#we had no idea about it and i went to bed early ish because i had to be up early

[jakeperalta]

how did the entire world see the northern lights last night except me

[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing.

Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. This is still a bit of fluff, honestly. Also Buggy gets drunk near the end of the chapter. He's also just a bit clingy but we kind of knew that at this point.

A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 12

He didn't want to wait.

Buggy was impatient. You told him it was another two months until you were officially done with your apprenticeship. That was 8 weeks. 60 days. Could he wait that long to ask you to marry him? It wasn't like the two of you were going to get married minutes after he asked, right? So he could ask, give you a ring, and seal the deal. That's all he had to do.

Right now he was sitting in the kitchen after dinner while you fixed his gloves. You said there was something wrong with the stitching with one of them, something you had noticed earlier in the day, and he wasn't going to argue with you since you were the professional with this kind of stuff, not him.

So while you fixed his gloves, he told you about some of his adventures on the sea in recent years, about fighting off more vicious crews, claiming victory, and all the treasure he found. You listened intently as you ran your fingers over the seams of one his gloves while your sewing kit sat untouched on the table.

He didn't need to know it was a little lie to spend more time with him.

“That's amazing, Buggy!” You told him as he finished his latest tale. A small part of you wondered about how true some of what he told you was, but you didn't really care. You liked seeing how animated he became when he spoke, hands gesturing wildly and his expressive face. It was a nice sight to see. “I'm almost done with your gloves.”

“Take your time, babe.” He grinned as he leaned back in his seat, watching as you looked over the gloves. They were both inside out while you checked over the seams of one of them. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm, just wanted to make sure the seams were strong, that's all.” You replied as you finished up. “They should be fine now.”

“What do I owe for this?” Buggy asked, watching as you worked. 

You shrugged as you handed them back to him, watching him slide them back onto his hands. “I take lunch dates for payment.”

“Tomorrow then?”

“Don't you have the seas to conquer?” You chuckled. “Aren't you tired of me yet?”

He reached across the table, taking your hands in his own. “Never. I'll never be tired of you. I'm going to marry you so I want to start getting used to seeing you every day.”

You smiled and shook your head as you leaned back in your seat. “Yea, but you still have things to do.”

“I can stick around for another week.” Buggy insisted. 

“You're sweet.” You said as you stood up from the table. “If you're sure, I imagine my boss can find more things for you to do around the shop.”

“Do I get paid at least?” Buggy frowned. You went over and gave him a kiss.

“You can share my bed, how about that?” You suggested as you ran your fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp gently. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, nodding in agreement. “Good. I know Miss Pins already made a list. She'll appreciate the help.”

Wait, what. He opened his eyes and frowned. “She already has a list? Was this your plan, woo me to stay here and then put me to work?”

“No, no, not at all.” You chuckled. “But if it was, it seemed to work. Now, I’ll let you stay the night again if you want, but if you need to return to your ship I understand.”

He probably should return to his ship, but he didn’t want to be away from you. Now that he knew he was going to marry you, even if he had to wait (he really didn’t want to wait), it was harder for him to spend even an hour away from you. There was still that thought of someone better coming along who would steal you away from him, and he didn’t want to risk that.

“Oh, Buggy, can I ask you something?” 

Buggy looked up at you, still leaning against you as you stroked his hair. “Anything.”

“Well, after I’m done here, I’m planning on heading back to visit my parents for a bit. There’s usually a big family reunion.” You told him, twirling locks of his hair around your fingers. “Is that something you’d want to come with me for? I have a big family, so if it’s too much, I understand.”

Wait, meet the family? Was that something he would have to do? “How… big of a family?”

“Big.” You chuckled. “I can’t even count how many cousins I have.”

Honestly, no, it didn't sound like a good time to him but he should at least meet your parents, right? That's what people did. So he nodded, agreeing to this, even if he may end up regretting it.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you leaned down to kiss him. “I'll let you know when it happens.”

~

He begrudgingly did the list of things Miss Pins wanted over the course of a few days before he had to head back to his ship. The only good thing about doing those things was spending more time with you. He needed to do some kind of piracy after being away from the ship for a few days, so you kissed him before saying goodbye, which he was fine with.

Buggy was planning on finding the perfect ring. He didn't want to wait. He would come back with the perfect ring, a bouquet of flowers, and propose, even if you weren't done yet. 

~

It was about three weeks before you saw Buggy again. He came bursting into the shop, throwing the door open before hunching over, panting heavily. You looked up from your work with Benji while Miss Pins stood at the counter. She raised an eyebrow as she gave him a look over.

“Where's the fire, Captain?” She asked as he slumped against the door frame. He managed to glare at her as he started to recover, but you got up and hurried over to him to help him to a chair.

“Buggy, what's wrong?” You asked as Miss Pins went to shut the door. “Why are you running?”

He held up a bouquet of petalless flowers for you, no doubt having been knocked around in the running. You took them from him with a smile while Benji pretended to gag. Then Buggy reached into his pocket and slid down onto his knees in front of you while taking your hand in his.

This was it. He had rehearsed what he had wanted to say as he ran to the shop, but it all left his brain as he looked up at you, feeling the gaze of Miss Pins and Benji on him as you just watched him. He stiffened up, sweating bullets as he stared up at you nervously. Were you going to say yes or was this just a lead up to a cruel joke from you?

“Wait, is he actually proposing to you, Sunny?!” Benji exclaimed. “Ew! Why?”

“Oh shush.” Miss Pins said, crossing her arms as she watched the scene in front of her. “He hasn't actually said anything yet. Sunny, you don't have to say or agree to anything, you know.”

“Just ignore them, Buggy.” You said, shaking your head. “You know my answer, you don't have to actually ask.”

“Y-Yea, but I can't just assume!” Buggy stammered as he held the ring up and you managed not to laugh. The stone on the ring was honestly as big as his nose, but bright blue in color and very, very impractical for you to wear on a daily basis since you used your hands for everything. He cleared his throat and tried to slide the ring onto your finger but it was unfortunately too small for your finger.  Buggy looked defeated but you took the ring and pulled him up to his feet.

“The ring is too small.” Benji whispered to Miss Pins.

“He didn't actually say anything.” She muttered. You rolled your eyes at their comments.

“Yes, Buggy, I'll marry you.” You told him; his eyes widened and he stood up straight, glancing over at your boss and associate with a smug look on his face. 

“Ha! I didn't even have to ask her.” He said rather proudly. “She accepted without hesitation.” 

The two of them rolled their eyes, of course he would say that. You stuck your tongue out at them before turning back to give Buggy a kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly before lifting you up and spinning you around excitedly. 

“We’re getting married!” He cheered. 

“Yes, yes, we are.” You laughed, patting him on the chest to put you down. “I only have a few more weeks, Buggy, then we need to visit my family.”

Oh, right, the family. Your massive family you mentioned. He was going to meet them. No, it would be fine. He wouldn’t let that worry him. He was a pirate captain, that had to impress some of them, right? It would be fine. Just fine. He didn’t need to worry.

~

You stayed the night with him on the ship. His crew wanted to celebrate their captain’s engagement with a loud party. While Buggy had been shy and flustered back in the shop when he asked, it was different when he was with his crew. He was showing you off, embellishing the story of your engagement, saying how you cried (you didn’t), how his speech wooed you (he didn’t say a word), and that you said you couldn’t wait to marry him (you didn’t say that but you did want to marry him). He was proud of the ring he stole and found a chain to string it on so you could wear it so it would deter others from chasing after you in the coming weeks.

It was fun, you had just one drink while Buggy got himself pretty drunk. It was past midnight when you finally convinced him to go to bed, and you ignored how red in the face he got when you said that, his drunken brain misinterpreting your words again when you led him to his room and helped him take his coat and shoes off. 

“D-Dontcha wanna wait til the h-honeymoon?” He slurred. You rolled your eyes before draping his coat over the back of a chair and setting his shoes beside it. “I-I mean, I’m good, I’m up for anything.”

“You need to sleep, Captain Buggy.” You told him as you took his bandana off next, helping shake his hair loose from being tucked under it for most of the day. “We aren’t having sex, okay?”

“Oh.” He frowned up at you, swaying a bit as he sat on the bed. “You wanna though, right? I don’t… my body doesn’t gross you out, does it?”

“It doesn’t, Buggy.” You assured him as you pulled the covers back on his bed. He rubbed his face and squinted in your direction.

“Are… are you staying the night?” Buggy asked. You sighed softly and nodded, smiling at him as you took your own shoes off before climbing into bed. His eyes lit up when you did that and he scrambled under the covers to latch onto you once you were under the blankets. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You told him, kissing him on the forehead as he snuggled up against you, his head resting on your chest as your arms went around him. “I need to get used to it since I’m marrying you.”

He glanced up at you, face red as he smiled brightly. “You are, aren’t you! I’m marrying you and you’re gonna marry me and I’m gonna be the happiest man ever!”

This was a different drunk Buggy from the one you encountered on his birthday, and it was nice seeing him so happy, even if it was influenced by alcohol. You just stroked his cheek, smiling as he nestled his face against you as he closed his eyes. It didn’t take long before he was asleep, snoring loudly. And tomorrow you would wake up before him, fix him breakfast, and start your day back at the shop. It was only a few more weeks before you would be done, and it was a little sad and kind of scary, but you were excited to be moving onto a new chapter of your life with Buggy.

[suckerforcate]

Hi! Id like to request a Larissa x reader with cliche tropes. Enemies (?) to lovers where reader is a teacher that’s stubborn and kind of always encourages the children with their slightly crazy ideas (only because reader likes to see them having fun because r never got to do so growing up) but of course, Larissa has to keep things in order so they kind of butt heads often. Before the children go back from their break, Larissa and reader had to go to a conference somewhere snowy and the second trope is that, of course, the hotel room only has one bed because the reservation was messed up. The conference got moved because of a snow storm so the two gets stuck in their room. They argue but then they calm down and somehow ends up confessing their feelings for each other.

I really love cliché tropes and would love to see one written for Larissa. Thank youuu!

