly grown of her intended pawn and how made for each other the two of them are.

I mean, we get a happy ending, but it's HELL getting there and we both still have a lot of healing to do after our dramatic first kiss. We do have children and a cat in the future, but audiences only know that because our son shows up via time travel shenanigans.

So I could see fic writers focusing in hard on the soft moments that'd happen between us. Many of them would involve garden dates, sipping tea together, and lots of snuggles.

They'd probably also lean into the inherent Addams-esque comedy of our situation, too, with this unhinged murderer with a thousand-yard stare and an unnerving sense of humor acting all sweet with her babyfaced girlfriend who loves to crack jokes and infodump about her interests. Because make no mistake, redemption or not, Laurel will always be just as off-putting and will still commit crimes. And I wouldn't have her any other way.

🛌: What tropes show up in fics involving your ship?

A bunch of tropes are already applicable in canon. We're friends-to-enemies-to-lovers, for one! You've also got slow burn, telepathy and shared dreams, a redemption arc for Laurel, a fankid from the future, us building a domestic life for each other and raising a kitten together...

I imagine soulmate AUs would be pretty popular. Like, imagine the drama of me seeing that my soulmate is someone named Laurel when I still don't know her name, being like "who tf is this" and seeing she apparently died decades ago while Laurel hides the fact that that's her. Or if we find out we're soulmates right after I find out who she really is and what she's done! (But let's be real, I focus on the potential drama, but a lot of writers would probably just use the AU to spare us a lot of the pain we went through in canon. ;w;)

I see our canon dynamic as almost anti-soulmates, where the universe did everything it could to keep us on separate paths and it took everything in us to defy that. But I imagine it'd be popular to explore how we'd deal with the opposite situation!

🎞️: What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

Oh man... The time we kiss after she saves me from my powers basically nuking everything, for one. That'd send shockwaves through the fandom and make the shippers squeal. Probably the Wednesday and Enid shippers, too, given how many parallels we'd have with them.

But also the little moments leading up to that, too! Like the way she looks at me when I tend her plants and call them her babies. Or when it's revealed she complimented me to high heaven to our coworkers to cover for my disappearances back when she was controlling me. Or the fact that she sends me away specifically on the night she intends to kill everyone else in Nevermore. Or Tyler referring to me as her favorite little pet with disgust and lamenting the fact that his master would let herself go so soft when he thought they'd made a deal to kill everyone. Or Wednesday figuring out that the only reason that made sense for Laurel to treat me the way she did and not make me a murderer as well was that she secretly liked me.

I could go on forever, before her redemption she wants to kiss me so bad it makes her look stupid <3

#peyton got mail!#ask game answers #laurelton #peyton ravenna #laurel-posting #ectoplasmer

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yamikawas · 4 years ago

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wandaromanova · 4 years ago

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Little Sister

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: one cuss word, minor BW spoilers

A/N: hello! i’d like to note that this takes place sometime before the events in the Black Widow movie! if you haven’t seen the movie yet, please skip over this story and come back later if you’d like! happy reading <3

anon requested: hiii i have a fluff request after seeing bw haha: could you do nat x fem reader where they're laying in bed snuggling, and r asks her about her family and nat tells her and r notices how cute she looks when she's talking about yelena and it's so soft and ahhhh

Summary: Natasha tells her girlfriend about a piece of her past that she never talks about; her sister.

Word Count: 2K

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Natasha Romanoff has lived a lot of lives. She has been through more than most.

Nat had been taken as an infant by an organization that trained little girls to become lethal assassins.

She was psychologically conditioned to become a killer, having taken more lives than she could count.

Eventually, Natasha had managed to break free from the cage she was forced into and was recruited as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent; it was a new start for her, an opportunity to compensate for the red in her ledger.

So, Natasha took her job seriously, saving as many people as she could, even more so when she became an Avenger; one of earth’s mightiest heroes.

Natasha found something in the team that she never really had before; a family. She found a home within the dysfunctional team she had been recruited into.

Not only did Natasha find a family within the Avengers; she also found the love of her life.

Natasha hadn’t even considered the possibility of ever finding love.

For starters, the Red Room had instilled the concept that love was nothing but a distraction; a liability.

She had been taught that love was for children and it was nothing but a weakness that needed to be avoided at all costs.

She was quite literally programmed to be emotionally closed off and to always have her guard up. Letting someone into her heart was a risk she didn’t want to take.

When Natasha gained her independence from the organization, she had to do a lot of self-discovering. She had never been able to be her own person, but now that she could, she quickly learned that she didn’t even know herself.

However, it was Natasha’s insecurities that truly turned her off from the entire idea of love.

How could any ever possibly love her? She thought she was a monster for the things she’d done. She has done the unspeakable since ever she was a child.

What if she wasn’t enough? What if her baggage was too much for someone else to carry? She didn’t want to be a burden. She didn’t want to have to protect someone, just to fail them like she had failed so many others.

Natasha was positive that no one would ever be crazy enough to love her.

Little did she know, she would end up finding someone crazy enough to do so; you.

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When the Avengers were formed, you were extremely nervous about it.

All of the files that you’ve read on your new teammates were unbelievable; they were all phenomenal in their own rights. A super-soldier, a god, a genius, a trained-spy.

You were a spy yourself, so you knew exactly who Natasha Romanoff was. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D legend, the best of the best.

You were more nervous about meeting her than anyone else. What if she judged you? What if she didn’t think you were good enough to be an agent, let alone an Avenger?

Not only was she your superior, but she was also your crush. Yeah, you’d never even met the woman before, but you were crushing on her hard.

She was drop-dead gorgeous, but also quite literally a deadly force. Natasha could easily take down anyone she wanted to, and honestly, you wanted to be one of those lucky people.

When you met Natasha for the first time, you were a flustered mess. The redhead found it amusing, how your cheeks turned a bright shade of red and you stumbled over your words as you praised her work.

Natasha never told you this, but she was immediately smitten the moment she laid eyes on you.

There was a kindness and positivity that just radiated off of you and it was extremely contagious.

You were this beaming ball of light that lit up the darkest parts of her soul.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You got to know Natasha extremely well while being on the team. From observing her closely and paying very close attention to her actions, you had managed to pick up on little things.

She didn’t put any creamer or sugar in her sugar; opting for strong, black coffee.

She was kind of a clean freak. If she saw something out of place, she would be quick to put it in the correct place or position.

When she was happy, she would let a small smirk cross her features. When she was annoyed, she would raise her eyebrows.

When she was stressed out or angry, three little creases would appear on her forehead as her eyebrows would knit together tightly; a subtle frown on her face.

Of course, when you began dating the redhead, you didn’t really have to survey her so closely anymore because she’d tell you things herself.

No matter the circumstances, Natasha would always come to you and rant about it. Whether it was about how shitty a mission went or how she beat Clint’s ass during training; you were the only person she wanted to tell.

Natasha had opened up to you, something she never did with anyone. She told you all about her past.

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You had some knowledge of Natasha’s previous life, considering it was in her files, but you didn’t realize just how horrible her childhood truly was.

The Red Room, the heavy weight of guilt that rests on her shoulders, the nightmares that forced her to relive the murders she committed, her time as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, and becoming an Avenger.

She’d go on and on about her road to redemption or ‘clearing the red out of her ledger.’

Natasha was terrified when she told you about her demons. She figured you were going to leave her the second she finished talking, waiting for you to get up and walk out the door, but you didn’t.

So, you completely caught her off guard when you pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, placing a soft kiss onto her temple, the redhead relaxing in your embrace.

“You’re the strongest person I know. It’s not your fault, you were forced and conditioned to do the things you did.”

Natasha focused on the sound of your voice and took in your words as you softly caressed her red locks with one hand.

“Baby, the amount of respect I have for you is immeasurable. I applaud you for turning your life around for the better. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Your words had brought tears to Natasha’s eyes, which was a rare occurrence.

She was expecting you to run for the hills, but you chose to pull her closer instead.

In that moment, Natasha knew she never had to be afraid of love again.

You were the most understanding and accepting person she’d ever met.

You would never judge her for her worst mistakes; Natasha had found the one for her and she wasn’t ever going to let go.

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Now, a few months later and a year into your relationship with the Russian, you were both lying in bed and cuddling.

You were both watching a movie when a particular scene came on. It was of a family gathering around a Christmas tree, children excitedly opening up presents with gleeful smiles across their faces.

“You know, my sister and I got to take pictures with a Christmas tree once.” Natasha spoke, her eyes fixated on the screen.

You looked up at her in shock. You didn’t know that Natasha had a sister. She told you that she didn’t even so much as know her parent’s names.

Natasha looked down and noticed your confused expression. She reached for the remote on the bedside table and paused the movie before returning her gaze to you.

“There was a mission I was assigned to in Ohio, as a kid. I was assigned to play the daughter of two other Russian spies, Alexei and Melina. It wasn’t just me though, there was a little girl who was assigned as my younger sister. Her name is Yelena.”

Natasha had a reminiscent, happy smile on her face as she recalled the brief period time of her childhood. She looked absolutely adorable as she rambled on about this part of her childhood.

“We took photoshoots of various holidays to make our family look more realistic. My favorite one was Christmas. Even though I knew they were just empty boxes, I wanted to rip open every single one.”

Natasha let out a small giggle at the thought. Even though she had a smile on her face, you could feel and hear the underlying tone of sadness in her voice.

“Yelena and I would spend hours outside, just playing together. Swinging on the swing-sets, looking up at the stars, bending over backward, and getting into a ridiculous competition to see who could hold the position the longest… I always let her win.”

You could see the fondness in her eyes, the longing. It warmed your heart that there was a small glimmer of light in Natasha’s past. There was at least a sliver of hope that she clung tightly onto throughout her time in the Red Room.

“After 3 years, the mission ended. Yelena and I were sent back to the Red Room and were torn apart from one another.

Natasha’s breathing grew heavier as she recalled the unfaithful day. The sight of her sister being taken, and not being able to do anything to help her; still haunted the redhead to this day.

“There were so many men with guns and armor, they literally ripped us away from each other. I was eleven and she was only six.”

Your heart sunk at your girlfriend’s words as her smile dropped. She tore her eyes away from yours as she blinked rapidly, fighting back tears, but failed. You reached your hand up to her cheek and wiped away the fallen droplets.

“I haven’t seen her since. I’d like to think that she found a way out and got a life of her own; a nice, happy life.”

Natasha placed her hand on top of yours before looking down at you once more. You sent her a soft smile when she let out a shaky breath.

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“I knew that the it was all fake, but it was still the best part of my childhood. It was real to me.”

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You nodded your head at her words. She took a brief pause, trying to regain her composure, before continuing.

“Even if we have no true relation to one another, and even if I haven’t seen her in years, she is still my little sister.”

Natasha finished off with a big gasp as sobs wracked her body. You sat up from her embrace and pulled her into your arms, just like you had many times before.

You rubbed her back soothingly as she cried into your shoulder, her tears hitting the exposed skin.

“She sounds amazing, baby. I’m really happy that you had some sort of happiness back then and I hope one day you get to see her again.”

You whispered and Natasha pulled away from the hug, still in your arms as her emerald eyes surrounded by a sea of red, a result of her crying.

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“I doubt she’d even want to see me. I didn’t even try to find her. I’m a horrible sister! I-“

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You immediately pressed your lips against hers, effectively getting the Russian to calm down. You broke the kiss when her breathing slowed.

“Honey, of course, she’d want to see you again. Like you said, you guys are sisters. I’m positive that it was just as real to her as it was to you.”

You reassured your girlfriend, her eyes a pool of worry and guilt. You rubbed your thumb against her waist, the material of your her hoodie beneath your touch.

“From what you’ve told me about the Red Room, it would’ve been impossible to find her. Stop beating yourself up over it. You’re the best, and I’m totally not biased or anything.”

Natasha let out a small chuckle at that and you smiled at her, wiping away the last of her tears. She collapsed into your hold further, shoving her face into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much.”

Natasha’s words came out muffled as her face pressed further into your skin.

“You never need to thank me for anything. I’ll always be here for you, Natty.”

You hugged her as tight as you possibly could, her cold skin meeting your warmth. Natasha let out a small sigh at the feeling.

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itsallyscorner · 4 years ago

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Bring Me Back

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Filming “Cherry” had its ups and downs for Tom. When filming finally takes its toll on him, you’re there to instantly bring him back from the world of Cherry.

Warnings: Mentions of drug abuse, PTSD, murder. A smidge of smut.

A/n: In honor of the Cherry🍒 trailer dropping, I decided to write this!

(GIF creds: @atealiers )

Any kind of project was a blessing to Tom. He loved being an actor. He was fond of telling stories through the big screen and got a kick from portraying many different characters. Acting was something he felt passionate about, it was his craft and he was very dedicated when it came to becoming his roles. Cherry was quite different from the other movies he’s been in. It was dark and contained many subjects like drug addiction, PTSD, and crime. The world of Cherry was something Tom was not used to; it was twisted. He hasn’t been exposed to things like drugs or the events that Nico Walker had been through. Which was why he was hesitant to take on the role of Cherry.

When the Russo Brothers approached him with the idea, he was excited. He was getting the opportunity to tell another story and would explore the world of a new character. Though the more he looked into it, he realized that maybe he wasn’t up for the role. Was he really ready to dive into the dark and traumatizing life of Nico Walker? As an actor, he was willing to take the job, it would give him an opportunity to expand his career and would possibly be one of his best work. As Tom, he wasn’t sure if he could handle learning or re-enacting the events that occurred in Cherry. But Tom did like a challenge, which was why he ended up agreeing to become Cherry.

He prepared himself mentally and physically pre- production. For research, he interviewed army veterans and former drug addicts to get an idea of what it was like to be in those positions. To get the look of Cherry, he did a variety of things. For example, going on a diet and losing weight, then gaining said weight again once they had to shoot the army scenes. Another thing he did was shave off the gorgeous brown curls that adorned his head. At first you weren’t too happy with his change in hairstyle, but later on you found yourself running your hands along the short strands of hair, loving the fuzzy feeling it gave your palms.

After the interviews and hearing others’ experience, Tom felt a level of responsibility to tell the story of millions of people around the world. Not only was it telling the story of Nico, but of other army veterans who suffered from PTSD and people who’ve had drug addictions. He was fully on board now and there was no looking back. He was going to push himself to the limit and to places he’s never been before.

Filming was tough. There were scenes he had to do that were so unlike him, that felt wrong, and sometimes he just had to take a step back. They didn’t feel right, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. This was his job, if he wanted this movie to be the best that it can, he was going to commit. Thankfully, he was working with the Russos, who he’s known for a while now. He was familiar with the two and they were patient with him, giving him the time to regain himself before shooting an intense scene. The cast and crew were very understanding as well, creating a safe space for him on set. Having Harry along with him helped as well, the familiarity of his brother kept him grounded and avoided him from falling into the void of Cherry. Though he had all these supportive people around him, there was only one person who could calm him down when things got suffocating on set. The only person he wanted to be in Cleveland with him but wasn’t. You. Since you had your own life and job, you were unable to fly out to Cleveland with him. Instead you stayed at your shared home with Tessa as company. All he needed was you when he felt the affects of Cherry caging in on him. Just the sound of your comforting voice over the phone could clear his head and make him breath again.

He had his bad days on set, where he would have to take a moment and hide in his trailer for a few minutes. During those few minutes he liked to be alone as he waited for you to answer your phone. The line would ring, it’d stop, then the sound of your sweet voice would be the only thing he’d hear. Sometimes you didn’t answer the first time, but nonetheless you answered eventually. It wasn’t the same as having you with him in person, you had your responsibilities, and he understood that. He just wished that one day you’d come to Cleveland. He wanted to be in your arms, stuff his face into your neck, breath in your familiar scent, he just wanted to feel you. You were his home. His safe haven. And it was all he wanted right now.

•

Glancing at your phone, you wondered why Tom hasn’t texted you yet. Not that you were itching for him to text you, but because around this time he would be blowing up your phone telling you things that happened during filming or how his day was going. You decided that filming probably went into overtime making him busy during his break. You shrug to yourself and continue working on your laptop.

