#please someone make this fict already

[lovemari]

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Ring - Scaramouche x Reader

Reminder: I'm not an experienced writer so construction criticism is always welcome! Also, I write for fun. I just wanted to share my work around the world!

Notes: This will be a small fluff fict. Also, did you know that if you're married, the ring is on your left hand?

People who crossed paths with the Balladeer have never been seen again. Subordinates are afraid of him and his capabilities. The other harbingers aren't on good terms with him either.

That didn't stop you from seeing Scaramouche in a different light. You saw him as someone who needed love. You often get teased or mocked for this. Most people say things like, “She'll fix him.” In a high pitched voice.

Maybe it's true. Maybe you really are just delusional but that's fine with you. If you can make him smile once, your whole life will be complete.

That's exactly why you have him a gift today. It sounded sort of desperate and you knew that. After all, the gift was none other than a ring.

You walked over to Scaramouche's tent, somewhat regretting your gift choice. You set the gift down, with a note. Before you could run off, the Balladeer got out of his tent. He gave you a cold stare, “I had a feeling you'd get me something one day. It better be good.” He sneered. You didn't say anything back, still processing the fact that Scaramouche is right in front of you.

Scaramouche took the gift and went back inside. With a sigh of relief, you successfully went back to your tent. It was already late and the tension before made you really sleepy.

The day after, you woke up, ready to take your orders from Scaramouche. As you got out of bed and headed out, you saw Scaramouche yelling at some poor subordinate. You also noticed a certain accessory on his left hand. It was the ring you gave to him last night.

After the subordinate scurried away, you saw Scaramouche giving you a small smile. You knew you were blushing but you didn't hide it. Instead, you smiled back.

[isimpoveryou]

can you please do an social media one about cody and y/n finally revealing that they've been married for years and y/n just gave birth to their first baby? face claim; candice swanepoel

𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐧

cody fern x reader

face claim: candice swanepoel

authors note: i found a lot of cuteee stuff in pinterest and i might get overboard with this fict

warning: english is my second language

tw: -

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codyfern A year ago i decided to marry my soulmate in a very private ceremony with only friends and family. Its been very hard to kept all of this a secret with our marriage and pregnancy since we want all of this to be private as possible. Im sorry for keeping everything a secret but me and y/n needs privacy from the world. But now we are ready to announced and now my wife has given birth to our daughter. Welcome to the world baby fern.

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codyfan19 WHATT OMG CODY DILF ERA?!?

codyfan72 THIS IS SO CUTE

codyfan78 HOW TF THE MANAGED TO FOOL ALL OF US

y/nfan178 THIS IS JUST SO CUTE

emmaroberts im gonna spoiled her to rotten

yourinstagram you already did em-

codyfern please not again

y/nfan01 IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

yourinstagram baby fern 💕💖

codyfern 💖💖

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yourinstagram how it started vs how is going @codyfern

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y/nfan28 *grabs tissue* IM FINE GUYS

y/nfan12 I SWEAR THIS BABY IS THE LUCKIEST BABY EVER

imsebastianstan send kisses to my favorite fern

yourinstagram aww thanksss

imsebastianstan the baby one

yourinstagram WOW-

codyfern im hurt 💔

codyfan76 im crying of joy

codyfan12 are you gonna reveal her face and name in the future?

yourinstagram when we are ready

codyfern we want to keep her privacy, but maybe we will reveal her name

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yourinstagram baby ferns first beach day

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y/nfan99 THIS IS JUST SO CUTE

y/nfan09 oh to be that baby

robertdowneyjr hows my granddaughter

yourinstagram she misses you so much

chrisevans traitor....

imsebastianstan OH COME ON

anthonymackie BETRAYED

yourinstagram @chrisevans @imsebastianstan @anthonymackie she misses you too

codyfan739 ^^ BAHAHA PLS-

codyfan728 waiting for ahs cast comments

mssarahcathrinepaulson shes just the cutest i just wanna pinch her chubby cheeks

codyfern i feel you

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codyfern fatherhood is (not) going great

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yourinstagram i honestly dont know why you shaved

codyfern maybe because i look like a very dead guy who needs to sleep?

yourinstagram ......true

codyfan289 DILFFF

codyfan12 dilf allert

codyfan79 ^^ at this point we need to touch more than grass and calm down ya'll

taissafarmiga lets meet up again i wanna see my goddaughter and your wife

codyfern your forgetting someone...

taissafarmiga and you ofc 😃

yourinstagram @taissafarmiga message me babe

y/nfan728 the fact both of them always wake up next to eachother makes me happy and jealous at the same time

[thepictureofsdr]

ALSO IVE BEEN MEANING TO YELL THOS TO SOMEONE BUT CAN YOU PLS CHECK OUT THIS SONG BECAUSE I NEED TO WROTE A FICT BASED ON THAT WITH THOMASTAIR

Ive been having a lot of feelings about how its so aparent in the sanctuary Thomas and Alastair both view physical affectione so differently......

