#but yeah i have to remember not to walk straight ahead when i went outside the palace

[babyblueetbaemonster]

The City of Sentinel is a free city. Like no fence in sight kind of free.

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Joel continues an affair with his innocent neighbor, having a quickie in her backyard while her husband is home.]

PART TWO

“You don’t worry about him when I’m fucking you, ya hear me?”

That night after Joel left, your husband didn’t get home until nearly dawn. You faked being asleep with your back to him hearing him walk inside and go straight to the shower.

You couldn’t sleep that night but for the first time it wasn’t because of your husbands absence …but more so….Joel’s absence. It was hard to stop thinking about him…thinking about what you had just done but you knew it could never happen again.

The next morning you made breakfast silently, your husband not having much to say to you as usual so it was easy to avoid him. A quick peck on the cheek before giving you an excuse of how it will be so hard for him to call you on break, his voice fading in the background…before you even realized it, he had left.

The trash from the night before still sitting by the front door, you sighed cursing at yourself before taking it out yourself.

“Can’t count on him for a damn thing” you muttered to yourself as you lifted the top of the bin not realizing Joel was outside next door. Once you closed the bin that’s when you were caught off guard by the image of him before you. He didn’t say a word, barely getting a chance to as you quickly looked away rushing back inside. Joel watched as the door slammed shut before hearing Sarah come out behind him.

“Dad, you ready?” He cleared his throat turning away from your direction.

“Yeah, let’s go. You’re gonna be late” Joel hopped in his truck and drove off.

Peaking through your window you watched him leave. Sighing to yourself you turned away, how the hell were you suppose to face him?

Especially in front of your husband.

Joel had woken up that morning reminiscing on the night before, standing in the shower he remembered how wet you were for him as hesitant as you may have been.

If you weren’t married he swore he would’ve let himself cum in you..over and over.

That evening after running some errands you got home to find your husband and Joel talking to each other on the front lawn. Stopping in your tracks, your lips parted, it being the last thing you expected to come home to.

“There you are, look what Joel got for us” Henry grinned showing you the very same bottle of wine the two of you had opened together the evening before.

“This is one of my favorite brands, how’d you know?” Henry laughed as you stood nervously before them.

“Lucky guess” Joel shrugged as he glimpsed at you with a smirk.

You could kill him.

“This is gonna go great with the game tonight, thank you-“

“I better get dinner going” you interrupted making the two men look over at you.

“Sure go ahead,”

“Thanks, Joel” you muttered uncomfortably as you quickly walked away. Henry continued on talking about the game that night not noticing the way Joel’s eyes followed you. He noticed your husband not offering to help you with the two heavy bags you had bought in, yet it was all things you were used to.

“Dinner almost ready?” Henry called out to you from the living room as you put his clothes in the laundry.

“Just a couple more minutes!” You responded when you noticed the collar of his shirt had a weird stain on it. Your heart sinking as you came to realize it was stained with a woman’s lipstick. Sitting down on the bed you sighed, unsure of how you were suppose to feel.

Of course it hurt, yet you couldn’t help but think about what you were doing the day before.

It didn’t make you any better.

Although, it was very much obvious Henry had been doing this for some time now…you just never had any physical evidence of it.

Serving Henry his dinner as he sat in front of the tv he noticed you hadn’t served yourself.

“Aren’t you eating now?”

“No. Um, I was feeling a little queasy earlier. I’m not too hungry” you lied. Henry shrugged his shoulders and went on to watch the game.

Quickly walking away you held yourself together before walking out the back door. The sun had gone down, it was nearly eight o’clock, it was a quiet evening…it was what you needed. Closing the door behind you, you took a deep breath standing in the middle of your backyard when you heard a noise next door.

Of course it was Joel Miller.

The second he lay eyes on you, you froze, your arms crossed as he walked closer to the fence.

“You gonna run away again, darlin’?”

“What are you trying to do? Gifting him the same wine bottle I had-“

“Actually it was for you” he interrupted before realizing you seemed distracted, you seemed upset. Raising a brow he took a step closer.

“You alright?”

“Yes, what makes you think I’m not?” You asked defensively just as the sound of your husband cheering loudly was heard from your window making you turn to it. Joel took advantage that you looked away and quickly climbed over the low fence. The sound of his boots hitting the ground making you turn back and gasp.

“Joel! Are you crazy?!” You whispered as he proceeded to walk towards you.

“What are you doing? My husband is inside!” His arm closing around your waist pulling you against his body.

“You tellin’ me ya don’t wanna see me?” His question making you look up into his playful brown eyes, a smirk on his lips. Your hand on his chest yet you weren’t applying pressure to push him away. There it was again, those intense feelings of confusion…

“Joel…please..if Henry-“

“Forget about Henry” he whispered looking down at your lips. Slowly he leaned towards you, his hand gently tilting your face up, he kissed you softly before the sound of Henry’s voice caused you to quickly push him back.

“This is insane, you need to go” you turned away from him refusing to look back at him when you felt his hands roughly take hold of your hips.

“Joel” you gasped when you felt him push himself up against you. A full erection could be felt through his sweats, his pelvis thrusting against you.

“Joel please…I shouldn’t..” you whispered feeling him slowly pull up your dress. Looking behind him making sure no one was around he pushed down his pants, his cock sticking out of the hole in his boxers, he slipped his hand between your warm thighs and pulled aside your underwear. The sounds of the two of you breathing loudly as you felt his cock meet with your wet pussy. Your eyes rolling back as he slid in you and proceeded to work in a slow steady rhythm. Each stroke he could hear how wet you were, the juices from your pussy beginning to leave wet stains on his boxers as he slowly picked up his pace. His quick thrusts causing you to hold onto the wall beside you to keep yourself steady before he pulled you back into his body.

“He doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?” He whispered roughly in your ear as he fucked you harder.

“Tell me that pussy only gets this wet for me-“ he grunted. It was true, the level of arousal his touch bought you was like nothing you had felt.

“Say it!” He gave your hips a tight squeeze as you struggled not to moan.

“I’m only wet for you, Joel-“ you panted.

“You promise?”

“I promise!” You whispered as a whimper escaped your lips. Henry yelling at the tv making you jump and turn to your window until Joel grabbed you by your hair turning you away from it.

“You don’t worry about him when I’m fucking you, you hear me?” your head back against him as he pulled on your hair with such force that only turned bought you closer to orgasm.

“Yes-yes” you gasped as he continued to thrust his hips. Sex wasn’t like this with Henry.

Sex with Joel felt like a wild ride you didn’t want to end. Staring up at the clear sky with stars you couldn’t believe you were having a quickie with Joel Miller in your backyard. The strap of your dress slipping down your shoulder causing Joel to push it down further.

“Joel-“ you gasped quickly covering your breast.

“No one’s gonna see a thing” his large hand squeezing your breast as he continued, the sound of his breathing growing heavier right before he came.

“Shit-“ you felt him quickly slip out of you as you turned and watched him leaned back against the wall and jerk himself off onto the floor. Squeezing his eyes shut you watched as cum continued to shoot out of him. Out of breath he proceeded to fix his pants still leaning back. You could tell with how much he came he just had any energy sucked out of him. Looking over at you he winked at you, reaching over and fixing the strap of your dress not realizing you had never fixed it, distracted at the sight of Joel cumming. The sound of your husband still yelling at the tv as you worriedly looked at your window. Joel pulled you back against him seeing the guilt slowly make its way through you again.

“Hey” he whispered making you look up at him.

“I know he’s cheating on me” you blurt out.

“I just…I never thought I’d be married sneaking around with another man”

“Come over Friday” he whispered unexpectedly.

“What?”

“I’m off, Sarah’s in school, Tommy’s working, you’re home alone- I want cha in my bed” his eyes darkened, the thought exciting him.

“I…I don’t know, Joel..I can’t keep doing this.”

“Promise me you’ll think about it” his eyes were desperate for a positive response.

“Yes..I-I promise. I gotta go, Joel” before you could pull away he pulled you in for another kiss. Never had you felt this way from a kiss with your own husband, you couldn’t explain it. Joel let you go and watched you go inside before he climbed back over the fence as if nothing had happened..

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Nurse Sammy (Sam Golbach X Skater! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Sam and Colby & Co

Requested: Nope :) but requests are open for Sam now

Warnings: Blood (lots of it), broken bones, hospitals.

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 2439

Summary: Maybe skating in the rain isn't a good idea.

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“It’s just a quick session to practice before the competition, Sam,” You argued as you were heading out the door with your board. You were preparing for the Olympics given that you were on Team USA and you competed there last time. You took home the bronze, but this year, you were dead set on getting the gold or at least silver. You only missed out on the silver by the slightest margin, so you were determined to be as close to perfect as humanly possible. Sam, your boyfriend, knew this, and he always supported you. However, today, it looked like it would rain soon, and he voiced his concerns as you were about to leave. “Sam, I’ll go to a different bowl if that’ll make you feel better. There’s this old skatepark just outside the city that’s practically abandoned I could go to.”

“If you promise to be back if it starts raining,” Sam sighs from his spot in the kitchen. Colby had just shown up, and they were going to be discussing their next string of videos. That’s the main reason you decided to go practice. They really needed to sort it out, and all of your projects were already done. Plus, there is no harm in overpreporation. “Just please promise to be careful. I know we’re in the middle of a desert, but when it rains, it pours.”

“Yeah, yeah, Mr. Weatherman, I hear you,” You teased as you walked up behind him to grab a water and a small snack from the fridge. Then, you leaned up to press a short kiss to his cheek before heading out of the kitchen, purposely bumping into Colby’s shoulder in the process. “Don’t have too much fun while I’m gone. I’ll text you when I’m on my way back.”

You jumped in your car, threw your stuff into the passenger side, and turned on the car. You set up the music, knowing it was going to take a while to get out to the skate park and you needed good tunes to be able to sit through the drive. 

Inside the house, your boyfriend and his best friend were joking about how you could not sit still for too long, and you always had to do something. They only needed to situate a few things before they were able to call it a day and just hang out. They decided to film a couple of reaction videos to get ahead of schedule since they were going on a trip soon.

The drive out to the park did not take nearly as long as you thought. Maybe it was because there was a noticeable lack of cars on the road and very grey-looking clouds in the sky. It looked almost nighttime with how dark the clouds were. From what you could remember, the park still had functional lights, so you hoped that was still the case.

Unfortunately, it was not, but it was times like this when you were happy you had a light in your truck. It was a portable light usually meant for camping, but it came in handy when the park was so dark.

The park was empty so that played to your advantage. The ground was slightly wet, so you knew that it had rained there earlier. There were not any puddles. There were just a couple of noticeable wet spots in the concrete. The bowl itself did not have any standing water, so you went ahead and set up the light and your phone to record your practice. You had your radio from your car playing music since you were alone, and it was one of the things you always did to seem like you were with a group.

You got on a roll, going straight from a few warm-up tricks before starting to go into the tricks for your routine. It started to lightly drizzle at one point, but it was not too bad. You love the rain, and you have skated in the rain before. There was nothing wrong.

You were in your element. The rain just added a nice ambiance, and it made you feel calm as you continued practicing. At one point, you were getting ready to drop into the bowl when you realized the ledge was a little too slippery, and instead of stepping back, you accidentally fell into the bowl. Your arm crashed against the ledge before you slid all the way down and stopped in the middle of a puddle.

You realized it had started raining harder now, and when you moved to get up, you noticed a slight red tint to the water. Like everything was in slow motion, you turned your head and saw your arm bent at a weird angle with a large gash along the side of it.

You cursed to yourself, not really feeling the pain yet, as you pushed yourself up with your other hand. You grabbed your board and threw it up out of the bowl as you tried to run up the side, barely landing at the edge.

You got a better look at your arm in the light, concluding it was definitely broken. As if it could not get any worse, it was your right arm, and your car was a manual. You could not drive yourself to the hospital, so you needed to call someone to get you. 

Thinking the obvious was Sam, but instead, you dialed Colby’s number and put it on speaker as you slowly wrapped everything up and took the light to your car first. He did not answer the first time, so you set your phone in your car as you finished grabbing your board and putting the light and board in the trunk before sitting in the driver’s seat. You did not plan on trying to drive, so you dialed his number one more time.

This time, he answered, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Do you think you could come pick me up?” You asked, not wanting to reveal why, but the tone of voice you used conveyed that you could not drive. You were starting to get lightheaded and the adrenaline was wearing off at a rapid rate.

“Yeah, any reason why I need to pick you up and not Sam?” He asked, and you could hear him grabbing his keys. What you did not hear was Colby gesturing for Sam to follow him as they both climbed into his car.

“I may have done something, and Sam gets squeamish around blood,” You chuckled halfheartedly as you leaned your head back and closed your eyes. 

“Blood?! What did you do?” Sam could not help himself from shouting as Colby got on the interstate, following the GPS to your location. 

“So much for not telling Sam,” You mumbled to yourself, but they heard it loud and clear, “Sam, I had a small fall. It happens, but it’s my right arm, and I can’t drive without my right arm.”

They both took note of how weak you sounded, glancing briefly at each other in concern. Finally, Sam asked, “Could we move this to FaceTime?” You did not have time to answer as a FaceTime call from Colby came in. You accepted it and propped your phone up on the dash weakly, making sure your arm was not in the shot. You leaned your head back but looked down as you waited for the phone to connect. It took a second, but when it did, you were met with Sam’s concerned face. “You look really pale. Are you sure it was a small injury?”

“I don’t think you want me to answer that, Sammy,” You said in a soft tone and a small smile, trying to play it off. You never called him ‘Sammy’ unless something was really wrong. The last time you called him ‘Sammy,’ it turned out you had appendicitis and needed to go in for emergency surgery. He immediately caught on as well.

“Can I see it?” Sam said, not wanting to push too hard, but also needing to see just how bad it was.

“Sammy, trust me,” You laughed as you lifted your head to look straight at the screen. “You don’t want to see it. If you really want to see it, which I’m telling you you don’t, you can see it when you get here.”

“Well, it’s my lucky day because we’re just about to pull into the parking lot,” Sam teased lightheartedly as you noticed the headlights of Colby’s car fill your view. That’s when you noticed how badly it was raining now. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to skate in the rain. You truly learned your lesson.

“Sam, you know it is not a good idea to go up to them if there is blood,” Colby reasoned as he stopped Sam from climbing out of the car. “The last thing they need is you freaking out if it is something bad. Let me go first, and I’ll bring you over if I think you can handle it.”

“I trust you,” Sam caved as he stayed in the car and hid his face in his hands while Colby walked over to your car. Sam was a nervous wreck, but you picked up on his anxiousness like a sponge. That would not help your situation if he started freaking out. 

Colby walked up to your driver’s side door, and he did not even need to open the door. You had the light on inside, and he could clearly see the amount of blood that had accumulated on your shirt and pants and the odd bend of your arm. Immediately, he turned back to Sam in his car and gestured for Sam to get in the driver’s seat. Sam did so without hesitation but rolled the passenger window down to ask what was going on.

“Sam, you’re gonna follow us, and you’re not gonna ask any questions,” Colby instructed, causing Sam to be even more worried as he turned the car back on. Colby went back to your car and helped you move into the passenger seat all while obstructing Sam’s view of you. Up close, it looked even worse.

The ride to the nearest hospital was not long, but to each of you, it felt like years. Your arm was pulsing so much, you thought there was a bass sound system in it. Colby was trying to focus on driving through the rain while keeping you awake. Sam was just numb. There was no way this was a small injury based purely on Colby’s reaction.

When you finally got to the hospital, Sam wasted no time in parking and running up you the passenger side. Colby jumped between him and the door, for obvious reasons, but Sam could not see it that way.

“Colby, please,” Sam pleaded trying to see inside. He was barely holding it together, and he did not even see the extent of the injury. He just knew it was base based on Colby and your reactions alone. “I need to see them.”

“Sammy, if you really want to see it, then help me out,” You sighed as you pushed the door open with your left arm. The door was a lot heavier because Colby was leaning on it, but when he felt the door start moving, he backed off. As soon as Sam’s eyes landed on the blood on your shirt, he immediately turned around. He did not even see your arm before retreating back to Colby’s car. “That’s what I thought. Now, Colby, can you help me, please?”

You have always hated hospitals. The smell, the doctors not taking you seriously, the silence, and the general lack of color. This was the emergency room, so there was more to look at honestly, and it was not pin-silent. If anything, it was loud and obnoxious. 

Thankfully, you were taken into one of the trauma bays quickly, so they could get the blood to stop. Colby went to get Sam, so they could wait in the waiting room for the all-clear. The blood took a minute to stop because the bone kept moving, causing it to not have the chance to clot. The doctors decided you needed to go into surgery to set the bone straight before going into a cast, so they updated Sam and Colby as they sent you off. 

You woke up in a hospital room the next day, at least you assumed as much. The sun was out, so you knew a considerable amount of time had passed since the storm. You looked down at your arm and found it already encased in a thick plaster. To the left side, Sam laid asleep with his head on the bed as he held your hand. You gently shook your arm to wake him up, but as it turns out, he was not asleep, just laying with his eyes closed. His eyes snapped open immediately to meet yours as he did a once over to make sure you were still okay.

“I think that’s the last time I try skating in the rain,” you tried to joke, still heavily drowsy. This made Sam smile as he pulled your entwined hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles. “And it looks like no Paris trip for us this Summer.”

“We’ll go some other time,” he sympathized as one of his hands moved up to fix your hair. It was flying in all different directions, and he just needed to be doing something with his hands. When he finished, he moved his hand to cup your face, causing you to lean into it and close your eyes. Honestly, you could fall back to sleep like this. He waited a few beats before whispering, “Are you feeling better?”

“Tired and probably on pain meds,” You whispered back, opening your eyes to look at him. “Nothing hurts if that’s what you're asking. I am hungry though, and I want to go home.”

“I’ll call the doctor in, and we can stop and get your favorite food on the way home,” He offered as he stood up, kissed your forehead, and moved to press the button. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“You say that like I didn't break my arm the first time we met,” You laughed as you waited for the doctor or nurse to come in. “I’m just accident-prone. You should know this by now.”

“Well, this time, I plan to be your personal nurse, so get ready because I’m not letting you out of my sights until this cast comes off.”

“Nurse Sammy to the rescue.”

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[the-fiction-witch]

We'll Find Her

Media - The Queens Gambit Character - Benny Watts Couple - Benny X Reader Reader - Y/n Watts Rating - Adorable + Sad AF! Word Count - 2467

I woke up feeling refreshed and excited for the day ahead. I carefully selected my favourite pair of jeans and paired them with a simple yet stylish button-down shirt. After a quick grooming session to ensure my facial hair was looking smooth, I made my way downstairs.

As I descended the stairs, a wave of joy washed over me as I caught sight of Y/n and Violet. Y/n looked stunning in her sweet black dress, her vibrant Y/H/C hair styled in a flawless, long braid with a chic black headband. She was bustling about, expertly cutting up fruit and preparing a delicious lunch for Violet.