You hear the sound of Tessa’s nails clicking against the floors as she enters the office of your home. You greet her with a smile as she settles herself beside your legs.

“Is it dinner time already, Tess?” You scratch her head as you glance at the time on your screen. It was currently nine at night, a bit late for dinner, but you haven’t noticed.

“Just give me five more minutes and I’ll get us dinner. How does that sound, love?” A somewhat sound of approval emits from Tessa. You get back to work, fingers typing away as you finish off the last of your work.

You finish in four minutes, finally satisfied with your work. You let out a content sigh and turn your laptop off. When you get up you stretch and let your bones crack after being in the same position for hours. Tessa joins you, stretching out her front paws then shaking her body out. You chuckle as you lead the way to the kitchen. Taking the scoop for Tessa’s kibble, you fill her bowl up, causing the dog to look up in curiosity. Once you placed the bowl down, her tail wagged wildly as she stuffed her face into her food.

You decided on going for something simple, ramen noodles. You were too tired too cook anything and ramen noodles were the quickest thing to cook in your pantry. While you waited for the noodles to heat up you checked your phone. You went through your notifications, but there were still no texts from Tom. Though you were concerned, you assumed that they had a long shooting day, making him too busy to text.

Hi love! I hope you’re doing well in Cleveland. I know you’re probably busy, but hopefully filming isn’t tiring you out too much. Have an amazing day! Don’t forget to drink some water from time to time and eat :) Tess and I miss you and love you so much! Talk soon xxx

You send the text with a smile. He won’t read it till he was free or done with filming, but you knew he’d see the message while you were asleep.

The microwave beeps, letting you know that your food was done. You end your night catching up on episodes of New Girl and eating soup. When you were done you did your nightly routine and settled in bed. You turn the lights off and snuggled under the warm sheets.

“Night Tessa.” You whisper to her. A huff comes out of her as she makes herself comfortable on the foot of your bed. When the both of you were settled, you slowly drifted off to sleep.

Buzz

The harsh vibrations of your phone shook you awake. Desperate for sleep, you blindly grab your phone and turn it off. Silence fills the room again as you turn around to stuff your face into Tom’s pillow. You were slowly drifting back to sleep when your phone began to vibrate again. With a groan you stretch back and snatch for phone off the night stand. You don’t bother looking at the caller id.

“Hello?” Your voice rasps out.

“Thank God you answered.” The person on the other line said. “I know you’re busy, but how soon can you visit Cleveland?” The deep voice was belonged to Harry.

“Uh—I’m not too sure, I’ll need to check in with my boss.” You reply. When you start feeling more awake you become curious as to why Harry can be calling you. “Why? Is everything ok? How’s Tom? I haven’t heard from him all day.”

The younger Holland sighs. He takes a moment to answer your questions making you suffer in silence, wondering what could have happened to your boyfriend. “Um, they’ve been shooting some intense scenes lately. Tom’s been trying his best but everyone’s noticed that he’s been a bit different.”

You sit up in bed feeling more awake. “What do you mean by different, Haz?”

“Well he’s snapped at the Russos quite a few times. There was this one scene, that they shot multiple times, and Tom would just break down after every one. (Y/n), I’m concerned for my brother, I don’t know what else to do. He’s locked himself in his room after every shoot. A—and I don’t know. I’ve tried to tell him that he can talk to me but he wouldn’t.” Harry explained, his voice croaked. You heart felt heavy for him. Harry was always there for his older brother, so to see him feel so helpless made you feel sorry.

“Haz, calm down, you know how your brother can get. How long has this been happening?”

Harry sniffed over the phone, “About a few weeks now. It’s only started becoming worse last week and now.”

The concern you felt for Tom grew. From what he’s been texting you, filming had been going great. He appeared happy on your FaceTime calls and sounded like his usual self. But maybe he actually wasn’t.

“Harry everything’s gonna be fine, alright?” You assure him. “I’ll call my boss first thing in the morning and when I get the ‘ok’ to leave I’ll get the first flight out to Cleveland. How’s that sound?”

“It sounds good. Can you tell me if you can make it? I’ll have someone come with me to pick you up at the airport.” His voice is quiet, almost muffled.

“Yeah I will, don’t worry.”

“Ok, thank you (y/n).” A small smile forms on your lips. You rub the sleep out your eyes as you glance at your closet. “Alright Haz, I’m gonna go now. But if there’s anything else, just text me or call.”

“I know, stay safe (y/n).” You bid him goodbye and place your phone on the empty space beside your side of the bed. Tom’s side of the bed. You bite your lip in thought as you worry about your boyfriend. You knew he was doing almost everything he can to make sure the movie came out perfect. If that meant shredding himself emotionally and physically, he was going to do it. Tom was dedicated to his work, but he’s never done anything close to Cherry, making you worried about the thoughts that could possibly be going through your lover’s head.

Tessa, who’s now woken up, waddles closer to you, sensing your uneasiness. You appreciate the dog’s gesture and pull her into your side, resting your chin on her head. You were basically sleepless the whole night. Although you haven’t emailed your boss yet, you already had a suitcase packed of your clothes. Your passport and other important belongings were already in a bag, ready to leave London.

The morning had been hectic. You’ve managed to get two hours of sleep, waking up at six in the morning. Still in bed, you sent your boss an email about a family emergency and how you needed to be out of the country for at least a week. As if the gods above knew of your situation, your boss willingly let you go, no questions asked and gave you well wishes. With that out the way, you scowered the Internet for flights to Cleveland. Luck was on your side that morning because you’ve booked a flight that took off in the afternoon. With your bags packed, you drove to Nikki and Dom’s to drop off Tessa.

Now all checked in, you were at Heathrow Airport waiting to be called for your flight. You were sat at your gate, with an iced coffee and a croissant from Starbucks, texting Harry. The two of you were discussing the time you’d arrive and how he’d pick you up. When you were both in agreement, you two decided to catch up. He had been in Tom’s trailer eating his breakfast. An hour passes and you were being called to board the plane.

You settle in your seat, but your leg bounced in anticipation. After the things Harry told you, you just wanted to have your boyfriend in your arms. You knew everything was probably getting to his head, all you wanted to do was hold him and tell him that he was going to be ok. As the plane began to take off, your lack of sleep caught up on you. Throughout the whole flight, you slept soundly, the worries of Tom subsiding for the time being.

~🛬~

The plane lands in Cleveland safely. It was night when you arrived. With your bags, you looked around the airport for a familiar curly haired boy. Harry waves wildly at you before running and pulling you into a tight hug. You laugh wrapping your arms around the slender boy.

“How’s your day been, Haz?” You ruffle his hair as he rolls your suitcase to the parking lot. He shrugs, “The usual. Was on set with Tom, ran around and got things for him, nothing much happened honestly. But you’re here now, so this is the highlight of my night.”

The two of you approach a black car with a driver inside, Harry motions for him to unlock the trunk. He lifts your case in before the two of you get into the backseat.

“How was your flight?” Harry asks you. The car began to move, exiting the airport and entering the highway.

“I slept through all of it, I don’t remember a thing about the flight besides getting on and off it.” You chuckle, leaning your head back against the headrest.

Harry nudges your shoulder, “Thanks for coming out with such short notice.” You wave him off. “It’s no worries, anything for my boys.”

The car is quiet, the only sounds that could be heard is the car’s wheels against the pavement. You turn to Harry, “How was he today?”

“He was pretty good in the morning.” Harry started. “Then filming started and he would grow frustrated after a few scenes. His temper’s been short. He snapped at me during lunch, which is normal, but I just asked him if he wanted some water. He broke down after a certain scene today, I tried talking to him but he still wouldn’t open up about it.” Tom wasn’t too open about his feelings sometimes. He struggled to voice them at times making all his frustrations and feelings bottled up in his head.

Half an hour later and you guys arrive at Tom’s rented home in Atlanta. As soon as you opened the door, you felt the heavy atmosphere. It was somber and tense, the chilliness of the weather also felt inside the house. Harry gestures up the stairs, “Don’t worry, go see him. His room is the first door on the left.”

You quietly thank him and climb up the stairs. You find his door, taking a deep breath before knocking. You hear some shuffling behind the door, “Harry I’m fine! Leave me alone!” His voice was deep, a bit scratchy. You frown at the door.

“Tom?” The room falls quiet. Suddenly you hear fumbling and the sound of heavy footsteps behind the door. The door opens and you finally see him. He was dressed in a large shirt with sweatpants. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, eyes glassy, and chapped lips.

“(Y/n)? You’re here?” He asks you in disbelief. A tight lipped grin forms on your lips.

“Yeah, Har—“ You were going to explain how you got there but he immediately threw himself at you. His arms wrap tightly around your figure, his head dipped into your neck, pulling your closer into him. One of your arms go around his neck while the other rubs his back soothingly. A whimper bubbles out of him, his shoulders beginning to shake. You managed to shuffle the both of you back into his room, closing the door behind you.

“You’re ok.” You whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. His grip around you never falters. Though he was much taller than you, he seemed so small at the moment. His body drowned in the shirt he wore, making him look thinner. You feel tears soaking into your shirt, making your heart clench in pain. You rest your forehead against his shoulder, holding and whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he was ready to speak.

A few minutes pass until his removes his head from your neck. You frown at his tear stained face, his eyes and cheeks red from quietly sobbing into your shoulder. Your hands cup his face, wiping the trails of tears on his cheeks. Tom leans closer to your touch, his eyes shut while his lips kiss your palm.

“I’m sorry, you’re probably tired from the flight.” He apologizes but you shake your head. You lead him to his bed and sit against the headboard. Tom follows in suit, desperately trying to get closer to you. His arms wrap around your torso, his head rests on your chest, while your legs tangle themselves together.

“I’ve had plenty of sleep on the flight, how are you?” Your lips are against his short hair from holding him so close. You nails scratch softly at his hair, calming him down.

“I don’t know if I could finish it.” He quietly admits. He shakes his head at himself.

“Why’s that, Tom?” Your boyfriend takes a deep breath as he sits up, removing himself from your touch. He sits across from you with legs crossed as he holds his head in his hands.

“I—I, it’s too much. There’s so much fucked up things he’s done. And all the things he’s seen. I just—sometimes I feel like it’s me who’s committed all of those things. When we shoot the scenes in the war and when I had to do drugs and rob banks, I felt like I lost myself—“ He cries interrupting himself to take a breath in. Compared to your fingers that ran gently through his hair, his clawed at his head. His palms rub harshly at his face, turning his skin a bright tint of red. To see Tom in such pain made you sad. You hated seeing him like this.

You gently remove his hands from scratching at his face and hold them in his lap. He stares down at your hands, clinging onto them as if his life depended on it. “I get lost in the character sometimes and I have to pull myself out of it to bring me back. But it keeps on happening over and over again. Then the Russos kept telling me to reshoot the scene more like Cherry, and I lost it and yelled at them.” You feel his tears fall to your your hands, making tears well up in your own eyes. You shuffle closer to him and kiss his forehead before pulling him into you. You stay quiet, letting him get whatever he wanted to get out.

Tom’s face is against your shoulder again. He sniffs before continuing, “It’s like everyday I find something he and I have in common. Then I think that maybe I’m turning into him. I don’t want him to be part of me. (Y/n), I don’t want to be him, I don’t want to do the things he’s done.” He sobs into your shoulder. Your heart breaks at how broken he sounded. His shoulders shook again, his back burning up with tension. A few tears made it’s way down your cheeks as you pulled his face away from you.

“Look at me.” You urged him. His jaw clenched, still looking down at his lap. He shook his head in response. “Tom, please. Look at me.” Your voice cracks. He slowly tilts his head up, your eyes connecting. He didn’t have that twinkle in his eyes, it’s like they’ve lost the light in them. Instead they were dark, like there was no life behind them. There was a mix of sadness, confusion, and even fear in his eyes.

You sadly smiled at him, cupping his face with your hands. “You’re not going to be him. You never will. You’re Tom. You are nothing close to Nico or Cherry. You are the sweetest man I have known in the world, you wouldn’t even hurt a damn fly. You’re not him. I know you aren’t. You wouldn’t do the things he’s ever done even if you were forced to. I know you Tom, I assure you, you’re nothing like him.” Tom hiccups, gripping onto your wrists.

“When this is all over and you’re done filming, we can forget about him. We won’t even mention him.” You assure him, stroking his cheeks.

“What if—,” You cut him off.

“No, there’s no what if’s. You’re going to be fine Tom. You’re surrounded by people who love you and will make you realize that you’re nothing even near him. You are the kindest man ever, you love your family, you care about your fans, and your brothers. You’re busy always taking care of everyone else, I think it’s time you take care of yourself, love.” You tell him. A small smile is on your face but it falters, “You don’t have to go through this alone, Tom.”

Tom takes a shaky breath in. “You’ll be there right?” He asks like a child making sure his mother will be there when he wakes up. “You’ll be there with me to bring me back?”

Your thumb smooths the crinkle between his brows, “I always will. I promise.” He nods and pulls you into him. You climb onto his lap and settle on his legs. He stares up at you, one of his his hands supporting your back, the other pressed against your cheek. “Thank you. I missed you so much. I’m sorry for not texting, everything’s just been so taxing mentally and physically.”

“No, don’t worry I get it.” You turn your face to press a light kiss on his palm. For the first time since you’ve seen him, Tom managed to crack a smile on his lips. He moves some strands of hair away from your face before resting his large hand on the back of your head. “I love you. I love you so much, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Tom.” You whisper against his lips. He takes that as a sign to finally crash your lips together. After months being apart, the feeling of his lips against yours felt like coming home. The kiss was desperate, like it was the air you both breathed. Tom had been longing for your touch, he craved you every second of the day, whether it be sexually or just missing you. The kiss grew rough, your teeth clashing, tongues poking and gliding against each other.

Tom lays you down on the bed, hovering over you. His hands grab and stroke at your body, trying to pull off your clothes to get close to your skin. He suddenly pulls away from your lips. “I need you. Please, I need you.” He almost begs you. Panting, you nod and push him to lay on his back. “Ok, let me take care of you, Tommy.”

He yanks his shirt off, throwing it to the side. You do the same, leaning down to meet his lips again. You kiss your way along his jaw and down to his neck. When you find that certain spot, he lets out a throaty groan, head falling back against the pillows. You run your nails along his chiseled abs and slightly roll your hips against his growing length. Tom grunts, hands instantly connecting to your ass and gripping onto your cheeks. He helps you roll your hips more, deeper with more friction against you two.

“Mm, Tom. I missed you.” You moan against his neck. You bite down and soothe the spot with your tongue after.

Tom looks down at you, lifting his hips to meet your clothes pussy. “Fucking miss you so much. You have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming of being buried in you again.” You kiss your way down his chest, but Tom stops you. His hands grab onto your leggings and slide them off.

“N-no foreplay. I need to feel you.” He stutters out, mouth agape. You nod in agreement and take his sweatpants off along with his boxers. You spit in your hand, running your hand along his dick to give it some wetness. Tom helps you lift yourself over him and guides your hips down his erected cock. You let out a combination of a sigh and moan as your walls envelop and stretch around him. Tom slightly sits up against the headboard, your tightness wrapping around him. He lets out a cry of relief, your walls around him feeding his cravings. You use his shoulders as leverage to pull yourself up but Tom stops you.

“What’s wrong?” You eye him cautiously. Tom shakes his head, “Nothing’s wrong. I just—can we stay like this for a while? I just want to feel you, please?”

“Yeah, we can do that.” You send him a reassuring smile as you settle back down on him. His hands make themselves comfortable around your waist. You maneuver your arms under his and wrap them around his back. Tom smiles at you, rubbing your back and guiding you into his chest. Before you can nuzzle your face into his neck, he presses a kiss to your temple and lets his fingers get tangled in your hair.

With his eyes closed in bliss, he whispers, “Thank you for bringing me back. I love you.”

You kiss his collarbone basking in the feeling him being so close to you. “I’ll always be here. I love you too.”

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jamespotterthefirst · 4 years ago

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For A Long Time Now (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, Book 3

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende)

Words: 2K

Warning: Implied adult situations

Premise: He can finally tell her the three words he meant to say for a long time.