Like for Thomas sexual attraction comes *with* romantic because thats all hes been raised knowing. Everything related to that came with the undeniable act of loving and *being* in love. Which makes sense as to why he didnt think twice that he has to actually tell Alastair he loved him because his actions in the sanctuary in his mind already came with the assumption of love. An assumption he assumed alastair would also have

But because of Charles, Alastair is well aware physical desire and romantic love are too very different things. He might he certain Thomas desires him physically, but unless thomas states or demostrates he wont have the same analyisis as him. To him Thomas love isnt promised through those actions.

To Thomas hes left everything he needed clear but he doesnt *know* enough about Alastairs past relationship to see how would definetly not be enough.

oh

my

god

please never stop thinking ever YOURE RIGHT YOURE SO RIGHT WAITTTTT

BECAUSE WORDS CAN ALWAYS BE EMPTY BUT ALASTAIR HAS LEARNED THAT ACTIONS CAN BE EMPTY TOO AND HE NEEDS THAT EXTRA REASSURANCE BECAUSE HES USED TO THE DISAPPOINTMENT

hahahaha everything calms down and they have a nice long talk and clear everything up RIGHT CASSIE!!!?

tjis is such a good point oh my god you GENIUS

[xxdearlybeloved]

Babeee, can I get an angsty afff fict with the prompts “I love you, please don’t go.” “Shouldn’t you be with her?” And “Please don’t do this.”? You know i love to get hurrrt😂 love youu

Request from this prompt.

You had to put him behind you. He had taken months of yourlife that you were not going to get back and you hated the idea of giving himany more. He had already gotten more than he deserved.

When you reached out to your friends for a night out, theywere ready to rally with you. After weeks of not being yourself, you werefinally coming back and they had missed you dearly. Most of them hated Ivar forwhat he did to you.

“It technically isn’t cheating, we aren’t dating” he said toyou when you confronted him about a picture one of your friends had sent you onInstagram. It was of Ivar and another girl, her lips on his cheek, his hand onher ass. It had more likes than you had followers, but that didn’t matter. Itwas how possessive she looked of Ivar. Your Ivar.

You had known him for years as the meanest Ragnarson, so youwere caught off guard when you ran into each other on a night out and heoffered to buy you a drink. Curiosity was what led you to his bedroom but the indescribableconnection you felt with him was why you stayed.

As he lay on your chest that first night, you listened to hisconfessions as you stroked his hair, feeling more connected to him than anyoneyou had met before. You had found your person and you began to tell each othereverything.

Only your friends knew about your relationship. To the restof the world you were strangers. Acquaintances at best. And both of you likedit that way. Or so you thought.

When he sliced your heart open with those words, you neverthought you would heal. But here you were, putting the finishing touches onyour makeup before sliding into your heels and going to catch a car to meetyour friends.

You did a slow twirl as they chanted your name, gratefully takingthe shot someone handed you. You took a quick video of the shot, adding yourlocation before posting it to your story and going to the dancefloor. Neverturn down a free drink was your philosophy, and your friends kept them flowing.They were just happy to see you out again.

You felt a hand on your waist and you turned, staring intothose blue eyes that seemed to melt into your heart.

You knew he would come.

It had only taken Ivar 5 seconds after he said those wordsto realize he had made a mistake. He had tried to call after you, but you didn’tslow down. After weeks of reaching out and even showing up at your door, he didn’tknow what else to do. When he saw your story he knew he had to try, so here hewas.

You hated the way your heart began to hammer as he took youin his arms. You pushed him away, stumbling slightly in your heels beforesaying with all the hate you could muster, “Shouldn’t you be with her?”

He took another step back as if your words had physicalpower and you fought the tears that wanted to spill from your eyes. You movedto turn away and he grabbed your arm, the look in his eyes full of so much painyou wanted to pull him closer and comfort him. But then you remembered hiswords and you walked away.

Your friends held him off, and you were torn between feelinggrateful and defensive. You knew what you were doing by posting that video. Itwas bait and he took it. Now you weren’t sure if you wanted to reel him in orthrow him back. You found your way to the restroom, bracing yourself on thesink as you took deep breaths.