Snow Storm

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1881

Warning: none

A/n: I love the one bed trope, honestly it's the best!!! Hope you like it<3

You had grown up with your grandmother and as much as you loved her and were thankful for having frown up so good, she wasn't one for crazy things. She liked order and quiet, no pranks or experiments.

So now, as teacher, your inner child laughed every time the students asked you to help them with some crazy idea they had. You always knew Larissa would disapprove and make you responsible for it, but you took that on you. It was just wonderful to see the kids have fun, often they had problems for themselves. They didn't have amazing families, struggled with their powers or had just normal teenage-problems. It was wonderful to see them have fun for once. To see them carefree and happy.

You knew Larissa didn't mean harm, she wanted to see the kids happy just as much as you. But she was the Principle, and she didn't like seeing a half blown up tree, because you decided to built your own firework. She also didn't like to see the whole school wall full of paint, because you filled balloons with it and threw it at each other. And she most certainly didn't like to see half her students out of bed in the middle of the night because you had organised a nightly scavenger hunt.

Sadly these things had caused some tension between Larissa and you. You couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't like you very much, because you were a troublemaker in her eyes. You on the other hand liked her a lot, probably way too much. Anytime she was angry at you and yelled, you just got nervous because it looked very hot. But you had come to terms with the fact that you'd probably stay alone forever, crying after this incredible woman.

That was until you went to a conference in Newport with Larissa.

It was the last week of Christmas break and Larissa initially asked someone else to accompany her. But they fell sick, and you were the only other teacher that hadn't gone home over Christmas. So she had no other choice. You had of course been incredibly excited, spending a few days with her.

The drive didn't take too long, round about an hour and a half. But as you arrived, you were met by a snow storm. It was still pretty early, because the conference would have started at two in the afternoon. To your delight, Larissa had gotten a message that the conference was cancelled. While you were parking.

"Couldn't they have said that earlier, we could've stayed home!" Larissa shrugged her shoulders, obviously annoyed too. You most definitely couldn't turn around, the snow storm was getting worse, and it had already been hard driving the last half hour.

You knew you couldn't check into your rooms until at least five o'clock. That would have been no problem, if there was a conference to attend. But there wasn't. You decided the most reasonable thing was to eat something first. Next to the hotel was a restaurant, that looked okay ish.

The first twenty minutes were horrible, no one talked, and you just awkwardly started at your glasses. To your own surprise, you were the one to break the silence.

"I'm really sorry, that you're stuck here with me now. I know your not very fond of me, to say lightly." You looked up at her, meeting kind eyes. Larissa put her hand on yours and stroked the back of your hand with her thumb. Your skin felt hot where she touched you and for a second your breath hitched.

"Oh Darling. That's not true, I like you. You're a wonderful person, you just have a talent of getting on my nerves from time to time." You chuckled, that you did.

"I'm not doing those things go get on your nerves, please know that. I do them, because it makes me incredibly happy to see the kids carefree from time to time. They all have way too much on their mind for teenagers and these pranks and adventures distract them." Larissa smiled at you, squeezing your hand.

"I know, but I'd be incredibly thankful, if on the future you could check up with me before doing these things. I'm positively sure there are ways of making them happy without destroying the school." You both laughed. Your eyes fell to her hand still on yours, not knowing what to say. You just wanted to grab it a little tighter, as the waiter came with your food, causing you to break apart hastily.

After that it was much more comfortable, you couldn't remember ever having talked so much with Larissa apart from her yelling at you. It felt absolutely natural, telling her about where you came from, why you had become a teacher. Her telling you about her time at Nevermore. You had always envied the kids for having had the opportunity to go to a school of outcasts.

"Well, I grew up with my grandma. I loved her, and I'm very thankful for her, but of course it wasn't always easy. She didn't understand my ability and for sure didn't know that there were schools for people like me. She was supportive of it, yes, and I also wasn't forbidden to use them at all. But I sometimes felt alone, like I was the only one like this. And of course I couldn't use them in school, no one would have understood. Just my Grandma and later my best friend knew about the telekinesis." Larissa gave you an apologetic look. Your best friend had also been the one to find out about Nevermore and told you about it. If it wasn't for him, you probably wouldn't sit here.

You had long finished dinner and were still talking until a waiter politely kicked you out, because the table was reserved for someone else now. A quick glance at your watch told you that you could probably try checking in. So you grabbed your luggage and went into the hotel. You gladly let Larissa speak to the young woman at the reception while looking around the lobby. As you saw Larissa rub her temples annoyed, you stepped forward and asked what's wrong. The kind young lady answered patiently.

"There has been a mix-up with the reservations. We've booked one room for two, instead of two rooms for one each." You knew the look Larissa gave the poor woman. She was close to an outbreak, so you quickly took over, pushing yourself in front of Larissa.

"That will be okay, we take it. No worries, it wasn't your fault." The woman smiled and you, thankful for your patience and understanding.

"Thank you, here are your keys. You can just put them in the box right there, when you leave." You nodded and gave her another smile. Turning around, you pushed Larissa in the direction of the lift.

"Larissa, it was hardly her fault." She knew that, but it had been a long day and her nerves were strained.

You had the key, so you also opened the door and were the first to step in.

"Oh..." you just stared at the bed.

"What else? I- oh." Larissa sat down on a chair, defeated. There was room for two, yes. But in one Queen sized bed, with just one blanket.

"It's okay, really. I'll sleep on the floor. I don't mind." Larissa's eyes shot up at you.

"Don't be ridiculous. There's just one blanket, do you want to freeze? Well both sleep in the bed. We're grown people." Yes you were, but you were also madly in love with the woman in front of you. You felt your cheeks heat up, but before she could see it you turned around and opened you bag grabbing some comfy clothes and your toiletries.

"I'll take a shower." With that you were through the bathroom door. Leaning on the door, breathing strained. How were you going to survive this? Stepping out of the shower, you put on some lotion and got dressed. Without thinking you stepped out of the bathroom, regretting it immediately. Larissa was still getting dressed and had nothing except her underwear and a bra on. Hastily you turned around again.

"Omg, I'm so sorry." You scolded yourself internally for not knocking or asking. You didn't turn around again until she sighed and talked.

"Turn around, I'm finished. It's not a big deal." You slowly turned, embarrassed of your reaction and packed your stuff away. Hesitantly you sat down on the edge of the bed and crawled under the sheet. Trying your hardest to not make contact with her skin in any way. Larissa sighed again, you were getting on her nerves. You knew it.

"For heaven’s sake, (Y/n). I'm not going to bite you. Do you want to fall out of bed?" You nervously slid closer, still keeping a fair distance. As much as that was possible in a bed of this size.

"Honestly the day was going very well, why are you making it so awkward now? You're overly nervous. It's horrible." She was extremely annoyed. You felt the words get stuck in your throat, and it took you a second to find them again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to annoy you. But I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and then you'd hate me again." Larissa looked at you, surprised of your unsure demeanour.

"(Y/n), I've told you. I don't hate you."

"Yeah, but you might." Larissa was utterly confused, what was all the fuss about?

"Why should I?" You gulped. You couldn't tell her, that would just make it all worse. But she looked at you expectantly. You knew she wouldn't let go until you said something.

"Because, I'm in love with you." You whispered it, so quite Larissa nearly failed to hear it. Her eyes widened, it was the last thing she had expected.

The look on your face broke her heart, she immediately felt guilty for having snapped at you. Her face, her voice even her body language relaxed and became kind and caring again. She gently laid an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. You were way too startled to say anything, and she used that to her advantage. She pulled you into her lap and put her head on your shoulder.

"Are you telling me, all this nervousness is caused by me?" She whispered into your ear, not flirty or seductive. Just amused, but full of love.

"Y-Yes." You stammered, her warm breath on your skin made your heart skip and lead to goosebumps all over you. You felt Larissa's hand slightly push your face to the side. You were now facing her.

"Oh, but darling. That's completely unnecessary." With that she lightly graced her lips over yours, barely touching them.

"Can I kiss you?" That question was redundant, as her lips were already practically on your. But you appreciated in nonetheless. So you nodded and not a second later her lips were fully on yours. At that moment, you forgot everything that ever worried you. For it was unimportant, all that mattered right now, were her lips on yours, her arms around your waist and the warmth of her body close to you.

[slippinmickeys]

i MUST know about the unseelie court casefile

I’ve been intrigued by the idea of a missing persons case where the body of someone who’d been missing for 20 years was found, but they hadn’t aged at all. I also wanted to explore M&S at the very beginning of their sexual relationship and how that might affect how they went about an investigation.

I started it almost two years ago and have a couple chapters done, but haven’t had the time sit down and actually PLOT. Which casefile’s require. I also don’t want to release as WIP, which tends to take a lot more time because my neurodivergent brain needs the ticking clock of a deadline and the encouragement of comments to really get shit done. So here we sit.

I’ve released parts of it before, I think, but here’s the beginning:

Not far above the pavement of US-23, the forest dripped. The rain was gentle but steady, the highway as black and slick as a surfacing seal. Ahead, they could just make out the panning red and blue lights of a tangle of squad cars. The trees that edged the roadway pushed in and down, as oppressive as low-hanging clouds. Beside her, Mulder sighed.

They’d been awoken early by a call from a Sheriff three counties down and four over, who’d heard of Mulder by reputation. They had a body and a bit of a situation and would he and his partner come take a look? It was the first time that Scully had stayed over, and she’d felt embarrassed that she was there when the call came in though it wasn’t as though either of them had trumpeted her presence. She’d rolled out of bed and refused to meet his eye as he hung up on the Sheriff and dialed Skinner.

Later, when he walked into his kitchen, dressed and shaven, he’d said, “Listen, Scully, if you regret what we’ve been-”

“I don’t,” she interrupted him, handing him a steaming mug of coffee and finally bringing her eyes to his. “I don’t.”

“Mea cuppa,” he’d said quietly, raising the brew to his lips. She’d been forced to smile at the pun.