Author’s Note: The non-premium Ethan love confession is supreme and nothing will convince me otherwise. This is named after it.

The bright beams of moonlight illuminated the small, charming bedroom when Ethan awoke. One glance at the digital clock on her bedside informed him it was almost two in the morning. With a sigh that sounded louder in the still darkness, he sank back into her pillows, his heart beating a content, steady beat at the prospect of having just a few more hours by her side.

A few hours, though a miserable consolation, were welcomed if it meant having her in his arms, peaceful and beautiful. Ethan glanced down at her, unable to avoid feeling awestruck. Her steady breath ebbed and flowed gently, caressing his skin as she slept against his chest, her ear pressed against the heart that beat for her. A few hours were a small but welcomed triumph.

Soon, dawn would break across the sky, announcing the beginning of a new day and bringing them closer to their inevitable end.

It was as though his misery was a force so strong, it pressed into her because at that moment, she stirred

“Mmmm.” She let out a small hum of protest twisting and tangling her limbs further in the sheets. When she opened her eyes, she blinked slowly at first then rapidly, pushing away sleep.

“Hi,” she greeted, her fogged expression melting into a tired but breathtaking smile.

“Hey,” he returned with a small smirk.

Lilac bit her bottom lip against a second smile, this one playful and coquettish. And just like that, they were drawn to one another again, plucking kisses with hot, languid strokes of their mouths. Their movements became slow, lazy, as though they had all the time in the world.

His heart ached when he realized how untrue that was.

Lilac, lips bruised from his kiss, beamed at him when they broke apart.

“Why are you awake this early? Don't tell me you actually get up at two in the morning to start your day.”

“Three thirty, actually.”

Lilac made a sound of faux disgust that made him laugh. “If you made me get up that early daily, I'd murder you.”

His stomach gave an involuntary swoop at the implication. She meant if they spent many nights together, not just one night before their return to attending and intern. If they woke up next to each other every morning, stealing kisses as they prepared for their day. If they had more than just mere hours left to be together.

Lilac seemed to catch the meaning of her words because she blushed. She opened her mouth, mortified, perhaps to dissuade the tension in the quiet bedroom with characteristic rambling. Ethan summoned a crooked smirk before she could get the words out.

“Not even if I woke you up to do this?”

In one graceful stroke of movement he had her on top of him, straddling his waist. His lips trailed slow, delicate kisses along her throat, inspiring the most delicious of moans. By the time he reached her jaw, she was breathless.

“Ethan,” she whimpered, begging him for more.

He was happy to oblige, fulfilling every one of her panting pleas until, with mingled cries and moans, they collapsed against the heap of pillows.

“You can absolutely wake me up like that in a few hours.” She snuggled against his chest as she said this, this time listening aptly to his frenzied pulse.

Ethan chuckled, pulling her close.

They remained silent for a moment, contently listening to the distant lull of the city. As his breath slowly returned to normal, his eyes scanned the space of her bedroom, taking in every detail he could commit to memory.

There were many pictures of whom Ethan assumed were her family—lively, kind-faced people, some who shared her same nose, others her smile, few her eyes. Then, in the many frames cluttering the desk, were the familiar faces of her friends, laughing and smiling in just as familiar places: Donahue's, the coast, even Edenbrook. For a wistful moment, he allowed himself to imagine a photo of the two of them framed and placed at her bedside. Lilac would be kissing his cheek and Ethan would fail to fight back a smile, no doubt looking the happiest he'd ever look in his life.

For a moment he imagined they were just Ethan and Lilac, not Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Allende.

A swirl of dark clouds slowly floated away, leaving the moon unobstructed.

In the full light of the moon, he realized they could be both. Ethan wasn't her direct supervisor. If he pulled some strings and asked another attending to be her supervisor, perhaps they could…

Lilac shifted slightly and hummed meekly, tilting her face up to him. “What are you thinking about?”

Her voice was thick with exhaustion, both from her trial earlier and from the celebration after.

Her lids appeared heavy with sleep, already halfway closed. Ethan almost chuckled at the sight, brushing a lock of hair away from her face.

“You.”

Lilac smiled despite the veil of sleep starting to overwhelm her, savoring the single word. With another small sigh, she snuggled against his chest, her hand sliding up to rest by his collarbone.

God, he loved it when she did that.

Ethan paused.

Love.

A foolish concept he once scoffed at or tried to explain away with scientific facts. Yet, he loved many things about her, he knew that as extensively as he knew medicine.

Ethan swallowed, fingers absently playing with her silky hair.

He loved her.

There was no point in denying what he had known for weeks, what he had felt since perhaps the moment she held his hand on the loveseat of the NICU. As he held her then, Ethan doubted that was an accurate estimate of when his feelings started. He was already in the middle by the time he was forced to accept the undeniable fact that he was in love with Lilac Allende.

I love you.

Thinking the words felt like an echo. Merely replaying them in his mind was no longer enough. Simply thinking them felt like a travesty, a complete lack of respect for the beautiful, brilliant woman in his arms. He had to say them, professionalism and propriety be damned.

He could figure the rest out later.

She had to know.

“Lilac?”

“Hmm?”

The sound was soft, distant. When he glanced down, she was asleep, breathing peacefully against his chest. With a sad but resigned smile, he pulled her close and kissed her forehead instead.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

II.

June and Baz filed out without a backward glance. Lilac, however, lingered behind as was her custom. Of that much, Ethan was certain before he even turned around to face her. His eyes locked with a pair of curious green ones and his stomach dove, an involuntary reaction to her.

“Can I help you with something, Dr. Allende?”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “So formal,” she commented as she stepped into his embrace. “That's not what you called me last night.”

The false innocence she injected into that little whisper drove him insane. His fingers clenched her hips, wishing for nothing more than to fold her over his desk. Instead, he smirked down at her.

“I don't believe I called you anything last night.”

“Mmm, you didn't. You were too distracted making out with me. I doubt you could string two words together.”

Lilac kissed him again, this time taking great care to push her body against his. Ethan groaned into her mouth, convinced this type of torture was worse than any other. They had only shared hungry kisses on several occasions, but Ethan never allowed it to proceed any further, even if his body protested that decision often.

He didn't think he could bear the pain of separation when she inevitably moved on next year.

“Maybe I’ll let you call me that in bed,” she murmured.

Ethan groaned again.

Luckily for him, her pager interrupted their moment and Ethan was spared from making a fool of himself by trying to stammer out a reply. Lilac glanced down and sighed wistfully.

“I have to go,” she lamented, making little effort to move away. “They’re going to have the results for the Senator’s lead testing soon.”

Ethan barely heard her, too busy memorizing the curve of her lips, the cluster of freckles on her nose, the exact shade of forest green with flickers of gold from her eyes.

“Are we still doing dinner at your place tonight?” she asked, completely unaware of his lovestruck admiration. “You owe me that Gregorian stuffed chicken from last time.”

Overwhelmed, Ethan merely nodded.

With one last smile, she craned her neck to kiss him goodbye, her hand lingering on his jaw when they broke apart.

Ethan watched her approach the door, a sense of urgency gripping him. After everything they had been through that year, his heart beat just as relentlessly for her. That much was clear from their recent slip in conviction. If Ethan was being honest, his heart had never faltered once, not even when he tried to put distance between them by escaping to Brazil.

Every kiss since the one they shared outside his apartment was proof of one irrevocable truth.

He never stopped loving her.

He doubted he ever would.

“Lilac?”

“Hmm?”

She halted right as she reached the door, looking over her shoulder curiously.

I love you.

Ethan opened his mouth, throat straining against a sudden knot. Before the words formed, that constant, miserable thought pushed its way to the forefront of his mind.

She might leave at the end of her residency. She deserves the entire world at her feet and you could never tie her down.

“Ethan?”

“See you tonight.”

- - - - - - - - - - - -

III.

The real celebration occurred at Lahela's apartment later that evening. At least, that's what the surgeon deemed in a loud and almost incomprehensible cheer when they arrived. When his eyes landed on Ethan by Lilac’s side, however, a small moment of surprise pierced the silence, before he cheered louder than ever, proclaiming, “The Chief is here. Now, it's a real party!”

Ethan had to admit that this cohort of young doctors knew how to celebrate in style. It didn’t take long before they broke into the impressive selection of drinks at the kitchen counter. The only regrettable aspect of the whole affair was the music.

“Don Julio 1942, bitches,” Lahela proclaimed, brandishing two sleek bottles of tequila. He seemed to remember Ethan was in the room for he grimaced briefly. “Sorry, Dr. R!”

“The only thing you have to apologize for, Lahela, is taking so long to serve us our shots,” Ethan returned without missing a beat.

“Amen to that,” Lilac responded enthusiastically from his side.

After many rounds of high quality shots, their group grew in numbers as other hospital staff arrived and crammed the small apartment. Though no one excluded Ethan from their small cliques—quite the opposite, everyone was too eager to talk to the new Chief—he was happier observing from the sidelines.

No, he was happier observing her, laughing and celebrating with her friends, from afar. It was like being a spectator to the most beautiful and moving art piece he had ever seen. She deserved all the revelry and acclaim pouring over her that night. This was an exciting chapter in her life that she had fought hard to earn. Ethan did not believe the sun itself could contain the pride blooming in his chest.

After a couple hours, the late evening found Ethan at the terrace of Lahela’s apartment, a blanket of the deepest purple overhead.

“Too important to hang out with us plebeians now that you’re Chief of Medicine?”

It was Lilac, standing at the sliding door, cheeks flushed and smile radiant in the moonlight.

“That has literally never been true about any administrator,” he returned, though smiling just as brightly. He couldn’t contain the elation now that the floodgates had opened.

Their bodies found each other, as they always would, joining in an embrace. Ethan kissed her forehead, the movement something close to second nature. “I’d argue your new job is more worthy of such praise,” he murmured. With a small nod toward the party, he added, “And theirs.”

Lilac pulled her chin back to survey him with pride. “Spoken like a true leader.”

A rumble of collective groans and cheers erupted from inside the apartment as a new song blurred through the speakers.

“Bryce is on an eighties-only lockdown,” she explained with a laugh. “He does that when he’s had too much to drink.”

Ethan scrunched up his nose. “Then we got out just in time.”

Lilac laughed, the sound a comfort to Ethan. They stood there in each other’s embrace, overlooking the twinkling lights of the city, reminiscent of another time long ago on a different balcony. Even then, his heart beat fiercely, desperately for her. Back then, he fought so courageously (and foolishly) against the three words that seemed the only truth in the universe.

He didn’t have to deny himself of happiness anymore.

At long last, he didn’t have to fight them anymore.

“Lilac?”

“Hmm?”

She glanced up at him.

“I love you.”

Her smile rivaled the stars above their heads.

“I love you, Ethan,” she replied without hesitation.

He didn’t dare believe he could ever be happier. Then she kissed him, pouring her feelings into every movement of her lips, and he realized his happiness was boundless by her side. When they pulled apart, breathless and grinning like teenagers, Ethan let out a low chuckle.

“It’s an outrage to tell you that with Starship playing in the background.”

Lilac laughed, her eyes sparkling with unshed, happy tears. “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now is a fitting song if you think about it.”

Ethan made an exaggerated face of disgust that he was sure would make her laugh. Pure satisfaction coursed through him when it did.

“Luckily for you, you can tell anytime you want now,” she told him.

He kissed her again, spurred on by uncontained elation.

“You can rest assured I will.”

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Author’s Note: I am not okay after that confession. I had to write something. Part I takes place right after her trial in book 1; Part II is right before her attack in book 2; Part III after that confession kljdlkfk

A few notes:

I still plan to write for Lilac and Ethan as time and creativity allows. If anyone still wishes to read them, then they’ll be here for you <3. If anyone still wants OPH content, you can count on me for that. I don’t plan on letting go of this story for a while.

I’m going on a trip to the East Coast next week, including Boston (eeeek). I will leave a queue of random stuff but also two fics. One will be Chapter 1 of my OHTY Rewrite. The second will be a short ficlet I wrote a while ago

I am currently working on the next chapter of both Pictagram series. Hopefully I can post those when I come back!

Whether you leave the fandom or stick around (or something in between), I want to sincerely thank everyone who has supported this crazy journey of mine for the past year. Writing has always been my passion, but I stopped doing it for years before Open Heart. It was this book, these characters, and YOU who motivated me to write my little heart out. You guys gave me my happiness back and for that I am extremely grateful.

I love you guys!

*Tagging in a reblog*

#Open Heart #Ethan Ramsey #Ethan x MC #playchoices #Open heart: third year #OHTY

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waywardtakami · 4 years ago

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- don't leave me

✦pairing: hawks x gn!reader

✦c/w: language, slight mha manga spoilers, 16+ only , angst

✦a/n: hello!! I'm very excited about this fic, it's my first gn one! It's been sitting in my wips for so long and I'm finally happy with it. hopefully people will still read this without there being smut. thank you! <3

✦summary: hawks gets hurt during a mission...

✦w/c: 2k

Keigo had left you again to fight in another mission. He had only been gone for a few days, but you wished he was with you instead. You missed him so much. He hadn't been physically by your side in so long, causing your heart to ache again. Times like these were practically torture. Waking up without him by your side was agonizing, but you were used to it.

His job was all-consuming and you knew him being away for large amounts of time would affect you when you committed yourself to this relationship. There was a constant worry for his life and maybe a little for your own.

You and Kei decided to keep your relationship as private as possible so no one would go after you. He didn't want anyone to kidnap or hurt you.

Even though his musk scent was flooded throughout your shared home, you still tried distracting yourself the best you could.

After making your favorite food, you plopped onto the couch and turned on the TV to try and take your mind off him.

As the TV flickered on, your boyfriend's face flashed across the screen. A gruff voice played over what was being shown. You assumed it was just something about his stats or a recent interview per usual. It didn't help the feeling in your heart subside by seeing him.

You changed the channel, again and again. But every channel had been taken over by the same broadcast. You eventually fixated and listened.

Your heart dropped.

Hawks had been accused of murder.

"Murder...?" you mumbled to yourself. "No..he...what?" Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to thump out of your chest. You were stuck in a pool of emotions of confusion and immense shock, it was like your head was on fire.

Dabi...one of the League of Villain members was behind this. All the information you received was from Keigo's colleagues and the media.

Keigo had been hurt bad...real bad.

The fact that you couldn't do anything about it had you overwhelmed and panicked. When you finally found out which hospital he was brought to through FatGum, you drove yourself there.

Of course he was brought to one one of the furthest ones from where you guys lived. On top of that, traffic was horrendous. With everything that had gone down, the citizens of the city were frantic and trying to get home to their families.

Your hands and entire body practically trembled while driving. Your eyes pricked with tears at the thought of Keigo's wounded state. "He's fine he's fine he's FINE!" You kept telling yourself over and over.

When you made it to the hospital, there was a large number of people in the waiting room. The sounds of people clamoring in and trying to get a room were deafening. You hurried over to the front desk.

"Hello Ma'am I need to see Hawks, he should be here." She wouldn't let you in his room. You wanted to see him, no you needed to see him. You started crying, pleading, begging for her to let you go in his room. But the front desk lady apologized and insisted he needed to rest and isn't accepting visitors.

You knew it was really because she probably thought you were just some fan of his. Or maybe even a reporter trying to sneak in photos. But no, you were his baby, his life, and they weren't going to let you in.

"I'M HIS DAMN PARTNER FOR GOD SAKES!" You yell while slamming your fist against the counter. You didn't realize how much impact you put into your fist until you felt pain in your hand. The waiting room goes almost quiet and heads turn to look at you. You glance back to see all the faces turned to you.

Your voice softens from embarrassment. "Please...just let me see him." Your fist still against the counter looking at the nurse with tears streaming down your face.

She stands up and moves closer, "I'm so sorry, I believe you…" She slides a clip board with a few papers attached. "...but we can't let you in just yet he's still recovering from his injuries, he needs to rest right now. Please fill these out while you wait." She looks back up with you with a faint smile. She really does believe you. She can see it in your eyes, the pain, she understood.

You release your hand, and pick up the clipboard. Looking at her on the other side of the counter you give her a face flustered nod and mouth a quick "thank you."