Meanwhile, Violet sat at the table, her school uniform neatly in place as she enjoyed a breakfast of French toast and fresh strawberries. Her sweet golden blonde pigtails added an extra touch of charm to her already adorable appearance.

Overwhelmed with affection, I hurried over to Violet and enveloped her in a warm, loving cuddle, showering her with kisses to start the day off on a delightful note.

"Dad!" She whined trying to push me away,

"Dad Tax," I chuckled stealing one of Violet's strawberries, and I went instead to wrap my arms around Y/n and gave her a neck kisses, "Ummm Good Morning Sweetheart,"

"Morning," She cooed turning and giving my lips a soft kiss, "It's Tuesday, your turn."

"I know, You ready to go Violet?"

"Actually..."

"Oh?"

"I was wondering if I could walk to school today?"

"Walk?" Y/n asked,

"It's only a ten-minute walk and then no one has to drive me," she suggested,

"Or do you just wanna stop at the corner store and grab a bunch of candy?" I asked,

"...No," she said sheepishly,

"I don't know Violet..." Y/n answered,

"Please! I'll call you from the phone box outside school as soon as I get there I promise,"

"You're call," Y/n told me,

"...Okay, here's the deal." I sighed grabbing my keys, "I am driving you to school,"

Violet sighed,

"But..."

Violet perked up a little,

"I will allow you to walk home, so long as it's okay with your mom. But you are to call us when you leave school from the phone box, and you are to come straight home no little corner shop snack stops, straight home before it gets dark." I told her,

"Is it okay Mom! please!"

"...it's okay, so long as you straight home,"

"Yay! Thank you!" She smiled giving us each a hug finishing her breakfast and heading down to the car, "Make sure to go slow this morning so you know she knows the way to walk home."

"I will do, see you in a bit sweetheart," I cooed kissing her,

"See you soon," she smiled, "Have a good day, love you, Violet,"

"Love you too Mom!" she called,

As I chuckled at Violet's morning antics, I headed out of the house and down to my car. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the neighbourhood. I drove Violet to school, taking the opportunity to point out the few landmarks between home and school. I wanted to make sure she knew the route well so that she could walk home by herself. As we approached her school, "You sure you know your way?"

"I'll be fine Dad,"

"Alright, you just know your Mom worries about you. Have a good day, remember to hand that algebra homework in we worked hard on that, and you have to tell me something you learned when you get home."

"I will," she smiles going to climb out of the car,

"Hey!" I stopped her,

"Yeah?"

"Love you, Violet,"

"Love you too Dad," she smiled hugging me, so I kissed her head,

"Good girl, go on," I told her tapping her head,

She happily climbed out and headed inside school to meet up with her friends,

As I settled into the plush cushions of my favourite armchair, the crackling fire cast a warm glow across the room. With a newly arrived chess book in hand, I eagerly delved into its pages, immersing myself in intricate strategies and timeless wisdom. Lost in thought, I contemplated the recent evolution of my chess game, analyzing my moves and considering new tactics. It was in this moment of deep concentration that Y/n, my dear friend, suddenly interjected, drawing me out of my reverie.

"I'm getting worried..."

"That I'm getting too sexy for you to resist, I know. I was concerned too." I chuckled,

Y/n rolled her eyes and smacked my shoulder playfully with her wooden spoon, "No. Violet, she should be home by now..."

I glanced at the clock on the mantle and it was 3:45, "Humm... you're right,"

"What time did she call?"

"Called from the phonebox outside the school at 3.06 said her English teacher kept everyone back an extra couple minutes to find a pair of scissors. Turns out the teacher had them. But she grabbed her stuff and was just heading on her way."

"It's only a ten-minute walk..."

"Maybe she stopped for snacks... even if we told her not to,"

"Even still, at 3:06 she calls us. Let's say she was chatting with friends and walking slowly to the shop at 3:16 or so, even if we say she was in that tiny corner shop for ten whole minutes that's only 3:26 and it's only a five-minute walk from the house ten is she's really being slow 3:36 she still should have been here ten minutes ago."

"... You're right," I nodded shutting my book and setting it on the table as I stood grabbing my keys, "It's a small area, how far away can she be? I'll go pick her up,"

"Okay, I'll wait here in case she gets home. Or calls that she's gone to a friend's house or something,"

"Good call," I nodded, "Y/n..."

"Yes, Benny..."

"I am going to circle until I find her, but if I still haven't found her... I will call you at 4:15. If she's not back or you haven't heard from her by the time I call..."

"Call the Police." She nodded,

"Exactly," I nodded kissing her, "I love you, Y/n,"

"Love you too Benny." she nodded,

So I grabbed my coat and headed down to my car,

As the clock hands in my car slowly turned, each click filled me with a sense of growing unease. The fading light of twilight cast an eerie glow over everything around me as I anxiously scanned the surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of Violet. When the clock finally ticked over, I let out a heavy sigh and decided to pull over to a nearby pay phone. My fingers trembled slightly as I dialled the number, and it barely rang twice before Y/n's voice came through the receiver,

"Hello!"

"Hey, Sweetheart..." I answered doing my best not to sound frightened and tearful but her voice showed she already was,

"Benny! Good news or bad news?"

"Well, the fact you have to ask tells me you've heard nothing?"

"Nothing, not a single call, no sign of her... nothing. You?"

"Nothing, streets are dead. No sign of her anywhere..."

"Okay," she sighed, "I... I already called them,"

"And?"

"They took the report but said... it's common for teenagers to just go missing for a day or so,"

"But that's not normal for Violet she's a good kid she wouldn't just up and disappear off with her friends without telling anyone."

"I know but they didn't want to listen, they said if she's not back by tomorrow night -"

"Tomorrow Night! She could be halfway across the world by then!" I yelled but stopped myself, "I'm sorry Sweetheart... keep calling them, do everything you can. I'll stay out and look for her."

"But Benny-"

"I'm staying." I told her, "All night if I have to. I am going to find her. And I will drive down every street in New York TWICE if that's what it takes. I am going to find her." I explained, "I'll call you on the top of every other hour till I find her."

"Okay, I'm gonna call around all her friends, everyone locally that I can and see if anyone has seen or heard from her,"

"Hopefully I'll hear from you soon... with good news," I told her before hanging up and quickly getting back in the car to get on with my search,

I sat at the table my hands shaking, as we listened to the officer.

"We have put an officer who is going to be standing at the school daily with her description, name and a list of her common contacts. The School has promised her status will be on their morning announcements daily as well as asking anyone to come forward with information. Posters have gone up in a five-mile radius. Radio stations are running the story daily. How long do you want this to -"

"Until we find her," I answered,

"The reality is after 73 hours the likelihood of finding her becomes far lower, this is very common we deal with runaways every day."

"She isn't a runaway!" Y/n snapped, "I- I'm sorry..." She gasped fighting back her tears, as her body trembled.

"Violet isn't a runaway. Why would she run away?"

"Did you have any disagreements?"

"No, no nothing. She was happy, we barely ever argue, and every day we tell her how much we love her, why would she run away?"

"She has a boyfriend perhaps? any secrets she'd want to hide from you?"

"No, She tells us everything." I answered, "She doesn't have a boyfreind, closest thing is her crush at school Melody."

"Melody?" The officer asked,

"Yes, Melody."

"You're daughter Violet's crush? Melody?"

"Yes." I glared already knowing what he was implying,

"And this... wasn't an argument?"

"No of course not." I answered, "We love her no matter what. What kind of parents would we be if we didn't!" I told him, "She had no reason to run away, and she told us she was coming right home."

He nodded and took notes for his paperwork before he left.

Once alone I turned to Y/n and saw how empty her eyes were, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her head as I pulled her to my chest, "We'll find her. We will never stop trying to find her. I promise,"

I headed upstairs after a long day of searching, My feet were sore, and my body tired, but as I reached the top of the stairs I saw Violet's door open, I went over slowly seeing everything exactly as it was when Violet went missing, Y/n sat on the bed her face so empty. I sighed and went over sitting beside her putting my arm around her, "We'll find her sweetheart. I promise we will."

"...And if we don't?" She asked,

"But we will. Do not even think for a moment about that. We will find her. We have to find her." I answered kissing her head, "We will find her, I know it in my heart. Come on you need your sleep."

"A little longer Benny,"

"Okay... a little longer," I nodded,

"You can go to bed, I know you're tired,"

"No. I'm staying with you for as long as you need Sweetheart."

The longer it went on the more our hope faded, slowly but surely the posters were covered or turned to nothing from the rain and wind of the city, the officer at the school was needed elsewhere, and the announcements were pushed back and back until they where gone, the radio reports replaced by more important news of the day. The police stopped caring, told us to give up, and thought Violet was nothing but a runaway statistic. And slowly but surely any hint of Violet disappeared, But we never stopped.

We drove around looking for her, went on radio stations, and made a point in any press for chess tournaments, spending every penny we had just to keep her name in people's minds. Until even that wasn't enough anymore.

Y/n sunk away, into a depressive pit. She didn't speak, she didn't do much of anything but sit in bed. I did what I could for Y/n in what little time I had looking for Violet and still doing tournaments to keep us paying the bills. I missed My wife's sweet voice, and her smile as much as I missed Violet. But slowly even I began to lose hope after so long of trying and getting nothing back.

I began to believe I'd never see Violet again... That she was lost forever.

It was a horrible thought but after three years I didn't know what else to do, So my attention fell fully on Y/n. I went to see her lying in the bed, been three weeks since she showered, longer since she did basic things like brushing her hair and teeth, and laying in her PJs in the bed catatonic. Even though all this... she never cried. Not for three years when I had shed thousands of tears over Violet, Y/n didn't it was like she shut down. Barely ever said a word to me or anyone. A shell of the woman I once married.

I went over and got her up out of bed picking her up in my arms and taking her to the bathroom where I ran her a hot bath with all the trimmings for her, I washed her body, cleaned her hair, and did everything I could to make her feel better.

"I- I'm so sorry Y/n..." I told her, "We did all we could..." I whispered,

Her body trembled in the hot water her legs pulled to her chest and the first words I had heard from her lips in more than a year, "Our baby..."

"Our baby... our poor poor baby," I muttered holding my forehead to hers as tears slipped, "Our sweet baby, Our little girl..."

"Our Baby. Our Violet."

"Our Violet..." I nodded, "Our sweet Violet,"

I sighed as I sat reading my book often glancing at Y/n as she sat by the fire knitting as it gives her some mild peace, even if she very rarely spoke. When the door knocked, I sighed and put my book down kissing Y/n's head as I went to the door pulling it open to reveal an officer.

"Mr Watts?"

"Yes," I nodded,

"We have something you and your wife will like to see."

"Y/n..." I called her over,

The officer led us down to the street where a police car sat, I put my arms around Y/n keeping her close to me as he opened the door.

And there she was, She climbed out in some fresh clothes her golden blonde hair matted and messy, and her body shivered as she climbed out. Even after three years... we knew,

"Violet!" Y/n gasped,

Violet fell into our arms and all three of us fell to our knees, and for the first time in years, I saw Y/n cry, between my own tears. We both held her tightly as Violet cried and held us tightly too. "I thought I'd never see you again," she cried,

"We never stopped looking, we never gave up, we knew We'd find you."

"I'm so happy to be home," Violet cried,

"It's okay you're home now and we will not let anything bad happen to you again," I told her kissing her forehead, "We love you so much, Violet."

"SO so much!" Y/n added,

"I love you both so much too!" She cried,

[erizumon]

When Heinz is Happy

The park wasn't one of your favorite places to be, too many people, too much noise, kids running around here and there (you don't dislike them, but they distracted you a lot from your own thoughts)

But there were days where everything was better, demons don't torment you, the sensations of a phantom pain that never went away in your prosthetics weren't bothersome today.

So, it would be expected that you would take this perfect day to create some plan, maybe you could even take advantage of the presence of your nemesis to invite him to lunch, that makes the day better.

But you don't want to do that.

You're at peace.

Like you've never been before.

You're not even surprised when you feel someone sitting with you on the park bench, you didn't need to look out of the corner of your eye to know that your silent companion was none other than Perry the Platypus, who seemed curious at how calm you seemed to be this morning.

“Sometimes I wonder if Francis will stop being suspicious of me when I’m doing nothing”

Perry shrugs, but gives you a light smile, you were already used to this anyway.

“Did I ever tell you about the first time I brought Vanessa to this park?” you ask, as you stare straight ahead, an answer wasn’t needed, it was never needed between the two of you “I was five, we weren’t that close to here at the time and Charlene had insisted that it was time for my pumpkin to meet other kids” as she told the story, she pulled out of the pockets of her white coat some candy, passing Perry the ones with mint and sweet tea flavor.

You could hear Perry hum in appreciation, glad to remember that these were especially her favorites.

“I was against it, but Charlene insisted I was too overprotective,” you pause and laugh. “And yes, I was.”

You see Perry raise an eyebrow, you snort at him.

“Okay, okay, yeah, yeah, I still am, shut your eyes.”

You see him snort to hold back a silent laugh.

“Whatever,” you resume. “The thing was, Charlene couldn’t do it, so she asked me to bring her instead. I didn’t work, I stayed home, so I didn’t really have any excuses, and it’s not like I refused to take care of my baby, I just--… You know, I didn’t feel comfortable exposing her to the outside.”

You watch the kids play, the ghost of a memory taking on a life of its own, and you could perfectly see the first-time dad holding his daughter tightly. You smile, too afraid to take the first step.

Too hurt to allow his daughter to carry those same wounds.

“And then, she just took over the place, ran and joined the first group she saw and that's when I knew, Perry the Platypus, that my Vanessa was going to be okay”

That she always would be…

You feel a hand on your shoulder, which makes you turn around and you can see the sweet smile that she doesn't usually give you very often, but you treasure with all your heart, you smile back.

And she decides to accompany you in her silence to see the landscape.

But something changed, because Perry takes off his hat and without understanding how at first, he manages to put the hat away somewhere, if it weren't because you know beforehand that Perry the Platypus didn't move from his place, you wouldn't have been able to recognize him.

The hand that was previously holding your shoulder is now free of the watch that he always carried with him, today, he wouldn't be Perry the Platypus.

He would be Perry, just Perry.

They look into each other's eyes and Perry extends one of his hands, palm open, a simple invitation, but with a lot of weight behind it.

You accept.

They get up from the bench and walk through the park, holding hands, as if it were something natural that they've been doing all their lives and maybe, that could be true in other lives. You don't know, but you don't need to investigate too much. Then you talk, about everything that comes to mind.

You breathe, today is a good day.

And nothing will change that.

[flame-cat]

hey fellas so @boyswillbeboxes and I have been cooking a fun concept for a few days and I thought I'd share it with you along with some Images I doodled. the post we're talking about at first is this one right here but if u don't feel like looking at it tl;dr its kim glaring at jean and being possessive of Harry. synopsis under the readmore! tws for suicide baiting and suicidal actions

rat: THAT FUCKIN COMIC WITH KIM GIVING JEAN THE SIDE EYE I'M SCREAMING

GET HIS ASS KIM

me: DLFJFKFKF IM SO GLAD U SAW ITTTT

rat: I JUST DID

me: thought of u makin that

rat: 😭😭

I'm so honored

God lmao you're right tho

Listen listen if Harry fails the check for the karaoke and Jean is there and doesn't clap for Harry, Kim swears a VENDETTA

That's CANON

He brings it up at the tribunal he's so petty

The second one

He says some really backhanded shit I don't remember the specifics but he's basically like Enemy Sighted

me: he took one look at this man and went "is anyone gonna become harshly overprotective of that" and didn't wait for an answer

rat: NO FOR REAL

IT'S INSANE HOW QUICKLY KIM WOULD DIE FOR HARRY

I LOVE IT I LOVE THEM

me: like in my head it literally is just. jean is minding his business. he doesn't even do anything. and Kim is just glaring daggers at him from across the room. in my head it's a sitcom bit where every time Harry leaves the room with Kim and Jean left Kim threatens Jean's life and as soon as Harry comes back in hes Normal again and jean is like GET YOUR FUCKING DOG BITCH

rat: Nobody ever believes Jean when he says this is happening

"No he's so even-tempered he's really polite maybe you just misinterpreted?"

Or even worse it makes Jean look crazy

me: like jean comes back to his desk and there's his mug which is now filled with dirt and a sticky note that says "bitch"

he looks over at Kim's desk and Kim is staring directly at him with murder in his eyes

and then a couple seconds pass and he looks away like nothing happened and jean is like "oh its ON motherfucker" (it is not on. jean can't hope to fight back against the wrath of kim kitsuragi)

jean fills Kim's coffee with salt? Kim just drinks it all. completely straight face. doesn't flinch once

kim comes over later and is like "thanks for the coffee" even tho jean was SURE no one saw him do that

he goes to fucking pryce about it eventually and he's just like "I don't appreciate you spreading rumors about the newest member of the 41st. he's done exemplary work. far better than you. maybe you need to go through that sensitivity training again?" and he blows his fucking LID over that.

challenges kim to a fucking brawl in the middle of the bullpen and Kim is just like. officer you're embarrassing yourself *eyebrow*

his reputation never recovers. even more of a joke than Dick Mullen now

rat: Kim being so so SO careful never to do this when anyone else is around. But then one day Jean is in the bathroom, and then the door opens, and it's Kim. And Kim just stops. Looks at him. Smirks a little. Then reaches behind himself and locks the door

And Jean feels FEAR

Kim never actually touches him. But it's very clear he's more than capable of following through on his threats.

Getting in his space and grabbing his chin to make sure Jean is Paying Attention

me: jean starts looking over his shoulder on his way home. one time Kim tails him just to fuck with him. jean thinks he loses him but when he gets onto his street kim is standing outside of his building, having his one cigarette

jean is stood frozen. Kim locks eyes with him as he puts out the cig on his boot. walks away

jean i think starts to try and play dirty as well but idk how he'd go about it. he's too... hm. stupid

rat: Yeah yeah yeah for sure like. He tries to "trick" Kim into a fight but Kim is five steps ahead at all times, he never takes the bait

And god help him if he tries to antagonize Harry to get to Kim

That's when Kim gets SERIOUS

That's when Kim finds him in a dark alley outside of work

Grabs a handful of his hair, smashes his face into a brick wall, puts him into a hammerlock hold

Whispers in his ear if he ever catches him trying that shit again, he's not getting a warning next time

me: I think it'd be hilarious if Jean tried to threaten suicide and it just. doesn't work. I think it'd make sense for him to bait kim like "okay well what if I killed myself and framed YOU for my MURDER" and Kim is like officer don't be dramatic get over yourself please

rat: Kim just staring at him like "Okay then. Do it. Right now."