It hadn’t been fair of her to seduce him, though it had been a glacial, cerebral wooing, inevitable, really, in every sense of the word. Mulder was tender-hearted and obsessive and after their second time together, she should have known that no amount of her stoicism or sense of workplace propriety would keep them from wanting to be together all the time. Last night, she’d had a foot out the door and was pushing him away with one hand and pulling him back with the other, his fingers tangled in her hair in masochistic bliss.

They still weren’t sure how to be with each other, and that morning they’d walked down to Mulder’s car in a loaded, restless silence.

Mulder eased up on the gas as they approached the cluster of brown police cruisers and cut the windshield wipers. There were deputies leaning against hoods, wearing those ridiculous plastic rain beanies over their service caps and trying to appear important. Mulder pulled over, parking haphazardly on the berm and looked out his window, where a small inland lake spread out to the east and west, the body they’d come to investigate lying under a blue tarp on top of a thin strip of dark, mealy sand.

They got out of the car and the Sheriff, holding a large black golf umbrella, pushed his way through his men, stepping up to Mulder and holding out a hand.

“Thanks for coming,” the man said by way of greeting, and Mulder nodded toward him and introduced him to Scully.

“Call came in this morning,” the man said after trading introductions. “Dog walker found him.” He turned to one of the deputies, a younger man with blond eyebrows and a pixie-ish nose, freckles smattered over the bridge of it. “Avery, you got the file?”

Deputy Avery stepped forward. “Right here, sir,” the younger man said, handing over a beat up file folder; a brown, vintage-looking thing with a faux-wood finish. He gave the two agents a friendly smile and stepped back.

Scully nodded at the folder now gripped in the Sheriff’s hand. “You got an ID?”

The Sheriff sort of shook his head and nodded at the same time. “That’s why we called you out,” he said, handing over the file. “No apparent cause of death,” he added as an afterthought. “Forensic unit out of Richmond is on their way out.”

Mulder flipped the file open and read for a moment before looking back up. “Missing persons?” The older man nodded, looking uncomfortable. “Must feel good to close such a cold case,” Mulder went on before looking back down at the paperwork. Scully leaned over to get a look at it. The victim was male, was in his early twenties when he’d gone missing in 1976, last seen wearing white sneakers and jeans and a yellow striped top.

“You’re confident of the identification?” she asked dubiously, ‘76 being a quarter of a century past.

The Sheriff swallowed. “There was no ID on the body, but… we’re pretty confident.”

Mulder flipped the file closed. “Let’s take a look,” he said.

“Andy!” The Sheriff called out, and a deputy who had been standing near the tarp-covered body waved back. “Andy was first on scene,” he said to the two agents.

Mulder noticed that when he and Scully began to pick their way down the embankment towards the small beach, none of the members of the sheriff’s department joined them.

As they approached, Mulder got a better look at Andy the deputy, who barely looked old enough to drive. It was likely he’d pulled corpse-sitting duties in an act of hazing. His arms were crossed over his chest while the walkie clipped to his shoulder gave a steady susurration of dispatch chatter. He gave off an air of indifference, but he was plowing through a stick of gum, working his tongue at it elaborately, snapping it nervously through his teeth.

“What time did the call come in?” Scully asked, crouching down next to the body, her knees softly popping.

“About seven am,” he answered, then added, “ma’am.”

“Someone walking their dog, the sheriff said?” She lifted up a corner of the tarp to get a look at the victim’s face. Mulder watched as her eyebrows furrowed into a chevron of confusion.

The deputy nodded, continuing to gnaw on his gum, and hooked his thumbs through his shiny utility belt.

Mulder noted the pawprints and shoe prints of the dog walker who’d found the body. The sand underneath them was damp, but firm, and showed only a few other prints, all of them looking to be standard police-issue.

“Did you examine the body?” Mulder asked him.

“There was no pulse, no ID on him,” the deputy replied.

“How did you-”

“Hey Mulder?” There was a sharpness to her tone that made Mulder stop talking. “Can you take a look here?”

Scully peeled back the corner of the tarp, revealing a young-looking man with dark hair. He was dressed in jeans, white tennis shoes and a yellow striped tee shirt. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. Mulder glanced down at his hand, which was still holding the archaic looking missing persons file. “Huh,” he said. Scully reached up and touched his wrist, and he knew that she’d find his pulse beating rabbit-quick.

“If you don’t mind,” the deputy said, clearing his throat. “I’m going to…” he hooked a thumb up toward the rest of his compatriots and beat a hasty retreat.

“Those clothes don’t look twenty years old,” Mulder said.

“Twenty six,” Scully corrected, still hunched close to the ground. “Can I see the file?” Mulder handed it over without a word, and Scully flipped through it quickly, her eyes scanning the contents.

“This can’t be right,” she said.

[aita-blorbos]

am i the asshole for having an argument with my girlfriend?

i (23X) had an argument with my girlfriend (23F) of about 7 years. we are both fairly private people and have been throughout our relationship, and thus have never really talked in depth about things such as our families, both of us having left home fairly early on in our lives.

since i left home due to emotional neglect and pressure to appease my family (won't get into it here - we'd be here a while), i had always been under the impression that she had left for the same or similar reasons as me.

One night we were talking and we got on this topic and it was revealed that they did, in fact, have loving parents; she just rejected them for reasons that i - to be transparent here - have no idea of.

when this was brought up it upset me quite a lot and i ended up lashing out in a way i usually don't do. i ended up realising this while in the middle of it, and to calm myself down, i decided to go out for some air. i told them i needed a minute to process for myself.

i left our flat and went for a 15-ish minute walk, and then, when i was ready to turn back and talk, i went back home. when i got home, she was just gone; didn’t look like she packed or brought anything with her, but she was just gone as if she’d just poofed into thin air or something. i waited for her to come back, thinking she’d maybe also gone to clear her head, but after an hour, two hours, three hours of sitting around she still hadn’t come back. i ended up going to bed alone, figuring she might come home by morning.

well, i woke up today and she’s still not back, and i’m not sure what to do. should i look for her? we work at the same place and i might ask our coworkers if anyone’s seen them. i know i probably overreacted but was i completely in the wrong? genuinely asking here. any advice and verdict is welcomed.

EDIT: hi, it’s been a few weeks and she’s still missing, and i’m really worrying about if she’s alright. i feel kind of awful for reacting so badly. i’ve asked my coworkers if anyone’s seen them to no avail, no one’s heard anything from her. i haven’t gone to look for her because if they happen to not want to see me i wouldn’t want to force her to. 

[kinetic-elaboration]

May 30: Fic Planning (Vague)

Too much stuff at work but the real problem is that I’m distracted by talking to people about lakes. Went grocery shopping after work like a real adult. Tomorrow is Friday; I’m acting like it’s Saturday but also in denial about it being almost Saturday. Some chance I’ll end up on some impulse trip with B and some chance I’ll ensconce myself in my apartment and write, and some chance I’ll vegetate to no end whatsoever.

I don’t think I’m going to be able to finish Borne, or at least not for a long while. I sit with it at lunch but don’t even crack the spine because I just can’t. Soon I’ll just start something else but today I sat around and thought about the drawer fic because I guess it’s too long now for me to just do whatever the fuck feels right at the moment with it. I have to have reasonable ideas or something (none of the ideas will be reasonable).

The no-spoiler/no-specifics version:

I’m set on the rest of this section:

D/J scene, finish

T/D, D scene

J, T/D/J, T/J scene; got some contradictory ideas for this in terms of tone but I think it’s important and also possibly fun

Then it goes tits up. I have a lot of ideas but it’s like a puzzle trying to figure out what order the scenes should be in and like being in some sort of ocean trying to figure out what I need and what makes sense. But also I don’t care about making sense. The problem is first an order of operations problem: to get my T/J scene as I had it in my head that day I fell sleep on my couch, I need other scenes to come first, and I don’t know if I think this is the right time for them but I suppose it probably is. And second it’s a Tom problem. He needs to be in the scene after this. I know that. That’s obvious to me. But what’s his vibe? I’ve been thinking today it’s ‘distracted from any angst by his own horniness’ and I’m leaning toward that direction. We can do angst-y-ish-ness later. I’m having the most fun when I write my poor man’s smut here anyway.

Then possibly right into my central-pin scene—I don’t have a sense of scale so this still feels early somehow but I think objectively it’s probably pretty late, and my how-will-I-do-this D/J scene, and T/D. They’re all going to have to collectively learn how to have conversations I guess.

Anyway. And so to bed.

[scoups4lyfe]

Welcome to the Show -BD PPT Part 10

Again, I have ADHD and BD and can agree that yes, My ADHD symptoms sucked extra hard when added to the early BD onset.

The below entry shows (1) binge-eating and (2) OCD intrusive-esque thoughts.

[Journal entry]

October 1st, 2022

Sabbath, 3:24 PM

Last night I went to bed at about 6:00 AM. Today I woke at 2:30-ish. 

The first thing I noticed when I got out of bed was (1) I was very tired, (2) my neck hurt just a bit, so I slept on it wrong—not badly enough though—because it doesn’t hurt at all now, praise the lord; (3) hungry. 

There was a hunger about me. 

I remembered how last night like a desperate man I scavenged through our kitchen. I think it’s the mania making me hungry, because I just felt this overwhelming need to eat something. 

The caramel was gone, as was the jam, so I had taken an apple we got on wednesday that we bought from a farmer lol, and now it was all I had. So I ate about half of it. 

These honey crisp apples taste really good. I kind of chided myself for indulging in one though, because my stomach was burning pain—like scabs inside my gut, or internal bleeding—and I had trouble with even the idea of consuming any kind of solid food. My dad brought home instant mashed potatoes because of this. So, what in the world was I doing at 4:00 in the morning??? Eating an apple when I know solid food isn't going to go down well? (Doesn’t matter cause I ate it anyway, lmao.) 

But I was still hungry—so I ate old taco bell beef-corn tortilla hard shell—tacos that sat on the stove. (That can’t be a healthy dietary choice LOL.) After I finished one of them, I went back to my room, I don’t know to do what, probably waste time on youtube or with editing screenshots from Donbrothers episode 19, and man my stomach took to that taco like gasoline to fire. 

Almost immediately I regretted making that choice. 