You go sit down comfortably in one of the empty chairs to wait for keigo to wake up...

The news of your wounded boyfriend was already half across Japan. After filling out the forms you scroll through your phone to calm yourself down. You kept seeing post after post about him. Almost all news headlines had his name.

You think to yourself about how much of it is all bullshit and that he's fine. Deep down you weren't sure if the words your brain kept telling you were true. You click on one of the posts about him that reads:

"THE NUMBER TWO PRO HERO DEAD"

Your heart skips a beat, but quickly you realize it's just a fake. You scroll through, lightly skimming the bullcrap you were reading. You scroll and see a photo taken of him the night he was brought to the hospital. You wonder how the press even got a photo of him. You focus on the photo, he does look dead. It only showed his upper body, completely covered in burns. More tears forming at the corners of your eyes just seeing him in the photo. Oh and his wings, his big bright vermilion wings...gone.

You were a complete mess at this point but your sniffles and choked sobs were interrupted by the front desk lady waving to you. "He's awake."

Quickly following her into the room you see him. As you stand in the doorway for a moment, your heart sinks. You hurry to him. He had bandages wrapped around his head. His hair was short and mostly singed off. And his wings...they really were gone. "I'll leave you two alone," the nurse walks out and closes the door behind her.

You turn back to him.

"Kei?" you whimpered out.

His half lidded eyes look at you. His formerly bright, charming and yellow pupils have become dark and filled with anguish. He was wearing a mask over his nose and mouth with two tubes coming from the sides of it. He couldn't speak or breath himself, due to his throat being burned.

Of course he knew it was you. Tears welled up deep inside and coursed down his cheeks. Seeing him like this had your body nauseas. You move to cup your hand on his face, feeling the material of his mask rather than his soft subtle skin. You graze your thumb against his cheekbone to wipe away his tears.

You pick up one of his hands to hold it in yours. "Kei….I'm so glad you're okay." You were sniffling through each word. He slowly raises his arm to point to the phone sitting on the table near his hospital bed. Handing it to him, you watch as his calloused fingers type out what he wants to say.

"Angel, I've missed you so much, please never leave my side." You faintly smile at him, wishing you could hear those words come from his mouth and not the AI voice.

"I won't leave you Keigo, I'm here, I won't go anywhere."

He types again. "I'm pretty beat up, but I think I'll make it."

Your ears focus on "think" for a moment. "Yes Kei you'll be fine, everything's gonna be okay. You felt a bit better being in his presence but you still couldn't bear the sight of him. Your eyes began to prick with tears once again and this time Kei was the one who bought his hand up to brush your tears away just like you did moments ago.

You try your best to wrap your arms around him without causing him anymore pain. You could feel him wince when you laid your head against his chest. "Sorry Kei I didn't mean to hur-" He waves his hand and shakes his head, signaling that it's okay.

Your body looked calm despite how tangled your mind was.There were many questions that flooded your mind. So many things you wanted to say. But you could worry about the details later. Right now you were finally with him again, there was no way you were letting him leave you ever again.

You were bent over, upper body on top of him at an awkward position. You didn't want to hurt him, so this had to work.

Despite the position, you took in the moment with your boyfriend. Feeling his chest slowly rise up and down. You close your eyes and imagine you were back home with him in bed. Just snuggling on a weekend afternoon, light shining in on him making his wings light up beautifully against the sun. His golden locks and glowing skin, his scent washing over your senses. Your warm bodies practically glued together. You wanted that again, you wanted everything back to normal.

He moved one of his scarred hands to your back, slowly rubbing up and down. He knew he wasn't going to make it. He was fighting so hard on the inside. So damn hard...for you. He didn't want to leave you, he couldn't. His mind wandered about the life he had planned to have with you.

He faintly smiled under the mask when he imagined you walking down the aisle...holding your first child...sitting in little rocking chairs growing old together. That's all he wanted.

Both of your tears never stopped. You were both silent. The only sounds to be heard were each other's quiet sniffles and the monitor Keigo was attached to, making a faint beep to his heart beat. Still laying on his chest, his breathing started to slow and so did the beeping, being lost in the moment you didn't notice really but he knew.

He waved his hand signaling for you to stand up and brought his hand to take off his mask. He couldn't hold on much longer. Every aching pain inside him felt like knives stabbing his insides and with each stab more time from his life was taken.

"Kei, you need to keep it on to breath, please." He shakes his head and takes it off anyways. The beeping still started to slow. The mask hung off the side of his face. His honeyed voice now husk from the burns.

"Baby...I love you so...so.." He coughs making him hiss at the pain.

"No..fuck..Kei stop, you're going to be okay just put the damn mask on."

"I'm too..far..gone, I have no more fight left."

Holding his jaw in your hands,your face inches from him. "No you have to stay strong for me, please don't leave me again, I can't do this without you."

"Kid...please...when I'm gone...find someone else and-

"NO- I ONLY WANT YOU!" You cry out, holding his head to your chest. Long-lasting sobs leaving your mouth.

"I love...you" His breathing is heavy from trying to speak. He needed to tell you this. He needed you to understand how much he loves you.

Moving his head from your chest. "I love you too...kiego." You manage to say through your choked sobs.

You move to have your lips brush his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale your breath, feel the warmth of your skin. He closes his eyes and connects his lips to yours. It was deep and passionate, like you were kissing him for the first time. You held one side of his face with one hand, and held his hand with the other.

But when you pull away, his eyes don't open. It's like that's all he wanted, no needed. One last kiss, one last touch. To feel you.

His breathing completely slows, and you're left with the prolonged beep of the monitor. He was gone. The man who was always too fast for his own good, had left you and the world too fast.

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annabethy · 5 years ago

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under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow day 18: presents

Character A and Character B save Christmas,, percabeth

Percy has never felt as much horror as he does right now. He’s staring at the back of his closet, in complete terror, his heart dropping to the floor. He can’t breathe or hear or see because there’s supposed to be ten presents and he counts nine.

There was a doll missing. An expensive, eating, talking doll that was all his daughter wanted in life. He swears that he had gotten his daughter the present she wanted most, except apparently, he didn’t because it’s not there.

He tries to think about what to do, but the reality of the situation is he really can’t do anything. He’s pretty sure every four-year-old girl on this planet wanted the doll he thought he had sitting in the closet for Christmas. There’s approximately zero chance he’s going to be able to get his hands on it only five days before Christmas, so. He’s screwed.

Percy thinks he has to at least try anyways. He’d nearly ruined Christmas last year because he hadn’t known how to wrap presents, and his neighbor had to help him at three in the morning, which was embarrassing to say the least. He’s determined to not fail that badly this year, and that’s exactly why he’s standing back outside that same neighbor’s door after dropping his daughter off at school.

“I need help,” is the first thing he says when the door swings open.

“Good morning to you too,” Annabeth says.

“I messed up,” he breathes, but he steps forwards to plant a quick kiss on her lips. “I need your help. Desperately.”

“What did you do?”

“You know that doll that my kid’s been talking about for months?”

“The one I have sitting in the back of my car for mine, I’m sure.”

He pauses. “You have one?!”

“You don’t?”

He whines, “I thought I did but turns out I completely forgot to get it.”

She laughs in his face.

“This isn’t funny. This is a Christmas crisis.”

“Yeah. You fucked up.”

“You’re my girlfriend. Aren’t you supposed to help me?”

“Five days before Christmas?” She snorts. “Good luck.”

Percy runs his fingers through his hair, frustrated. “Our girls are at school, so I need you to go shopping with me.”

“What good am I going to be for a doll that you’re going to have to murder someone to get your hands on it?” “Well, you tend to murder people with your eyes. It used to be scary, but now it’s useful.”

“Your master plan is to unleash me in a store so I can commit homicide over a toy?”

“I don’t care what you do as long as we get that doll, so come on.” He waves his keys in her face. “Get in the car.”

She gives him a humored look and opens her door wider. “Come in. I’m going to need a minute.”

Annabeth actually ends up needing twenty minutes, something he helpfully reminds her of as she’s getting dressed. His rush definitely doesn’t stop him from enjoying the view, but the shirt that she throws at his face does.

By the time they’re finally out of the house, they are on a mission. Annabeth’s sitting in the passenger seat of the car, and as Percy rightfully predicted, she is out for blood. Her phone is in her hand as she switches from app to app in search of anyone who has the toy.

Percy’s hand grips the steering wheel tightly. Driving in New York in December is not something he’s ever enjoyed doing with the way people drive like animals, but Christmas is in the line, and he too has turned into an animal.

“Any luck?” he asks hopefully, drifting down the highway.

“A store an hour away says they have it in stock,” she says. “Only one left, so drive fast.”

“Make that twenty minutes,” he says, and then he’s stepping on the gas. It’s a lot of switching in and out of lanes because people don’t understand that he has places to be. Every two seconds, Annabeth screaming out a status update, which has startled him enough to almost crash at least twice.

“It’s still in stock!”

“Yes, thank you babe, because I was sure that it had been sold within the last thirty seconds.”

Annabeth mutters something under his breath, but there’s a faint smile on his face. Despite being as stressed as he is that he’s failed as a father for the second year in a row, he surely loves spending time with her like this. She’s such a cutthroat person, and it warms his heart.

“Oh, someone bought it.”

Percy groans. “Of course they did.”

“Keep driving this way. There’s a store thirty minutes ahead that might have it.” Another beat passes. “Never mind.”

“She’s going to hate me,” he says.

“Probably. Even I know it’s the one thing she wanted more than anything.”

“Way to rub it in.”

“I do it because I love you.”

He feels pretty upset, but the words raise his mood instantly. If his daughter disowns him, at least he has the love of his life to help him through it. “I love you too, even though you like to tease me.” “Just keeping you on your toes.” She shifts in the seat and points further down the road. “Take this exit. We’re going to do this old fashioned.”

He listens. “Old fashioned?”

She grins. “We’re going to a toy store.”

The second they walk in, Percy feels like sneezing. It’s a bit dustier than he would like, and the lightest isn’t the best, but there aren’t many people there, so he thinks he at least has a chance of finding the toy. Annabeth slides her hand into his as they stroll around, and he pulls her closer into his side. He tries to keep his eyes looking for the toy, but he quickly learns that it wasn’t going to help. The toys here didn’t seem to be the most up-to-date, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s come to terms that that toy is just not happening. He’ll probably end up compensating for it with an overload of different toys, so he uses this time instead to enjoy time alone with Annabeth. They’re usually with their kids whenever they’re together, and their girls have quickly become best friends (much to his delight — he thinks he might want to marry Annabeth), so it’s nice to be alone outside of the house.

Not that he minds being inside the house alone either, if you know what he means. He thinks there should be a healthy balance.

“Are you okay?” she asks softly, bumping his shoulder. He shrugs. “Just disappointed. She was so excited for it.”

“Let’s go try another place then,” she says, turning in his arms. He instinctively wraps his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Let’s just go home and snuggle instead,” he says. “I don’t think we’re going to be finding that toy anytime soon.”

“I don’t mind snuggles,” she tells him, smiling. “But let’s try one more place, yeah? Or we can get something to eat?”

It’s not until she mentions food that he realizes how hungry he really is. He doesn’t remember eating at all that day, too in a rush in the morning, and the afternoon being no different. He kisses her softly again. “Let’s go on a Christmas lunch date.”

That Christmas lunch date ends up being in the front seats of his car, but he’s not picky. They’re in the parking lot of wawa, Annabeth with mac n cheese in her hands, and Percy with a cheeseburger. As she eats, Percy keeps his eyes on her. Everything she does is so cute, including eating, and he doesn’t know if it’s normal to feel this way about someone. Her cheeks are still hinted pink from when they’d been outside ten minutes prior, and she’s still wearing a knitted hat. She looks so warm that he desperately wants to pull her onto his lap and just hold her.

“What are you looking at?” she asks, spoon hovering in front of her mouth.

Percy smiles at her fondly. “You.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you,” he says. “And you’re so pretty all the time.”

“All the time?”

“All the time,” he confirms, setting his food aside so he can lean towards her, nuzzling his face in her neck. He kisses the soft skin twice. “When you wake up, and when you fall asleep, you’re always so perfect.”

“You watch me sleep?” she teases.

“Sometimes,” he admits. “You don’t stay over every night. Otherwise, I would cuddle you to sleep every day.”

“Sounds dreamy.”

“It would be.” He pulls his head off of her so he can look her in the eyes. Overwhelming love stares back at him, and for a moment, he cannot think of anything except her. She’s so beautiful and perfect, and it’s taken him this long to find her. She’s there for him, and she loves his daughter, and he loves hers. She drops everything to go on a run to save Christmas with him, and he’s in love with her.

He wants to fall asleep to her and wake up to her. Not just sometimes, but every night and every morning. He wants to wake up on Christmas morning to their kids bouncing on their bed to wake their parents up, to share a look with her that screams ‘tired but in love’ with each other and the life they’ve created.

“Move in with me,” he blurts out.

Annabeth laughs. “What?”

“I’m serious,” he says, sitting up straighter. “Let’s move in together. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of our lives together, and… I want to marry you someday.”

She blinks, and he feels panic take over for a second before she smiles again, teeth sparkling and white. “Percy… are you being serious?” He laughs. “I am.”

“You want to move in with me?”

“I do.”

Annabeth stares at him for a second, unmoving, before she’s rushing forwards, pressing her lips to his. He responds enthusiastically, his heart fluttering, having him feel lightheaded in the best way possible. “Let’s move in together,” she mutters against him, and Percy can’t stop smiling. Teeth clash, but he can’t find it in him to quell the grin.

He’s pretty sure people are walking by outside the car wondering why they’re practically making out in the car, but they stay like that anyways until they can no longer breathe.

“I love you,” he says. “Thank you for trying to help me save Christmas.”

“Help you save Christmas?”

“Mission objective failed. There’s going to be no doll under that tree.”

“Okay, so…” Annabeth’s tongue presses out slightly between her lips as she bites down to smother a smile. “What if I told you that I actually have two of them?”

“I’m sorry. You what?”

“I had a feeling you might forget, so I just got two of them.”

“Oh my god.”

“I know I’m a god.”

“I can’t believe you let me drive around the city for hours for no reason!”

“It wasn’t for no reason! I wanted to spend time with you!”

“We could have spent time together doing something more romantic than panicked Christmas shopping!”

“I didn’t want to do something else,” she says. “This was perfect. More realistic.”

“You’re a little tease, you know that?”

She pokes his cheek, and he nips lightly at her finger. “Yeah, but you still want to move in with me anyways.”

“Now that you’re going to give me the present that saves Christmas? How could I not?”

She leans across the center console so she can kiss him properly. “You could always just marry me instead.”

“The thing is I’m actually considering it,” he says playfully, though he’s telling the truth. “I could get down on one knee right now.”

She grins and kisses him again. “Next Christmas,” she says, sounding a lot like a promise. He doesn’t mind waiting until next Christmas. He has everything he needs right here in front of him. “Next Christmas, I’m going to make you my wife.”

Annabeth’s fingers run through his hair and pull him in closer. “I’ll be waiting,” she says, and Percy just knows they’re going to live an amazing life together.

The person he fell in love with is the person that helped him save Christmas, and he doesn’t mind one bit.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #percabeth #percy jackson and the olympians #my writing

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eclecticstarlightconnoisseur · 4 years ago

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Paying It Forward

Good Evening all,

Ok, I know I haven’t posted the next chapter of Edinburgh to Boston. I am sorry about that. But it has been a pretty bad, horrible, no good end of the year for me. Hubby got sick again and I had to rush him to hospital. He needed heavy duty antibiotics. He is now ok, but still very debilitated after his illness. Me? I have been taking care of him, going to work, and my characters have decided not to play nice with me. Hubs said I painted myself into a corner. Not exactly, I just haven’t figured out how to get them to do what I want them to do. And I am tired. Which is partially how this fic came about.

I decided that I would start to read MOBY for two reasons. One, it has been some time since I read it and I am hoping that Bees will be out this year and I wanted to refresh my memory of what happened previously. Two, I was hoping it would help my writer’s block. It did but in an unexpected way. After getting to a certain point in the story, I went to sleep and dreamt the story you are about to read. It played in my head over and over, like it had to some out. So I wrote it and here it is.