Maybe Kim even hands over his gun

Jean trying to turn the tables by pointing it at Kim

Kim never flinches

"Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Unlike your idiotic plan, I'll be missed. And we both know Harry never stops."

me: I just think that scene in the alley could end up with Harry intuiting whats going on, that an officer is in danger, so he goes to stop it and- hey JEAN IS POINTING A GUN AT KIM??? AND KIM ISNT??? STOPPING HIM????

rat: HARRY PUTTING HIMSELF IN THE WAY OF THE GUN

Jean having to reconcile the fact that Harry is no longer his, insofar as he was before

me: after a tense second of not moving. jean actually considering doing it.

rat: GOD Jean being like I could just do it. Shoot him, maybe have time to reload and shoot myself after. That might be the only way to truly Hurt Kim

me: kim catches on to that. and for the first time he IS afraid

hes fine losing himself. but losing Harry? he couldn't bear it. he would sooner die

then. all at once. jean drops it

he can't do it. too much of a coward. "GOD FUCKING DAMN YOU!!" punches the wall etc. definitely crying. meanwhile kim GRABS Harry by the shoulders. he's shaking with fury and also something else. "what the FUCK are you thinking-" and Harry cuts him off with "what are YOU thinking? what the fuck was that? what HAPPENED to you?"

Harry means "you two" but kim feels that in his soul

they leave jean to talk after that. and that conversation is not a pretty one

smth smth "I was trying to protect you" "that was too far" "he went too far first. he was hurting you" "so your solution is to hurt him back?" "he wasn't going to STOP" "then let me deal with it!" etc etc

no idea what jean does from there. maybe he actually fucking thinks and reconsiders things and idk grows as a person

anyway after that we get the dinner from hell

harry invites them to a get-along dinner. christ

GOD. THE TENSEST DINNER EVER. TO RIVAL ANY FAMILY DINNER

im just imagining them trying to throttle each other on top of some takeout

harry is yelling TIMEOUT TIMEOUT

composure failure

rat: Harry like "can't we all just get along??" and Kim and Jean say NO at the same time

me: they both point at each other at the same time and go HE STARTED IT

harry actually passes an authority check and scolds them and they both realize how petty this is and its all very embarrassing and Harry is treating this very seriously. fully goes "do you have anything to say?" and they grumble sorry and he's like "not to me. to *each other*"

rat: He only passed Kim's authority because Kim hates seeing him sad

me: slow look at each other. jean holds out a hand. Kim grabs it so tight you hear joints snap.

they still hate each other so so much but Harry is Determined to make them friends

its like. harry is their get-along shirt

rat: Harry like the power of love and friendship will prevail and Kim tries he really does but every time he sees Jean he hears the Kill Bill sirens in his head

He makes an honest effort to threaten his life less but that's all he can manage

me: I do think this could get resolved eventually tho. like harry being put in some sort of crisis situation where his life is on the line or something

rat: Wouldn't it be funny if the situation was something Harry put himself in though

Like getting himself kidnapped by a gang

Like "wow this will really bring Jean and Kim together! ♡"

Meanwhile he's literally tied to a chair with his face bloody and nose broken

And Jean and Kim HAVE to team up. They can't take on a gang ALONE

Jean pretends not to care but he cares so much it makes him look stupid

If Harry actually dies what the fuck is he supposed to do

me: it works but not in the way he intended cause it actually touches on the heart of the conflict is that Jean wants to blame Harry for everything ever and also he does care so much it makes him look stupid so when they find out it was actually sort of on purpose they BOTH GET MAD AT HIM FOR THE SAME REASON

a horrible, deadly pact is formed. harry is now in grave danger

rat: Harry wanted them to be friends. And now, unfortunately, they are

He's never getting let out of their sight again

me: I like to think eventually they do chill out and become friends about it. like outside of all that. maybe jean finally gets over himself and Kim and Harry have a talk about being posessive- lol I'm just kidding those two are codependent to the fucking grave. but still I think they could end up being civil and the death threats just become banter

the competitive streak never dies tho. constantly trying to one-up each other. functional kismesistude

[farfromstrange]

hi can i request for angst w no comfort, matt murdock fic wherein the reader died i like angst 🥲, specially your work "angel on the roof" thank you !!!

Thank you so much for your request, lovely! I was so excited (that sounds horrible in this context) when I saw it and I was even more excited when I read what you requested (Yeah, it still sounds horrible). Angst is my forte, and I've really been in an angsty mood lately. So, I wrote this in two hours and I cried while writing it. I hope you like it! (And I also hope you're doing okay, sweetheart.) This is not about suicide like the other hurt/no comfort fic, but it still hurts the same. I hope I could live up to your expectations!

Back To December | Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: He fell for you hard and fast, but all good things eventually slip through Matt Murdock's fingers, and he is left alone all over again.

Warnings: ANGST, hurt/no comfort, Character death, mentions of blood, there's a really creepy guy at the beginning (but no sexual assault!), yeah this is just angsty as fuck

Word Count: 3.2k (I got carried away)

It’s a cold December afternoon. The remains of this week’s snowfall are covering the ground and it’s cold, so cold, but he can barely feel it. Something else, something colder, something far more painful is creeping up his spine. It’s not because his clothes are soaked or the snowflakes that have latched onto his hair. He feels as if the floor has been ripped out under his feet, and it has been a long time since he last felt this way. Loneliness has become his closest companion over time and he got used to always losing and hardly ever winning. Over time, he got used to grieving, he got used to being left, and he got used to a painful hollowness in his chest that eventually started to occur more often. The hole in his chest has always been there, but merely a few days ago it had been somewhat filled. 

Matt Murdock has never experienced much happiness in his life. He tried to fight the demons in his head, but eventually, he succumbed to them. He succumbed to the claws that tore at his chest and dragged him down into an endless abyss. He used to associate the color gray with his life because when he thought about it, there has never been much color. He got used to existing rather than living until someone stepped into his life that was anything but dreary. 

It was in summer, he remembers, the third of July when he was walking the streets of Hell’s Kitchen on his way home from work. The noise of the city moved into the back of his mind as he tried to focus on anything but the deafening sound of injustice and everyday life. They often blurred together and mixed when he wasn’t focusing, and sometimes that was worse than when he purposely focused on his surroundings. 

He was just casually walking when he heard the distinctive fast sound of footsteps straight ahead. He tilted his head curiously, not sure if it was just another teenager playing tag with their friends in the middle of the night or someone walking fast, or perhaps someone who needed his help. It was then he stretched his senses out to judge the situation, but by the time he focused on the erratic heartbeat coming his way, the person who it belonged to already stood in front of him. 

It was the third of July, he knows, when you came into his life. 

You were just walking home from work when a man emerged from behind one of the cars parked along the street of the shop you were working at. You had closed early, which was rare but not impossible, especially not with the heat so heavy that no one wanted to set foot outside. Even with air conditioning, you felt like dying every time you went to work. 

You tried not to think too much about the stranger, your keys already clutched tightly in your hand, but when you sped up, the man sped up too. It was then your fight-or-flight response kicked in. You were a terrible fighter and would have broken your thumb before you could have caused any serious damage, so instead, you ran. You ran until the streets got lighter and finally, God finally, someone else walked the street you were on. 

Not paying much mind to who the stranger was, you stopped right in front of him. Your hand caught his sleeve - you felt guilty because well, if the glasses hadn’t been an indicator, his cane surely was, and using a blind guy to get out of being mugged or God forbid, possibly even raped, felt wrong but he seemed like the kind of guy that wouldn’t mind helping. It was something about him that made you feel safe, almost. 

“I need you to pretend we know each other,” you said entirely out of breath, one of your sweaty strands of hair caught on your dry lips. 

He frowned, tilting his head in the direction of the other man’s steps and he realized just what you were running from. 

“Please,” you begged, and he could only imagine the panic in your eyes. 

He licked his lips. “What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know, just- oh, for fuck’s sake! Kiss me.”

“Sorry, what?” Matt stammered. He thought of many things, one of them being completely screwing his disguise and beating whoever was following you into a puddle until he couldn’t walk anymore, but your request was… odd and a complete surprise, at that. 

The more he thought about it though, it made sense. The man would only ease up if he saw Matt as your boyfriend and not a strange blind guy. 

You looked at him expectantly and the closer the man behind you came, the faster your heart beat. If he wasn’t willing to help you, you would have to run again. 

Fortunately, he caught himself fast enough to pull you in by the waist - his strength surprised you - and pressed his lips to yours. That he would do it, you never expected. It had been a weird request, of course, but the only thing you thought of that would make a possible rapist turn the other way. 

You caught yourself on his arms, leaning into the kiss as if it were real, and partly it felt like it. He was an amazing kisser, you noticed, and if this had been a date you would have thoroughly enjoyed it, but the only thought in your mind was getting rid of the man that was following you. Or had been following you, anyway, because upon seeing the kiss that looked more realistic than it was, he stopped and turned back around. 

When the stranger pulled away, you forgot how to breathe for a second. Your cheeks flushed, the blood rushing to your head immediately, and you pressed a hand in front of your mouth. Matt thought it was cute, although he had to contain himself from hunting down the man that even led you to make such a rash decision in the first place. Perhaps it was the fact that he was blind that made you believe he was on the good side, and the kiss seemed to have saved your ass, which he was glad about because fighting someone right in front of the eyes of an unknown stranger was not on his to-do list. The kiss hadn’t been either, but it had already happened and the awkward silence made matters worse. 

Your breath hitched in your throat again. “I’m so sorry,” you said, muffled through your hand. 

“Um,” Matt forgot how to speak. 

“I just wasn’t sure what to do and you know, most men don’t take no for an answer and I thought- God, I am so sorry. You probably think I’m a psycho now.”

He quickly caught himself again. “Oh, no. No, I absolutely don’t think that,” he said. “I was just… surprised?”

“Okay, I’m sorry, I promise I’m not usually like this.”

“You were scared, I understand.”

“I really didn’t know what else to do.”

It was the truth, and the more he spoke to you, the more he realized your heartrate was going down. You were safe. 

“Okay,” you bit your lip, “Okay, I should probably go. Nice meeting you. I’m just gonna-” as you distanced yourself, you pointed behind yourself in the direction you were originally headed, “Yeah, I’m just gonna go.”

“Wait,” Matt heard himself object to your attempt to leave. 

You halted, surprised he would even want to talk to you after what happened. A small smile rested on his lips. The same lips you had just kissed. 

“What’s your name?” he asked. 

The first time he heard your name was on July third, the night dark and hot, and it was the same night you kissed him for the first time. It was a kiss out of desperation, a way to save yourself from the grabby hands of a stranger, and yet, when he asked for your name, he received an answer. 

“I’m Matt,” he introduced himself. 

July third was the day you came into his life and from then on, you refused to leave. His senses got used to your scent, your taste, and the feel of your skin under his fingers when he had first kissed you. His ears got used to the sound of your voice, and the feeling of your name on his tongue became natural. 

One meeting turned into two and eventually, only a month after, in fact, he realized he had done the one thing he never expected himself to do ever again: he fell for you. He fell fast and hard, the first tint of color in his dull life, and the pain in his chest got a little more bearable with you by his side. You became the light in the darkness, the one person he could always turn to, and when you found out who he was - who the man behind the black mask was, you didn’t run. 

You found out one night when you used your key to get into his apartment. He hadn’t answered any of your calls and he felt guilty, but then you stood in his apartment just as he walked through the door. He had a huge gash on his side and he was sure he wouldn’t make it to the couch in time. When he heard your heartbeat and the way it jumped when you saw him, he was sure death would be kinder than having to listen to you leaving, but the anticipated moment of rejection never came. 

The light of his life stayed. You had dropped everything to hold him up. You patched him up and you held him as he writhed in pain, and when he was finally patched up and safe, he caught your wrist. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked him. 

He hissed, not sure if it was because of emotional or physical pain, but perhaps both. You sounded small, worried almost, but the sound of your heartbeat was the most familiar to him and so he knew that you weren’t scared, you were merely curious. 

And that was when he knew that he had fallen head over heels in love with you.

“I wanted to protect you,” he said. 

The thought of losing you had been his greatest fear. You were the color he desperately needed, the reason for him to keep going. He thought that, with your help, he could make it. He thought his life could finally be normal. 

But even the most beautiful of flowers die eventually. It’s a slow death, usually, a constant process of withering. With you though, it was fast and it was the hardest thing he ever had to do. You weren’t a flower, you were human and he realized that too late one night. 

On July third, he swore to protect you, always. He swore to save you, to hold you and take care of you until his dying breath. On the third of December though, his worst fear became reality, and suddenly, the tint of color in his life was flickering like the billboard outside of his apartment that you had often complimented. The tint of color in his life, the beautiful flower, the light that kept him going, stood right in front of him and he barely had the time to open his mouth when the shot rang out. 

Why did you have to follow him, anyway? You were foolish but you had been so worried, you stormed out of your apartment, determined to find him. The rooftop you finally found him on was dark just like his life had been before you. 

You were so relieved to see him alive, you didn’t notice the dark shadow on the floor or the clinging of metal that filled the air. “Matt!” you called out, but his mouth opened and instead of words, you could hear the faint blow of a gun. 

The shot rang out and for a moment you thought it hit him. For a moment, you were worried, and then the sharp pain tore through your abdomen and you knew, the shot wasn’t meant for him.

His arms caught you as you fell. Matt wasn’t sure what was worse, the feeling of your blood running through his fingers as he pushed on the gaping wound on your abdomen or the erratic sound of your fading heartbeat as it tried its best to beat for you, to supply your body with blood, but it couldn’t pump so fast as to catch up with the speed you were losing it again. 

“Matt-” you smiled when you saw his face. “You’re safe,” you said. “I thought you weren’t safe.”

“Shh,  sweetheart,” he told you, and he tried hard not to sob - your heart had become his favorite song, a symphony that was unique in itself, but now it was running out like a broken record. The sand in the hourglass ran faster than he could catch you. 

You choked. The missing fear in your voice told him that you knew. Oh, you knew you weren’t going to make it. 

“You foolish, foolish- Jesus,” he bent over you, his hand still tightly pressed against your abdomen, but the sharp pain you had felt was gone. You just felt numb now. “I told you to stay home,” he said. His voice cracked at the end because now even he knew, deep down, that you weren’t going to make it out of this. 

And he had just found you. It didn’t seem fair. 

You sucked in a sharp breath. “I was just-” you coughed again, and he could taste the copper in the air from where it ran down the corner of your mouth. “I was worried,” you breathed. 

He shushed you again. “It’s okay,” the first tear descended his cheek and met with yours, “You’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna get you out of here and fixed up, okay? Hey-” Your eyes drooped, but he held your face with such force, you felt compelled to open them again, but you were tired. Oh, you were so tired. 

It was your time to tell him, “It’s okay.”

Your body was wracked with a terrible wave of shivers and even though he was holding you tightly to his chest, his body was just cold air to you. Everything was cold.

“No, don’t close your eyes! You have to stay with me, sweetie, okay? Just a little longer.”

“I can’t.” And he knew you couldn’t.

“You don’t get to do that, not yet. It’s not time yet. We have so much-” he grunted in the back of his throat. “Remember you told me about the pyramids in Egypt? You wanted to go there,” he said, and at this point, he was crying more than he was smiling. “So you have to stay awake, okay? Stay awake for me, baby.”

You reached out your weak hand, touching his cheek. There was blood on your fingers and it smeared on his cheekbone. Your touch was cold. You used to be so warm and now you were simply cold, and your heartbeat turned into tiny beats after another. 

“We both know I’m not gonna make it,” you said with all the strength you had left. 

“No,” he was determined, “Don’t say that. You’re gonna be fine.”

“Matthew-” the call of his full name was almost unfamiliar. “Matthew, listen. Listen to my heart.” 

“I am, baby, and it is still beating, that means there is still time. I can save you. I can-”

“No, you don’t understand,” you said. Your hand moved from his cheek to the left side of his chest. “I’m always going to be here.” 

“Stop,” he sobbed. “God, don’t do this to me. You can’t do this. You have to hold on.”

“It’s time,” you said. 

“No, baby, please-”

“It’s time for me to go, Matthew.”

“No.”

Your hand dropped, your muscles too weak to hold your body up anymore. Thud, thud, thud. He focused on your heartbeat, but he soon realized that it wasn’t yours, it was his. His own heartbeat was louder than yours, but it had the same beat, it played to the same rhythm as yours. Your bodies aligned, but the blood, oh the blood. Your scent was overshadowed by the smell and the taste of pure blood and it made him sick. 

“I-” you choked again, but the sentence you wanted to say needed to be said, no matter how strong those claws were that were just waiting to pull you underwater. “I love you,” your voice broke like fragile glass upon impact, “and I always will.”

His forehead fell against yours. You were so cold. Matt held you, he held you to keep you warm, but you were getting colder by the minute and your blood seeped through his fingers, through his shirt, and that was when he realized. 

“No,” he desperately felt for your heart, but the familiar melody was gone. He couldn’t feel you, he couldn’t touch you, he couldn’t smell you. He could only hold your limp body as the life left your body and your soul with you. 

On December third, you died in his arms. On December third, he had to deliver your body to the hospital, but you were long gone when they found you. He knew you were gone, but he had held you for a while longer, trying to find the life inside of you, trying to keep his hope alive, but on December third, you died, and with you, all the color in his life faded into the darkest of blacks. 

Matt Murdock remembers the day he met you and he remembers the day you died. As he is standing over your grave now, the snow feels numb on his soaked clothes. What is creeping up his spine is worse than the cold of December. The pain of losing you is colder than snow, it’s colder than anything he has ever felt before. The cold has crept into his heart and frozen whatever life had been left inside of him. You died and he couldn’t save you. He had to bury you because he just couldn’t save you. 

You were the light of his life and Matt lost that, too, like he has lost everything in his life. It's then he truly starts to believe that everything he touches is supposed to rot and die. Everything he has ever touched, no matter how beautiful, has turned ugly, dark, and gray, and then eventually, dead. Cold, dark, and dead.

You were an explosion of wonderful colors but now you were gray, just like his life. A gray stone on the cemetery behind Clinton Church, your body cold, your blood branded into his skin and he cries. He stands at your grave and cries because you’re still in his head, you’re still in his heart, and it kills him that a memory is all he has left of you. He longs to touch you, to kiss you, to hold you like he had many times before, but you’re gone. 

His sweater smells of your perfume, his sheets smell of your bodywash and your essence still lingers in the air of his apartment, no matter how many times he opens a window, and then there is your name that suddenly everyone seems to have. He searches for you when it rings out, but you’re not there. 

On December third, you died, and with your memory lingering everywhere, he would go back to December all the time. And it breaks him to know you’re not there. 

[yakkolicious-writing]

The Apple of My Eye

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Fandom: Animaniacs Central Relationship: Yakko Warner x Stevie Skunkton (male OC) Wordcount: 1,248 words Summary: Yakko is invited on an apple picking trip with his boyfriend Stevie's family. However, he's unusually quiet at first, and it makes Stevie nervous. Can Stevie figure out what's going on with Yakko? Warnings: None Rating: G. Suitable for all audiences.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54730762

This fic is a request from my friend @silly-lil-lee! This work was also inspired by a prompt from user @voidfxndoms, specifically Prompt #37 of their fluff prompts: "I will stop loving you when apples start growing on mango trees." I kind of flipped the order of that statement for this, but whatever. I hope you enjoy!