It was the shouting that pulled you our of your trance, andyou turned to see him walking straight towards you in the women’s restroom.“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling you close to him again. You were between the sinkand his body, his arms on either side of you. You had nowhere to go, but youalso didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Please, don’t do this,” you said as he pressed his bodyagainst yours. But you let him kiss you, both of you hungry for the other asyour hands went over his body and you pressed yourself closer to him. You knewhe was sorry, you read all of his messages, listened to his voicemails, and sawthe picture had been taken down.

But he had hurt you. You could still see the heartlessnessin his eyes at your pain and that scared you. But not as much as you stillwanted him.

When the bouncer came to kick him out, you left with him.You knew your friends would be disappointed, but right now you wanted him. Youlet him hold your hand, the car ride silent as you stared out of the window andwondered over and over if you were doing the right thing.

As you stepped into his apartment, your body opened to himimmediately and he claimed it, neither of you able to make it to his bedroom.You hated how much you missed him, his ability to read your body undamped bythe time you had spend apart.

Just like the first night you shared, you listened to himpour out his soul as you stroked his hair. He told you he never meant to hurtyou, that he loved you. You were the best thing that ever happened to him.

“Buying you that drink was the best investment I ever made,”he laughed, leaning up to kiss you before getting you both some water.

You lay in his arms, just as you had so many nights before.His soft breathing was calming, but sleep wouldn’t find you. And you knew why.Slowly, you untangled yourself, slipping on the skirt and top that you haddiscarded on the floor before picking up your heels.

“Are you leaving?” his voice scared you and you turned tosee him sitting up, the fear plain in his eyes. You didn’t say anything as youput your shoes down and slid them on. He moved to get out of bed, holding yourhands in his. “I love you, please don’t go.”

You couldn’t stop the tears as you kissed him softly on thelips, pulling your hands free and forcing your feet out of the door. You couldn’tunsee the coldness in his eyes as he tried to break your heart. You couldn’tlet him do it again.

[setoangel01-fanfiction]

Only Us

Chapter 1

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Pairing: RK800 Connor/Original Female Character (Human)

Rated: T

Summary: The five times she desperately wanted/needed to kiss Connor and the one time she finally did. Conner, the clueless sweetheart, never saw it coming.

A03

I did it.

I fucking did it - I'm complete trash for Connor (The Android sent by CyberLife - thx Jack) and just had to write something for that sexy plastic cinnamon roll.

And while I normally despise main character OC's and avoid using them whenever possible to keep immersion into the world, I had few choices in women for Connor to choose from since I am complete ass with writing a reader pov story. North has Marcus (even if I prefer him and Simon - much better chemistry imo), Kara has Luther and he's precious and they need to be a family forever, and Chloe doesn't have much of a discernible character so it left me little choice than to make up my own.

The only conditions when creating her is I wanted her to be human because seeing a full grown human woman who knows the world and all the ins and outs of it compared to sweet, innocent Connor is just too fun to write. She is of high standing (wealth and fame) since the fellow officer dynamic has been done before and I really don't like the idea of her being a politician so I thought a musician/singer would fit since she really would be sticking her neck out to be with an Android with the tension as high as it is so soon after the revolution. To answer your questions, no, this is not a song fict - her profession is only going to be mentioned in passing and will in no way will be the focus of this fict in the slightest.

It's written to be purely human female OC/Connor action/goodness. ;-3 (I also plan to write some smut with them real soon in the adjoining fict so stay tuned…)

With that out of the way, here's to hoping this doesn't completely suck.

Celebrity.

Blugh and cue gag face.

What a horrid word with even more horrific connotations surrounding it.

A word she hated and despised since the first time someone referred to her as such; it seemed to happen the moment her singing career found more than a few thousand followers online. Throw in the fact she was born into old money coupled with a few best selling albums and a successful tour into the mix was sadly all it took for her to put her into a higher class of humanity it seemed.

Along with her newfound fame came the complete lack of privacy; more people wanting to know every single facet of her personal life. Five years in the industry she was still learning to navigate properly, struggling to comprehend and accept a life where everything she did was harshly judged and questioned.

Endless scrutiny, any cause or charity she favored would be put under a microscope, and the smallest slip up she'd have in her personal life was harshly judged. Whether that be how she ended a relationship in the public to something as small as daring to wear anything but designer clothes, full make-up and perfect hair outside of her house was somehow criminal in the eyes of the media - voices that she quickly learned will never shut the fuck up.