Now that I said MOBY: SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! If you haven’t read MOBY and don’t want to find out what’s going to happen, PLEASE DON’T READ THIS. The story actually draws on ABOSAA, ECHO, MOBY, and a tiny bit from the TV program.

As always I am indebted to @scubalass for her most excellent work as my beta. Also she contributed to the story which made it so much better. I’ll tell you at the end. I am also grateful to @gotham-ruaidh who told me it was different and good. And that I should go with it. The other important thing you need to know is it is written like one of Claire’s voice-over monologues. I know that people hate the monologues, but that’s how it was and I kept to it.

So I give you Paying It Forward. I hope you like it.

The detritus of the woodland floor muffled the sounds of the Army advancing. Moldy leaves crackled and fragrant pine needles from fir trees helped to disguise their steps. But, it is not in the make-up of the military to travel quietly especially in the 18th century. Horses neighed and harness jingled. Goats bleated. Shot pouches and cartridge-boxes buckled to belts rattled and clinked Wagons creaked under their heavy loads. Carriages groaned pulling the weighty cannon along. And, of course, there was Rollo, half-wolf, half-dog. The mongrel barked madly harassing man and beast alike as he weaved among them. The voice of my nephew, Ian Murray, called to the animal, “ Thig an seo cù .” Yipping with glee at the sound of his master’s voice, he raced to Ian’s side. The sounds of infantry on the move certainly broke the peace of the coppice.

Our journey became hampered by the dense forest we traveled through. It was thick with trees, bushes, and bramble impeding the progress of the Continental Army as they marched toward Monmouth. Once there we were to muster with General George Washington and the other battalions.

Commanding this regiment is the newly ordained General James Fraser, my husband to whom I serve as company surgeon. I do admit it was quite a shock to first see him dressed in the full military regalia of a Continental Officer. I began to tremble becoming a quivering mess when I first took him in wearing an officer’s dark blue and buff.

“Why does it always have to be you? Haven’t you, haven’t we given enough? Isn't it time for you to put down your sword and pistol?” I shuddered as I recalled the failed attempt by Charles Stewart to regain the Scottish crown which resulted in our twenty-year separation. The skirmish at Alamance that resulted in Murtagh’s death and the hanging of our son-in-law Roger which almost cost his life. The battle of Saratoga where I amputated one of Jamie’s fingers. Now, we were being pulled into another conflict. Was it too much to want to return to our simple life on the Ridge I wondered? But Jamie, my Jamie, is a highlander born and bred. A decent man, with strong principles and morals. He is a man of honor and that is not a small thing to be. I watched him as he sat at the head of the column, sitting straight and tall in his saddle like the true highland warrior he is. The breadth of his powerful back and shoulders would leave no doubt in anyone’s mind that he was born to lead, to command, to this moment in history. And command he would, braving the responsibility of leading his battalion to fight against the oppression of the British king.

Jamie knew the meaning of suffering, cruelty, and loss at the hands of the English. The loss of his home, his country, his own personal freedom came at their hands. And the loss of his family. He had quite the history with the Redcoats. Arrested for obstruction, escaping, then being recaptured. He ran afoul of a sadistic dragoon captain who had him flogged most cruelly one hundred lashes upon one hundred lashes. He escaped again and lived as an outlaw on the run instead of facing the gallows for a murder he did not commit.

Then there was Culloden. Where he, or should I say we lost everything. I was pregnant with our second child; our first child, a daughter, was stillborn. On the eve of battle, Jamie forced me to return to my own time for the safety of myself and our child. Jamie believed it would be his destiny to die in battle. Instead, he lived. Again he went into hiding for seven years living in a cave in Lallybroch. The Redcoats continued to harass his family, stealing what they wanted from the estate. They arrested Ian, Jamie’s brother-in-law as the Redcoats believed he knew of Jamie’s whereabouts. And there was the Highland Clearances which destroyed homes, Scottish culture, language, and their way of life.

Jamie was not driven to this war because of a need for revenge because of his losses, but rather he felt he was honor-bound as a father to take up his sword to protect those he loved. Even if those he loved lived centuries after him.

“Ye said that this was meant tae be Brianna’s home, her country, aye? Then I must do what I can for our daughter and her bairns. ‘Tis my duty as sire and grandsire to see that they will live free, Sassenach.”

And he would do what he must for Brianna, Jem, wee Mandy, and Roger. No matter the cost to himself.

My mind completely focused on Jamie and our immediate future prevented me from noticing a tall man thin as a rail standing in the middle of the road blocking our progress. Immediately, Jamie’s second in command rode up next to his commander.

The man did not budge an inch. He was rather rough looking. Wearing a knitted cap on his head, his long greasy hair protruded out. A grizzled beard covered his face. His clothes were quite worn having been patched many times. He wore no shoes. In all, he looked quite primitive.

Suddenly, he moved with a decided determination; a man on a mission. The man strode up to Jamie assuming correctly that he was the man in charge.

A strong downward breeze announced his presence. Most likely the man had not bathed in months if not years. The odor was enough to make your eyes water.

The old man came forward eyeing Jamie like an entomologist studying a new species of bug. Relaxing he gave a tug on his cap and briefly bobbed his head.

“Ye in charge here?” the old coot demanded.

‘Aye, I am. General James Fraser at yer service sir. Might I enquire to whom I am speaking?”

“Mortimer Hepplewhite the owner of this here land yer trespassing on. And I want tae know when ye will be gone.”

“Mr. Hepplewhite, we shall be off yer land as soon as may be. We need to travel off the main road for now as there have been sightings of English troops nearby.”

“Well, all yer clanging and stomping about is disturbing the peace of me home.”

Jamie turned around to look at the property. It had not been cleared for planting nor were there any animals grazing. All that stood in the distance was a ramshackle cabin with a lopsided chimney discharging an inordinate amount of smoke.

“I dinna see any crops, or animals grazing, or people that we might be disturbing, sir.”

“Not disturbing he says! Why I’ll have ye know me Arabella is in a right fit. She doesn’t care much for strangers.”

The recluse, a long-limb man, raised a heretofore unnoticed ball of fur and thrust it under Jamie’s nose. He focused on it intently causing his eyes to almost cross. It hissed, spit, and yowled with great ferocity.

It seemed that Arabella was a cantankerous cat. And was as ill-kempt as its master with matted fur and bald in spots. One fang hung outside its mouth and on closer inspection seemed to be missing an eye.

Mortimer drew the beast close to his chest whispering sweet words of comfort while tenderly stroking its scraggly fur. The cat settled in his arms and even began to purr.

Jamie called to his Lieutenant and leaned over to whisper in his ear. He nodded and rode off to follow his orders.

I sat on my horse watching this spectacle play out. Without warning, I felt the sudden loss of my cat and worried about his well-being. Adso was part house cat and part feral cat. However, he was my cat. He loved to jump onto my lap to snuggle and drift off to sleep. Or lie on the windowsill basking in a sunbeam tail swishing like a metronome. He did wreak havoc in my surgery at times but he was mine, a gift from Jamie. Adso was just as much a part of the family as any of us. So why couldn’t Arabella be this lonely man’s family? Family is whoever you say they are.

The Lieutenant promptly returned carrying a bundle which he handed to Jamie.

Jamie slid down from his horse and approached the gentleman.

“On behalf of the Continental Army, I would like tae offer ye recompense for disturbing yer peace. Please accept this small token from myself and General Washington. And for the lovely Miss Arabella, I make a gift of this fish just caught this morning.”

Jamie removed his hat and bowed to the man.

Mortimer truly wasn’t sure of what to make of this but graciously accepted the parcel. He removed his cap revealing a head of matted hair and returned the bow. He replaced his cap, straightened his shoulders, held his head high as he strolled back to his home, a rich man. A man made richer not for what he received but for the respect given him.

Later that night as I lay in Jamie’s embrace I asked him what prompted his actions on the road.

“Do ye ken the conversation we had in the gardens in Philadelphia? The one about what happened between ye and his lordship?”

Did I remember, he wanted to know? How could I forget?

“Of course I remember, you said that you would mention it from time to time. Am I to take it that this will be one of those times?”

“Aye, ‘tis. But not what yer thinking about,” he said with a sidelong look. “I’m speaking of how John’s friendship healed us during times of great need. Mine at Ardsmuir, Hellwater, and Jamaica. Yer’s when ye thought I died.” The topic of my hasty marriage to John (for strictly political reasons) was still a sore point to him. He understood it, but didn’t and wouldn’t like it.

Jamie let out a sigh trying to collect himself before continuing, “Mortimer was naught but a poor lonely old man, Sassenach. And I did not do much for him. I gave him a wee bit of flour, lard, dried meat, apples, and some parritch.” Jamie stopped to think for a moment, “Oh, a razor, a lump of soap, and a fish for his mangy cat.”

“Are you saying that you did this because of the kindnesses John showed us?”

“Exactly so, mo ghràdh . I felt..it just felt like the right thing tae do.”

I raised my face to look at him, “There’s a term for that and it's called paying it forward .”

He looked quizzically at me trying to understand what I meant.

“What that means is when someone does something kind or helpful for you, you return that kindness to a different person instead of repaying the person who originally helped you. Did you know that the man who started this idea is alive now?”

“Och, aye? Who is he Sassenach?”

“Benjamin Franklin. I think you would like him. He was a founding Father, freemason, inventor, scientist, and a printer.”

His eyebrows lifted at the mention of Franklin being a printer and a freemason. “I should like to meet this man one day. “

Jamie grew quiet as he attempted to digest this information. “Paying it forward,” he rolled the words around in his mouth tasting them. “Aye, that’s it. Just so, I was paying it forward.”

“Jamie, I think what you did was far greater than repaying a kindness. I think you gave him something more than he ever expected. You gave him respect and a way to restore his dignity.”

He leaned over and kissed me, “Aye, Sassenach, respect is something every man or woman deserves.” Jamie stopped to think for a moment, “No man wants to go about stinking if he can help it.” I knew he was thinking of his time hiding in the cave and as a prisoner at Ardsmuir. “There were days I thought I would never get the stink off my body, dirt from under my nails, or be rid of the lice. ‘Twas a small thing but it may make a big difference to him. Maybe it will help to restore his self-regard.”

The following day we resumed our journey. Once again a man stood in the road again blocking our path. There was something vaguely familiar about him. It was Mortimer, now clean-shaven, clothes washed having removed several layers of filth, and much less fragrant. He carried a pack strapped to his back probably containing all his worldly possessions. Strangely he carried a beautiful and well-maintained musket in his hand.

He approached Jamie, removed his cap, and bowed deeply.

“Yer Excellency, I have decided tae travel with ye fer a while. If ye dinna mind.”

“Yer presence is welcome, Mr. Hepplewhite. Find yerself a place among the men. This evening please come by tae see my wife. She is the physician of our troop. She will see tae yer physicking needs should ye have any.”

“I thank ye, sir.” Mortimer replaced his cap, lowered his head, and took a position among the rank-and-file.

Jamie smiled, a pleased look playing across his face. His arm raised and he waved us forward.

As the men resumed their march, a wee black puff ball of fur stuck its head out of Mortimer’s bag evidently Arabella had a wash-up too.

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Thig an seo cù - Come here dog.

If anyone wants to know, Jamie’s white stallion’s name was Samson. And he sneezed violently when he sniffed Mortimer.

A little bit of history here. Benjamin Franklin lent Benjamin Webb a sum of money to start a business. He told Webb that when his business was successful and he had paid all his debts, he should likewise help someone else like Franklin helped him. In return, that gentleman would have to assist someone else like Webb helped him. Franklin hoped this would continue until some knave would stop its progress. The idea of paying it forward was born.

We can all thank @scubalass for telling me about Ben Franklin and Paying It Forward. She is truly an amazing person and a fount of information and wisdom. I think that this added so much to the story and found it quite interesting.

Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it.

It is also on AO3 where I am LadyJane518: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28907349

#paying it forward #moby #jamie and claire #Mortimer Hepplewhite #revolutionary war #arabella the cat #ol fanfic #My writing #Here Goes Nothing #good to flex the writing muscles

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damnusillygoose · 4 years ago

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Jerza fanfiction

disclaimer: these characters belong to hiro sensei

title: Somebody is jealous

summary: will erza be able to maintain her calm when her beau starts getting a lot of female attention?

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13786166/1/somebody-is-jealous

Erza was a jealous woman.

She wasn't insecure in her relationship with Jellal by any means, not that she had to vie for his attention. He gave it to her willingly. He made her feel loved, so much that she was practically brimming with it. He showed her his affection not only through words but also through his actions.

But that didn't mean she couldn't get jealous.

Jellal's popularity proliferated after he settled in magnolia and started indulging himself with voluntary service. Crime sorciere might be officially disbanded but the former members having spent ample amount of time with each other wanted to continue working together and take missions. They also diverted their funds to start an orphanage for abandoned children.

Their pious efforts were recognized and soon they started receiving all sorts of grants from public and from private companies in the form of corporate social responsibility. As the grand master of crime sorciere, Jellal was often called upon by organizations for collaborations and for interviews to further elaborate upon the work done by his guild.

Erza couldn't be happier for him but the limelight he received also turned out to be slightly infernal for her. Jellal became instantly well-known and even topped the charts of 'The Most Handsome Man Alive', dethroning Hibiki Lates who took pride upon himself for holding this position for 3 years plus.

She lost the counts of love letters that Jellal started receiving from his female following. Whenever they would go out to spend time with each other, there would always be eyes hawking him or pestering him for autographs. Erza really wanted to maintain her demeanor as a good girlfriend who doesn't get jealous when her partner gets excessive attention from the opposite gender but there had to be a limit right?

However, Erza was grateful for a fact that there was never a reciprocation from his end. Jellal never returned their efforts. He never bothered.

He was staunch in his belief and was firmly loyal to her.

The realization made her feel extremely loved.

'Stop brooding Erza, you look hideous.' Mirajane snapped Erza out of her murderous intent as she reached across the table enamored with mahogany wood to collect empty glasses.

'Mira! that reporter bitch is all over him again! Can I murder her?! '

'Calm down Erza. She is here for her job after all.'

'Her job is to interview and ask him substantial questions! Not throw herself all over him! He is clearly uncomfortable with her vexing advances. Is she blind or what?!' she roared as her fist slammed against the table top nearly knocking off the glasses in the tray.

Her abrupt yet fierce declaration was enough to scare Natsu and Gray who were once again at each other's throats. She was seething with anger and gritted her teeth with helplessness. She wanted to jump in and slap the day lights out of that abhorrent creature but she wouldn't dare disturb Jellal's interview. Fairy tail has a reputation to maintain anyways. Not that they had a respectable reputation to begin with but she wouldn't embarrass her guild any further.

Erza witnessed as that female reporter proceeded to smirk smugly at her paramour and leaned forward on the pretext of not being able to hear his answer owing to uproarious energy of the guild.

Jellal leaned back as his company continued to disrespect his personal space relentlessly.

'Mr. Fernandez, I think it's equally disturbing to interview you here. How about we move to my private chamber? No one would interrupt us there and we can take all the time we want', the female reporter purred and twisted her lips in a vicious smirk, touching the top of his hand.

'No, thank you. I can't afford that. My girlfriend is waiting for me. Let's wrap this up quickly', Jellal repudiated, pulling his hand aside, rejecting her advances in a disapproving grunt.

That's it! Erza stood up from her seat as she saw that wretched bitch lean towards him, churning with incorrigible wrath. Her emotional turmoil had successfully won over her and she was ready to slice that bitch into pieces. But before she could do anything, she saw her beau lightly bow his head towards his female companion displaying the dismissal of their conversation.

She inhaled a breath of relief as he walked towards her and took a seat beside her. His eyes looked genuinely tired and he rubbed his temples in exasperation.

Her anger melted into concern.

'Are you okay, Jellal? Was she pestering you a lot?' she asked empathetically.

'Yes, I am fine. I am glad it's over', he took her hand in his and entwined them firmly.