Yakko stepped out of the car and slammed the door behind him. He had been invited by the family of his boyfriend, Stevie, on their annual autumn apple-picking trip. He put his hands in the pockets of the puffy red jacket he was wearing, looked down at the grass, and sighed. It was a beautiful day outside. The sky was a light shade of blue, and white fluffy clouds blocked out the sun. Small trees with many leaves and bright red apples on them were everywhere. Everything was so nice, but yet, he was sad, and he didn’t know why. Yakko simply looked at the ground with a frown on his face, until suddenly, he felt something nudge his arm.

“Huh?” he asked.

Yakko looked up and turned his head. There, he saw Stevie, holding two large baskets in his hands. He offered one of the baskets to Yakko.

“You comin’?” Stevie said.

Yakko took the basket that Stevie offered him, and Stevie began to walk off. Yakko slowly followed him. The two walked down a grass path, surrounded by apple trees. Stevie looked straight ahead of him, but Yakko only looked at the grass as he walked. He didn’t say a word to Stevie. Stevie didn’t like how quiet Yakko was being. Normally, Yakko was super chatty and always had something to talk about, but not hearing him was eerie. It was like Stevie wasn’t with Yakko, but with a husk of him. Stevie couldn’t take the silence.

“Hey,” Stevie began, “Yakko?”

Yakko lifted his head up and looked at Stevie, his eyes like those of a scolded puppy’s.

“I’m not mad at you,” Stevie explained, “I’m just worried.”

“Oh, uh, you’re worried?” Yakko asked, “what are you worried about?”

“Yakko, you’ve been quiet,” Stevie answered, “like, really quiet. Normally you’re not this quiet. I haven’t heard you say a word since you got to our house! Is… is everything alright back at the tower? Anything happen with Wakko and Dot?”

“No, Wakko and Dot are fine.”

“Alright, that’s good. If it’s not Wakko or Dot, then… then what’s wrong?”

Yakko sighed. He squeezed his arm with his free hand and looked away from Stevie. Stevie softly smiled at him and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Well,” Yakko began, “I had a bad dream last night. I don’t wanna call it a nightmare. It felt too real to be a nightmare.”

“That’s alright,” Stevie said, “what happened in it?”

“It started out normal,” Yakko explained, “but it went downhill fast. I was on the Warner lot, I was alone for some reason, and it was just… empty. Nobody was there. I was expecting the dream to just be kinda weird at first, I have a lot of weird dreams, but then, I saw you. I got super excited, I ran up to you, and then… I told you I was excited to see you. I don’t remember what I said to you exactly, but I must’ve said something wrong or offensive or both, because then I tried to take your hand and you pulled it away from me.”

“Whoa. I pulled my hand away from you over something you said?”

“Yeah.”

Yakko nodded, and tears appeared in his eyes.

“So, I obviously didn’t grab it, and you crossed your arms and gave me this… this really mean look. Then, y-you told me that you couldn’t understand why I was the way I was, and that I was too clingy a-and emotional and weird… and then you told me you weren’t in love with me anymore and that you wanted to break up. I asked why, and then you just… turned around and walked away from me! I ran after you, begged you to come back, asked if there was something I could do, and then you turned around and screamed at me to go back to the water tower, a-and… and stay there.”

Yakko sniffled as the tears rolled down his face before suddenly burying his head in Stevie’s zipped-up jacket. Stevie tightly wrapped his arms around Yakko and pat his back gently as his jacket was soaked in Yakko’s tears.

“Hey,” Stevie said softly, “it’s alright, Yakko. It’s OK. It’s gonna be OK…”

“I love you,” Yakko cried, his voice muffled by Stevie’s wet jacket.

“I love you too,” Stevie replied, “and I hope you know that.”

Yakko stood up straight, his eyes still watery and his face slightly red, and sniffled. He looked up at Stevie.

“Yakko, you’re the greatest partner I’ve ever had,” Stevie began, “and I wouldn’t trade you for the world. If anything, I’m scared of you leaving me.”

“Wait, what?” Yakko asked, “you’re scared of me leaving you? Why?”

“Well,” Stevie explained, “Yakko, do you realize just how much of a catch you are?”

“A catch? Never thought of myself as a catch. Normally I’m the one who, uh, goes fishing.”

Yakko nervously giggled, but Stevie wheezed and leaned over, holding his belly as he laughed. Yakko waited for him to stop laughing. When Stevie stopped, he stood up straight and sighed.

“See?” Stevie began, “you’re hilarious, even when you don’t think you are!”

“Aw, gee,” Yakko said, “I wasn’t even thinking about that one.”

“Shows you’ve got a gift,” Stevie responded, “anyways, not only are you funny, but you’re super smart, you got a killer singing voice, and then you’re hot on top of that! Some of my classmates would kill to have a partner like that!”

“Aww, thanks Stevie!” Yakko giggled.

“Hey, no need to thank me if it’s true. Anyways, I’ve lost a ton of friends over the years because I said the wrong thing, and let me tell you, it sucks, so I’m gonna tell you right now that I will never leave you if you say something I don’t like.”

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Then, Stevie leaned in and planted a kiss on Yakko’s forehead. Yakko remained still, and he began to blush.

“Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you, Yakko,” Stevie explained.

Stevie looked at one of the apple trees. He saw a low-hanging, slightly dark red apple and picked it from the tree, showing it to Yakko.

“Tell you what,” Stevie began, “I’ll stop loving you when mangoes start growing on apple trees. Now, tell me, is this a mango?”

Yakko looked at the apple and laughed.

“Nah,” he said, “unless Honeycrisp apples count as mangoes now.”

“Told ya you were smart,” Stevie replied, “now, this might sound a little cheesy, but Yakko, you really are the apple of my eye.”

Yakko laughed and slapped his knee.

“A little cheesy?” Yakko asked, “Stevie, that was cheesier than the entire state of Wisconsin!”

Yakko and Stevie laughed so hard that they cried.

“Oh my God,” Stevie said, desperately trying to catch his breath, “Yakko, you’re on a roll today!”

“Guess I am!” Yakko replied, “now, why don’t we pick some apples, see how many we can sneak before your parents take them all for cider?”

“I like that idea.” Stevie smirked at Yakko.

Yakko and Stevie turned to the tree that Stevie picked the example apple from earlier and began to pick more apples from it, smiles on their faces. Yakko’s bad dream may have scared him, but now, he knew that even though the Stevie in his dreams abandoned him, the real Stevie would never do such a thing, and the real Stevie was what mattered.

[letters-from-alex]

Wednesday, May 17, 2023

Dear V,

I had to bury my dog this morning.

My dad barged into my room, "Bobby."

"Hmm. Wh-what's up, Dad?" I responded, disoriented and confused as to why he would wake me up so abruptly. The sun wasn't even out yet.

"Zoey's dead."

I let out a deep sigh. "Shit" was all that came out. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't expecting this, but she was twelve years old and very sick. She couldn't jump anymore because of her obesity. She couldn't go outside on her own through the doggy door. She'd wheeze and cough every half-hour and constantly have accidents inside the house. Last Friday, her wheezing and coughing got noticeably worse. "I'll call the vet today," my dad said. Later that afternoon he said, "Her appointment is on Wednesday." I couldn't help the immediate thought that washed through my brain: she's not going to make it by then.

I looked at the clock-- 6:31 AM. "Can you come and help me pick her up? I don't want your mom to see anything."

"Yeah. I'll be right there." He closed the door behind him as I sat up to find my shoes. I put them on and stepped out into the hallway that led into the dining room area. I turned to my right, straight ahead, in the living room, I could see my black dachshund laying lifeless just three feet from the backyard door. A memory of when I picked her up just when she was exactly six weeks old flashed before my eyes. I remember going to this woman's house. She would only breed dachshunds. My dad let me choose which of the three that were left that I wanted. I chose Zoey because she was the smallest of the three, but she still liked to put up a fight. And how when my dad was driving all of us back home and how she was so small that she fit in the palm of my hand. And how on that first night together, she insisted on sleeping with me instead of her own bed. She was so tiny that I thought I would turn over on top of her and suffocate her, but she found a sweet spot when she laid her entire body across my neck. I was surprisingly comfortable and slept soundly with her. My subconscious must have known she was there because I did not move once throughout the night.

"She didn't even make it to the door," my dad said with a low monotonous voice. I stayed silent. I didn't know what to say. She was laying in a pool of her own urine, mouth open, purple tongue glued to the ground, and a pile of stool at the end of her anus which was all I could smell.

My dad and I went into the kitchen to grab a trash bag and slip on some nitrile gloves. As we walked back to the living room, my dad noticed the bedroom light was on in his room. "Hold on to this," he said as he handed me the trash bag. "I'm going to tell your mother not to come out and leave the dogs in there." I nodded.

As he got my mom up to speed with what was going on, I took the time to be by Zoey's side. I caressed her body from head to abdomen and told her that I wished I could've been there for her while she took her last breath. It kills me a little inside that we were all asleep while she was dying. "You're not in pain anymore," I said, still petting her. "You're going to be okay. I'm going to be okay. And I already miss you, but I hope I see you again someday in my dreams." I choked up a little and held back my tears. "I love you, Zoey."

My dad walked up to us and put on his gloves. I mimicked his action. He took the bag from me and opened it up and laid it across the ground next to her. "Can you pick her up? I can't with my bad back." I cleared my throat. "Yeah."

I've had my fair share of dogs dying in my life, but this was the first one that I witnessed that wasn't laid to rest by the hands of a veterinarian and stuffed in a box so I wouldn't see the bodies. No, this one hit different. Picking her up, something so lifeless and such dead weight, made my heart clench. I had to support her neck as I lifted her, urine dripping off her body as I placed her on top of the bag. My dad closed it up, sighed, and asked me to open the back door as he carried her outside.

Walking up to the burial site was like a self-fulfilling prophecy. It's like we both knew where we were going without telling each other because it went without saying that she would be buried next to her siblings. And that's when all my bottled up emotions hit me like a tidal wave. Not only was I living in this moment, but I was living in two different exact moments from my past: March 26, 2011 and December 10, 2016. It's hard to explain the exact feeling. It was like living through déjà vu, but only it wasn't. It's like I could see myself from outside my body. I watched myself dig a hole for the third time.

My eyes got watery, but I didn't want to cry in front of my dad. And it wasn't because I was ashamed to cry or anything, but I thought if I did, then he would and I guess I was just trying to be strong for him. He was closer to her in the end than I was and even in this moment as I write this to you, I have no idea exactly how he's feeling. As much as I wish that we were closer than what we are, we're not. We don't ever ask each other how we're doing, but that's something I'm still trying to find the courage to do...

We stopped and laid Zoey down by her soon-to-be gravesite as my dad went into the shed nearby and grabbed a shovel. "I've got this. You go inside and clean up." I nodded in acknowledgment. I had a feeling he just needed his alone time to mourn.

I followed his direction, walked inside my house, and stepped toward the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies and a fresh pair of gloves. As I walked closer, I could hear my mom going through the cupboards. She turned to me, her face droopier than usual, her eyes puffier than normal. "Pobrecita," she said.

"Yeah. I know." I sighed.

I opened the cupboard underneath the sink to find the bleach, but as soon as I opened it, for a moment, I forgot what I was looking for. I ransacked the cupboard and couldn't find anything worth using.

"Are you looking for the bleach?" My mom asked.

"Yeah."

"It's right there, honey," as she pointed to a bottle right in front of me.

"Oh. Thanks."

I grabbed the bleach and turned around to grab a roll of paper towels and walked hastily back to the scene of the crime before my mom could try to console me which I knew would result in tears.

Once back, I stood there where she once laid, on this pool of urine and stool. I froze and thought to myself, this is the last time I'm ever going to have to pick up one of her accidents.

---

I don't mean to burden you with my day, V. You see, when tragedy strikes, I push people away. I keep to myself and I pretend like everything is okay even when I'm burning with sorrow on the inside because the last thing I want on a day like today is somebody feeling sorry for me-- to pity me and only make me feel better because "Oh. Poor Bobby lost his dog today. What should I do to make him feel better?" I can't handle that thought. And although I push friends away and I avoid phone calls and text messages, when tragedy strikes, I can't help but only want to talk to you, to be serenaded by your voice. I can't help but only want to be with you, to be blessed by your presence. I just can't help it and I fucking hate it.

I miss you so much V and someday one of us is going to be buried before the other. And if I die before you, I'll die wondering if you'll even care if I'm dead, much less go to my funeral. And if you die before me, you'll die never knowing how much I truly loved you even after everything you put me through. You won't know what it meant to me that I got to be with you for a short time of my life and yes I was upset for almost five years that you left without saying goodbye, but I don't hate you for it. I could never hate you. You left the way you did because you thought it was the best for the both of us. And maybe it was, but here I am, six years later still waiting for you, hoping we could go back to being friends instead of the strangers we are now.

It doesn't get easier... losing a loved one. No matter how many people or animals or things you've lost in your life... it just doesn't ever get easier. And I hate to admit, even after today, you're still the hardest thing I've lost in my entire life and I'm living in a constant battle of letting you go or waiting for you to come back. I never know what to do. Not when it comes to you.

I'm really sorry for all this. I haven't written to you in a very long time because I am trying my best to get over you, but you still cross my mind every fucking day no matter how much mental effort I use to push you to the back of my brain. If only it were that easy, right? Then I wouldn't be writing this letter to you and wasting my time on someone who doesn't even care to read this, much less check up on me to see how I'm doing.

still holding my breath, bobby

[gaxlayflower]