But then an hour later I went back to the leftover taco bell, and had some of the dorito taco (not all of it), just maybe ⅓ or half. [Then I fvcked around and went to bed maybe a few hours later.] 

Today is sabbath—so y’know—I’m supposed to be resting. And I AM. 

Comma, space, however—

Well. There are just things that I want to do. I’ve gathered my sketchbook, [insert a bunch of writing journals and reference books] and also my pencil case. 

(LMAO.) 

Ngl though, the fact that it’s 4:00 PM had the burning—lightning-ous—feeling, back inside my stomach. I had it before I even started this journal entry, and I still have it now. Like my mind—or more aptly, my fvcking stupid-a$$ intrusive thoughts (Kyle <3) —  just kept repeating:

 “ah, the day is over, you didn’t do anything, the day is over, you didn’t do anything, the day is basically already finished and what are you doing? Sitting here on the couch knowing that you will never be able to do any of the things that you want to do, because the day is over and you’ve already done nothing. You’ve done it again. The only thing it seems you **are** able to do—  nothing. Isn’t that funny? Now you’ll have to try again on Sunday, and inevitably fail again. The day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over  the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over the day is over

 the day is over—” 

ENOUGH! 

And whenever I look at the clock, or think about the time, or even just see the shadows in the curtains, my thoughts do it all over again—and again—and again. 

Then I can feel the breath in my throat, and all the energy inside my stomach just is everywhere. Anxiety. 

(Not a great feeling lmao.) 

So yeah—I’ll try and come back here before I go to bed ( I mean, don’t count on it LOL), and so ….yeah. I got nothing else to really say rn other than, uh, see you later? (Lordt.) 

[entry end]

The above entry I think does a good job at showing binge-eating. It’s super easy for people with BD to end up with an eating disorder.

I fvcking fainted in college because I slept during the cafeteria hours so I was surviving on like…vending machine m&ms. Not to mention when I get in those depressive periods I can go full days without eating because I either can’t get out of bed or the idea of eating makes me nauseous.

And then there will be days where I’ll wake up in the middle of the night, and almost like sleep-walk in a daze to the kitchen and eat whatever I can get my hands on no matter how sh*tty and unappetizing it is.

Anyways—all this to say that BD comes with extra baggage of mental illness 😵‍💫🤤🥴🤕👻👾👾👾👾👽🙀😮‍💨🫠.

Still cannot stop laughing at the youtube comment LOL.

"Wow! Bipolar people are human too!" Like yeah, who would've thought

🤪

Just goes to show how powerful and prevalent stigma is for mental illness -- but esp. for BD.

Hopefully this info helps get rid of that stigma >:/

....༼ง’̀-‘́༽ง

༼ง’̀-‘́༽ง mfer

If someone tells you they’re Bipolar, that can be a very real and very big thing. That means they trust you. So writing it off as, “that doesn’t matter to me” comes off as insensitive because it matters to US, bro. It fvcking matters to us.

I was watching a podcast where the speaker (who had Bipolar) was talking about their experience where they met this guy that seriously did not believe Bipolar was a real actual thing and thought those people needed to “get over themselves.” Which infuriates me to the SEVENTH degree. It’s also wild asf, but again.

Y’all don’t know SHXT when it comes to Bipolar

For those still asking this question:

tldr; y'all don't know SHXT about Bipolar. x2

"Y'all" including mental health professionals and doctors 🤪

naw fr though.

Normally I would be like "yeah, whatever" but using that as an adj can get tricky ESPECIALLY if you start using it to describe a person because then you might spread unintentional bias and misinformation onto others.

"Oh --Vegas is bipolar?" No. He is NOT bipolar.

Don't. fvcking. Use. That. ADJECTIVE!!!

So, Werewolves = Bipolar in a nutshell

(Let me explain lmao.) 

Werewolves have 2 sides to themselves — the human side, which is mainly present and in control, and the beast — which comes out every moon cycle or so, raises all sorts of hell, and then disappears. Always leaving the human counterpoint to deal with the aftermath. 

Humans that turn into werewolves prepare for full moons — often going into isolation so as to not hurt their loved ones, or irreparably damage their life, and the lives of those around them. 

With a good support system, a werewolf can live a normal life (mostly), where their other-self isn’t always wrecking havoc. For people with Bipolar, it’s the same. We are not always werewolves. We are often human. Our illness is cyclical — it will always have a new cycle, and it cannot be cured. When we have an “episode” — though no two bipolar people are the same; how we act, think, feel, and what we do can change. We are not separate from “the beast,” however. Both sides are very much the same person. Though they can be drastically — drastically —  different.  

In his interview with Rolling Stone, Ian stated (about one of the songs on his album): 

“— On “Miss Understood,” it’s a character’s diary entry where she fell in love with Ian but she kinda fell in love with MITO, too. It comes from personal experience; I want to date when I’m Ian, but there was one moment where she liked the darkness in me, which was weird because it’s like, “You don’t really know what this brings.” But she stuck around, and it was hard to be me in front of her. There was a sense of inferiority, for sure, because I know how different I am between my states, but also I was very cautious not to give my all in that [down] state because I’m not wanting to hurt someone mentally. So I’d just seclude myself. A lot of the songs in this album hit on this note.”

For the moon, Bipolar episodes are (as previously stated, perhaps multiple times) cyclical. They run in cycles — over and over and over again. The days come and go, but then there will always be that transition into a full moon, just as how the entire moon will also eventually completely disappear from sight during a New Moon. (Plus the connection / belief popular culture has with the superstition that a Full Moon brings madness with it / lunacy.) 

So we’ve finally come to the end of this PPT series…genuinely hoped this was enlightening to anyone it happened to come across.

If you have any other questions feel free to comment or dm me. 🥳

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Journal Entries: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

PPT Essay Extras: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5)

PPT Essay: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7] , [8], [9]

Visual Clips (Depressive Episodes): (1), (2)

[dzpenumbra]

2/12/23

Today was really disappointing. I was going to say emotional, I typed it out and everything, but honestly, I've had much more emotional days than today this week. This was just... disappointing and hurtful and... full of things going wrong. Like a Murphey's Law kinda day.

I was up until about 2 because my upstairs neighbors were stomping around and talking really loud. Like... "if I paid attention I could likely have eavesdropped their entire conversation" loud. And that wasn't the end of the world, I got to bed at a decent-ish hour and got to sleep quickly. I had vivid dreams, but I don't remember them, maybe I'm overdue for dream journaling again? Hmm...

However... I was woken up at... 8 AM. By the same people. Again, stomping around and carrying on at full volume. On a Saturday morning. I tried to go back to sleep and failed. I made some cereal and went downstairs and passed out in the comfy chair for a bit.

Once I woke up rested, I started the day with some yoga. It was absolutely punishing. I was dripping sweat. I couldn't even do two of the poses because my hands and feet couldn't grip because they were too sweaty. It was really good in the end and I'm glad I did it, but man, that was super intense. I'm not sure if I like that kind of like.. really fast paced yoga. I dunno, it's the same thing but it just feels like... frantic, I guess.

Welp, once that was over I was just... starving. Even after my early breakfast and gigantic dinner last night. I got more food and sat on the floor, ate and watched the Subnautica playthrough. I wanted to stretch my hips out while eating, I think all this sitting in a chair all the time is really what fucked up my hips, neck and back. So I want to try sitting on the floor more. And it kept me from like... losing track of time sitting there and watching for 2 hours.

I hit the showers, then went straight to fill out my disclosure consent form so my new GP (who I have known a total of 15 minutes) can talk to my therapist about my potential ADHD screening. It took no time at all and I got it done. Then I went and finished writing an email to my old therapist to see if he would be willing to consult on all of this in some capacity, just to get as many good people on my bench as possible. Then, when I finally felt comfortable sending that, I looked at the clock and it was 4:30 PM. I was like... "shit, I better make sure I get to the health center before they close", so I checked their hours. They closed at noon. I was given this form on the 6th. And I had this whole plan how I was going to drop this form off and have a super productive day and then drop by any thrift shop or Goodwill or anything I could find and no matter what come home with a bookshelf or a worktable. And... everything just completely fell flat.

All of the places I wanted to go to were going to close at 5, or were closed already. Health Center won't be open again until monday. I was just... my motivation just crashed. And I blamed myself.

I got really upset with myself for somehow losing time, somehow letting the whole day get away from me. I couldn't place it. I had no idea where the time went, I was getting upset. But I was also really hungry still... I have no idea why I've been so damn hungry today. So I made ramen just to carry me to dinner, emergency shit food. And as I was nuking the ramen, my mom called.

After a little bullshit small-talk about like... problems in the workforce in my country right now, and the blatant disregard for quality of life and shit like that... eventually we got past all that... and I started to really explore for the first time where my time went today. And I do that just as authentically with others as I do with myself. I get very frustrated and very hurt and confused. I lament about how I don't know how I can improve if I don't know why this keeps happening, or even what is happening. I don't know how I can go from starting yoga at noon - yoga is 20 minutes, then eat food... probably 30 mins... then shower... 30 mins... then fill out a form that is literally two addresses and a signature... and then add a paragraph to an email and proofread it... and then POOF, it's fucking 4:30 PM. Like... do the math. 20+30+30+15? = 95 mins? Just over an hour and a half? So... am I supposed to believe that I was proofreading that email for 3 fucking hours? Am I supposed to believe I was only able to write one paragraph in that email in 3 hours, and I write this every night and it rarely takes me longer than an hour? Like... please, please tell me at least one other person would be freaked out by that.

The first time I started consciously noticing lost time like that, I assumed I was just blacking out and didn't notice it or something. I had zero proof of this because I lived alone, I just had no other explanation. And I told the Counseling Center in my town my theory, I trusted them with that, and... without any confirming stories or tests, they diagnosed me with epilepsy and put me on anticonvulsants and mood stabilizers.