He gave her a worn-out smile as he requested Mira to bring him a drink.

'that bitch.' Erza cursed as she weaved her free arm to loop around his bicep. She rested her head against his shoulder and let out a sigh.

'I am fine, Erza. Seriously, Let's eat something and then we can head back home'

'I know you are saying this to put me at ease but we aren't heading back home Jellal. That bitch's presence will not ruin the party for us. We will enjoy till the very end'

Just when they thought the trouble was over, that female reporter strode unapologetically into their love nest.

'I am sorry to barge into your conversation but is it okay if I sit here? I am not familiar with anyone here and I only know Mr. Fernandez so...?'

Jellal clicked his tongue in annoyance and looked at Erza to check her reaction only to find her extremely calm and collected. However, He knew that her exterior appearance was a façade. She was probably singeing internally hotter than any inferno.

'sure', Erza replied in her imperturbable composure, her wrath at the brim of her limit, ready to walk over the barbwire at any moment.

Lucy and Cana marveled at the guts of this prying female as they witnessed this scene from the next table.

'So, how long you two been together?'

'I didn't know there was another interview?', Erza eyed her as she retorted sharply.

'nah, I am just curious about you two. You are a well-known couple in magnolia after all. Everyone looks up to you guys for couple goals.'

'About six months', Erza replied unsure whether this person was genuinely intrigued or mocking them half-heartedly.

'Ah. From what I have heard this is the first ever relationship for both of you, right? Six months isn't even a long time to know your partner intimately. People break up over minute scuffles all the time. Anyways, Mr. Fernandes, a handsome man like yourself must find himself flocked with female attention all the time, no? I don't think you should settle yourself in a relationship this early- '

This fucking bitch is going to breath her last breathe today! there is no way I am letting her out alive! Erza bellowed internally. How dare she insult her relationship like this?! This jerk continued to spew bullshit even when she was kind enough to overlook her advances towards Jellal earlier! How dare she-

'Ms. Erina, we don't recall asking for your unsolicited advice on our relationship. This is our private matter and we do not appreciate third party interferences. Your job was to interview me on professional basis and I can very well report back to your organization regarding your unethical behaviour. This can cost you your career and you know that', Jellal shot her down with his sharp retort. He took hold of Erza's hand in his, underneath the table, in a reassuring manner.

'but I was just kidding around- '

'We don't appreciate this degraded sense of humor. It was disrespectful and you were clearly trying to jeopardize my relationship', Jellal, when triggered, had no mercy for people who undermined his relationship with Erza.

'You've crossed the limits of my personal space and I ask you to leave'

His refute left Erina stunned. She had successfully seduced countless men in their so-called committed relationships but Jellal Fernandez was one such man she was unable to surmount no matter how many cheap tricks she pulled. Admitting her inevitable defeat, she stood up in shame, trembling with anger for he insulted her blatantly, dragged her feet across the guild hall, colliding with Kinana on her way, almost knocking off the drinks in her tray ,had Erik not intervened preventing her fall. He let out a muffled snare at the vile woman who passed by him. .

Jellal finally let out an audible sigh and looked at Erza.

'sorry, my love. You had to witness this', Jellal whispered anxiously. He moved his hand to fondle her inner thigh intimately in way he knew would calm her trembling down.

Erza had a wide smile that adorned her lips. She wasn't angry now. In fact, she was extremely satisfied the way Jellal shot her down. The respect and adoration he held for her was oozing out of every word he spoke. She loved him so much. Her ears felt warm as she snuggled into his shoulder.

'thank you Jellal. I am fine. I am not bothered by her ignorant remarks. She has no clue about what we both went through to stand where we are today and frankly I don't care', Erza stated, referring to their past history.

'if it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me as well', Jellal smiled as he leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss and then traced his soft lips against her jawline, giving her a peck on her cheeks.

Laxus looked at his buddy from the second floor, impressed, for he handled the situation very maturely.

'sheesh, that's a slick move Fernandes'

A/N: Thank you for reading. Please review if you liked it. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

#fairy tail #fairy tail 100 yq #jerza #jerza fanfiction #jellal fernandez #jellal x erza #jellal and erza #erza scarlet #Erza Titania

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kannra21 · 5 years ago

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Daisuzu after ep11 💴💗

OK we have Hoshiharu as well surprise surprise! @innovativestruggles this is your request of Suzue inviding Daisuke's bed at night so here ya go~ *there's a moment you'll think it'd turn into something explicit but in reality it's not so enjoy!*

That night Daisuke went to bed earlier after completing his business commitments, he was tired and reluctant of doing any other sorts of activities. He changed into his gray pajamas, brushed his teeth and tucked himself under the sheets, the same sheets Suzue brought him under a couple of days ago and he smiled a little. Now that he remembered it, it reminded him of the embarrassment he needed to undergo in order to avoid HEUSC's curiosity of trying to collect data on the things they were discussing during their stay at the mansion.

At least he was glad that everything was over; Kikuko was arrested, the AL was handed to MCPTF and everyone threw a big party to celebrate another marvelous win in the name of justice. Daisuke stayed just for a little bit because Kato and Hoshino got so drunk that they tied ties around their heads, climbed on the table and started singing incomprehensibly and although it looked funny, it wasn't for a person like him, the millionaire detective who got used to high-end types of gatherings. Besides, he couldn't allow himself to pass out in front of so many people, Kato was an exception though and it stayed at that.

When he arrived home, it was the first time that Suzue saw him after everything they've been going through. She stood at the entrance expectantly but refused to move any further because, although she felt enormous happiness upon seeing him coming back safe, she wanted to respect his boundaries and not to let her feelings get to her. Nonetheless, she couldn't completely deny them and that was prominent when the tears she was holding in for so long started falling down her face. Daisuke approached her with a bottle of Dom Perignon Champagne from 1973 and hugged her as if his life depended on it. The guilt of worrying her so much during their fight at the ship made him realize just how much Suzue meant to him and he wanted to let her know.

They drank the champagne in elegant thin glasses while the fireplace radiated with beautiful autumn-like atmosphere inside of their royal mansion. They talked and Suzue couldn't keep her hand away from his which Daisuke didn't mind. In fact, it made him calm and he felt a certain warmth filling his heart. He finally felt free after a long time; his days weren't boring and hollow anymore, his mother's murder has finally been solved and he made sure to check on his old man once a week. The doctors told him to give him some time for recovery since his memory was still damaged from the way Kikuko locked him out. Daisuke listened to their instructions and hoped for the best, everything he wanted was talk to his father the way he always used to.

Seeing Suzue's concerned expression made him sympathize and he invited her to sit with him on the sofa. Suzue blushed on the suggestion but she got up and sat down on his lap, with her legs crossed to his right. He placed one hand on her back while the other held her hand on her lap. Suzue leaned against his chest and Daisuke watched her eyes from below. She was beautiful like this and he snuggled his head into her right shoulder.

"He's going to be alright, I have a good feeling about this." Daisuke reassured.

"I can't believe that Mrs. Kikuko held him like this for 19 years. The sole thought of us sharing the same space during your absence sent chills down my spine."

"I know but now she's in a place where she belongs and you're safe. Please stop worrying, you've been doing this all day long."

He kissed her shoulder and she leaned her head on his.

"I know but it's hard to believe after everything we've been going through. She was so nice and I trusted her."

"Yes but she never really loved us. Everything she ever did was taking care of her own interests, money and adollium. And it meant so much more to her than my mother’s life or my father's well-being. This entire family was suffering because of her and her obsession with materialism clouded her mind."

...

"But that's why I have you and from now on there will never be a day where my motivations won't be aimed at anything else but our own happiness."

Suzue kissed him and this was actually the first time they ever shared a moment like this. Their lips parted and they looked at each other with big surprised eyes. Suzue started apologizing and getting up from her position but Daisuke pulled her back and kissed her more passionately. Suzue couldn't believe that he truly returned her feelings. After so many dangers and so many missions, he decided to show affection on the most carefree of events. He wasn't drunk, but she truly couldn't tell since his face was just as flush as when he used to exaggerate with his drink or two and she laughed a little. The blush was a nice contrast to his deep blue eyes and she leaned closer to capture his lips again but then he turned her around on her back and now she was laying on the sofa while he was hovering above her. He started to remove his waistcoat but then Suzue interrupted

"Don't you love this sofa? You're always talking about it as if it's one of your favorite items in the house."

Daisuke laughed under his breath, way to ruin the moment.

"I can buy a new sofa but I can't buy you. You are irreplaceable, my dear. Is that a satisfying enough reason for you?"

"Hm yes I think you're ri-" Daisuke caught her lips once again and continued leaving trails down her neck and collar bone.

Suzue removed his black striped tie, he unbuttoned her taupe-colored coat and the moment the situation started to heat up, Daisuke's phone ringed and he picked it up annoyingly.

On the other line was Kato who was talking somewhat slurishly "Kambe.. bout our movin' to England.. I just remembered bout the visas.. and travel insurance. I need to check everythin' before the final term.. so tell me when do you plan on leavin'. I be wantin' to do everything on time."

"You're planning on doing this drunk?"

"I'm not DRUNK Kambe.. I can still stand!"

"Congratulations on being one with the mankind, Kato-keibu."

Hoshino answered from the other side "Kambe-san! Please take care of sempai.. And don't let him go too far. You know how he can be."

"What does that even mean Hoshi?!" Haru sounded offended.

"Nothing.. besides the fact that you're reckless af.. which is hot."

"Reallyyyyyy~" Haru teased him and rustling could be heard through the phone.

"Guys can you leave the snogging for another time? I have something important to do."

"W-w-who is snogging?!" Hoshino sounded flustered.

"Who are you doing? Suzue-san?" Haru teased.

"It's really none of yo-"

"Ah-ah, don't try to deny it Kambe. I saw you two comin' from your room.. looking like a MESS!"

"Wait really?! Hoshino exclaimed surprised."

"Yup."

"I thought the two were related.. they looked similar tho."

"We're getting this all the time, it's for Suzue's decoy." Daisuke said.

"Oooooooo!" the guys replied in unison and Daisuke massaged his temples. Why was he even talking to the two drunks?

"Anyways, Kato, you have a week before departure and in the meantime you'll be able to organize everything. If there's a problem with time management you can contact me and I'll pay for the insurance if needed."

"Thanks Kambe! In moments like this I completely forget what of an asshole you can be. Say hi to Suzue for me."

Daisuke ended the call and sighed in defeat. He turned around expecting Suzue on the sofa but she wasn't there, great.

She came from the kitchen carrying two cups of Twinings Pure Camomile Tea and handed him the cup.

"It's been a long day and I thought you might need something for the relaxation."

"I'm sorry for this."

Suzue pecked his lips and stroked the back of his neck "You know that I love you all the same, no matter what happens."

Daisuke leaned and pressed their foreheads together "I'm going to miss you so much."

"Why?" Suzue was confused.

"You need to relax too, you deserve it. What do you say about a nice little vacation while I'm fighting crimes in the UK?"

"In this case I want to be in England for the vacation. What if something happens and I won't be able to help?" Suzue pouted and Daisuke smiled softly, she was so cute.

"That's the point of the vacation dear, you're supposed to enjoy yourself more. I'll be fine," Daisuke touched his earing device "HEUSC, give me the most luxurious destination to spend holidays in."

"However you say."

"Are you sure about this? You won't mind?" Suzue asked concerned.

"Of course. Besides, you never really got the chance to relax since you were too preoccupied with my mother's case."

"Place of your interest: Bora Bora, French Polynesia." HEUSC replied.

"Here, I'll book you the rest and everything you have to do is take the stuff you'll need. Don't forget the sunscreen, the sun is really strong out there."

Suzue looked sheepishly at her fingers fiddling "Thank you, I don't want to come across as ungrateful but I'd really appreciate if you joined me one day. That is, if you ever find the time."

"It's going to be difficult since the crime rate is getting higher because of the adollium smuggle. It's another challenge for all of us, but we will overcome that as well."

He took her hands in his "So yes, I'll join you for a day or more."

"Good enough for me." Suzue smiled and hugged him and he returned with the same warmth and comfort. They stayed like this for some time while Suzue held her head on his shoulder. It was a feeling she never wanted to forget.

And that's how it came about. They entered their own rooms, did their nightly routine and went to bed. And as much as he tried, Daisuke couldn't fall asleep because of all the things that went through his head. The world will be a more dangerous place from now on and adollium will be one of the key milestones in preserving the well-being of all people. Maybe the grandma was right, maybe the world wasn't mature enough for this kind of responsibility. Perhaps Kato helped him in bringing one of the most important decisions in his life, but then what? How can he proceed? What should he do? Was there a reason for him to be worried at all? He felt guilty for his family's project and troubles it brought for all of them. He could convince Suzue in his words but there was no way he could convince himself. He was hopeless.

But then he heard someone quietly entering his room and, being the only other person in the house, of course he concluded that it was Suzue. He heard her carefully inviding his bed, lying behind his back and placing her hands around him on his chest. Without a word, he took her smaller hand in his own and kissed her knuckles.

Maybe his life just became more difficult but as long as Suzue was there by his side, he could sleep without a worry in the world.

@daisuzuship @narcopharmacist @unholysoggytea @riaymei @ieatcrumbs @cow-goes-oof @matchabucks @bluegleeful @levi-is-heicho @kakooshi @kokorokai @darknessrxse @fluffyyagiza @geniusmeemee @sungmnnnn @koalarin @alstroemerie @petiamaximoff38 @hellohellokookie @marialenikiforov

#fugou keiji balance: unlimited #millionaire detective balance: unlimited #millionaire detective #fugou keiji #daisuzu #hoshiharu

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browniefox · 4 years ago

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The Spectral Turnabout 3/?

Miles gets the truth of his ‘hallucinations’ revealed to him.

oOo

“Please, Edgeworth, let me help you.” Phoenix asked once more, a little quieter this time, a little more sure of the answer he was going to get. He was already knee-deep into the case. The dl-6 incident was dusted off. Phoenix’s single-minded focus had already locked onto this case, onto this murder, onto Miles’ innocence.

The spirit that followed Miles’ had set her head on the table before him, less than an inch from touching the man’s hand, eyes flicking between Miles and Phoenix. She was sitting completely still, and Phoenix imagined if she was a living creature she’d be holding her breath.

“... yes.” Miles said, almost more of a whisper than anything. Phoenix felt the weight of the case settle on him, officially under his responsibility. The spirit tipped her head back and howled with joy, jumping and hopping around in her excitement. She slipped through the wall dividing Miles and Phoenix and ran right into Phoenix, bowling him over with her force.

“Yes yes yes! Thank you thank you! I promise you won’t regret this, I promise! He’s innocent, I was with him all night, he’s innocent and I know it so don’t you worry, you’re doing the right thing!” The spirit cheered, giving Phoenix’s face a lick that definitely felt like being licked by a dog, and he had to wonder if normal people would see the slobber on his face or not.

“Hey, yes, I am, and that’s great, but I need to talk to Edgeworth a bit more!” Phoenix did his best to gently nudge the spirit off, but she was big and heavy. Maya was over in a moment, grabbing the spirit from the back and lifting her off. The spirit made a sad noise, the wings on her head fluttering around.

“You have to get him acquitted, okay? He’s innocent!” The spirit continued to insist.

“We will!” Maya promised. This made the spirit’s wings - both the set on her head and the set on her back - flutter about even more in joy and excitement, pushing away from Maya and flying through the wall again to rest her head exactly where it had been before, nice and close to Miles.

Miles.

Who was still on the other side of the glass.

Who must’ve just seen Phoenix fall backwards for no reason, talk to nobody, and then Maya perform some impressive mime of trying to lift something heavy that didn’t exist.

Who was speechless staring at Phoenix and Maya, not blinking, maybe not breathing.

“Ah, uh, you, your response,” Phoenix desperately fished for a way to explain what had just happened.

“We’re practicing! For a show!” Maya said quickly, coming in clutch.

“Did you hear, Miles? They believe me! They’re going to save you, you’ll be okay!” The spirit said.

And then, Miles eyes darted down to the spirit, and a purple spectral energy began to come off of him.