Underforest- Chapter 1

The last thing I remember was falling. Falling from the top of the wall that kept the monsters in, straight into their forest. At first, I just thought it would be cool to be on top of the wall. Hah, boy was I wrong. As the ground came rushing up to meet me, I thought I must have been pretty stupid to do this. And then, the world went black.

~~~~~~~

I woke up, in the middle of a bed of nightshade flowers. I looked around. I had landed in the middle of some ruins. Well this is new, I thought. There was a path leading from the nightshades into the forest. Might as well explore it, I thought as I walked into the forest that lay ahead of me. The next room seemed to be pitch black except for a small patch of grass on the floor. I walked on to enter the room. But then I heard some creepy laugh that would come from a maniac. I would immediately run back from where I come from trying to get my nerves together and saying to myself, do not be scared, just move past the pitch black room with that creepy laugh. I tried to walk through it, but just as I got to the spot of grass, a tiny purple and orange flower appeared in front of me suddenly. I screamed in fear as it tried to calm me. Wait, WHAT? The flower was talking.

“Yeah, I can talk, don’t act so surprised, kiddo!” the little flower said. I stared at it in amazement. “So you can talk?” I asked it.

“Yes.”

“This isn’t a dream?”

“No.”

At that point, I was already sort of freaked out, but this sealed the deal. “Please don’t panic. I would assume they don’t have talking flowers where you come from.” The flower said. “They really don’t,” I responded. Well this is complete bullcrap. “Well, I’ve got to get going. I want to get out of here,” I told the little flower. I tried to walk past it, but it reappeared right in front of me. “W-wait! I have to warn you.” The flower said. I squinted at it quizzically. “Are you lying?” The flower shook his head no. “There is a goat monster outside this room that could hurt you. You need to be able to defend yourself.” I shrugged. “Alright. Teach me.”

“So first, your soul. Your soul is the culmination of your very being! Without it, well, you won’t get very far, to be honest. Your soul starts out weak, but can become strong using LOVE.” I raised my hand. “What's LOVE?” The flower smiled. “Down here, it’s shared through little white… friendliness pellets.” The flower summoned three little petals behind it and shot some at me. “Move around, get some!” I, being the stupid child I was, decided to listen to this flower. I touched a flower petal, and instantly, pain shot through me. I heard the maniacal laugh that I heard earlier from the flower. “You FOOL. Do you really think that everybody in the forest is just going to help you?” The flower asked. I was stunned after I touched the flower petal. I shouldn't have trusted this flower. I said to myself. 

“You really think that these monsters will want to be friends with you when your civilization trapped them?” The flower laughed.”But don’t worry, for your reward for being an IDIOT… I will kill you and absorb your soul and then steal the other 6 souls and become GOD.” said the flower cruelly. Vines came out of the ground and then captured me and held me firm. Petals surrounded me and came closer very slowly, as if the flower knew that I couldn't escape and nobody would come and rescue me from the petals. But then I remembered that the flower said there is a goat monster outside of this room. 

I don’t know if they will come and help me but I have to try. I said to myself. I then prepared to say help very loudly as the petals closed in. “HEEELP!” I said very loudly trying to gain the goat monster in the other room's attention. The flower smile changed into a terrified face after he heard me scream. “SHUT UP!” The flower said. I prepared to scream again but one of the vines covered my mouth. I really wish this was a dream now. I said to myself after I saw the petals getting closer. I closed my eyes and waited for the petals to hit me. After a few seconds I heard fire and when I opened my eyes I saw a couple of fire balls blocking the petals. The fireballs, after blocking the petals, would disappear. A monster that I assumed to be the goat monster came closer and yelled “How dare you hurt an innocent child!. Leave this place now or else I will make you!”

 The flower laughed and said “Oh no, what are you going to do?” smiled the flower. “Are you going to spawn your weak fire attacks and hit me?” The flower began to laugh, not paying attention to the goat monster that was beginning to spawn a strong fire attack. “Fine, then I will make you leave.” said the goat monster. Before the flower knew what was happening, he was hit with 6 fireballs. The flower screamed in pain and his voice sounded like two different distorted voices screaming. "RRAAAAAAAaaaaaAaaaaaAAAAAaaarRgH!!" It screamed loudly. The goat monster picked me up and ran out of the room with me in tow. "No time to waste!" Previous First Next

[dontthrowsticksatme]

Life at Victoria Road five

Pairing: Drarry

Rating: T

Word count: 64k

Summary:

With nowhere else to go, a washed-up Harry Potter crashes on Draco Malfoy’s couch, disrupting the domestic life at this fresh dad’s two-bedroom, Muggle walk-up. From his spot on the couch, Harry watches Draco navigate the wonders of fatherhood. Draco, meanwhile, struggles to understand his urge to take care of his former enemy (it must be the paternal instinct).

(Note: this is not an addiction recovery fic. There is an addiction recovery side plot, but I don't know enough to do it justice.)

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Excerpt under the cut :)

Excerpt (960 words):

As Malfoy had promised, the three of them went shopping after breakfast. Scorpius got tucked into Malfoy’s vintage, baby blue pram, and Harry had to shiver in his ragged denim jacket, hunched in the autumn chill, feeling fragile. His head and his muscles still hurt. These days, his head and his muscles always hurt. He squinted against the bright, October sunshine.

Malfoy was whistling to keep the baby entertained. It was a mystery how he'd survived each time they went out, as he only had eyes for the kid instead of their surroundings. It seemed like he intuitively sensed traffic lights and stopped for them without looking. It wasn’t possible, but Harry couldn’t see Malfoy looking up at any point.

‘Potter is an ugly fart,’ Malfoy sang softly to the kid. ‘He makes rock bottom look like art. Remember not to break his heart, or he will surely fall apart. That’s why we all sing: Potter’s an ugly fart.’

‘That makes no sense,’ Harry pointed out, pressing the button for the traffic lights a few more times.

‘Potter looks like he’s in pain,’ Malfoy sang on. ‘That’s because he is insane. Better put him on a train, or on a chain, or he will make us all feel pain.’

Harry sighed.

Malfoy sniggered. ‘You used to get angry.’ He draped himself over the pram to leer at Harry. ‘When I insulted you.’ He seemed entirely comfortable in his tight, woollen jacket, buttoned up over a thin, baby blue sweater that was clearly carefully selected to complement his skin tone and eyes, perhaps even the pram.

‘Yeah…’

Malfoy smirked. Looking around at the blue sky and the orange tops of the trees, he simpered, ‘You missed me, didn’t you?’

The traffic lights turned green, so they walked. ‘Madly,’ grumbled Harry, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and kicking at a flattened coke can.

Malfoy laughed.

When they reached the other side of the road, Malfoy pushed the pram ahead of them. They strolled over to it and he pushed it again. ‘Such a bore, this pram... Imagine if it could fly. If Scorpius could fly around us at his own pace and look at everything around him, not just the stupid sky. Hello, baby!’ Malfoy had reached the pram again and bent over the side to press a kiss at Scorpius’ head. ‘Oh, aren’t you an ugly little fellow! You can’t do shit, can you? No! You can’t!’ Malfoy laughed and wearily pulled the pram behind him as if he were the teenager cleaning up the shopping carts at the local supermarket.

Harry decided to take over the pushing of the pram.

Malfoy immediately took his cue to walk ahead of them, straight-backed like a parade leader. ‘Potter shouldn’t be outside,’ he started chanting again. ‘The last time, all the babies cried. They cried and cried till past Yuletide.’ Malfoy jumped up to break off a branch of a tree and swung it around like it was a baton. ‘Tell the people far and wide, that Potter is out and ready to fight.’ At that last word, he unexpectedly lashed out at Harry with the stick. At least, he tried to, but Harry caught the stick and yanked it out of Malfoy’s hands, and Malfoy promptly covered his head, screaming.

It made Harry laugh.

Malfoy hipped over to Harry and grabbed the stick from him. Harry allowed it.

‘Have you breathed in properly, Potter?’ Malfoy demonstrated breathing deeply in and out a few times. ‘How nice it is – Oh Merlin!’ He froze in front of a shop window, voice high in panic.

‘What?’ Harry whirled around, flicking out his wand. ‘What?’

‘My hair is such a mess.’ As he checked himself in the reflection of the shop window, Malfoy pulled at strands of his white blonde hair, which had indeed grown to be quite long; Harry kept seeing him pushing and blowing it away from his face.

With a sigh, Malfoy resumed walking. Harry had trouble shifting gears and had only just come to a halt with the pram, but Malfoy didn’t care.

‘I really need a haircut, you know, but the last time I tried, that menace over there wouldn’t stop crying. I had to just go home after they had only just washed it. It was awful.’ He slowed down so he could tickle Scorpius’ belly. ‘Yes, I’m talking about you, you little loudmouth. You’re the reason daddy looks like Lady Diana, aren’t you?’

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at this. ‘That’s an awful thing to say! Princess Di was beautiful.’

Malfoy made an indignant sound as he straightened up to scowl at him, and sniffily took the pram back. Harry sniggered.

They passed a fruit and vegetable store that had most of the pavement covered in crates of fruit. On the corner, a small, green shop sold cigars; Harry didn’t even know that was still a thing. On the other side of the road, an all pink hairdresser – pink awning, pink sign, pink frames – had faded to blue-and-white pictures of hair models up in the windows. Nobody in the street seemed to be in a hurry. A few guys were sitting in plastic lawn chairs, watching the passersby, and further down the road two women were chatting on the corner of a street, one of them with a dog.

Harry liked it. The regularity of it all.

It had been a long time since he’d been shopping, sober and clean. Or that he'd been out and about before noon.

The morning sun worked hard to shine through the overcast sky. On the beech trees around them, the green-and-yellow leaves rustled in the breeze. The smell of autumn daybreak hung in the air and Harry felt like he was skipping school.

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Lucky Charm 2 (b.b)

Summary: the first day of training proves that no one should underestimate Kimberly, especially Rooster

AN: Second installment is here!!! There is more angst in this one, we get the flashback of Kimberly and Rooster’s fall out AND Hangman being an okay human

Also, i am SO bad at writing anything action related so these flying scenes are gonna be the death of me so I’m sorry and these chapters won’t be out this late, i just got a late start adding the tags and what not

Part 1

Kimberly arrived at the base the next day after a very restless night’s sleep. The conversation with Rooster shook her up a bit and then guilt started to set in.

Was she too hard on him? He realized his mistake and wanted to fix things, should she have listened? Then she remembered the feeling she got after the harsh words he said and then the guilt went away.

When she walked into the hangar, she spotted everyone already seated. The only empty seats towards the front were next to Hangman and Rooster. Who is the lesser of the two evils? The man who thinks she doesn’t deserve her spot or the man who broke her heart?

She chose sitting in the very back by herself instead. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she stared straight ahead at the large American flag that was suspended from the ceiling.

Kimberly could feel three sets of eyes on her; Hangman, who was smirking like he won something, Phoenix, wanting to make sure her friend was okay and Rooster. Who was looking at Kimberly in a way she couldn’t discern.

Admiral Bates approached the podium at the front of the hangar and began speaking about why they were all there. But Kimberly was staring holes in the back of Rooster’s head.

It angered her that he believed he could fix all of the things that went wrong between the two of them.

Kimberly wasn’t expecting Bradley to show up at her parent’s house that evening. Her parents were having dinner and all her siblings were over with their children. She was outside playing with her niece before dinner.

She was confused when she saw Bradley’s Bronco speeding up the driveway and it startled her. “What the hell?” She muttered out loud. She saw Bradley get out of the car and she could tell he was seething.

���Um, Charlotte, go inside and wash up. Tell grandma I’ll be in soon.” Kimberly told her niece.

Bradley stormed up towards the young woman, and shamefully to say, Kimberly was scared of him in that moment.

“What’s going on?” She asked. “You knew, didn’t you? Of course you did, you’re the fucking admiral’s daughter.” Bradley sneered. “What the hell are you talking about?” Kimberly questioned.

“Maverick pulled my papers! Why didn’t you tell me? Or at least give me a heads up?” He yelled. “What do you mean Mav pulled your papers?” Kimberly scoffed.

“Don’t act all innocent and try to lie. Ice tells you everything.” He snapped. “You think I knew?” She asked, hurt flashing over her face.

“You know what, this is done. I want nothing to do with you if this is how you treat your best friend. Maybe everyone was right; you’re handed everything because of your dad.” Bradley finished, turning to walk away.

Kimberly stood there stunned, trying to process what just happened. Bradley really believed that she knew about Mav pulling his papers?

He didn’t even let her explain. And all of the things he said to her? Acting all innocent, lying, he doesn’t want anything to do with her, her dad being the reason for her current success.

It hurt hearing her best friend say those things about her. “Honey? Are you okay?” Kimberly’s mother’s voice alerted her. “I, uh, I don’t know.” She answered.

“Clover? Clover are you okay?” She heard someone say, knocking her out of her daydream. Looking up, she saw Maverick standing above her and everyone being dismissed for training.

“What? Yeah, I’m okay.” She lied. “You know you can talk to me. I may be your captain first but I’m still your uncle.” He said. “Thanks Mav.” Kimberly replied with a halfhearted smile.

Kimberly took a deep breath and went out on the tarmac for the training exercise. The goal was for Maverick to see and test the limits of the “best of the best.”

“Hey Clover!” She heard. Kimberly turned around and saw Hangman jogging towards her. “What do you want Hangman?” She asked. “What’s the deal with Bradshaw and Maverick?” He asked. “I don’t really see how that’s any of your business. And why does everyone assume I know everything?” Kimberly replied.

“Because you usually do. So what gives?” Hangman said. “It’s not my place to say and it’s definitely not your place to ask. You don’t even like Rooster.” The woman said.

“Seems I struck a nerve. You know, I’ve heard the stories about you and Rooster. Penny and Mav aren’t exactly quiet talkers.” Hangman rebutted.

Kimberly rolled her eyes, growing frustrated with the topic and she needed to focus. If she was going to prove she deserved to be there, she needed to be on her A game.

“Hey, hey wait,” He stopped her, grabbing her elbow gently. “I know I give you a hard time for being Kazansky’s daughter but Rooster was wrong. You haven’t been handed anything.” Hangman said.

Kimberly’s facial expression softened, slightly, giving him a nod. He let go of her elbow and she walked to her plane. Unbeknownst to the two of them, Rooster had seen the interaction.

It made Rooster’s blood boil, seeing Hangman’s hand on her arm. But he had no right to feel that way.

“Hey, uh, Kazansky.” Rooster called. He watched her shoulder’s deflate as she turned around. “Do you need something, Lieutenant?” She asked. “Just be careful. And try not to make all of us look bad up there.” He said.

Kimberly look at him, no expression or emotion in her face. “You too.” She replied before turning to get in her plane. ‘That’s a start.’ Rooster thought.

Kimberly was Omaha and Yale’s wingman during the training exercise and Fanboy had to go and make things interesting. He bet Maverick that loser has to do 200 push ups. She hated push ups so she’d be damned if she lost.

“Alright, Clover. We could use some of that legend shit.” Yale commented as they awaited Maverick’s entrance. “Watch and learn boys.” Kimberly replied. From inside the rec room, the rest of the aviators were listening on the radio.

Rooster smirked at the sound of Kimberly’s confidence.

The two planes were waiting with baited breath when Maverick flew in between the two planes. “Holy shit.” Kimberly cursed, regaining control of her plane.

“Where is he, Yale?” Omaha asked his RIO. “Right behind us.” Yale answered. “Help us out, Clover. He’s right on us.” Omaha said. “I got you, I’m coming.” Kimberly replied.

She came up above Maverick’s plane, trying to get a lock on him and get tones. Maverick wasn’t a legend for nothing so the task was harder than it would be in any other circumstance.

It was touch and go, all three pilots trying their best to gain an advantage on the other.

Finally, Kimberly got good tones and took her shot. Right at the same time Maverick took his.

“Yale, Omaha, you’re dead.” Maverick said. “Hate to break it to you Mav, but so are you.” Kimberly announced.

From inside his plane, Maverick let out an entertained laugh. He knew if anyone could shoot him down it would be Kimberly.

“No fucking way.” Hangman commented in the rec room. “She just shot down one of the most legendary pilots in the Navy.” Coyote added. “Who do you think helped teach her how to fly?” Rooster said. “Still think she doesn’t deserve to be here?” Phoenix spoke, not to anyone in particular.

Hangman walked out of the rec room, his turn to fly next. Phoenix and Rooster exchanged a glance before Rooster made his own exit.

By the end of training, Rooster was at what should be a maximum amount of pushups. And with the stunt he pulled, doing the cobra maneuver with Maverick, going below the hard deck, Kimberly was pissed.

The woman walked out on to the tarmac as Hondo was leaving. Rooster was still doing push ups when she approached.

“What the hell is the matter with you? Are you trying to get kicked out?” She yelled, lightly kicking his hands out from under him causing him to fall.

“I thought you didn’t care.” He rebutted, sitting down arms resting on his knees.

“You get kicked out, you leave them with me and Hangman. And we both know I’ll kill Hangman before the week is even over. I get it, you hate me, you hate Mav, but leave this shit on the ground or you’ll get someone killed.” Kimberly rambled.

“I don’t hate you.” Rooster said. “I told you I wanted to fix things. I wouldn’t do that if I hated you.” He added.

Kimberly knew she couldn’t avoid the conversation any longer or act like a bitch to put it off.

“I get that, Bradley, I do but you don’t understand what you did. This wasn’t like you forgot to pick me up or scared off my high school boyfriend. You were my best friend and I thought I was safe with you,” She started. Rooster winced at the word thought.

She thought she was safe with him, meaning she didn’t feel that way anymore. And that drove the figurative knife in even deeper.

“Then you just decided and assumed I knew something that would hurt you and I didn’t say anything. You didn’t let me explain, you just yelled at me and said some really hurtful things. You have no idea how that felt. So you can’t just say sorry and it’ll erase what you did. I’m allowed to be angry and hurt but I don’t let that effect my job. There are other people here, people I care about. So take my advice and do not bring these issues with you and Mav up there with you.” Kimberly spoke.

Rooster could see that he really did hurt her, broke a piece of her that he didn’t know if he could mend. The woman walked away and Rooster stuck his and in the inside pocket of his flight suit.

Pulling out a distressed Polaroid of Kimberly. He kept it with him even after their falling out. It was a candid photo he took of her after she graduated college.

He remembered that day like it was yesterday because it was the last happy memory he had with her. All before he ruined it.

The picture made him feel safe and hopeful. Something that showed that he had someone to get home too, even if she despised him. It made him feel lucky and he needed to get that back.

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when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them | 2

characters: suna, akaashi, tsukishima

request: can we get the when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them for suna akaashi and tsuki?

warnings: nothing, just some kissing and a few possessive boys

notes: ahh my first request!! i’m happy that i wrote something that someone wanted more of haha <3

part one | part two

akaashi:

akaashi likes to have his shit together and he often overthinks things

which is why after concluding that if he finished all his work in one go he’d have more time to hangout with you, he decided to do exactly that

you offered to stay with him while he worked but he knew that you’d end up distracting him (not in a bad way or anything) and that he most likely wouldn’t finish his work on time

so you were temporarily banned from his place until he was done

but you were bored and pouty so you complained to bokuto, knowing he would understand your over-exaggerated reaction

he texted you immediately ‘whaaattt ?? i’m coming over right now!!!’

he showed up ten minutes later to your house, snacks in hand, ready to keep you company and playfully complain about your boyfriend and his best friend 

he insisted on sending him snaps of the two of you pouting at the camera, ‘how could you abandon this cute face, akaashi???’

his arm was wrapped around you and his face was smushed against yours but honestly he didn’t mean to make akaashi jealous, he was just being himself, completely playful and dramatic 

akaashi wasn’t planning on opening the messages since bokuto was always spamming him but when he took a five minute break, he opened them just in case they were important today 

when he saw his best friend practically cuddling you, his brows furrowed and a scowl made it’s way onto his face

since you and bokuto weren’t exactly expecting a response from akaashi, you went on to do other things, showing each other tik toks, and just chatting while you waited for him to finish up. 

it was about ten minutes later that you both heard the doorbell ring. you and bokuto both turned to each other, confused.

“did you order food?” you asked.

“no, i was gonna ask if you did? cause i’m starving––”

“well then who’s that...” you muttered to yourself as you got up to answer the door, bokuto cowering behind you, mumbling about if it was a murderer, phone in hand, ready to call the cops. you can imagine your surprise when you opened the door to find your boyfriend standing there, a scary serious look on his face. 

you blinked in shock, but before you could say anything, bokuto stepped in front of you. “hey hey hey! took you long enough buddy! i was keeping y/n company while you banned her from your house. how could you do that by the way––ow!”