So when the android revolution broke out mere weeks ago, Allison Walker decided she'd had enough.

Enough of staying quiet like her managers told her, of the media theorizing on the state of her mental health, enough of listening to the multiple yes-men that were trying to salvage her image after her latest nasty break up that caused her to cancel the latter half of a national tour.

The tabloids had a fucking field day with that one…

Perhaps that's how she found herself here at the Carl Manfred estate at a meeting she set up with the Android Revolution Group that made it all possible - and she wanted to see their faces for herself.

Screw what her anal-retentive manager thought and a lot of her fanbase who would be less than thrilled with her decision to peacefully meet the Androids who were changing the world forever, she did it anyway. Seeing them on a televisions screen letting humanity know they were alive - that they had every right to live as humans - and she couldn't fucking agree more.

All Allison wanted to do was meet them for herself and for once, she used her celebrity status as an advantage. The one contributor she dreaded getting her to go toe to toe with the incredible ones behind this modern day Revolution…but she overlooked one flaw as she made it past the threshold of the Manfred Mansion.

The four inch stilettos she strode in wearing were admittedly a bad choice but dammit, her relentless personal assistant stressed about her for hours; demanding that she needed to be taller to get the best photos possible (didn't help that the Androids in question were much taller in comparison to her 5'6 stature - why they made most Android so tall, she'd never know). As much as she didn't want to just to appease some photographers, she found herself wearing them anyway.

Carl Manfred greeted her at the door and like the parasites they were, the media followed her where as much as Carl (and herself) wanted to this private, were let in. Wanting to get photos and videos of her meeting the now famous androids that changed the world's minds when regarding their sentience. Allison highly doubted anything that happened today would be placed in a positive light but it would be worse had they been banned. Their speculative stories were so vindictive and callous, she learned to just let them see for themselves and let the people who watched it judge for themselves instead of listening to the biased media's spin on it.

Allison expected a lot to happen today but she certainly didn't expect to meet someone like him.

Among all the Androids (most of whom she couldn't tell were Androids or human), there was one wearing his LED - the flickering blue circle on his right temple marking him visually as the only android in the spacious room. He stood out unlike the others; stiff and nervous posture much more robotic than the others in the room that she now recognized as Androids from the clips online. This one was visibly different; standing out like a sore thumb with his crisp suit with markings and numbers among the recently released androids wearing regular clothes.

Second thing she took notice was that this android wasn't perfect.

No flawless complexion; her crystal blue eyes being instead met with a cascade of cinnamon freckles dusting his cheekbones and nose, moles scattered across the canvas of pale skin and even a few splotchy areas - so painfully human.

Was this a sign of deviancy or was he designed in such a way?

If it was a sign of deviancy, it was fucking beautiful but the more she peered at the others, that didn't seem to be the case. The surrounding Android's features were flawless where there was something so intense in that unassuming, squeezable face. Yet nothing compared to his eyes; deep brown, soft yet held an intensity that she suspected wasn't his own doing. Perfectly coiffed hair save for a few strands of dark coffee locks resting against his lined forehead completed the look.

Meeting those eyes was when she recalled who he was. The news reporting that he was the most advanced prototype CyberLife ever created - the very one who was suppose to put a stop to this revolution. Designed to hunt down the deviants and save CyberLife from utter destruction instead was imperative to bringing the behemoth company to its knees.

Interesting.

As much as she wanted to immediately approach him, she caught the gaze of the man who started it all. He was standing the tallest in the middle of the group gathered in the room. She greeted the leader, Markus, with a warm handshake and a soft breath of congratulations for his cause - offering her support however she could.

Markus smiled and thanked her kindly; his different shades of eyes peering into hers. Voice clear and powerful - one who spoke up for equal rights and freedom; the very one she vividly recalled from the song he sang to prove once and for all - that they were indeed alive.

"It was incredibly brave what you did." Allison spoke with conviction as she gripped his hand firmly, "I know things are tense now and I am overjoyed you agreed to meet me. If you or the group need help," the made sure to meet all their eyes, "I am willing to help all of you in support of your cause. Whether you need financial support or whatever it may be, please just ask, I'd love to help in any way I possibly can."

"Thank you," he nodded in response and she swore his lips quirked higher; eyes crinkling in the corners. "It's nice to have more humans in our corner."

A movement in her peripheral drew her eyes to the woman by his side; hands clenching a bit where they were crossed over her chest. Clearly uncertain of her sudden presence or her attention on the leader but she ignored it and offered her hand to her.