“Edgeworth?” Phoenix said slowly, cautiously, getting back to his feet and close to the glass again. Miles’ chest was moving quicker and quicker, moving up and down in great big movement that almost looked painful. The spirit touched her nose to Miles’ hand, such a small but very deliberate gesture.

“You’re a spectral?” Maya asked, clearly as surprised as Phoenix.

Miles’ shoulders shook, a chuckle escaping from his mouth, and then he was full-on laughing. The spirit made a pained noise and began to wrap herself around the man, just like Phoenix had seen her do during court; a position that now had a different meaning knowing that Miles was aware of it, let the spirit do so. The spectral energy rolled off of him in disjointed and randomly spiking waves`

“Edgeworth…?” Maya shuffled awkwardly. Miles' laughter petered out quickly, and it sounded more like coughing, like sobbing, but he wasn’t shedding any tears. One hand was raised up and just barely not touching the spirit who was trying so hard to comfort him.

“Say it again,” Miles asked, no, he begged, “Ask me again.”

“Miles,” Phoenix let out a slow breath, “Are you a spectral?” Another dry chuckle forced its way out of Miles’ chest in a way that looked like it was against his will.

“Y… yes, yes, I think I am. At least, that’s what Pess told me.” Miles said. He rubbed his face, making an effort to get himself under control again, and with the action his spectral energy crept back inside of him, hidden once more like it had never been there. It was a subtle difference, considering with the spirit draped over him, her own spectral color a match for his, it was almost impossible to tell them apart.

“Mr. Edgeworth… are you okay?” Maya asked, brow furrowed in concern.

“There’s… I have so many questions, but now isn’t the time, is it? I finally have answers literally right in front of me, and I can’t even reach out and grab them.” Yet another humorless laugh shook him, “When this is over, however it ends… tell me about this then. For now, take this. It’s a request for you to be my attorney.”

Phoenix took it, not knowing what to say. He looked down at it, turning it over in his hands. Miles had come into the room with it in his hands, despite his insistence that he wouldn’t let Phoenix take his case. The thought made something swell in Phoenix’s chest, but the emotion was dampened by the entire exchange that had just happened.

“Miles-” Phoenix started.

And then the world shook, and anything he might’ve said was lost.

oOo

“Spectral.” Miles repeated the word to himself. He’d committed the word to memory years and years ago, from the night that Pess had told him, but he’d never said it out loud since. Now, he rolled it over his tongue, acknowledging the way it sounded when said out loud. It was a word, a real word, with a definition and everything. A noun, a term to describe somebody like him that could see spirits and ghosts.

“I did tell you.” Pess reminded him.

He was lying on the bed in his cell, Pess’s head set on his chest. The meeting with Phoenix had been… quite something. There was the feeling of failure at having been unable to keep the man away from the DL-6 incident, then being shaken completely to his core by the sharp upheaval of his reality with the fact that he wasn’t, in fact, insane or hallucinating all these years, and then the great and final note of an earthquake more literally shaking Miles. He wasn’t aware of what he’d done in the moment, but when he came back to himself Phoenix and Maya were gone and the guard - who until then had stood quietly by the door, for all the world unaware of Miles’ and Phoenix’s meeting - was kneeling over him with concern on his face and had then taken Miles back to his cell.

“Yes, you did.” Miles relented. The words were still a whisper, so deliberately quiet, and he wanted nothing more than to pet Pess and bury his face into her fur, but he wasn’t home. He only let himself acknowledge Pess when they were truly alone. Except… except she was real, she wasn’t a figment of his imagination.

That didn’t change the fact that hardly anybody could see her, and they would think he was crazy if they found him talking to air.

“When you get out of here, maybe they can tell you more about being a spectral.” Pess said, nuzzling Miles as she spoke.

“When I get out.” Miles wasn’t sure how much he believed that would be a thing. The evidence was against him. Then again, if Phoenix had demonstrated anything in his first three cases, wasn’t it that he could and would work against impossible odds?

It was a shame, he thought, that you couldn’t really put a spirit on the witness stand. Pess, as always, had been with him the whole time, and she would vouch for him before a judge given the chance.

He wasn’t crazy.

Something in him hadn’t snapped irreparably that day in the elevator.

Miles stopped as a thought occurred to him. If he wasn’t crazy, if his memory was indeed reliable… he always dreamed of that day, of the man attacking him dad, of throwing the gun and the sound of it going off.

If he wasn’t crazy, then that had really happened. And if it had really happened, then what if that bullet had been the one to hit his dad?

Miles gave in to digging a hand into Pess’s fur and she snuggled closer.

“Everything is going to be okay, Miles.” She said.

Miles wished he could believe that.

oOo

When it’s over, when it’s all over, Miles was left with a business card.

He must’ve gotten it at some point when Phoenix had practically dragged him out of the courtroom, a big goofy grin on his face, Maya cheering behind them. Pess was literally howling with joy, flying circles around the group, which grew in number with Gumshoe, who had been waiting just outside for them. Miles wasn’t entirely sure he could name the emotion he was feeling at the time, but he knew it felt good, it felt fan-fucking-tastic to see the man who’d shaped him into the demon prosecutor killed his father convicted for the act.

That was a few days ago, however.

Now, Miles was standing outside of an office, holding a business card in his hand, looking from the address printed on it to the number on the door, over and over again and making sure he had it right.

Not that there was much question whether he was in the right place or not. The words ‘Wright & Co Law Offices’ were printed in clear white letters on the door.

Miles took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Pess shifted on her feet next to him, and Miles’ head did a weird flinching thing as he was conflicted on whether to look at her or let the years and years of practice doing specifically not that guide him. In the end, he didn’t look, but he did brush his fingers against the top of her head. He raised his other hand and knocked on the door.

The door was answered by Phoenix himself. Instead of finding the man in the blue suit and pink tie he seemed to wear to every court session (Miles wondered if Phoenix even owned a second suit), Phoenix was dressed in a plain black tee shirt and baggy white pants with an indigo sash tied around his waist. There was the thinnest sheen of sweat on his brow, and he wasn’t wearing any shoes. It definitely wasn’t the attire one expected to find from someone at a law office, and Miles wasn’t sure what to say to that at first. Luckily, he didn’t have to as Phoenix spoke first.

“Oh, Edgeworth! I didn’t expect you to drop by. You should’ve called ahead.” He said, blinking away his own surprise and then smiling simply. “Well, come on in. What can I help you with?”

Miles had never been inside of Phoenix’s office, but he was fairly sure it didn’t usually look like this. The main desk, chairs, and coffee table had been shoved to the edges of the room. Maya was standing in the center of the open area, wearing an outfit nearly identical to Phoenix’s with the exception of a purple sash instead of the blue. She had her finger pointed in the shape of a gun, her spectral energy condensed at the tip of it, and she fired it at Phoenix.

Phoenix put a hand in front of him, his own indigo energy shaping into a shield. The little bullet harmless hit the shield with a little ‘pop’ sound. Maya grinned.

“Your reflexes are getting better.” She said approvingly. In response, Phoenix fired off his own little ball of a spectral energy, which Maya dodged with ease. Phoenix shook his head, but he was smiling, and turned back to Miles.

“Sorry, you wanted to talk about something.”

“Yes,” Miles let himself look down at Pess this time, who gave him an encouraging nod, “I wanted you to tell me about being a s-spectral.” He silently cursed himself. For all the times he’d whispered the word out loud to himself, saying it to another person felt strange.

“Oh!” Phoenix binked, and his spectral energy spiked.

“Really? You came at the perfect time!” Maya ran over, hands clapped together in excitement. “Nick and I are practicing right now!”

“Practicing?” Miles thought back to what he’d seen, of how Maya and Phoenix had done something with their spectral energy. He’d had no idea it was so moldable.

“Yeah! You don’t become a spectral master by just sitting around.” Maya curved her fingers like claws, and the spectral energy pooled around it into a form like two bear paws. Phoenix rolled his eyes. “You can join us if you want.”

“I-I don’t-”

“We should!” Pess looked up at him, tail wagging hopefully, “They’ll know a whole lot more about this than I do.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not hard.” Phoenix promised.

It’d be so much easier to turn around now. To just walk back out the door, and stay the way he’d been most of his life.

But the easy way didn’t necessarily mean it was the better way.

“Okay.”

#pnat #paranatural #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #maya fey #au #the spectral turnabout

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askthetoppatclan · 5 years ago

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Yeah, I did another Hunger Games Simulator, they are just a fun thing to do while I’m stuck at work, so enjoy, because this was rather short:

-Reg ambushed Galeforce and killed him, guess that was the revenge for last game

-Edna shoots an arrow into Medical Toppats head, c’mon Edna, they could have actually healed you xD

-Right tried to shoot Terrence with an arrow but killed Papageni instead, I’m not even making this up, this is the most tragic thing I ever had to read

-Charles commited suicide because he couldnt take the circumstances anyone. Well, bye from my blog then-

-Carol died from toxic berries while Reginald and Burt were talking about old times, stuff happens

-Henry tried to poison Seths drink but then accidentally drinked it and died. Thats what you get for trying to kill Seth

-The Anons killed the Oracle. She probably saw it coming.

-Sven threw a knife into Reginald’s chest, guess Right will go on another genocide

-Toppat Anon and Burt fought against Rupert and Dave, Toppat Anon and Burt survived. Seems like Dave and Rupert werent the best team

-The Anons killed Sven, probably as a revenge for Reginald’s murder

-Mod and Wasabi tell stories about each other in their shelter, which sounds about right for our friendship

-Lillia and Ellie hold hands, which is a ship I could see tbh-

-Right Hand Man hunted Wasabi down and killed her, come on Right, Terrence is still alive you know?

-Toppat Anon tried to force me to kill Clarkson or Terrence. Apparently I couldnt do it so I got killed instead. I can see why I havent drawn you in a while, hoe-

-Edna spears Mr. Macbeth in the abdomen, next stop on the paintrain is death apparently

-Toppat Anon, Right and Terrence fight but Toppat anon runs as Right kills Terrence. At least Terrence is finally dead.

-Right Hand Man kills Ellie with an explosive, I dont even wanna know how many kills he has right now

-Edna kills both the Anons and Toppat Anon, which has a weird feeling of irony for me.

-Right ambushed Lillia and killed her, Right really needs to chill for just a second-

-Burt tried to convince Edna to not kill him, she hesitated and then he killed her, thats just straight up savage man

-For some reason Right is merciful with Clarkson, even if he killed like 5 other people already

-Now Right and Clarkson snuggle, I think Right is a bit lonely after Reg got killed?

-And right after that Right falls off a tree and dies and Clarkson dies from thirst, that could have gone better

So…..Burt won!

#hunger games simulator

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 4 years ago

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Miitopia 16

* Colton: Know how to get back?

Justin: You’re funny.

* Excellent, now he can commit more rampant monster murder

* Of fucking course you are

* He may be an asshole but he’s HER asshole

* Goddammit Diana

* I’d be scared if I was on the brink of death too

* I genuinely can barely tell the difference between the eye colors

* Forgot why she got so angry

* Awww Keith is sicky :( At least now he gets a break in the villa

* Felix, proud about being responsible but terrified of being in charge of a small human

* god you are both simps

* 1) I dunno what vampire powers do to help this situation 2) I have a feeling Felix and Diana are going to argue over Harland 3) Immy looks horrifying with red eyes

* Slightly accessive but aight

* Again??

* I love how basically whenever Isabelle or Justin attacks, Paxton and Bentley respectively pop in to help. It’s like they constantly are tag teaming these fools. Both want to help the other because of their closeness.

* Justin is the only one whose gotten a good ending from sitting on a cactus

* Pfff you go girl

* Oh so that’s what it does

* They would share healing items tbh. Meanwhile an exorcist child sits in the background

* :(

* I’m sorry but it’s so cute seeing her dance, I can’t help it and you’re just going to have to deal with her smooth moves

* Be very afraid

* Mom teaching Paige how to ride

* Mom helping her aggressive son

* Colton is the type to lie when his sister makes horrible food. Like Sans and Papyrus.

* trying to send people into the void is very energy consuming

* so is almost dying

* it feels like he is closer to the bed then normal. Maybe because of their fond relationship.

* HFEUFBEIFBEIBF

* Sharing with a manipulative skank

* Felix...

* Neigh to fix the evil in that bitch

* I mean... at least they’ll fall into the water together

* Ah yes, the “I may hate him but you have no right to hurt him!”

* his hearts in the right place, even if he looks like he’s high

* “Now I can continue to electrocute this desert lizard!”

* H O N S E

* Oh lawd he angy

* You don’t just deny tea time without consequences

* he learned his lesson

* I think she’s more confused because Diana said that it “reminds me of you” and Paige is now deep in thought wondering what the fuck this means

* It was bound to happen

* “I’m sorry, the sun turned off!!”

* Paige fixing all them issues

* Aww... get in the safe hole

* Peek-a-boo!

* Again, this is what happens when I give Justin free will.

* low-key proposal

* “Wow everything’s black! This must mean something really deep and symbolic!” “fuck I forgot to take the cap off”

* Why do all the neighs happen off screen??

* The good ol “yo you look like shit, take this”

* “I trust you, but this is still excessive”

* aww horsey snuggles!

* Gosh Immy is precious

* okay but who ISN’T clingy when it comes to Keith?

* five year old tantrums all around

* Is it even a sneak attack is more then half the team does it?

* hang on there Bentley

* the only acceptable time to slap a five year old

* finally caught one on screen!

* What’s with that face Diana

* PREPARE FOR TROUBLE AND MAKE IT DOUBLE

* a little sisters love <3

* love song is honestly really important, more then I thought at first

* I knew it was inevitable for Justin to get sicky

* You don’t know how many times I had to do this fight

* I was not expecting these two to be the ones to be fighting over Felix.

* “Fine, then die”

* That’s new.

* And so the chain reaction begins

* being slapped is surprisingly effectice for fear

* “It’s okay feral Keith guy!”

* irrational children support each other

* I don’t remember why she’s doing this honestly XD

* genuine shock

* I feel this will come to life or something. I think they got a cursed amulet.

* Shiiippp gosh thats so cute

* “I feel like you’re calling me a brat but it’s shiny so I like it” “Oh I am”

* You made a terrible mistake. If Isaac were here, he would cringe from the memory of the time he too made the same fatal mistake.

* DON’T MAKE THE BABY SAD

* slap the five year old

* “Wait why would anyone try to help me??”

* You shouldn’t be surprised

* Paige is trying to be nice to her while explaining while she’s being a fucking bitch

* Please be careful not to get run over, you are like mega midget

* Something about this feels wrong

* The five year olds battle

* Just in case you fuck up

* This is a pretty accurate emotional reaction from her honestly.

* “Your boyfriend died? slap Get over it! :D”

* No I’m not sorry

* Okay you actually deserve this gift

* He’d probably really like this

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megalony · 5 years ago

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She’s a good girl- Part 4

Here is the fourth part of my murderer! Ben Hardy series, I hope you are all enjoying it so far, feedback is always appreciated.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez @jonesyaddiction @ambi-and-sunflowers @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me @peterquillzsblog @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg

Series taglist: @onceuponadetectivedemigod

Summary: (Y/n) is a good girl from a church-going family and her brother, Joe is trying to put Ben behind bars. But when (Y/n) starts to fall for the dangerous killer, things get complicated.

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Enjoy.

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(Y/n) slowly peeked her eyes open for what felt like the hundredth time this morning, tiredly looking at her surroundings that had shocked and confused her the first few times she woke up.

The alarm clock now blared nine o'clock in the morning but the first time (Y/n) awoke, it was just past five. When she awoke to see the bedside table, the chair with clothes scattered on and around it on the floor and the dark grey walls, (Y/n) could barely breathe from the panic that had swarmed through her veins. It took ten seconds for her mind to bring back her senses and remind her that the room she was in was Ben's bedroom and the arm around her waist was Ben.

That thought made her stomach flip, her heart explode in her chest and it caused her to keep waking up every so often like she was checking this wasn't some wild dream. (Y/n) knew that if this was a dream, she would never want it to end. With that thought in mind, (Y/n) buried her face down into the very soft pillow that formed around her head like a cast moulding her shape and she pulled the cover higher until it was over her shoulder and snuggling into her face.