your eyes widened as akaashi smacked bokuto’s head. “shut up bokuto. you can go now.”

bokuto pouted dramatically, “aw what?? we were about to order food,” he turned back to you. “right y/n?” 

suddenly the boy was yanked back and out of the house, a yelp jumping from his throat abruptly and akaashi was standing next to you. “you have food at your own house, why don’t you go there.” he shut the door without another word and turned to face you, ignoring the whining on the other side of the door. 

“what––what are you doing here?” you looked up at him, confused and slightly in awe as he placed his hands on your cheeks and tilted your head to look up at him, his thumbs rubbing your skin gently. 

“wanted to be with you.” he gave you a small smile but you responded with an adorable confused pout.

“but what about your work––”

“i’ll just do it tomorrow, it is saturday after all.” 

“hey when i said that you still insisted on working.” you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes curiously. “was it because bokuto was here?” 

he looked away, “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

you laughed. “you know you’re a terrible liar when it comes to me.” 

he slid his hands down to your arms and placed them around his neck before gripping your waist under your shirt. you gasped softly at the feeling of his fingertips against your skin and he smirked down at you. he leaned in until his lips were grazing yours. “again, i have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

before you could even think of a response, his hands were pulling you flush against him and his lips were on yours, taking your breath away. you moaned into the kiss and he groaned, his fingertips digging into your skin as he slid his tongue into your mouth expertly.

just as you got lost in his touch, you heard a small voice from outside. “so are you guys gonna let me back in?”

suna:

so suna is a lazy boy, we know that

and he likes to nap a lot

sometimes he’s just so tired that he forgets to text you before he naps

and today you’re supposed to hang out with him but around 3pm he stopped answering, so you knew he was taking his usual afternoon nap and if you went by his place, he wouldn’t be able to answer the door

so you decided to go out and get some snacks on the way to his house, planning to take your sweet time and let your boy rest

by coincidence, you ran into atsumu at the shop and he insisted on staying with you... and eating some of suna’s snacks 

it’s about a little while later that you make your way over to suna’s place, texting him to make sure he’s awake

when suna opened his door, the subtle smile dropped from his face when he realized you’re not alone. he raised a brow and looked over to his friend, “i don’t remember inviting you.” 

you pursed your lips, scolding your boyfriend’s bluntness. “suna–”

atsumu shrugged, a grin on his face. “i was keeping your girl company and thought i’d be a gentleman and walk her over here.” 

suna raked his eyes over atsumu lazily, clearly unamused. “yeah thanks. you can go now.” 

the blonde pouted dramatically. “oh what? come on, you’re not gonna invite me in?” he put his arm around you and gave you puppy dog eyes. “come on y/n, convince him for me?” 

you managed to turn for a split second to realize how close he had gotten to you before you were pulled out of his arms and into the warmth of the house. you blinked and suddenly you were under suna’s arm, facing a wide-eyed atsumu. 

next thing you know, the door was shutting in his face. you turned to suna and he simply shrugged and took the bag from your hands. “you brought snacks,” he smirked. “you’re the best.” he put it down on the table and tilted his head as he looked down at you curiously, trying to seem nonchalant, but his narrowed eyes gave him away. “why were you with him?” 

you tried to hide your smirk as you answered him. “went to get you some snacks while you were asleep and ran into him at the shop.”

his eyes reduced down to slits as he watched the playful look in your eyes. “why?” you smiled. “were you jealous?” 

he walked over to you slowly and slid his hand up to your neck, gripping it softly but firmly as he tilted your head up towards him. he made a show of trailing his eyes down from yours to your lips and keeping them there, making your breath hitch in anticipation. 

“less talking, more moaning.” he pressed his lips against yours possessively and had you melting and giving in immediately. whatever he wants, he gets. you knew that better than anyone.

tsukishima:

if you don’t believe that tsuki is a dry texter or that he would leave your ass on delivered for several days––i have some news for you

so let’s say it’s a saturday afternoon and while normally you hang out with tsuki basically every weekend, you also know that he was in a pissy mood earlier so you let him cool off

you text him after a little while, asking if you could come over in the middle of your usual tik tok spam and he opens the text, only to leave you on read (only seeing the tik toks, not the actual message)

you just brush it off, thinking he’s still in a mood and decide to find someone else to hangout with

that person just so happens to be tadashi

you two had gotten closer ever since you started dating tsuki so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to spend time together

it’s just that normally it would you, tadashi and tsuki

so you can imagine your boyfriend’s surprise when he opens snap to see you and his best friend smiling on your story

he frowns but tries not to let it get to him (spoiler, he fails)

when an hour has passed by and you still haven’t texted him or anything he gives in and messages you first, a blunt ‘when are you coming.’ 

you take that as a sign that he finally wants you to come over and since you and tadashi were ready to wrap things up, you make your way over to your boyfriend’s house

almost as soon as you knock on the door, it’s pulled open and you look up to see tsuki looking down at you, his brow raised. it’s silent for a few seconds and you tilt your head in confusion, why did he look annoyed?

before you could say anything he spoke up, “tadashi’s not with you anymore?”

you shook your head. “no––oh i’m sorry should i have invited him?”

he scoffed only confusing you further and without another word, he took your hand and pulled you into the house. still silent, he took your jacket for you and put your shoes away as well. you smiled up at him when he stood up straight and you could see the slight blush he was trying to hide.  

he walked ahead to sit on his couch and you followed, choosing to sit with a little space between the two of you, since he hadn’t seemed to cool off completely yet and you knew how much he valued personal space. little did you know, you were only making things worse. 

he stared at you, brows furrowed and you stared back, eyes curiously wide. “why are you all the way over there?” 

you smiled and got up to sit in his lap, feeling satisfied as he opened his arms up for you to get settled. you kissed his cheek and looked at him. “i know i saw you yesterday, but i missed you today, you know?” 

he rolled his eyes, “yeah sure.” 

“don’t roll your eyes at me,” you laughed. “you’re the one who didn’t wanna hang out with me.” 

he paused. “what are you talking about?”

“i asked you if i could come over and you left me on read.” you played with his hair mindlessly as you spoke. “but it’s okay, i know you get cranky sometimes.” you smiled fondly but he was serious as ever.

“i didn’t leave you on read?”

“yeah you did.” you tilted your head. “i thought you did it on purpose.” he frowned and you took your phone and scrolled through your conversation, before showing him the text you’d sent hours before. he read over the text and blinked a few times before looking away. he tightened his hold around you slightly. 

“i’m sorry... i didn’t see.” 

you put your hand on his cheek and made him look up at you. “aw baby is that why you’ve been so moody since i got here? you thought i didn’t wanna spend time with you?” 

he swallowed as he looked into your eyes, the vulnerability he was trying to hide in his gaze telling you everything you needed to know. “tsuki, you know i always wanna be with you.” you smiled and pressed your lips against his for a gentle kiss which he clearly appreciated. his hand gripped your thigh firmly as his other arm pulled you closer to him to prolong the kiss. 

when you pulled away, he looked up at you. “do you think...you could stay over tonight?”

he tried to keep a nonchalant and unbothered exterior but once you agreed and gave him that precious smile, he couldn’t stop the small smile that spread on his face, even if he tried. 

[imaddicted2hs]

One shot!

YES YOU READ IT RIGHT!!! I wrote a one shot i have wanted to since forever. i know it moves a bit fast but then again, im improving!! i really hope you like this because personally, i love it.

Trope- friends to lovers

Word count- 3,817 freaking words!!! ikr??

Warnings- angst, fluff, not loving the cute body :(

Happy reading!

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[Not proofread so ignore the errors please]

He is perfect. His smile, his voice, his hair, his songs. Everything about him is so addicting that it becomes impossible to not fall for him. Even his effortless actions makes my head dizzy. His vulnerable state is what assures me that he is real and his joyful mood is my favourite.

A loud voice calling my name breaks me from my trance. Dammit. I was thinking about him again and I lost track of time. I shake my head as I wobbly try to stand. He is my bestfriend for God's sake. We have been friends since we learned how to speak our first words. At the age of seven I remember the first time I felt something more than a friendly spark inside me at the sight of the curly headed boy. As he worriedly looked at my scraped knee and kept on assuring me it was just a tiny little scar and I must not let it affect me, I felt no burn because of the wound, no. I was too distracted by his presence. After that day, not a single day passed when I didn't think of him as something more than a friend. Everytime he would stand close to me or touched me, my stomach ached because of the amount of butterflies I felt. I heard my name again and this time louder. It has to be the beer. As I try to squint my eyes for a better view of the shore I see Max waving his hand up in the air, begging for my attention and signaling for me to come over. I sigh as I start to walk slowly and not so straight. "Where have you been tonight? You are physically here with us but your mind? It's wandering some other place today, wassup?" "Nothing." I whisper slowly, letting the faint noise of the waves and the bonfire fill the silence. "Nothing." He eyes me up and down because he knows I'm lying. But he let's it slides as he decides to stare ahead because I'm too drunk to give sensible answers. "You know, I wonder what does the voice inside my head sounds like." I say randomly, sluttering a bit. "Alright, it's time to go home. You're drunk out of your mind and you have to go to your friend's baby shower tomorrow." Max grips my hand tightly and starts to drag me with him as I try my best to match his pace without falling flat on my face. "Hey hey, slow down a bit, it looks like she's about to fall any minute now." It's him. Finally away from that girlfriend of his. I slowly look up to meet his eyes. "Woah you're drunk." His voice is raspier than usual and I can't think of any response. "Exactly. And that's why I'm taking her home so see you later dude." Befor Max can start dragging me again Harry interrupts him. "All your friends will miss you, go hang out with them instead. I can drop her, I'm heading out anyways." I can see a hopeful glint in his eyes as we both wait for Max's response. "Okay sure yeah thanks. Bye you guys, drive slowly it's dark." I flash Max a sloppy smile as he hugs me tightly. "Bye" I weakly mumble as I see his tall figure walk away from us. "So, shall we?" "We shall." His grin is as wide as mine and I feel the warmth in my belly yet again.

He opens the door for me and I can't look him in the eyes. It's like a spell he has on me. We sit in silence as he starts the car. The air causes my hair to lightly tickle my face as I decide to glance outside the window and the view is mesmerising. It's kind of hard to believe that I have been visiting this beach since I was 8. An unforgettable incident is linked with this place. I was 11 or 12 when I went to a camp for the first time. Harry was there. And just like any cliché we played games and laughed our hearts out until that one game every teen loves to play came up. Spin the bottle. I can't help but smile silly at the memory. Whenever anyone touched the bottle and gave it a spin, my heart would race so fast because Harry sat opposite to me and how badly I wanted the bottle to land between me and him. Unfortunately I didn't get to kiss him that night. But my favourite part was when we were on our way back and he kept teasing me as a joke about how bad I wanted the bottle to point at him and me. Little did he know, I truly did want it to. He has always had a way with his words and it makes me go feral. Another day that I'll never forget is my 16th birthday, the year he had already turned 17. It wasn't my best birthday because I found out my friend was just using me and my boyfriend dated me to just get back to her ex. Yeah not the best birthday at all. But there was something, more like someone, that didn't make it the worse one either. Harry. He stayed up all night with me, sang me songs, even baked me a cake. There is a reason why I'm 21 today and still in love with him. And there is a reason why it stings to see him happy with a girl that is not me. Someone prettier than me, skinnier than me. The amount of tears I have shed to be her are unmeasurable. Her waist- the abrupt stopping of the car breaks my thought cycle. I'm not getting wasted again. "Are you okay?" he askes softly looking at me. I nod gathering up my stuff and keys. "I'll help you get in come on peach." There. That stupid, lovely, idiotic nickname. It goes way back. I was 9 and it was his 10th birthday. I wore a short, shiny peach colour dress. One look and it was his favourite. According to him, that colour represents my aura and that's why he wanted to call me peach. "Sit there, I'll bring you some water." I stare at him as he walks around my small kitchen. "Movie night?" I ask him. "No not tonight y/n, you need to wake up early remember?" "Yeah" I sigh disappointed. Every Friday we have our movie night tradition and it's my favourite part of the week without any doubt. "Where is Cataline?" "She headed back home because her brother came home a day before he was supposed and he wanted her help." I hum in response. "There, drink it and you need to head to bed. Big day tomorrow." He has a killer smile. And those soft dimples are priceless. "I don't want to go Harry. We are all supposed to bring dates and I don't have any. It's just embarrassing." "Why didn't you ask me? You know I'm always down to hang out with you." He's right. No matter what, he's always happy to assist me to these events. "You're kidding me right? Cataline won't be more than 'happy'. She already hates me enough." I say putting an emphasis on happy. She hates me with all her guts and it's true. "No she does not hate you. And you're my bestfriend so she really doesn't have much say in whether I should hang out with you or not. Plus she's going to be busy for like a week anyway." I squint my eyes at him as I try not to fall asleep right there. "Kay, well can we talk about this later? I'm like extremely sleepy and wasted and tired and bored and-" "Okay okay got it." He chuckles. His laugh is so cute. I stand up from the couch as he follows me to the door. "See ya tomorrow yeah?" I nod enthusiastically as I move forward to hug him. "I'll text you if I want you to go with me H." "Sure thing. G'nite now peach." I'm smiling ear to ear as he walks away. He owns the right to decide my mood.

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H-Pick you up in 30?

I look at the two dresses in front of me, puzzled and doubtful, are these even appropriate? It's an extremely fancy event for a baby shower not gonna lie, but then again. My friend was born rich. Private jets, housemaids kind of rich. So yes there is a need to meet the standards. But both the dresses are my favourite and it's hard to choose. I pick my phone up as I decide whether I should ask Harry to tag along or not. I settle with yes and I don't hesitate to message him and also send the pictures of the dresses laid out in front of me. One is totally white and one is a shade of red. I wait for his response as I start straightening my hair. Having curly hair isn't the luckiest thing at all in my opinion. The hair is always frizzy and there are just not enough hairstyles that look good. As the time passes, I hear my phone ping and I don't waste a second to grab it. It's him.

Y/N-Yes! Thanks

H-Also. I like both of them ofc but if you will put the red one, we will be matching peach;)

I leave his last message on read. Should I wear red? Maybe I should. The idea of matching outfits with him makes me giddy in the inside. I open up my drawer and start rummaging around in search of some earrings. In no time as I start doing some final touches and apply my gloss, I hear a faint knock. It's time. I open the door and he's standing there, looking as pretty as always. I realise I'm checking him out and I glance at his face just to realise he's doing the same. Our eyes meet and he shows off his famous smirk. "You wore red." He whispers. "I did. And we should leave too or else we will be a late. You know I'm not a big fan of it." He nods in response. I put on my heels and step outside. As I turn around to lock my door. He hugs me from behind and I stiff up. His arms wrap around my stomach and I can feel his hard chest at the back of my head. My breath gets hitched as he whispers something in my ear and his soft lips gaze my left cheek. I think he said I looked pretty. When he steps back I release the breath I didn't know I was holding. I'm one second away from melting in my shoes. How the heck am I supposed to reply to that when I turn around. I can't meet his eyes as I say mutter a "you too" while walking towards the car. This is going to be long drive.

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"Why are you nervous peach?" His voice fills my ear as soon as the group of 'first time mommys' walk away. "What else do you expect?" I grab my drink. "They all kept babbling about baby stuff. Like seriously? Come on ladies stop being so heartless." I snicker. "You really didn't want to come then huh?" "No it's just. Ugh. This friend group of mine is a bit older than me so we have like nothing in common. It's hard to make conversations without feeling I lack common sense." I look at him and his eyes are furrowed as he is staring at his phone. "What happened H, you okay?" I wait for his response. "Apparently Cataline's brother went to hang out in a bar so now she wants me to come over. I just told her I'm with you and I can't leave so she's again making me choose." I look at his phone, speechless. When it strikes me I ask him "What do you mean again?" He sighs. His face tells he didn't want to say that. "Nothing it's just. Last night I left because she made me choose. I'm so sorry I lied she just really needed me and-" "And I didn't?" I interrupt him. "We do movie nights every week why are you being like that?" I scoff at his response. He has to be kidding. "Really? It's the ONLY night we spend together. She always has you Harry. Always. Not once I asked you to leave your date and come to me because I got fired. Yes, before you ask I got fired and I needed nothing more than a friend but I knew you had a date and I didn't want to make you choose. But I guess even if I had mentioned you would have chosen her." I inhale a shaky breathe as I try to stop the tears from flowing. "From meeting daily we went to meeting once in a week because of her and I never told you how hurt I was. And now she is taking away that too and you are letting her? I can't do this," I start to walk away but he follows me "I can't do this anymore. Go to her she NEEDS you again, I don't mind passing this time alone." "But Y/N I-" "Harry stop. I don't really care. Just leave." This time again I can't look at his face but the reason is different. He's not my favourite person right now and I'm deeply hurt. So there's barely a chance that I'll look at his face and not burst into tears. "Let me call you an uber atleast. You dont have to stay here." "I want to. I'll get a ride. Stop worrying Harry bye." He doesn't move. He just stands there staring at me hoping I will look at him and say "it's fine I don't mind" like I always do. This time he doesn't get that satisfaction. He sighs in disappointment. I watch him walk away and that's when my tears flow uncontrollably. I hate this. I should have known. I should have known that he will never love me the way I love him. I drink the rest of the wine in one go. It's impossible to have only good memories but the thing is, lately nothing had triggered them to pop back in my mind until now. The bitter feeling in my chest increases at the thought of them. I walk out of the ceremony without bidding goodbyes because if anyone saw my face they would know I cried. I walk outside mindlessly and an empty cafe caches my eye. I start to make my way towards it. It's better than crying openly on a lonely road.

The jingling sound is calming as I push the wooden door open. I order a coffee and take a seat in the corner. It hits me again and my vision gets blurry again. It's the saddest memory of him. It was buried deep inside somewhere but his walking away brought it back. It was his 15th birthday and he said he didn't want to do anything special so me being me, I setup a game, hot bath tub and made a cake. I was so excited to tell him how I felt and spend the night with him but alas. Only if things always went as planned. I called him, gushing about how I made a cake for him and had some plans. But guess he had plans of his own. He didn't even give me his undivided attention like I did. He was too busy giggling with someone in the background. When he excused himself finally, to listen to what I had to say, my throat was tight, I was sobbing and I felt useless. I dismissed him by saying it's nothing and my mum was calling. I wallowed in self-pity because he was spending his time with his crush while I cried till one in the morning thinking about mine. I cleaned it all up eventually and went to bed. Next morning when I sat in my backyard, doing my hair, he appeared out of nowhere, smiling ear to ear. He sat opposite to me and went on and on about how amazing his birthday was and how he spent the night with her. They even kissed. That day I realised two things. First, I'm extremely good at face expressions and I could try out for dramatics. And second, well he's pretty. He deserves pretty girls with pretty bodies and unrealistic faces. Not someone like me. After our time in the backyard, I ran back inside and I cried looking at my reflection. I started starving myself and it was going just fine for 4 days until my dad noticed that something was wrong. I won't talk to him so he went to Harry and told him about how I never came down for dinner or breakfast with the excuse that I already ate. That's why when I was forcing myself to work out, he knocked at my door out of the blue. I barely saw him for 4 days because when I had time, he was busy with her and when he was free, I wasn't there. I stared at him, surprised and confused, because he held a plate full of everything in front of me. He told me only once to eat and that too in a stern voice. I was at loss of words. I had no choice other than to listen to him. I painfully ate it and not once he moved his eyes away from my face. It was too hard to focus but I was my stubborn self too and I didn't say a word. It was no surprise, neither to me nor to him that I finished the whole plate. I had barely eaten for 4 days. As I swallowed my last bite, he stood up and his eyes showed an emotion I couldn't read but I very clearly heard his words. "You hurt me y/n." I understood him with no doubt and it hit hard. He went on and on about how I'm not supposed to change myself for anyone else. If they didn't accept me as I'm they didn't deserve me. He even begged me to tell him the name of the person that made me do all this. Everything inside me wanted to tell him to shut up and it was him but I didn't. I didn't utter a single word. At last he just stood up, kissed my forehead and whispered me the words I never forgot. "You are enough to me. And you deserve everything good in this world." He left and I just stared at the wall in front of me for who knows how long. He- "Here's your coffee ma'am," I look up "anything else you would like?" "No thank you." I give him a half forced smile and I pick my phone up to book myself an uber.