So... this is a problem that goes pretty far back. And it affects my ability to function in society, as I'm sure one could imagine. And all I want is to just find out what is happening. Did I get distracted by something and I don't remember? Did I hyper-fixate on the email and proofread it over and over and over dozens of times, and it just felt like a couple times? Did I fall asleep sitting up and not notice or something? Like... I legit have no idea how that big of a span of time is just... gone. It freaked me out.

What's worse for today... not just that scenario happening... but talking about it with my mom... she just had no idea how I was reacting to it or why. No clue. She tried to offer to call doctors' offices for me and figure out forms and stuff, which is kind of course and... not really... the problem? Like not even the same ballpark as the problem? I tried so hard to communicate that, but like... she just wasn't getting it. And I just kept repeating over and over how overwhelmed I was by the concept and how I just wanted to know what happened, and "isn't it weird?", and shit like that. And she seemed like she was just standing there like "which bag do you want me to carry in from the car?", not like... actually genuinely concerned about this problem and wanting to investigate it.

Not to mention... after like an hour of that, the impostor syndrome starts kicking in, convincing me that I have no real proof that I'm not subconsciously faking this entire thing. And I'm pestering all these doctors and shit to give me meds that I don't even really want to take for a condition I haven't been diagnosed with since George W. Bush was in office. --- some college kids were running in the hallway outside my apartment being really loud, it's 2:15 AM. I started grumbling and muttering. Oh god, I don't need to be that guy, they're just having fun, it's a weekend! I said to myself, "those are the people posting on the local subreddit," and it made me chuckle, because it's most likely true. A lot of college kids around here.

So yeah, my freaking out led to my mom doing what she calls "trying to fix it", and then fighting with me when I tell her that her solution doesn't even address my problem. After at least 2 hours of that confusion and frustration, we came back around and she helped me explore my theories. I'm just trying to figure out what this underlying thing is underneath my depression, trauma and anxiety. My... emotional overwhelm. The thing that makes me look at tasks around the house and go "that's way too big". Like... okay. PTSD/trauma stuff is... associative, it's trigger-based. I used the skate park in an example with my mom, so I'll use that here, probably not for the first time. So I've thought long and hard about it and I do not have any trauma associated with the skatepark. Anxiety? It's honestly easier when I'm in-the-field. I've said for a while, my anxiety is mostly about the anticipation, the build-up. I can just hit "Go Live" on OBS and I'll be fine after the first 30 seconds. I can handle being in a conflict with a good friend and stay calm. I can handle being lost in the woods when it's getting dark in the winter on a trail I've never been on before, while my therapist I'm with is freaking out about getting stranded. And those aren't just puffing out my chest and bragging, that's legitimate confidence in my ability to handle those situations, and well-founded too. Those are skills I do actually have. And Depression? Depression saps my confidence battery. My motivation and my confidence. Depression is a shitty voice in my head that I'm pretty sure is a driving force behind the impostor syndrome stuff... that kind of effect. But what is getting me... is like... the scope.

This was what I was having a hard time articulating. The scope of these emotions. Some days the exact same issue - going to the skatepark - is like... "well duh, sure I'll go." And some days it's "that would take moving mountains, and the payoff is peanuts." That's what I kept saying, huge investment, little payoff. And what I've been suspecting is that the emotional overwhelm component... the scope of the emotional impact... and how the emotional overwhelm can completely incapacitate me... that feeds the others.

Even now, I feel like I'm full of shit. I feel like I'm looking for a fucking ghost. I feel like I just have PTSD, anxiety and depression mixing together and that's just what it feels like for me, and that's just that. That I struggle to go to the skatepark because of low self-esteem, because I'm anxious people will judge me or something. But like... I'm not. Like... I would say that here if I was, honest. I really don't give that much of a shit, it doesn't register so high on my radar that I'm going to straight up not skate at all, or avoid the skatepark. It just feels like a titanic undertaking to do this task, and it feels like the payoff better be worth the investment. And the investment looks huge and the payoff looks small. So... why is the investment huge? Why is it this whole big thing to go to the skatepark?

It's been years and I still don't have a clear answer for that. And people just treat me like I'm being defiant, like I'm being difficult and deliberately making my life harder. It's an emotional thing. It feels difficult. It feels complex. Like doing the dishes.

Oh my god, I've figured this out before. I've heard people talking about this. Wow, this is a cool moment. So... a thing that happens sometimes... often, I should say... is that once I get started on the dishes or cleaning the bathroom sink or something? I just... I mean, while I'm up... I'll just clean the countertop too... I'll just wipe down the mirror... and then one thing can turn very quickly into laying on my belly on the floor scrubbing dirt out of the grout around the bathtub for an hour. Am I trying to like... be careful about that? To make sure I have a detailed plan or someone around to make sure that I don't get lost or distracted in something? Or am I just used to small things getting inflated into things much much bigger? I don't know, I felt a connection to that.

Agh.

This is what I'm saying, like... I'm too biased to be able to judge this. Yet... I live alone, and have for a very long time, so I have zero perspective to confirm or deny any of my theories. Like... I've come to embrace that I will never have a normal life, but like... I need to figure out some of these things so I can have a more functional life. If I set aside 4 hours to proofread an email... just in case, because "remember what happened last time, and no one will check in to like... snap you out of it"... I'm just going to have to dedicate half a damn day to... sending one email. That's a problem.

It came back up today, my mom thought I was kidding... or like... being melodramatic or something... but I said it 100% serious. If I was smoking cigarettes still I would likely not have this problem. I had myself trained to get up and go outside every... 2 hours or so? Even if I didn't want to smoke, I would drop whatever I was doing and go take a smoke break. If I was still smoking, the email situation would not have happened. And the stimulants in them would likely be helping me focus my thoughts more, as well. I was bummed to come to that conclusion. That, currently, it would be significantly better for my mental health to take up smoking again after over a year off of them (after 18 years of smoking) than for me to be pursuing ADHD meds prescribed from a doctor. Something is not right with that.

I don't want to talk about this anymore, it's stressing me out. I don't have answers here and I'm just tired.

Later in the conversation, we had another... episode. She went off on me. Over something really stupid. I was upset the post office was charging me to forward my mail. I was venting. I felt like the post office kinda has a monopoly on physical mail, and i thought it was a government service? But apparently it's just a private service, despite everyone being required to have a physical mailing address for like... literally anything - a job, an ID, proof of residence, etc. Like, to be a legal citizen you need to have a mailing address... but that mailing address is owned by a private company that has no competition. I don't know, it was weird to me. And fuck me for asking questions on that, because I got laid out for it. And I don't want to get into that, of course. It's not my problem to discuss, I was just on the other side of it.

But what I will mention is that I did a good job of saying very outright when the conflict went way too far, and expressed that I would have to leave if things continued that way. Boundaries, I set really firm boundaries today. And they were kinda... not taken seriously at first, but after a bit it seemed to register. So that was good. And she did regain control of her self after a bit, which is very good progress, and we discussed options on how to reflect on that and address it.

So... not all shit today... just... everything went wrong.

So I made fried rice from scratch after. And my canned peas that I left open in the fridge were off... and I said fuck it and washed them and put them in anyway because they really make the meal. So... hopefully that wasn't Murphey's Law too.

I am completely emotionally drained, and I'm actually having trouble keeping my eyes open. Bed is screaming my name.

[fezcosbitch]

Gypsy ~ Tommy Shelby.

“Someone Tell me when is it my turn? Don’t I get a dream to myself?”

-In which Tommy constantly ignores his wife, Rose’s wishes and wants, to the point where she can’t take it anymore.

Let me know if I should make a series revolving around Rose and Tommy!! I’d love to but not if people don’t want to know more on them!

-based off of Rose’s turn from Gypsy the Musical.

-not proofread or Edited

-angst?? Ish kinda empowering tbh.

“Oi, Rose, come here!”

For the fifth time in the hour, Rose slammed her book shut. She tensed as she closed her eyes, then proceeded to stand up and make her way back to his office, to undoubtedly be told what to do again.

See there was a time where Tommy and Rose were truly in love and devoted to each other, one always more so then the other, but they were both dedicated to their relationship. They were teenage sweethearts who where torn apart by the war, but found love again once Tommy returned.

Once the business started to bloom, and Tommy could afford things like official offices and Arrow House, things shifted for the relationship. Rose had always been enamoured by Tommys ideas and thoughts about the future, that she had always put herself behind him. She’d spend countless days making sure Tommy had everything he needed to make things run smoothly, and make sure everything went to plan, that she undoubtedly lost some of herself in him. But ever since the move to the country side mansion, tensions had started to rise. With Rose realising just how much of herself she had given to Tommy throughout the years, All the While receiving none of him to make up for it.

She rubbed the bags under her eyes as she climbed the last step, preparing herself for the instructions of her husband. As she opened the door she received faint memories of her ‘past life’ as she’d call it. The life on watery lane where she used to try and sneak into Tommys room in the morning to wake him up by scaring him, which would always end in laughter and a cuddle session on his bed before he’d head off to work. Now, she’d be lucky to get a cuddle at nighttime, let alone in the early morning.

“Yes, Tommy” she poked her head around the door, as if she was trying to hide herself.

“I’ll need you to deliver these letters to my brothers and Johnny Doggs before sundown. Then I need you to make sure the cars are filled. And the maids know what to do In order to look after the house for a few weeks, we’re going to London tomorrow, and we won’t be back for a bit so I want to make sure they know what to do” Tommy told his partner, not even looking at her as she spoke.

Rose stood there, shocked for a minute, before she decided to speak up. “We’re going to London? Or you’re going to London?” She needed clarification.

“We, Rose. I have business down there, and I’ll need you at some point.” Tommy said nonchalantly, not thinking that it would make a difference to her life since she lived through him.

“I can’t Tommy, my cousins are coming back down the west in a week, they’re coming by to see me” Rose argued.

“Well I may need you, so you’ll have to catch up with them after.” Tommy brushed off again.

With Roses recent thoughts on her life, and how much it had changed, she was growing increasingly angry.

“You know I can’t do that, Tommy, because once they leave I won’t know where they are for ages, unless we send Johnny Doggs out again but I doubt you’d want that, considering they’re just my family.” Rose spat the end out. Growing increasingly bitter towards the man who had no regard anymore for anyone but himself and his business.