Last night had been the first time (Y/n) had ever shared a bed with someone, even when she had sleepovers with friends growing up, they always had a bed on the floor for a friend. She didn't top and tail with anyone, the only time she ever shared a bed was sneaking into her parent's room at night when she was afraid.

The feeling of waking up with Ben wrapped around her like a second blanket was an incredible feeling that (Y/n) didn't think she was ever going to get used to. She always thought that sleeping next to someone would be annoying, that they would snore or breathe loudly or take up too much room or move in their sleep and hit her or push her to the edge of the bed. (Y/n) also didn't think she would cope well with someone who was affectionate, she didn't think she would be able to sleep with an arm wrapped around her or a face buried in her neck or a leg resting between hers and pinning her down to the bed. But (Y/n) loved it.

She loved the feeling of being wrapped up in Ben like he was protecting her even in his sleep.

(Y/n) could feel Ben's leg resting between both of hers, he had his arm wrapped around her waist and his head laid close to hers on the pillow with his head just a little higher up so he was almost breathing into her hair. They were both laid on their sides and Ben's chest was pressed up to (Y/n)'s back, his heat radiating off of him and onto her keeping her warm.

A sigh of content passed through (Y/n)'s lips as she wished she could freeze time and stay where she was and make the moment last forever. This was the first time she had woken up with anybody in the morning and she wanted to keep this content, peaceful memory forever. Without thinking, (Y/n) straightened her back out before wriggling a little further down the bed to burrow into the covers more. But her body froze and her breath hitched in her throat when Ben's hand pressed firmly and flatly against her stomach, holding her still against his chest.

"Careful what you're doing with that ass, doll." Ben's voice was groggy from sleep and (Y/n) could feel his breath in her hair.

A blush crept up (Y/n)'s neck and rose on her cheeks when she realised what he meant and what she'd accidentally done, she didn't realise she'd brushed back against him when she moved.

(Y/n) tilted her head back so she could look up at Ben, smiling as she observed him trying to wake himself up. His shirt hair was stuck up and had more curls in it than usual, his eyes were barely open and his free hand was pinching the bridge of his nose, rubbing at the corners of his eyes.

Shivers ran up and down (Y/n)'s spine when she felt Ben's hand rubbing up and down her stomach, his fingers causing her nerves to spark and fly. Her eyes watched him for a little while longer, focusing on his features and the way they scrunched up or how he bit down on his lip to stop himself from yawning.

"What're you thinking about?"

(Y/n) stayed still when Ben slowly unravelled his arm from her waist and turned until he could lay on his back, sitting up against the pillows. His other arm beckoned for (Y/n) to turn over so he could look at her properly and talk to her. With a shy smile, (Y/n) turned and laid on her front before itching closer to Ben and moving so her arms and chin were resting on his chest, allowing her to look up at him. His arm found its place around her lower back and the way his eyes watched her intently made (Y/n)'s stomach flip. It was like any other thought died down and to Ben, she was the most important thing.

No one had ever looked at (Y/n) quite like that before.

"Nothing..." (Y/n) shook her head with a small smile, trying to shake the thoughts out of her head but it didn't quite work like that. She could see Ben narrowing his eyes a little at her and his head ticked to the side showing he didn't believe her.

"Come on, what's going through that head of yours?" When Ben's hand very gently brushed some of her wild hair behind her ear and his finger brushed against her cheek, (Y/n) was so sure she would have melted into a puddle right then and there. Somehow, (Y/n) knew that anything she said to Ben would be taken seriously and understood and listened to with intent, but that didn't make it any easier to talk about certain things that played on her mind. She felt stupid or childish or weird when she thought them, let alone spoke out about them.

But with Ben it was different, anything she had ever said to him so far he didn't make fun of or laugh at cruelly.

Not like Joe had sometimes done when she said about things she wanted to do with her life or when she talked to her mother who had her whole life practically planned out to the T for her. Even her father was still counting on her life revolving around the church like it was the only thing (Y/n) should focus on or was good for. Not to mention Cora who wasn't that much of a supportive sister, she was more of a nagging voice in the back of (Y/n)'s head telling her she couldn't or shouldn't do something or that she looked child-like or stupid. Ben wasn't like that.

"Just... I don't know... my parent's are strict, you know? Not just in rules, they have morals that they want me to follow." (Y/n) brushed at her eyes, wishing that Ben could understand anything she was trying to tell him without her actually having to say it. She would feel much less embarrassed that way.

"Have you broken a moral or something?" Ben's smile wasn't crude or joking or like he was making fun of her, it was a tentative smile that was trying to understand that she was thinking and talking about.

(Y/n) nodded before closing her eyes and pressing her face into his chest like she was trying to disappear. Her arms wrapped around Ben's waist and she could feel his fingers slowly dragging through her hair which was rather comforting until he suddenly stopped. He seemed to freeze under her which caused (Y/n) to look up at him when a soft 'oh' passed through his lips.

"You broke the sex before marriage moral, didn't you, doll?"

The moment those words passed through Ben's lips (Y/n) pressed her face back into his chest, really trying to disappear this time. She didn't want to actually say it or have him really think it through, it was so embarrassing.

(Y/n) had grown up with rules both about home life and religious life but her parents had morals that were moulded from their beliefs and their faith and how they wanted to bring up their children. Sex before marriage wasn't something that (Y/n)'s faith contradicted like it would have done if she were fifty or a hundred years in the past. It wasn't something that many people lived by and it wasn't a strict rule for her faith. But it was a moral.

Her parents deemed that it wasn't a good thing to have sex before marriage, they were rather old-fashioned in that sense and (Y/n) had grown up with that moral. She didn't necessarily believe it but she knew about it and sometimes she did think that it might not be a good thing. The thought of sex always made (Y/n) cringe or go quiet when she was younger but as she grew older the moral didn't really make sense.

That didn't mean that (Y/n) liked breaking it.

She had sex for the first time last night and it wasn't what she thought it would be in the sense that it exceeded her expectations. She didn't feel like she had committed a sin or had done something rash or bad, it was something everyone did, it was normal not a taboo subject. (Y/n) knew she wasn't likely to get married anytime soon meaning that moral was going to be thrown out of the window. And she knew her parents overlooked the fact that Joe had sex with just about all the girlfriends he had had since he was seventeen. But (Y/n) knew for her it would be different and she knew Cora even respected this moral herself.

"Look at me," Ben moved his hand from her hair to her chin and he very gently tilted her head until she was able to look up at him. "Was that one of your morals, or your parents?"

"Theirs."

"So breaking that moral shouldn't mean anything to you if it isn't yours, you don't have any reason to feel bad or guilty or dirty. You don't feel bad or regret last night do you?" Ben sounded like he was confirming that how (Y/n) thought and felt about it was right and wasn't wrong like her parents would suggest but he was also checking that she wasn't unhappy about last night.

He would hate to think that he pushed her in any way to break a moral she actually did want to follow and live by, he would feel awful if that was the case.

"No! No, I wanted to have sex... I just... when I'm with you I can see who I want to be, and then I see what I'm trying so hard to be when I'm around my family. It's like I feel grown up around you, I drink and I stay out and go to work and now I've had sex and I love all of that... but at home I'm a little girl again.”

(Y/n) didn't realise she was crying until Ben wiped away a few stray tears from her cheeks with a sad expression. It made him so angry to see how her parents were making her conflicted and question herself. Ben knew that (Y/n) should be free do do what she wants and grow into the person she wanted to be but she was forced to be two different people and that wasn't fair. She was a grown up around him, she was the person she wanted to be when she was around Ben. But at home she was a little girl, she was a fourteen year old girl at most who was told what to do and when to do it and always told she was a good little girl.

(Y/n) wanted to be a grown up like she should be, she wanted to be referred to as a woman or an independent girl at the least. She wanted to go out drinking with friends and not be told off for it, she wanted to go out to work and tell everyone exactly where she worked and not feel ashamed or stupid. She wanted to have sex with Ben and not have to pretend she was still a virgin or lie or say nothing about it.

This was her life and she should be shaping it the way she wanted, not letting her parents mould her into their perfect child. The point of being a parent was the bring your child up with beliefs and morals and a structure in life but you couldn't make their personality or change them or mould them the way you want them to be. Influencing them slightly was part of being a parent but forcing them in any direction wasn't right.

"Oh baby... your folks know you're working now, you won't be home all the time and you can stay here whenever you like. You'll be nineteen soon, won't you? You don't have to stay at home forever you know."

Ben smoothed his hands over (Y/n)'s cheeks, wiping away the last few tears she shed before he kissed her temple longingly. (Y/n) had a job now, her parents must understand she wouldn't be at home all the time anymore and if she stayed out tonight, (Y/n) might get the courage to stay out on many more occasions which meant she had more time to be herself and discover who she was. Ben also knew that since she would be nineteen in a couple of weeks, it could make her feel more able to move out. She was already eighteen, she could leave home whenever she wanted or whenever she felt stable enough to do so.

(Y/n) mulled over Ben's words for a while before a squeak suddenly left her lips when Ben's arms slipped around her waist and quickly flipped her so she was laying on her back and he was laying over her between her legs.

A smile formed on Ben's lips when he kissed her jaw and noticed she was staring at him with wide eyes like saucers and she was holding her breath deep in her lungs. It was like she didn't know what to expect or what to say or do so she was letting him lead. He was going to make it his aim to change that, to make it so (Y/n) was comfortable enough to react to him or say something or just smile or card her fingers through his hair.

He knew she wasn't looking at him in a worried or uncertain way, she would tell him to get off if she wanted but she just didn't know what to do with herself because this had never happened to her before.

When he kissed her collarbone he couldn't help but laugh when he felt her finally take in a sharp breath and her stomach pulled in. He could feel her eyes on him intently and when he very gently nipped at her skin, he felt a sense of achievement when her hand flew to his hair, not knowing what else to do with her limbs. (Y/n) felt her stomach tensing and pulling in more until it almost disappeared when she watched Ben's free hand reach up and pull on her lip that she had been absentmindedly biting to stop herself from making a noise, but Ben wanted to hear her.

"I'm not letting you leave until I make you feel better."

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"Where on Earth have you been young lady?!" (Y/n) heard her mother's rather high-pitched voice that reminded her of a bird squawking before she actually saw her mother. The moment the red wooden door closed behind her, (Y/n) could hear footsteps approaching like death marching over to her himself.

She knew she would be in trouble for staying out all night and practically all day yesterday. She 'forgot' to mention what time she would be finishing work yesterday and then with going to Ben's and staying until one o'clock when she now came home, her parents would be livid. She had been gone for more than twenty four hours without calling or texting or popping by before going back out.

(Y/n) knew she had worried them and part of her felt bad for making them worry but the bigger part of her felt good. It felt exhilarating to be able to go out and do what she wanted without having to consult her parents who would only tell her to come back home.

(Y/n) almost collided with her mother when she rounded the corner to go into the living room only to find her mother stood there with a face worse than thunder.

Her hands were on her hips, her lips were pursed and her eyes were dark and narrowed. She looked like she was ready to burst and when (Y/n) peeked into the living room she saw her father sat in his usual armchair, his head turned to face the window but she could still see he didn't look pleased. His hands were clasped together in his lap in a manner that always showed he was upset and it always managed to make (Y/n) feel guilty. When (Y/n) saw Cora walking up the stairs with a snobbish but proud smile on her face, anger boiled up inside of her and she walked away from her mother.

"Don't walk away from me (Y/n), you have a lot of explaining to do." Linda's voice followed right after (Y/n) as she headed through the narrow hallway until she reached the kitchen at the end of the house.

She got herself a glass and started to pour a drink of orange juice before her mother stormed over and snatched the glass right from her hand before she managed to take a sip. The action made (Y/n)'s temper flare but she managed to swallow down her anger, she couldn't be bothered to make a scene. She'd spent her first night away from her family in what felt like a lifetime and she'd spent that time with someone she knew she was beginning to fall in love with. (Y/n) wanted to keep that lovely, giddy feeling that she came home with, she wasn't letting her mother destroy that too.

"Where have you been, hm? You said you were going to work and then you don't come home all night, we thought something had happened to you." Linda planted one of her hands down on the counter and the other hand stayed placed on her hip as she waited impatiently for an answer.

"I went to work and then I went out with a friend and stayed at their house."

"And which friend was this?"

A look of confusion took over Linda's expression when she watched (Y/n) snatch back her glass of juice before she just walked around her mother like she was a mere object in her path. This was the first time that (Y/n) hadn't backed down and apologised for what she had done and she didn't look sorry or say sorry and she wasn't giving in. She never walked away from her parents when they were talking or arguing and she never took the high ground or seemed superior like this and she loved it.

(Y/n) loved taking control even if it did make her feel somewhat uncertain. She had done nothing wrong and had nothing to apologise for, she wasn't letting them put her down for this.

"What has gotten into you? Where has this insolence and disobedience come from?!" Linda's voice cut through (Y/n) before a gasp left her lips when she felt her mother's hands on her arms, forcefully steering her into the living room so they could argue. "Which friend have you been out with?"

"What does that have to do with you?"

"Don't talk to your mother like that!" Paul's voice made (Y/n) tense and it took all she had not to shiver with fear or let out a shuddering breath that gave away the unease she was now feeling since he had joined the conversation. He rose to his feet and loomed over her like a bad omen that she wished to send away.

"We have a right to know where you are and that you are safe-"

"You don't ask Cora where she goes or who she's with, you don't ask Joe, you never asked him anything or demanded to know what he was doing. You didn't put a timer on Joe to go to college and when he should be home. I'm eighteen, I can go out with who I like and do what I want without having to run everything past you."

Cora had the freedom to do what she pleased and go out with who she so wanted without having to relay every aspect of her life to their parents and Joe had more freedom than either of his sisters ever possessed. (Y/n) wasn't going to back down every time anymore, she was fed up of being obedient like a lap dog, she wanted to be herself and Ben was giving her the courage to at least try and do that.

"Your sister lets us know when she will be back and where she is going and your brother was always considerate like that. We need to know you are safe, don't be so disrespectful."

"How have I been disrespectful?" (Y/n) rose her voice as she felt anger pooling in her stomach. What had she done that was disrespectful? It was more disrespectful for her parents to treat her like a baby and an angel that had to follow every rule when neither of her elder siblings had the same rules imposed onto them.

"You missed the wedding that happened today, you said you were going to set up the church but Cora had to come and help when you didn't show. You have commitments to the church and you should respect those in the very least."

"Now that's not fair. I'm a volunteer at the church at best because you push me to be there every day, I had no commitment to be there today just like Cora never goes to help out with anything other than yawning through your sermons on Sundays. I may be the Reverend's daughter but I don't want to devote my life to his church."

(Y/n) knew she had overstepped the mark but at the same time, she was trying to express how she felt. She was at the church so much because her father pushed her to help out and she couldn't say no to him. Today she had no reason to be there, he simply presumed she would help and it wasn't as if (Y/n) knew the couple getting married either. She didn't want to arrange the flowers or put the hymn numbers up or arrange any bunting or help her father get himself ready.

She may be at the church so much because of him but (Y/n) didn't share his level of devotion to the church. Her father's life was the church, God was his everything and his religion was his life, but it wasn't (Y/n)'s. Her faith did mean a lot to her but it didn't overrule anything in her life, it would never come first for her like it did for him and he couldn't expect anything like that of her.

Tears welled in (Y/n)'s eyes when she felt her father's hand lashing against her cheek causing her head to snap to the right rather violently.

He'd never hit her before.

"I didn't raise you this way, (Y/n)." Paul's expression was mixed, he clearly regretted hitting her like that but he felt like it had been the only thing he could do.

"You didn't raise me, you controlled me." (Y/n)'s voice was just as broken as her father's but when he didn't answer, she figured he understood, even if it was only a partial understanding on his part. She was pushed into the church and her faith was increased and then broken so many times because of the way her parents controlled her every move and decision. If she had more free will growing up, maybe her faith would have been as strong as his. But it wasn't.

She didn't want to be at home, she wanted to be with Ben.

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