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As I open the door to my house, I look for Hazel's number in a hurry. I sigh in relief as I hear it ring. As soon as it answers I don't give a second for her to answer. "He is so bad Hazel." I start to sob. "He left me AGAIN for her. Why do I never let the hope die. He will never want me. I have been in love with him since forever but he's too blind. Why?" I cry. I cry ugly. "You should kick his ass," I sniffle "and punch him like you say. You are so right. He doesn't deserve me. And this is also your saying, mixed signals means red flags. He's a walking red flag then. First he will make me-" hiccup "first he will make me flushed, grabbing me softly and then. Then the next minute he will just walk away. Remind me again why have I loved him since I was 7" All the time while I keep ranting I get only hear random shuffling and background noises because she knows better. I'm not a fan of being interrupted when I'm talking about him. I talk to her for what feels like hours and I start to feel so much better. "He even" I yelp as I hear my front door open. "Who's there!" I shout in terror. "Hazel I think someone just entered my house." I whisper to her as I walk sneakily towards the entrance. "I hear shuffling oh my- ahhh" I feel someone pull me towards him and in that very second I feel like it's my last moment when I'm alive, breathing, but instead of a knife or a gun I just feel feather like lips on mine and I drop my phone. My eyes are wide as I let him kiss me harshly, holding my body close to his. It's Harry. Only he smells like this. I slowly start copying his moves and he pulls away grabbing my face. "My idiot peach. You called Harry not Hazel. It's not surprising to hear that I'm a dick and that she wants to hit me. But it's extremely surprising to know that you have loved me forever." I look at him embarrassed and regretting the past fifteen minutes. I want to hide in a cave. "I have loved you since I was six y/n. Just six. But I thought you never loved me." His eyes are full of life and need as he is speaking the words which are extremely hard to comprehend. "The amount of time we wasted. Every single time I looked at you, I wanted nothing less than your lips on mine. Only if I had known."

I.

Love.

You.

I hope you liked it!

He says every word breathlessly between the kisses. "I'm so sorry my love. I'm so sorry. You were right, I broke up with her as soon as I reached home. I will never choose anyone over you peach, anyone." I tightly wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. I kiss him hard yet soft, I kiss him harsh yet slow. "My toes hurt. You are really tall." He chuckles. I squeal as he pushes me on my couch and climbs over me. "You are my cute little peach. Come to a date with me and let me make up for all the time lost." He mutters as he kisses all over my face. "Okay okay, I love you." "Me more. I was six when I fell for you." He smiles sheepishly I shove his chest lightly but he doesn't budge. He just lays beside me there, holds me tightly as I babble about all the moments I fell for him harder.

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Bound to You: Chapter Two—Tears of Gold

“I hope you feel what I felt when you shattered my soul.” - The Walters 

Summary: In the aftermath of Tom’s betrayal, (Y/N) begins to feel more and more out of place at court. Nikki and Dom do what they can to push Tom to make the right choice regarding his marriage. (Y/N) is forced to face the girl in the mirror, and it’s safe to say that she doesn’t like her.

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: depression, anxiety attack, displays of grief, belated grief, suicide attempt (kind of?), angst, swearing, domestic abuse (kind of?)

a/n: this chapter deals heavily with depression and dark themes along those lines. please only read what you are comfortable with and take notice of the warnings ^

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist 

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“God damn it,” Tom muttered as he walked down the halls of the castle, “you’re so fucking stupid,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “stupid, stupid, stupid…” 

Tom grumbled the whole way to your chambers, cursing himself for the stupid decision he made. 

When he made it to your door, she saw Ivy, loyally stationed outside of it. He ignored her and reached for the handle but she held her arm out, intercepting him. 

“Her grace wishes to be alone right now,” Ivy informed him. 

“It’s fine,” Tom assured, “I just need to talk to her.” 

“I believe she just went to bed,” Ivy said, “I can let her know that you stopped by.” She crossed her arms and strategically positioned herself directly in front of your door.

“Look, Ivy right?” Ivy nodded. “I’ve been having a super, awful, terrible night. Probably the worst I’ve ever had in my whole twenty years of existence. And (Y/N), well, she’s just so… compassionate and… kind. I could really use her help to soothe me.” The words sounded sour in Tom’s mouth, but he persisted and mustered the best dashing smile he could. “And she’s going to be my wife, so I should really take this time to talk to her and get to know what an amazing person she is.” 

“She is an amazing person,” Ivy agreed, “and you should get to know that,” She said sharply, peering at Tom with daggers in her eyes like she knew the whole story already. Tom gulped, “but as I said before, her grace would like to be alone.” 

“I thought you said she was asleep?”

“I said what I said. Good night, your grace.” Ivy snapped, looking straight ahead, past Tom again, paying no more mind to the reddening of his face.

“Fine,” Tom sighed, “if you could just tell her that I’m sorry. And—and that I want to try too. I never meant to hurt her, I was just so stressed and hurt by what she had said earlier—I wasn’t thinking clearly, but that’s no excuse. We’re going to be married and I need to act like a proper husband. I’m gonna do my best to be someone who is worthy of the crown and of a wife as… passionate as her. But I can’t do it on my own, I need her to put her best foot forward too. Can you tell her that? Please?” 

“If I can remember all those words.” Ivy shrugged, “good night, your grace.” 

Tom let out a long, sad sigh, “Yeah, yeah, good night.” he sulked as he walked back to his chambers. 

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“Tom,” Harrison nudged his arm, “are you even listening to me?” 

Tom was poking his eggs and pastries around with his fork, not yet taking a single bite, but just moving the food around into a gooey mess of food, “Yes, Haz,” he sighed, “I’m listening.” 

“Okay, then what did I say?” 

“Something dumb, probably…” Tom mumbled. 

Harry entered the room with a spring in his step, humming a tune and practically skipping towards the chair beside Tom. 

Tom jumped up and pushed the chair in, holding it there with his hip, “absolutely not.” He said pointing to the chair across the table for Harry to sit, “I’m saving this for (Y/N).” 

“That’s so sweet of you, Tom,” Nikki gushed, nudging Dominic with her elbow, “isn’t that sweet of him?” 

“Yes, dear,” Dominic smiled, “the sweetest. It’s nice to see you taking the initiative to have a good relationship with your fiance.” 

“Yes,” Tom nodded, sitting back in his chair, “well I’ve realized that she is a… lovely girl, and I could grow very fond of her… in time.” 

“You’re only saying that because she caught you with Lizzie—” Harrison began, but Tom jabbed him hard in the side, quickly shutting him up. Dom and Nikki didn’t seem to catch it, but Harry did and scoffed, making his disgust quite clear. 

“I can’t wait to show (Y/N) my new sword,” Paddy said, beginning to pull the heavy metal out from under the table but earning a loud chorus of “no!’s” from his family he solemnly put the sword back under the table, “why not?”

“Paddy,” Nikki chided gently, “we’ve talked about bringing weapons to the table. What’s the rule?”

“No weapons when the ladies are present.” Paddy recited glumly.

“That’s right,” Nikki nodded, “now finish your strawberry tart.”

Tom waited anxiously for you to come down and enjoy breakfast with the rest of the family, but the longer he waited the less likely it seemed that you would come down. Until finally, you came down with Ida escorting you, clinging to your side.

“(Y/N)!” Tom smiled when he saw you. He jumped up from his chair to hold the one beside him out for you, “Good morning, love,” he chirped, giving you the best, most charming smile he could muster. “Great weather this morning, innit?”

“Mhm,” You nodded, passing the chair he held open for you and opting to sit next to Harry and Paddy instead. “Ida, please join us.” You motioned to the chair Tom was holding out. 

Tom gave Ida a small smile when she sat and sunk back into his chair. 

“Thank you for letting me have breakfast with you, your grace,” Ida said quietly, “it is an honor.” 

“Oh shush,” You smiled, “it pleases me to have you here as my equal for a moment.” 

“Ahem,” Tom cleared his throat, “so (Y/N), love, would you like to—”

“Please don’t call me that,” You interrupted him. Tom furrowed his brows and tilted his head, “just don’t.” 

“Um, o-okay, well—um, would you like to accompany me on a walk around the gardens. I heard it’s going to be sunny and warm today, so perhaps a light dress and shawl, in case there’s a breeze—”

“Thank you for the offer but Harry,” You turned to the boy beside you, “how about we go on a ride and catch up? I haven’t talked to you much since I arrived and I missed you so terribly when I was in France.” 

“R-Really?” Harry sputtered, choking a bit on his orange juice, “I m-mean sure. Yes, absolutely. I’d love to go on a walk with you.” 

“Ride, div,” Tom grumbled. 

“Even better,” Harry nodded, “I’ve got this amazing mare, she’s white and her name is Princess, she’d be perfect for you, (Y/N).” 

“Okay,” You nodded, “so it’s settled. After I wash up and change into riding clothes, we’ll meet by the stables?”

“Yes, it sounds like a plan.” Harry smiled, before leaning in, “I missed you too by the way. If I’m being honest, I was so thrilled when I heard you were returning. Then I found out you were marrying Tom, and that was… a bit annoying. But I am glad you’re back. I can’t wait to catch up.” 

“Yes,” you agreed, looking at Tom, “it is quite annoying.” You said the last word with cool, collected, piercing venom and a hint of sadness. It hurt Tom, but he surmised that that was the point.

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Tom knocked on the door of his father’s study after being summoned by him. “Come in,” Dominic said gently from the other side. 

“Father,” Tom greeted, “you wanted to see me?” 

Nikki was also in the room, giving Dom a shoulder rub to help soothe the ache in his shoulders and calm his nerves. 

“Thomas,” Nikki gave him a warm, motherly smile, “you know how much your father and I love you, right?”

“Yes, of course.” 

“So you also know that we’ll be the first to call you out on your bullshit,” Dom deadpanned, lowering his spectacles. 

“What…?”

“Tom,” Nikki sighed, “we see how hard you’re trying—”

“—and it’s very admirable—” Dom added.

“But we can’t help but notice at breakfast—”

“—and since she’s been here—”

“That you and (Y/N) don’t click.” 

“Well, I’ve tried,” Tom defended, “you both saw me trying this morning—”

“Yes, but, Thomas,” Nikki held her hand up, shushing him. “I always held out hope for you and (Y/N), because, besides the constant fighting and bickering, you both had a fire in you that matched each other perfectly. You two spend so much time firing your venom at each other, you fail to realize how powerful you two could be as a unit. But today, well today I lost that hope.” 

Tom’s heart dropped when his mother spoke those words. She looked so disheartened and disappointed in him and it made him feel like an idiot. It felt the same as when you caught him the night before, except now it was his mother looking at him like that. A woman who’d spent the better part of her life constantly loving and supporting him, making sure he was prepared for the world ahead of him, and now he had disappointed her. 

“Thomas,” Dom chimed in, “we know you and (Y/N) clash, but she’s been through so much. And usually, we see this fire in her, completely unmatched and fueled by the hardships she’s overcome, but this morning, she didn’t look at you with fire, venom, or passion. She looked at you with unrelenting disappointment. And we all know that disappointment is a deeper, dirtier hole than disgust.”

“And let’s be honest here, Tom,” Nikki gave him a sad smile, “you haven’t been the most compassionate to her in the past, and you most certainly aren’t now. You’ve lost your way and you’ve forgotten to be the boy—the man—we’ve raised you to be.” 

“Do everything in your power to make things right, son.” Dom instructed, “I’m old and not long for this world. I’m leaving it all to you and her. I trust you both to make the right choices, fight the right battles, and find love within each other. Stop half-assing your apologies and doing the bare minimum for her to make up for how you’ve behaved—be a good person, unrelenting good, and the rest will fall in place. I don’t want to leave here uncertain about how you will progress this country in my absence.” 

“I will try,” Tom nodded, “I want to be a good husband, and I haven’t lost my way, mother. She just—she brings out a side of me that I never realize is there until it’s already out.” 

“You are a good man, Tom,” Nikki walked over and placed her hands on her son’s cheek. “You are a good man and you will be a good husband. But that isn’t done without effort.” 

“Son,” Dom motioned for Tom to sit on the chair across from him, “why don’t you and I talk for a moment. Man to man.” 

Tom looked at his mom hesitantly, but she simply nodded and pressed a kiss to his forehead, “I have some business to attend to anyway. The wedding is in three days and there’s still lots to be done.” 

Tom sat in the chair as Nikki left the room, leaving her son and husband to converse amongst themselves. 

“Now tell me what it is you can’t say in front of your mother,” Dom said, pouring himself a glass of wine.

“There’s nothing—”

“Don’t hold out on me, boy,” Dom chuckled, “I can see it in your eyes. You’re holding back the truth, the full story as to why (Y/N) was so sour at breakfast.” 

“Father, it’s—”

“Tell me,” Dom said sternly, “that’s an order from your king.” 

Tom shook his head and let out a weak chuckle, “She um—well, she caught me with Lizzie.” 

“Elizabeth? Lord Farley’s daughter?” 

“Yes sir,” Tom looked ashamed at hands clasped in his lap. “(Y/N) and I had gotten into a fight at the chapel, and she just—god, she makes me so angry. She said I wasn’t fit to wear the crown or be king—she—she—I can’t even talk about it without getting sore.” 

“Well, what did you say to cause her to say that?” Dom inquired, pouring a glass of wine for his son. 

“N-Nothing really—”

“By God,” Dom sighed, “you said something awful, didn’t you?” 

“I threatened to strike her…” 

“Thomas!” Dom looked at his son with shock ebbed on his face, “Why in god’s name would you—”

“I don’t know!” Tom groaned, “she was making me so frustrated and she—she always says such awful things to me and she hit me that one time, remember?” 

“Tom,” Dom pinched the bridge of his nose, “you are acting like a child. I do not want to leave this country to a child.” 

“I know, father,” Tom sighed dejectedly, “I know, I’ve disappointed you.” 

“Yes,” Dom agreed, “you have, but you have plenty of ways to make it up. (Y/N) is not easy, but she is your fiance, and she will be worth it. It may be a lot of work and effort, but she will be worth it, son. That is a promise.” 

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“Wow,” you pet the white mane of the mare Harry had saddled for you in awe, “she’s gorgeous.” 

“Yes, well she’s yours if you want.” Harry smiled, “Consider it a welcome home gift.” 

“Really?” You looked at Harry, “that’s so sweet, thank you. You were always one of my favorite parts about court.” 

“You were one of mine too.” Harry smiled. 

The castle grounds had acres and acres of land to ride on, including trails in the woods. You used to ride with Dahlia, who would always get so annoyed with how you’d ride ahead, trying to coax her into racing you, which she almost always gave in to. 

“You’re riding has really improved,” Harry said, trying to keep up with the pace you set, “did you ride a lot in France?”

“Yeah,” You said as you slowed a bit, letting the horse take a break while you and Harry made your way to the stream to let your horses drink. “I didn’t have much else to do. I spent most of the days riding, cooking, baking, painting, literally anything I could do to pass the time. Just between you and me, it wasn’t as rewarding as I thought it would be. Peaceful but… boring.” 

“You were never satisfied,” Harry noted, “and now… well now what? Will you be satisfied here?” 

“I didn’t really have a choice,” You shrugged, “and what I feel now… it’s not… boredom. I just—it’s pain. I’m so—” You choked up a bit, your eyes beginning to water, “sorry, sorry,” you wiped your eyes and looked back at Harry, giving him an unconvincing smile, “how have you been?”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Harry cooed, stopping his horse. He jumped off, quickly tied his horse to a branch, and came over to you. “Come here,” you helped you off the horse and pulled you into a hug, “it’s okay.” 

“I don’t need—” You tried to protest, but Harry was determined, “please, just—just give me a second.” 

“(Y/N),” Harry gave you a small smile, “it’s okay. Take all the time you need.” 

You mustered the best smile you could and hugged Harry again, “I’m sorry I left you.” You whispered. 

“No,” Harry shook his head, “you have nothing to apologize for. We wouldn’t have been happy; I understand that now. You made the right choice.” 

You let out a watery chuckle, “Yeah, because I’m going to be so happy now,” You said sarcastically. 

“You underestimate Tom,” Harry said, “he—he’s only ever this passionate and fired up when you’re around. I think he’s getting his emotions confused.” 

“You don’t have to lie or make excuses on his part.” 

“I’m not,” Harry insisted, “I’m his brother and I know these things. Deep down, he feels differently about you than what he’s presenting.” 

“You may know him,” You said, “but I know the side of him he shows me, and that’s not the side I want as my husband, but it’s the side I’m stuck with.” 

You both took your horses and began walking them to the stream, giving them plenty of time to rest up before you rode back to the castle.

“The thing with Lizzie…” Harry began, but you cut him off.

“Who’s that?”

“The girl… he said you caught them together?” Harry clarified. 

“Yes, well it’s not like I stayed long enough to have proper introductions.” You scoffed. 

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled, “but you shouldn’t feel so sore about it. I mean, you should, it was awful of him to do that, but he doesn’t love her or anything.”

“Who he loves is of no concern to me.” You stated, “This union is only of political benefits, there is no love involved.” 

“You say that same thing over and over again,” Harry complained, “you’re like a broken music box. Can’t you grant yourself happiness? Or try to find it here? How come my family is never enough for you?” 

“Not enough for me?” You stopped and turned back to Harry, “This is an amazing family, Harry. You are so lucky to be born into it and I am so grateful to you and your parents and your brothers. But just because life may seem to be of bliss, or should be of bliss, doesn’t make me less… sad. I miss my sister and my father, and—well, I would say I miss my mother too, but she’s still here and still a pain in my arse.” 

You and Harry laughed at that, resuming your walk. “It’s hard to explain,” You said, “because I’ve been given such privilege, but I’m still so—well, I don’t even know how to explain it. I just feel tired.” 

“Perhaps we should head back and you can rest,” Harry suggested.

You weren’t talking about that kind of tired. You were more so talking about the kind of tiredness where you didn’t want to do anything or speak to anyone. The kind where you just wanted to sit and watch the birds fly by, or sleep and never resume consciousness. It was a deeper, more internal tired. But how would you ever be able to explain that?

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“Harrison,” Tom grumbled when Harrison landed another blow to his back with the butt of the sword. 

“Someone’s not focusing,” Harrison playfully chided, handing his sword off to the squire holding water for him. “Let’s take a break, it’s not worth practicing with you if you’re just going to let me win.” 

“I wasn’t letting you win,” Tom scoffed, “I’ve just been a little unfocused, it’s nothing.” 

“She was bound to find out, Tom. You and Lizzie have been doing this ever since Dahlia got sick.” 

“Yeah,” Tom sighed, “but I don’t love Lizzie. At least, I’m not supposed to.” 

“But you do?” Harrison looked at Tom quizically.

“No,” Tom admitted, “I don’t know. I—I don’t feel the same way about her like I feel for (Y/N) or I’ve felt for Dahlia. Dahlia was my friend, she was more like a sister to me, and since we never married and she was so sick, she—she said she wanted me to move on. Then she named (Y/N) her heir and—well, I never really thought much on my feelings for (Y/N) until now. I’ve never really had to.” 

“And what are they? Those feelings?” 

“I feel… conflicted. Because she’s so—she—she’s brilliant and amazing. She fiery and fierce and—I think if she wasn’t spitting her venom at me, then I’d quite admire her. Like, if I had a daughter, I’d want my daughter to be unrelenting charismatic, like her mother—”

“So you do want children with (Y/N),” Harrison smiled, raising his eyebrows at Tom. 

“No! Well, no no, I just—” Tom groaned into his hands, “I just don’t know.” 

“Well, what about Lizzie?” Harrison inquired, “You could always take her as a mistress.” 

“Lizzie is dull,” Tom said plainly, “that’s mean, but—she always just does what I tell her and she only wants me because she wants the crown, it’s quite obvious.” 

“But your fond of her?” Harrison questioned. 

“We see each other a lot,” Tom shrugged, “I don’t hate her and I can’t blame her for wanting the crown. I want the crown too, the difference is that I don’t have to work for it to fall into my lap, nor does it depend on who I marry.” 

“Tom,” Harrison looked at his friend, “can I be extremely, totally, completely blunt?” 

“If you must.” 