The woman, incredibly beautiful and elegant but an obvious strength in her posture as she grasped her hand tightly - almost painfully so. Allison wasn't deterred, giving her a tight smile instead of the grimace she hid blooming from the pain in her hand.

"Wow. You got balls to show up here - not many humans are willing to be seen supporting us - especially publicly." the woman spoke seriously. Seemingly betrayed by a tight smile rising on her lips; one that didn't quite reach her eyes but there was a warmness there regardless. "You can call me North."

"Nice to meet you, North. Considering what you've all been through, a damaged reputation is nothing. You're the real heroes for standing up for your rights so fuck what anyone else thinks." Allison replied with a smile and the second she let the curse slip from her lips, there was a crack in North's tough facade.

Allison already liked her.

Letting go of Norths hand, she continued down the line of Androids; greeting the faces o the revolution that showed up to Carl's house to have this impromptu meeting. Their chosen names spoken proudly as they shook her hand while introducing themselves rather than their serial numbers once printed on their clothes. All unique, alive and now incredibly proud of what they had accomplished; as fragile as the peace was, it was a new start for all of them.

Allison spoke to them as equals; people - ones she wanted to continue to fight for; getting their cause the attention it so deserved in a more positive light and providing financial support was the least she could do. They deserved more than freedom, they deserved to live their own lives and she sure as hell was going to do anything in her power to make sure they got it.

Many handshakes later, she had finally made it to the Android who caught her attention in the first place. The one who still had his serial number and code embedded in the jacket on his chest; LED flashing a steady blue and occasional flash of yellow as she got closer to him.

"Hello. My name is Connor, I'm…" he tapered off before she could even close the distance between them properly. He clearly wanted to continue speaking but it was as if he realized what he was about to do and stopped himself short.

It was kinda adorable.

"Hi, Connor. You can call me Al-," she suddenly got caught off with her own yelp, hand out about to greet him was when her great flaw made itself known.

Fucking pumps.

Before she knew it, her heel caught in a loose snag in the thick carpet beneath her feet and gravity hit her like a ton of bricks. Allison found herself sprawling (way too quickly) toward the floor below her until she was being suddenly steadied by strong hands, her arms thrown haplessly around strong shoulders. One hand resting above his breast where in some fragment of her mind it read RK800 with some line of code underneath.

"Nice to meet you Al." Connor didn't seemed fazed at the action and her near face plant. Merely caught her and started speaking with such complete conviction and all she could do was stare at him. Wide-eyes taking in her new reality as he tilted his head slightly to regard her in a innocently curious manner.

A loud gaffaw rang off from an older human gentleman off to the side, North let out a hearty chuckle and even Markus let out a soft breath of laughter…but she didn't acknowledge it.

For she was completely and utterly lost in Connor's warm gaze; hand a comforting weight on her bare arm where he steadied her. The synthetic skin of his hands was too real; cool and unbelievably soft yet there was a strength behind them that rivaled that of a man thrice his size.

The only thing other than his mannerisms and way of speaking (and that damn LED) giving away that he was an android at all. The way he held her waist and arm in the barest of holds wasn't robotic in the least; more natural with the way his brows furrowed only sightly as he looked at her had her falling for the illusion that somehow escaped her throughout all of this…he really was alive.

How could anyone not see it?

"Thank you," she breathed as so no one else could hear. Why? She couldn't tell you.

"You're welcome but I would advise that you not wear those shoes next time," when he spoke, it wasn't his voice that drew her (soothing and pleasant as it was). Rather, her eyes were immediately drawn to his lips. Damn, he had a pretty mouth and in the back of her mind, she wondered what kissing an android would be like…fuck.

What the hell was wrong with her? A minute in contact with this guy and she's suddenly a hormonal teenager all over again.

"There was a 79 percent chance that you would have fallen compared to a much shorter heeled variety," Connor continued speaking as if nothing was amiss.

Allison was just so damn happy Androids were not able to read minds but she was certain he could sense her heart and pulse erratically thumping in her body but thankfully, he didn't mention it. Wait, was he still talking?

"I'm pleased I was able to catch you before any harm could have befallen you." he finished, giving her a kind smile as he waited patiently for some kind of response - if only she'd actually listened to a damn thing he said.

"Thanks, Connor." she answered pathetically; her words a lot more breathy than she intended.

"You're very welcome, Al." Poise and elegance was demanded of her but she didn't care right now. Not when he tilted his head slightly before a beautiful genuine smile pulled his lips back to expose his perfect white teeth. It was as if he was still learning to smile…

Fuckin' hell.