“You’ll see them again.” Was Tommys plain response.

“You know, I thought maybe we could join them at some point. We haven’t travelled in years. We could go south with them for 6months or so? You know it’s always been my dream to travel all the way across Britain with them” Rose grew tired of arguing.

“No. We have the business, we don’t need Gypsy vardos anymore. This is my dream now, right now.” Was the response. It was the final straw for Rose. Tommy had forgotten their roots. The roots which were embedded in Rose Lee and Tommy Shelby from birth had just been ripped out and suffocated by the man who used to fantasise about working with horses and living in the country. While one of his wishes came true, it wasn’t quite in the same line of which he used to believe it would be.

“Well, go on tell me, when is it my turn? Don't I get a dream for myself? I’m fed up of living behind you, I’m my own person Tommy, and if you can’t respect the fact that we want different things, and that we have to compromise with each other, then this gangworld can get out of my damn way” Rose snapped and unleashed her inner thoughts as she slammed her hands on Tommys desk, finally making him look up and into her eyes of pure fury.

“If it wasn’t for me, then where would you be, miss ‘gypsy’ Rose Lee?” Tommy said venomously. Again questioning her roots as a gypsy.

“I’d be living my fuckin’ dream Tommy, that’s what! I’d be passing west next week with my cousins, and living in a vardo with my husband and 5 children.” Rose expressed her true feelings, and watched the realisation strike Tommys face.

The slow realisation that over all these years, he withheld his wife from the thing she really wanted most, him, and nature. Not all this fancy shit he’s provided her with. Not the mansion or the 40 something bedrooms. Just him and her, and what ever came of it.

Before Tommy could say anything, Rose stormed towards the door, but stopped just before she could leave and faced her husband once more.

“Starting now it’s gonna be my turn! I have all my dreams for myself. From now on, I bat a thousand, Everything’s gonna come up” Rose stated proud.

Rose walked out knowing she had finally told her husband what she thought, and what she was gonna go do now that he knew. He had no say in her dreams anymore. Not until he proved himself worthy enough to be in them. She may well buy herself a vardo, though she admits she won’t travel in it without Tommy holding the reigns. But she may well just park it on the drive to remind him that her option to leave is there continuously, and that she won’t be his lap dog anymore.

[ibis-gt]

hello i have written an au based on @unicornofgt 's fantastic gtms series! please go read that if you haven't yet, it's a real fun ride.

2500 words, warnings for swearing, brief gore and violence.

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Cam woke up. It was still dark out, though, so he decided he’d try and go back to sleep before his alarm clock went off. He went to roll over and pull the covers up, and realized there were no covers because he wasn’t in bed, or even lying down. He was on his feet and he could feel his arm was outstretched, hand curled into a fist as though he’d just thrown a punch. Then he became aware of a little voice screaming in his head. Or, maybe right in front of his head? It sounded frustrated and scared.

“Why can’t I move? Why isn’t anything working!? Oh, shit, it’s getting up, left left go LEFT goddamn it!”

Left? Cam knew which way was left. Should he go left? He sidled that way slowly, unsure of what else to do. He still couldn’t see, it was too dark out, and he didn’t know who the voice belonged to or what it was talking about.

Suddenly, something slammed hard into his right shoulder, spinning him around, and he heard the voice scream in panic. There was the screech of something sharp scrabbling against metal. Whatever had hit him was hanging on, trying to drag him to the ground. He widened his stance and leaned away from it, trying to counterbalance to keep on his feet. The voice cried out again.

“Shit, shake it off, c’mon! Watch out for the tail - hand up! Now!” Cam threw his free hand out in front of himself and felt something slam into it - the tail, he supposed.

“There! Good! Now pull it off!” He got a grip on the tail and tugged as hard as he could. The weight against his right side lessened, and finally with one last metallic screech came free as he tossed it away.

“Oh, god, what the hell? Did we switch to voice controls mid-battle and no one told me? I hate this army. Ok, fine. Forward!”

Army? Battle? Voice controls? Cam’s head was spinning, his adrenaline was pumping, and he still couldn’t see. Following the voice had to be his best option. If they were in a fight, it was his only chance of getting out alive. He made himself march forward, but he was still hesitant. It was one thing to grab for things you couldn’t see, but walking when you couldn’t tell what was in front of you was nerve-wracking. There could be a big pit or something right in front of him, and he’d never know.

“Forward, c’mon, I need to get to it before it gets up! Move!”

Well, the voice would tell him if he was going to step in something, wouldn’t it? It seemed like its survival depended on him defeating whatever that thing that had hit him was. He moved forward with more confidence, picking up the pace and breaking into a jog.

“Slow down, we’re right on top of it! Stomp!”

Cam skidded to a halt and lifted his foot. He hesitated for one moment - what if he missed? - and the voice came back.

“LIttle to the right… there you go. Down! Hard!”

He brought his foot down. Something crunched and splattered underneath it. Cam felt bile rise in his throat as he realized he had no idea what - or who - he’d just stomped on. What if that was another person’s head? He’d assumed whoever it was had been trying to kill him, but he didn’t know. What if they just wanted to subdue him? Why were they fighting?

“Give it another one, just in case,” the voice said. Cam recoiled in horror and took several steps back, and the voice called out in confusion. “What? What’s going on?”

To hell with this. Now that Cam had a moment to think, he could feel something around his head. It wasn’t dark out, there was something covering his eyes. He tried to put a hand on his face and hit some smooth, flat surface. The voice whimpered.

Cam reached up with both hands and felt around his head. Some kind of helmet thing, it felt like. He got a grip on the sides and pulled. It resisted at first, like it was tethered in place, but he gave it a twist and yanked, and whatever had been holding it snapped. He pulled his head free and gasped in fresh air. Fresh-ish air. Better than the stale stuff stuck in the helmet, at least.

He turned the helmet over in his hands, giving it a curious once-over, and stared at the front plate. There was a window that showed a little cockpit, complete with a little chair surrounded by controls. Sitting in the chair was the tiniest man Cam had ever seen. He was probably just about the size of Cam’s thumb. He looked absolutely terrified.

The little man screamed. It startled Cam enough that he screamed too, starting and tossing the helmet in the air. He fumbled for it, knocking it from hand to hand for a moment, before narrowly catching it before it hit the ground.

“Oh, shit, shit, shit, I’m sorry,” Cam said, and turned it back around to see the little man. He’d gone limp and pale, eyes closed, mouth hanging open a little. Must’ve fainted.

“This is so bizarre,” he murmured. “I mean, I had a tiny man controlling me?” He looked up, finally taking note of his surroundings. He was standing in a burned out, desolate city, buildings smoking and crumbling, cars strewn about the street like discarded toys. As Cam looked around, he came to a horrifying realization. The man in the helmet wasn’t tiny. Cam was huge. He dwarfed the nearest buildings. He could track his footsteps by the crater-like prints left in the street.

“O… kay. Okay. I don’t remember being this tall.” Cam laughed nervously, unsure of what to do. Then he caught sight of what he’d been fighting.