“Don’t beat yourself up over the Lizzie thing. Yes, you may have made your marriage harder, but it will still happen so just move on. Also, (Y/N) isn’t blameless in that department either. When I went to get her in France, she was living in the chateau with another man. He called her ‘love’ and they seemed close. They were together, I think.” Tom nodded as he listened to Harrison, “but she left that man and her entire life to be here with you. And no, she didn’t leave for you, she left for Dahlia, but she knew what was in store and she was and still is, willing to grin and bear it. So I think you must man up and do the same. If not for (Y/N), then for England.” 

“So she had another,” Tom surmised. 

“Yes,” Harrison nodded, “but that’s not the point I’m trying to make.” 

“I see your point but—” Tom ran his fingers through his hair, “she really had another? Someone she loved?”

“It’s hard to say if it was love.” Harrison shrugged, “she seemed fond of him.” 

“Love is different than fondness.” 

∘₊✧─��────✧₊∘

“The bath water is ready, your grace,” Ida said as she turned from the tub of steaming water back to you, “would you like me to sit by and wash your hair for you?”

“No, that won’t be necessary,” You shook your head, “but thank you.”

“Of course,” Ida nodded, “I’ve left towels and soaps on the table. You’ll call if you need me? I’ll just be reading in the next room over if that’s alright.”

“Yes, that’s fine,” You nodded, “and please send Ivy away for the night. She needs to rest.” 

“Yes, your grace,” Ida said before walking off out of the room and down the hall. 

You undid the ties on your robe and let it fall from your body into a heap on the floor. You eased your way into the warm water, nearly scalding since you told Ida to leave it on the fire a bit longer than she normally did. The burning was soothing though. It felt heavenly as the warmth crept over your torso as you sat and up your shoulders and neck as you leaned back, pressing your back against the back of the tub.

The warm water calmed your mind and made your eyes droop, and with how completely exhausted you were, you decided not to fight it. You caved and let your body be consumed by the warm water. You let it onto your face and into your ears. Over your mouth and into your nostrils. You let your lungs burn for a moment before letting the water enter your lungs too. There was something so beautifully haunting about letting the water overcome you. About letting it consume you until there was nothing. Yet you didn’t have time to ponder the burn or the beauty before you were yanked back up.

With the cold sting of air and reality, you were jolted back up, burdened with heaving fits of coughs and wretches of water. 

“(Y/N),” The hands that manhandled you shook you around before patting your back, “what the fuck? What is wrong with you?!” 

And there he was, as he always is. Never where he should be or where you expect him, there was Tom. Concerned and wide-eyed, shaking you around like a dog, trying to will more water out of your lungs. 

When your eyes and mind focused up again, you pushed him away, “Get off of me,” You croaked, “I’m—I’m indecent, you can’t see me like this.” 

Tom let go, only to grab a towel to cover you in, before wrapping you up and patting you dry. “I couldn’t care less about decency right now,” Tom muttered, “what the hell were you thinking?” 

“I was taking a bath,” you deadpanned, “that’s all.”

“You were drowning,” Tom got in your face, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him, “that didn’t seem like a bath to me.” 

“Get off of me,” You spat, yanking your face away, “I was bathing. I just got tired, it won’t happen again.” 

Tom looked at you, peered into your eyes, trying to read the hidden message you kept from him. You did look tired. You looked fucking exhausted, but it looked like more than just a few missed nights of sleep. It looked like you were exhausted with everything. Like there was nothing left in your eyes. Like the fire had burned out and all that was left was the blackened coal.

“I’ll help you back to bed,” Tom finally said after a moment. He handed you your robe and turned while you put it on. 

“I don’t need you to help me.” You said, turning back to him. “I will be fine.” 

“I’ll get Ida then,” Tom decided.

“Do whatever you please,” You shrugged, “I’m going to bed.”

“(Y/N),” Tom walked after you, following closely behind, practically skimming your naked heels with his boots as he walked to keep up with your pace. “Don’t just walk away from me, I’m talking to you!” 

You stopped short, causing him to slam into your back, “Why were you even in my chambers to begin with?” You asked. 

“I came to talk to you.” Tom said, “I saw Ida in the hall and she said you were in your chambers. Ivy wasn’t stationed in front of your door so I knocked and I called for you, but you didn’t answer so I came in. Imagine my surprise to find my fiance, submerged in water, gulping down chunks of it.” 

“I was bathing!” You snapped, “Will you just let it go? And get out, I have to get changed.” 

“No,” Tom grabbed your arm when you tried to turn away, “we need to talk.” 

“We have nothing to talk about,” you argued “and this right now is already far more conversing with you than I’d ever like, so get the hell out of my room.” 

“You can’t talk to me like that anymore, (Y/N),” Tom said lowly, “I don’t care if you do, but it’s unwise to be so… intolerable in court.” 

“Get out of my face and I won’t be so intolerable.” 

“You’re impossible.” 

“You’re a bastard.” 

Tom let go of your arm harshly, practically throwing you away for him and onto the cold floor below, “Stop calling me that!” He yelled, “You’re one to talk considering you had another in France. You’re a whore, no better than the wenches at the tavern.” 

“Who told you that?” You asked, glaring daggers at Tom from the floor. 

“Harrison did.” 

“And did he tell you about how I left the man in France to come here and pursue an impossible relationship with you? Or how I willingly give up all my freedom to be shackled to you for eternity? Or how about how I—”

“Enough!” To slammed his fist on your table, “Forget it. What’s done is done.” 

“Then get the fuck out of my room.” You seethed, standing up. 

You picked up a vase of flowers and threw them at Tom, just barely missing his head, “Get out!” 

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

“Oh dear,” Nikki frowned when you came into the small council meeting, “you look exhausted. Did you get any sleep last night?” 

“A bit.” You nodded, giving her a small smile. 

“And heavens child,” she pulled at the sleeve of your gown as you passed to take a seat, “it’s much too hot for this itchy fabric. Why don’t you change into some light lace or satin?” 

“It’s alright,” You said, moving past her and taking your seat next to Tom, “I don’t mind. I’ve been a bit chilly lately.” 

“Okay, well now that everyone is here—”

“Have you been eating enough dear?” Nikki asked, “I missed you at breakfast this morning.” 

“I slept in a little later than intended,” You said, “I’m fine.” 

“Ahem,” Dom cleared his throat and eyed his wife, who settled back comfortably in her seat, “as I was saying, now that we are all here, let’s begin the small council meeting. Today’s main issue is the royal wedding.” Dom said with a smile, earning a few applauses. 

“Now, we have most of the arrangements done and dealt with, leaving only the few topics of celibacy and consummation. (Y/N)?” Dom looked at you.”Are you untouched?” 

“Yes, your grace.” 

“Very well,” Dom nodded, “so the consummation ceremony shall commence after the wedding ceremony.” 

“Father,” Tom spoke up, “I was actually wondering if it would be more efficient to have a private consummation, just (Y/N) and I.” 

“That is not how it is done, Thomas,” Dom said. 

“Yes, but I’m sure given the strange circumstances that arrangement came to be, perhaps we can let this slide. (Y/N) has been through so much,” Tom took your hand in his, “I don’t want to add another stress on her.” 

“Yes, very well then,” Dom agreed after thinking it over for a moment, “I suppose we can conclude that the ceremony has been completed when we see the bleeding on the sheets the next morning.” 

After the meeting was concluded, you decided to spend the rest of your time in the garden, reading to Ida. 

“Your grace?” Ida interrupted your reading, “forgive me, but I was wondering…” 

“Yes?” You prompted.

“Well, aren’t you excited?” Ida asked, “Y’know marrying a prince and getting to have little princes and princesses. Isn’t that exciting?” 

You shrugged, “It’s more duty than it is exciting. Marriage is not always bliss, especially not in the court of Thomas.” 

“I thought this was Dominic’s court?” 

“It is, but it will soon be Tom’s so I was simplifying it.” 

“You don’t like him very much, do you?” Ida inquired. 

“No, I suppose I don’t.” You sighed, “He shows me very little kindness and when he does he ruins it by being an ass, ten times over.” 

“Are all men like that?” 

“Sometimes.” 

“I hope I don’t marry someone like that.” 

“You’ll never be forced to marry, Ida,” You gave her a kind smile, “your courtship can be of complete bliss. I am your master and I would never force to you marry. And if one day you’d like to leave me and pursue a relationship with someone else, then it shall be done. I would be a hypocrite to force you to stay.” 

“Thank you, your grace.” 

“Perhaps when we are alone,” You said, “you could just call me (Y/N)?”

“Of course, (Y/N).” Ida smiled, “then we are equals for a moment?” 

“Yes,” You smiled back, “we are equals for a moment.”

“Then may I speak to you, as an equal?”

“Of course.” 

“What happened in the bath last night?” Ida asked, taking your hands in hers. “Tom came to me and said I needed to keep a better eye on you.” 

“It was nothing,” You brushed off her questioning, “this book is nearly done, why don’t we finish it?” 

“(Y/N),” Ida sighed, “even when we are not equals, you can still talk to me.” 

“I know, Ida,” You gave her a small smile, “thank you.” 

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

It hurt. It hurt more than words could merely describe when you looked in the mirror and saw the girl staring back at you. Covered in lace, satin, ribbon, coated in pounds of make-up, golds and glitters packed onto her eyelids. Her cheeks rosy and red, her lips pouted and shimmered in hues of pinks. Her waist cinched tightly with the smallest corset in the castle, squeezing her body into jelly. 

And when you saw her looking back at you in the mirror, you wanted to smash the mirror into pieces. You hated this girl looking back at you. You hated her tight, floppy curls. You hated the beauty mark daintily painted on her cheek. You hated her. And she was you.  

“You look so gorgeous,” Your mother said, kissing your hairline, “like a proper queen.” 

“I feel ridiculous.” You said, looking away from the mirror and at your nails, picking at them instead to distract yourself from the monster of a woman in the mirror. 

“You look like a queen, (Y/N),” Your mother snapped, “Be grateful you can at least look the part.” 

You could feel the anxiety and anger you’ve been holding in come forth, springing tears in your eyes. Before you could fight them, they were here, smudging the makeup, causing streaks of gold, white, and red to paint down your face. 

“Oh shush,” Your mother whipped what she could with a handkerchief, trying to salvage the gunk that was on your face. “You’re ruining all of this hard work—”

“Get out!” You screamed, pushing her away, “Get out!” 

You let more tears completely wreck your make-up, leaving splashes of gold to shimmer down your face in globs and paint your dress. 

The more tears that flooded your eyes, the louder your sobs became, “Get out! Get Out!” You screamed in rapid succession, only stopping to catch your breath so that you could scream some more. “I can’t—” You could hardly get the words out, they were stuck in your throat, constantly being down out by your sobs. 

Your mother had fled the room. Running out into the halls, yelling about what a monster you were. And she was right. The girl in the mirror was a monster, and you and her were one and the same. 

Nikki came rushing in, and the scene before her; it broke her heart. You were on the floor, in a heap of fabric, sobs, and tears, trying desperately to rip the ribbons from your back so you could get out of the unbreathable corset. The mirror was shattered, broken by the hairbrush being thrown at it. Though you don’t remember doing that particularly, it must’ve happened since the hairbrush was at your feet, covered in microfibers of glass, surrounded by the larger shards. 

You were grunting in frustration and crying, finally dropping the scissors to instead claw at the lace and ribbon, ripping bits and pieces off of you, scratching your skin and leaving along jagged, red scratch marks up and down your arms and shoulders. 

Then you saw Nikki, and what she saw in your eyes, it nearly killed her. Because she saw nothing. No fire or fight. Just pain. 

“Help me,” You cried and she sprung into action, taking the scissors in her own hands and snipping the ribbons on your back, letting the corset loosen so you could breathe, getting more air in to add fuel to your sobs. 

When it was done and you could breathe, you collapse in her arms and cried. You cried loudly, drowning what you could into her neck, “I can’t do this,” You sobbed, “I can’t. I’m not strong enough.”

“Shh,” Nikki hushed you, stroking your hair as she held you on the floor, close to her body like any mother would, “you can. My brave girl, you’re so strong.” 

You were late for your own wedding. And when your mother came in, spouting about how crazy and terrible you were, Tom and Nikki left to find you. Nikki went in, and Tom waited. But when he heard the cries of complete agony, he peeked his head in. And It made his head spin and his heart hurt. 

You. His bride. With all the fire and venom. A lioness in the court, young and unmatched. Reduced to a puddle of tears in his mother’s arms. It was a beautiful, rare pain. One he’d never seen from you. And your tears. They were like gold. So rare and beautiful, the way they glimmered in the candlelight as you sobbed. It was painful to watch, but also so stunning and captivating. Tears he’d never seen, falling from your eyes onto his mother’s lap. A chorus of cries from your lips, breaking his heart, causing a bit of him to fall apart little by little. He never wanted to see it again. He never wanted to see you like this again, but at the same time, it was a rare beauty. Because while everyone else’s tears were merely water, falling every so often, your tears were gold. They were a rarity. They were golden. 

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

A/N: wow, okay then. that was a lot to unpack. so, as you might have guessed, (Y/N) isn’t doing so great. in case you didn’t realize, the catalyst for her downhill spiral was definitely catching tom with someone else. i normally wouldn’t try to explain how my character’s feel but i think with this case, it’s a little more opened for interpretation, which can be hard for some people to grasp. so, imagine you go in with high hopes, finally trying to be the bigger person, hopeful that your relationship will work out, and you catch him with someone else. so obviously that stings. and while (Y/N) isn’t thrilled about having to marry tom, she still is stuck with him. and with all of the things she let build up; her father’s death, her sister’s death, leaving james, leaving the chateau, it was too much for her to take. this chapter is the direct aftermath of overworking her emotions and letting too many things get pushed aside. 

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✧tags & moots✧ PERM

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✧tags & moots✧ TOM HOLLAND

@harryhollandsgirlfriend @hollandlover19 | @worldoftom @hollandsrecs @theonly1outof-a-billion @thevelvetseries @moonchild-s-blog @lmaotshollandd @tomhollandlol @outshineallthestars

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[nojey]

give me love

feral boys x gn!reader

genre: fluff pronouns: they / them word count: 1.5k words warning(s): none (if you think there are, lmk!) artwork by: @/raytoresia on twitter!

synopsis: very similar to their love languages, but rather than how they'd like to receive love it's how they give love

dreamwastaken / clay

how clay gives love: giving gifts

i think sometimes he doesn't word things in the way he truly means it so when he gives you gifts he feels like it kind of makes up for it?

he isn't too affectionate with his words unless he's like straight up flirting with you

so he'll give you gifts to balance it out

clay <3: come outside :]

looking at the text, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion

you had just seen him a couple hours ago before heading back to your own apartment

nonetheless you still went down to see what surprise he had for you

once you reached the doors of the lobby you saw clay standing there, hiding something behind his back

but you were distracted by how cold it was, regretting not bringing a jacket

your hands went to your arms trying to warm yourself up

clay saw this, put whatever he was hiding down, and took the hoodie he was wearing off to put on you

"you're going to get cold though," you said.

"you're going to get cold too," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"well thank you," you said, "what're you doing here?"

he suddenly remembered the gifts he got you and turned around to grab them

turning around quickly, he smiled at you

"for you," he said, holding out roses and chocolate covered strawberries

your heart warmed, knowing that he thought of you

"what are these for?" you asked with a smile on your face, reaching out to hold them

"i just wanted to get you something," he smiled back

"thank you," you said and chuckled. "you coming inside?"

he looked at the time on his phone and shrugged

"why not"

georgenotfound / george

how george gives love: acts of service

we all know that george isn't the most affectionate person

so he does his best to give you love by doing things for you

sighing, you opened the door to your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend

when you left for work, you didn't have the time to clean the apartment up so you were dreading coming home to a messy apartment

but when you opened the door, your apartment was spotless

the surprised look on your face made your boyfriend chuckle and you looked towards him

"did you clean the whole apartment?" you asked him, putting away your shoes and bag

"yeah," he replied.

"thank you," you said with gratitude in your voice

you walked to the couch and sat down, happy you get to rest rather than clean

soon enough you were falling asleep

when you woke up, a pillow was behind your head, blanket across your body and you were now laying down rather than sitting up

you looked around and saw george in the kitchen cooking dinner

"babe?" you called out

"yeah?" he called back

you wrapped the blanket around you and waddled to the kitchen to rest your head on his shoulder as he cooked

"you're cooking dinner too?"

"yeah, i saw you fall asleep and i don't think we've had a home cooked meal in a while so i just thought i'd cook," he explained

you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his shoulder

you were beyond happy to be with someone like him

sapnap

how sapnap gives love: physical touch

i think while sapnap was visiting karl it kinda showed that sapnap is preeetty affectionate

when he gets excited he'll reach out toward you to share his excitement

when either he or you aren't feeling the best he'll pull you down on a couch or bed and just cuddle with you

"babe!" sapnap yelled to you from his bedroom

"yes?!" you yelled back

"come here!"

you got up from the couch in the living room and walked to his room

opening the door, you asked, "yes?"

"come sit with me, chat misses you," he said

"are you sure you don't miss me?" you chuckled

"what? me? never? i ain't no simp," he said, trying to act tough,

"mhm, okay" you said, walking to sit next to him

"facecam?" you asked.

"yup"

"what're you doing?" you asked

"playing bedwars," he said, joining a lobby

"team or no?"

"by myself," he said

you nodded and payed attention to how he was playing

it reached the point where sapnap and one other person was left

"you got it babe," you said, trying to encourage him

"mm, i know" he said, being very cocky, clearly he didn't need the encouragement

he then threw a fireball at the other person while crossing a bridge but the other person block clutched

sapnap groaned and ran over to where they were to kill them

he had already gotten their bed earlier to he just needed to kill them

they were both hitting each other and sapnap wasn't making a sound because of how focused he was

and once he got the "victory" screen he jumped in his chair and reached towards you, holding your arm and pulling you into a hug

"babe, i won!" he said, a smile occupying his face

"i know!" you said, a smile occupying your face with happiness for him

karl jacobs

how karl gives love: physical touch

this was quite obvious

karl is definitely an affectionate person

doesn't matter what either of you are doing

he'll love being in your presence and keeping at least a hand on you

it can be holding your hand, resting it on your thigh, keeping his pinky wrapped around yours, resting his head on your shoulder, anything

you and karl were at the mall, looking for something he needed for his stream

he was walking a bit ahead of you, though he didn't notice at first

he reached out to grab your hand but felt nothing

so he looked around and saw you were walking a bit behind him

he grabbed your pinky with his and continued walking

he finally reached the store he was looking for and walked faster, kinda dragging you along with him

you chuckled and walked a bit faster so you were next to him

"you were going a bit fast there, silly," you said.

"well, maybe you were going too slow, ever thought of that?" he challenged

you stopped walking, looked at him with an expressionless face, let go of his pinky, and walked in without him

"wait no!" he called after you

you were being petty and decided to give him the silent treatment

"babe, talk to me" he exaggerated out

you were just looking around the store till you found something you like and brought it to the cash register

karl followed you, getting what he wanted and putting it down in front of the cashier with your stuff

he rested his head on your shoulder and grabbed your pink with his

but you didn't wrap yours around his

he huffed out in frustration and payed for both of your things

you both walked out with his pinky wrapped tightly around yours

he seemed to have enough of your games and grabbed your shoulders and forced you to face him

"will you please just hold my pinky!" he said in distress

you laughed and held his pinky then brought him to the food court

quackity / alex

how alex gives love: remembering the little things

he may seem like the careless type but when it comes to someone he loves he definitely cares

he may not show it a lot but whenever you bring up something you like alex makes a mental note of it

you were finishing up an assignment you had that was due at midnight but you were starting to get hungry

you were thinking of calling your boyfriend to see if he wanted to get food but you didn't want to bother him'

so you sucked it up and continued with finishing your assignment

though, a knock on your front door distracted you from your work

you got up from your desk and looked through the peephole to see your boyfriend standing there with your favorite fast food

you opened the door and smiled at him

"how did you know?" you asked, letting him in

"i remember you telling me you had a big assignment to work on and i know you don't really feed yourself so,"

you laughed and hugged him, "thank you," "you remember my order?" you asked, looking through the food and seeing that he didn't mess up a single thing

got all the right sauces and remembered to not get any pickles on it

"yeah, i've remembered since the first time you ordered, nimrod" he said, insulting you so he didn't seem so sappy

"well thanks, doofus" you said, kissing his cheek