Allison had no idea what came over her in the following moments for as much as her brain screamed at her to pull back and regain some sense of dignity, her hand had other ideas. The limb in question raised from its comfortable perch against his chest and lifted til her fingertips were reaching and suddenly, she was touching his face. His skin suddenly underneath the exploring grooves of her fingerprints caressing his skin.

Connor's smile fell away almost as quickly as it came.

Doe-like brown eyes widening to stare questioningly into hers and she found herself entranced; this was the closest she'd ever been to an Android…and this one just happened to possibly (definitely) be the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. His synthetic skin was smooth under her exploratory fingers, tracing over a mole that was even raised against the surface.

Whoever designed this gorgeous man is a fucking genius…

Connor didn't move or flinch back at her action and it was only the sudden clearing of a throat that made her realize what the actual fuck she was doing. There was an almost unbearable silence that followed her brazen action and it was at this very moment she realized they weren't the only two people in the world; there was still fucking cameras on her, watching (and judging) her every move.

In an instant, she straightened herself up and tried to have some resemblance of totally not checking out and touching the hot robot. Pulling back slightly to make sure her ankles didn't buckle underneath her wobbly legs and once she was on steady legs, he quickly pulled his hands back to his side.

The chill from the room didn't bother her until right at this moment.

"Are you alright?" Connor's voice smoothly rang out and she gave him a curt nod before she sent a glance to the people - androids and humans alike - staring at the scene she made with quirking brows and unblinking eyes. North sent her a devious smirk Allison didn't trust in the slightest.

Carl Manfred was kind enough to drop the issue quickly, voice gentle as he announced it was time for refreshments and a much-needed change in subject.

Thank God for all the little miracles of the world.

Moment nearly forgotten as Androids and humans flitted about the room, she chanced a glance over at Connor and found his eyes still drawn to her. Swallowing the sudden lump in her throat, all she could think about was what the trash mags had to say about her tomorrow…

I'm so fucking tempted to add Connor's POV for these chapters and I will soon for an upcoming one I have planned but it's so tempting to want to write one for all of them. Fuck.

[thepictureofsdr]

Also can we talk about how Thomas childhood wound would desperatly affect him as a sick kid?

See the nines wound is knosn for just wanting to not take too much space, theyre one need as kids is to make as less damage as possible

Less damage to their family

Their parents etc.

And they want to be *that* presence that helps keep the peace and not cause burdens

But Thomas was sick

So in his family he was constantly taking up space

"If i dont ask for much then i wont destroy my enviorment"

But Thomas was sick

He did need to ask for more most time, he needed to be cared for, he needed to take up space

And that basically makes his childhood wound so heartbreaking because he feels guilty for the years he had to take up space

Which he now makes up by taking no space

No thoughts towards his needs and now thoughts towards anything of his own

He makes up for the years he was forced to take up space by attempting to shrink himself into not needing to be worried for anymore

Anyways its Thomas pain day today ima cry and finish a fict i had going on-

zia i am going to SOB

he spends all his time caring for others and completely eliminating and suppressing his own and never even inconveniencing people and he takes everything on his own by himself and doesn’t rely on others just to keep them happy and he becomes the kind friend by completely ignoring any and all of his problems and focusing on everyone else ALASTAIR AND THOMAS LEARNING TO LET PEOPLE HELP, THEIR NEED TO TAKE ON EVERYTHING BY THEMSELVES COMES FROM DIFFERENT TRAUMA BUT THEY STILL LEARN TOGETHER i’m gonna cry oh my god this poor boy

he never let anyone see his grief over barbara (and then BAM alastair comes in and immediately understands him they fit so well please), never told anyone about his crush on alastair for so so many years bc he knew it would disrupt the friend group, has never been anything besides a pinnacle of emotional health because he can’t afford and won’t let himself be anything else lest he potentially inconveniences someone I WANT TO GIVE HIM A HUG and then alastair waltzes in and wants to know EVERYTHING about thomas oh my god

and that’s why their flat is so sacred to him bc he can be ANYTHING in the safety of his own home, in the safety of alastairs understanding, he can complain and whine and be as petty as he wants and alastair will simply chuckle and kiss on the forehead, and when thomas has genuine issues they work through it together and if thomas starts to shut down alastair will coax the worries out of him because “remember love you’re allowed to make a fuss and you’re allowed to lean on other people”

i’ve already started an alastair pain day is another kind of pain day coming oh no