Whatever its head had looked like, it was impossible to tell. Cam’s boot had smashed it into gory chunks. Its body was leonine, four legs and paws with razor sharp claws, but with a long, thick, almost lizard-like tail that ended in spikes. A thagomizer, Cam thought. The word came to him unbidden, and he didn’t know how he knew it. He realized suddenly that he didn’t know a lot of things. His name was Cam. Was that his first name or his last name? Did he have another name, too? He couldn’t remember. How old was he? Where was he from? How had he gotten here? Where was here? The questions were piling up, and he had no answers for any of them. His hands still clutching the helmet began to shake. There was no time to freak out, though, he had to keep his cool. If there was one monster, there could be more of them. As if on cue, a chorus of growls kicked up some distance away. Cam tucked the helmet under one arm and started to sprint. He’d get out of the city, find someplace quiet, wake up the little man, and get some answers.

~~~

Luther stirred, eyes slowly blinking open. Somehow he’d fallen asleep in his pilot chair, and he was stiff and sore as hell. He sat up, stretching, and then everything flooded back to him. Oh god. His mech. FM-609. It wasn’t a mech at all, it was a person, and they had taken him off and looked at him. Had they known all along? Had they just been following orders til they suddenly decided not to? What the hell was going on?

Looking out of the windshield, Luther could see that the helmet was sitting upright on the ground. He was surrounded by the dusty, rocky plains, no living soul in sight. Maybe he’d been left behind? The helmet had no power on its own, so he couldn’t call back to the base for help. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to. He couldn’t just stay here, either, that was a death sentence for sure. Luther slowly eased himself out of the chair and down to the ground. It was early evening, the sun just starting to set, dusk settling over everything. He took a few shaky steps forward, then found his legs and started to sprint.

“Whoa!” A voice thundered behind him. Luther gasped, adrenaline kicking in, spurring him to run faster. A shadow fell over him, and he had only a moment to choke out a shuddering sob before fingers longer than he was tall wrapped around him, lifting him high up into the air. Luther kicked and struggled, tears spilling down his cheeks, as he was turned to face the giant who’d been inside of his mech. The sheer scale of the man took Luther’s breath away. He was sitting down, legs crossed, still wearing the mech suit. Those intense eyes bored into him, neon blue and literally glowing, like headlights in the growing dark.

“Hey, hey, hey,” the man said. He seemed to be trying to keep his voice low and soothing, but it wasn’t doing much to calm Luther down. “You’re okay, I’m not going to hurt you, I just have some questions.”

“I - I’m sorry,” Luther choked, “I didn’t - I didn’t know - I didn’t know you were in there.”

“You didn’t know,” the man echoed, his voice flat.

“And that, that doesn’t excuse it, I’m not - I just, I - ,” Luther broke off, his sobs distorting his voice too much to be understood.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” the man tried. “That’s okay. Here - maybe this is better.”

Luther shrieked as the hand opened, letting him slip free, but instead of plummeting to the ground so far below, he fell harmlessly into the man’s waiting palm. He scrambled backwards, trying to get away, but only bumped up against the man’s curled fingers. Luther froze, chest heaving, mind racing, trying to think of what to do next.

“Okay,” the man said again. “Let’s start over. What’s your name?”

“L-luther,” Luther breathed. “Luther Algers.”

“Luther. Hi, Luther, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Cam.”

“Cam…?” Luther prompted. Cam frowned.

“Um… just Cam, I think.”

“Is that… is that short for anything?”

Cam shrugged. “Just Cam. I don’t remember anything else. That’s, uh, that’s actually what I wanted to ask you about. I don’t remember anything before I woke up in this suit of armor. Actually…” Cam’s face screwed up with the effort of remembering. “I remember a voice. I think it was yours, it sounds about the same. Just bits of it, though, always talking about a fight. You were using me to fight those monsters, right?”

“I’m sorry,” Luther whimpered. He shrank further back, hopelessly aware that it did him no good. Cam surrounded him on all sides. If he wanted Luther dead, all he would have to do was squeeze…

“No, it’s okay,” Cam sighed. “I’m not mad. Well, I’m not mad at you. I assume someone put you in that suit, right? And they didn’t tell you there was a person inside it.”

“No, they didn’t. I mean, yes, they gave me the mech, but no, they never said… you know. They told me you were a robot designed to fight nemeans.”

“Nemeans?”

“That’s what we call those lion-looking monsters, the thing we killed today,” Luther explained. “You were really good at it.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “I always kind of wondered, you know… if the mechs were robots built to a schematic, why did they all look sort of different? Different builds, I mean. Like people. But if they were constructs, wouldn’t it be easier to build them all the same, so you don’t have to get specialized parts to repair them?” He sighed. “I guess I know why now. But I don’t know how… Have you always been giant?”

“Not as far as I can tell,” Cam said. “I mean, like I said, I don’t remember anything before. But when I woke up in the city it all looked wrong. Like a scale model instead of a real place. I guess that means I’m used to being your height?”

“Or that there’s secretly a giant civilization built to your scale that humanity has somehow never discovered, and then the government found it and covered it up, and used its citizens as military weapons,” Luther supplied helpfully.

The two of them stared at each other for a long moment, then simultaneously burst out laughing. The absurdity of the situation was just too much for them.

“Yeah, I bet it’s that,” Cam said, wiping a tear from one eye. “Whoo. Okay. You’re a card, Luther, you know that?”

Luther smiled despite himself. “I try.” He’d relaxed considerably over the course of their conversation. He took a moment to look Cam over. Long, dark hair spilled over his shoulders. A thick beard and moustache covered the lower half of his face. His features were all impressive - huge, pointed nose, thick eyebrows, strong cheekbones, strong jaw, softened a little by fat. He was quite handsome, when Luther really looked at him. Those eyes, though - those glowing eyes. Those were unsettling.

Luther’s expression sobered, and he sat up a little. “What do we do now?”

Cam sighed and leaned back. “Well… we can’t go back to the military, they’d probably throw me right back in a suit and lock you up for exposing their secrets. We’ve got to be on their radar at least, since we just up and disappeared. I’d like to get this armor off me as soon as possible, because it’s really heavy and uncomfortable. And then… how much do you know about this area?”

Luther looked around, getting his bearings a little more. “A bit. There should be some groups of rogues around here - bandits, thieves, outcasts, the like. We could try to join up with them. They’d have food, at least, and they’d probably welcome the kind of protection you could give.” He looked back up at Cam. “I mean, if you want to. I’d understand if you never want to fight again. This has got to be horrible for you… Oh god, I’ve been so focused on myself I didn’t even realize…” Luther got unsteadily to his feet, finding it difficult to stand on the soft, uneven surface of Cam’s hand. He took a few steps towards Cam’s thumb and all but fell on it, wrapping his arms around it in the facsimile of a hug.

“Are you okay?” Luther asked, looking up at Cam with real concern on his tiny face.

Cam stared down at him. All he’d thought about up until now was how to guarantee his own survival. He’d bottled up any feelings he had about being used as a weapon, he didn’t have time to break down, he needed to get to safety and figure out what was going on. But now, in this moment of calm, with this person caring so genuinely for him, it all spilled out. Tears welled up in Cam’s eyes and spilled down his cheeks. A huge, choking sob rose in his throat.

“No,” he quavered, hands beginning to shake. “I’m not.”

[legoshi-plz]

How about birthday prompts (Like how they celebrate your birthday and how you celebrate theirs)?

Warning: NSFW-ish themes (Riz and Bill’s part),

All Characters are adults, around mid-20s here. So basically a couple years after college. Except for Gouhin, Oguma, and Gosha who are their canon ages.

Reader is Gender Neutral

Louis:

Your Birthday:

- Mr. MoneyBags here is going to go all out as far as expenses go.

- Fancy Dinner at an elegant restaurant, picks you up in his ridiculous sports car which you’ve rode in a million times but it’s still exciting. (Also, Louis drives extremely fast. He’s a good driver but if he’s not going at least 30 miles over the speed limit, he feels like he might as well be parked in the street. Also has a bad habit of running red lights and stop signs just because he can.)

- Buys you a brand new outfit just to wear to dinner and has it delivered to you in the morning in a red velvet box with a silk bow. You’re a little uncomfortable with the whole high society scene but you go along with it anyway for Louis’ sake.

- At dinner, he orders for you. He has a bad habit of doing that, even though you’ve told him multiple times you’re capable of making your own decisions. At least he usually orders you something you end up liking.

- Night concludes back at his place, he pulls out another velvet box similar to one from this morning except this box is much smaller which only meant one thing: jewelry.

- “Louis... Are there diamonds in this?”

- “....”

-“Louis...”

-“.... Maybe...”

- You refuse to accept the overly expensive gift, refuse to even look at it. You give it back to him and you could see he’s a little hurt but you assure him you know he means well but everything was just a little too much and you felt out of place.

- He accepts your criticism gracefully even if he is a little frustrated you wouldn’t accept his gift he spent so much time picking out. He promises to tone it down next year.

His Birthday:

- You actually really hate Louis’ birthday because he almost never spends it with you.

- He always works on his birthday, not seeing it as important enough to halt business.

- You’ve tried everything from bribing his assistant to haggling his bodyguards but nobody can get Louis out of his office in his birthday.

- You’ve learned to let it go, and usually surprise him by doing something special the week before.

Legoshi:

Your Birthday:

- All about being sweet. Values time and effort over anything and hopes that you see it that way too.

- Makes you breakfast in bed, he’s a pretty good cook all things considering (it’s a skill he picked up while being a waiter.)

- Takes you out for lunch, the two of you spend the day doing pretty regular couple stuff but you’re just happy to be there with him.

- Your present is something that’s both useful and to your taste, like along the lines of a sweater or cardigan in your favorite color. He makes sure it’s oversized because he knows how much you love to wear his sweaters and he even has your name embroidered in small cursive letters above the heart.

- You love your gift and how the two of you spent the day.

His Birthday:

- You two spend it almost identically, just with he roles reversed.

-Legoshi is still a little uncomfortable with extra attention so if you want to incorporate his friends into anything then you’ll have to be really stealthy about it.

- No surprise parties please, he literally would melt into the floor with embarrassment. Best to take him somewhere and his friends slowly join in organically (or at least, you hoped it came off as organic but it really didn’t)

- “Hey Legoshi, fancy seeing you two here at this restaurant in this reserved section. Mind if I join ya?” By the tenth time that exact excuse was used, the cat was well out of the bag.

- Legoshi appreciates your efforts though, even if he’s not one for attention. He sort of clings to you the entire night, whether it be holding your hand, gripping your thigh, encircling your waist, etc. as long as he’s touching you, he feels calmer and it helps tone down his anxiety.

- Overall, Legoshi’s the type to be fine with almost any birthday celebration (or even none at all) as long as he can be with you.

Juno:

Your Birthday:

- Makes you do something spontaneous for once, even if you’re hesitant.

- Takes you somewhere like Skydiving, or Paragliding, or Bungee Jumping. If you’re adamant about making it to your next birthday not risking your life then she will settle for something a little more mild like Scuba Diving.

- Can not stop gushing about how hot you look in your wetsuit and flusters you in front of the Scuba instructor (he’s an older Walrus and finds it cute to see young animals in love).

- The two of you end up having a blast and you’re happy you went along with Juno’s plan, even if it tired you out completely.

- Once the two of you get home and shower, you collapse onto the bed and fall asleep almost immediately, the exhaustion from the deep diving really taking it’s toll.

- Juno enters the bedroom holding a cake with lit candles and wearing brand new sexy lingerie she purchased just for you to rip off of her. She’s a little disappointed to find you unconscious but she figures it is your birthday and you can sleep if you want to.

- She blows out the candles for you and puts the cake in the kitchen, then she throws on a robe and snuggles up next your slumbering figure.

Her Birthday:

- She wants to travel for her birthday and she can’t think of anyone she’d rather take a trip with more than you.

- You two go somewhere hot and tropical, probably somewhere near a beach (she loves any excuse to wear a bikini and sunbathe)

- You two probably find a bar near the beach and get drunk, her moreso then you because you start to sober up as the night goes on so you’re able to take care of her.

- You take her back to the hotel and tuck her in after helping her get ready for bed. She a giggling, flirty drunk mess the entire time but it still makes your heart soar because you know she had fun.

- Before she falls asleep, she whispers to you that this was her favorite birthday yet.

Riz:

Your Birthday:

- He’s waking you up with morning head, no way around it. You wake up to him kissing your neck, then your collarbone, down your stomach and he just keeps going down until he has you whimpering and falling apart beneath him.

- Then the two of you take a shower together and he’s making you cum for him in a totally different way.

- But once you finally pry his humongous paws off of you, you think you’ll be able to relax but he has other plans.

- He sends you off to the Spa. He’s not going in with you because he wouldn’t be caught dead in one but buys you the best top of the line experience . You enjoy the peace and relaxation but you’re kind of lonely and just want to be with him.

- When you get home, he presents your gift to you which is probably something big and wooden that he made himself because he’s great with his hands and actually an amazing craftsman. Probably something like a intricate Wooden Gazebo outside so you could sit and enjoy your garden.

- “Riz, how the hell did you get this back here without me knowing?” You ask, your arms still wrapped around his neck from where you squealed in excitement, lavishing him with kisses.

- “Built it off site, just needed a few hours to install it,” Riz winked, cupping your ass with both hands and lifting you up so your legs could wrap around his waist.

- “So that’s why you made me spend my birthday alone?” You pouted.

- “Yeah, m’sorry about that, baby. But I can make it up to you...” Riz growled, carrying you inside to the bedroom.

“Wait, I wasn’t done looking at my gift,” you giggled as he began nipping at the fur at the base of your neck.

“Trust me, it’s not going anywhere,”

His Birthday:

- Riz loves nature and outside in general. So for his birthday you plan a camping trip deep in the forest.

- You don’t tell him anything about it, you just make him request two days off of work, no questions asked.

- You two leave early in the morning, drive deep into the forest and then you spring it on him. You also let him know that if he doesn’t like the idea, theres still time to turn back and spend his birthday in the city.

- Not a chance if that happening though, this man LOVES the outdoors. He’s already halfway out the car before you could even put it in park.

- The two of you have a blast setting up the tent, making the campfire, cooking dinner over said campfire, and communing with nature.

- “There’s a river that runs north of here, it’s about a 15 minute walk from here, I figured we could go fishing there tomorrow morning,” You tell him as you sit in his lap, admiring the fire.

- However, the two of you don’t make it there until we’ll into the afternoon and it was a miracle you made it there at all. Riz had fucked you senseless last night, the atmosphere of nature giving him a newfound surge of energy. It’s a good thing no one was around because the two of you were almost embarrassingly loud.

- Anyways, Riz thoroughly enjoys his weekend of wilderness and fucking you like a wild animal all throughout the forest. You enjoy it as well despite the fact he has you almost limping by the end of the trip.

Bill:

Your Birthday:

- Honestly, he forgets. If you wait on him to remember or ‘surprise you’, then you’ll only end up ruining your own birthday.

- If you remind him on the day of, he takes you out to eat at a nice restaurant but it’s still very last minute.

- If you remind him the day before, he’ll at least get you a gift but it’s last minute.

- Overall, if you want to actually enjoy your birthday with him, you better plan it yourself

His Birthday:

- Plans an entire house party himself and invites everyone, it seems, but you. He wasn’t exactly aiming to exclude you, he just thought it’d be a given that you would be there. However, if you didn’t show up, he wouldn’t really notice either way.

- It’s wild and crazy. A ridiculously huge amount of people show up and there’s alcohol coming from every direction, and Bill is soaking up every ounce of the attention.

- Once you finally had enough of being ignored, you go home. You doubt that Bill will even notice you’ve left.

- You’re at home, showered, and about to head to bed when your phone starts ringing. It’s an unknown number so you let it ring out. But then they call back again, and again, and again. Disturbed, you accept it on the fourth call just in case it’s an emergency.

- “Finally they picked up! Y/N? You there?” It was one of Bill’s friends. Apparently in his drunken state, he went into a rage when he couldn’t find you and had been crying for you to come back for almost an hour. He was inconsolable and his friends knew there was only a matter of time before he started a fight at his own party. You were irritated but you still allowed them to drop him off at your place.

- The second you answered your front door, the giant tiger in question was all over you, squeezing you right and asking why you left him. You helped him inside and laid him in your bed.

- He cuddled with you for maybe 10 minutes tops before he was out like a light. You end up falling asleep next to him, finally enjoying a little peace for once tonight.

- That peace doesn’t last long though, Bill wakes up the next morning horny. Like extremely horny. You wake up to him grinding against your thighs, whimpering and begging to let him fuck you. You give in to the belated birthday boy and he proceeds to give you the sloppiest, most sensual, earth-shattering morning strokes of your life. You’re so mind blown by how good he fucked you, you forget about how angry you were with him.

- After a well needed shower, he takes you out for breakfast to apologize for how much of an ass he was on his birthday. You accept but tell him if he ever pulls something like that again, he can look for a new lover.

Collot:

Your Birthday:

- Surprisingly wants to spoil you on your birthday but unlike Riz, he actually minds being apart from you (he’s hella clingy, he just hates to admit it) so whatever activities he has planned, the two of you are doing it together.

- Takes you to a fancy resort, somewhere in the mountains where it’s cold and there’s snow on the ground even during the summer months.

- The two of you attempt skiing but you’re terrible at it and he ends up laughing at you falling majority of it.

- You two also enjoy the giant jacuzzi the lounge has to offer but Collot can not keep his hands off of you and eventually you two have to run back to your room for a midday quickie.

- His birthday gift to you is something simple, like a necklace with your birthstone in it. You love it and allow him to put it on you.

- The rest of the evening, it’s just you and your man, walking along the Snow filled grounds, sipping warm apple cider, and enjoying the break from the rest of the world.

Gouhin:

His Birthday:

- This man wants REST. No need to go all out, his life is crazy enough the other 365 days of the year. Just give him some peace and relaxation and he’s good to go.

- He also loves your cooking and wouldn’t be opposed to you cooking him a huge meal.

- Also loves your body and wouldn’t be opposed to you doing that thing that he really likes in bed ;)

- Your gift to him would be something he can use but also is a little unnecessary. Something like a ridiculously fancy, golden calligraphy pen for his office or a brand new crossbow with genuine leather straps. He’s pretty hard to shop for so it’s always best to go with something he already has, just a newer model.

- Honestly just wants to spend his birthday with his baby (you) as if it’s any other day.

Gosha:

Your Birthday:

- Gosha is so lovable, he’s probably more excited it’s your birthday than you are.

- He’s picked up quite a few skills over the years and baking is one of them. Bakes you a giant birthday cake in your favorite flavor. You’re grateful he was so thoughtful and made such an extravagant cake but there’s no way you’re going to finish this entire thing.

- You end up inviting over friends just to get rid of some of the cake, which they’re more than happy to do since it’s absolutely delicious.

- A few of your friends bring group dishes and fancy wine and soon it’s a whole party underway. The small gathering is actually a blast and you can’t think of a better way to spend your birthday other than surrounded by the people you love.

Oguma:

Your Birthday:

- Mr. Moneybags 2.0

- Gets you a crazy expensive gift like a brand new car and calls it a day.

- Not really much for spending time or celebrating traditionally. But to compensate, he’ll buy you the world (even after you’ve repeatedly told him you don’t need all that.)

- Probably won’t even see you on your birthday because his schedule is so overbooked but sends you plenty of gifts to remind you that he loves you.

- It stings not seeing him on your birthday but at this point in the relationship, you don’t really expect anything else from him.

[cjsinkythoughts]

FATWS One Shot #2 - The Beginning of a Family

Word Count: 1804

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Human Trafficking (once, it was a mission Reader did), Minor Character Injury

Setting/Characters: The first half-ish of The Avengers in 2012; Reader, Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Mentions of Loki, Phil Coulson, and Clint Barton, OC!Agent Anderson

A/N: Here’s One Shot Number 2! I was thinking of making it longer and adding the actual Battle of Manhattan, but I dunno if I’m gonna do that. I just wanted these to be One Shots of first meetings and other smaller events. I didn’t want to do scene-for-scene two parters. If you want me to, I can, I don’t mind doing it, I just wasn’t planning on it. I’ve kinda been slacking today, which is why I haven’t cranked out more than this one, but I’ll see if I can finish one more for tonight. Tomorrow’s another late night for me at work, BUT! Tomorrow night FATWS comes out! So I will be doing the next Episode! I also don’t have Friday off this week, so the Parts might bleed into Saturday, but they will come this weekend!

Reminder that this has nothing to do with FATWS the show, but I don’t have a title for my FATWS Series, which is what these are based off of, so this is what they’re called for now! If you have any ideas for names, feel free to send them in! I’m just too lazy to come up with something clever for the whole Series.

Thank you so much for reading! As always, not beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Be kind to yourselves and others! Stay tuned and enjoy!

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You were exhausted, coming back from an assignment that lasted a little over two months. It’d been your first one since you were assigned to help Steve adjust, and you were guessing they’d keep you on desk duty for a few months before sending you back out again. Which frustrated you to no end.

But then you got back your personal cell phone from a fellow agent and, seeing you had a few  voicemails - which you never had - you flipped it on.

“Hi, Y/N.” Your lips turned up at the man you started growing close to over the past year. “I-I know you’re on a mission right now. I mean, you just left last week. Anyways, I just…I hope you’re doin’ okay. You probably won’t get this until later, but…still. I hope you’re safe. I, uh, I got that book. The one you were joking about me getting. The U.S. History for Dummies one. It goes farther back than I need to know, but I still read all of it. It helped. I wish you were here though. But I know you’re working. And that’s important. Um… I guess I’ll see you in a few months.”

The phone beeped before the next message played. “I took your advice. I got a sketchbook and some other stuff. There’s a ton of new supplies. I’m kinda excited to try them out. Maybe they’re not new but they’re more accessible now than they used to be. And I found a gym. In Brooklyn. It’s kinda run down - a hole in the wall type place - but they don’t do memberships and they don’t care how long you stay as long as you pay for your time. So that’s nice. I guess. Anyways…hi. I don’t think I said that earlier. It’s Steve, by the way. But you probably guessed that. Um…that’s all. I just wanted to let you know. Stay safe, honey. Abbyssinia.”

You listened to the next couple ones, all along the same lines. Steve telling you about his day; about the dog he was allowed to pet on his run or the different coffee he tried this morning at your previous suggestion. You snickered a little, shaking your head. You would never guessed that Hitler hitting, Nazi punching Captain America was so…soft. Cute.

His last voicemail was from earlier that morning, and it made her brow furrow. “Hey, honey. I, uh…God, I really wish you were here. I was told you’d be getting back last week, but then they said it might be another couple weeks because something happened? I hope nothing happened. Please be okay. I’ve really missed you. I know it’s only been a year, but…you’re the only familiar thing I have right now. I guess Fury was right to choose you since you were the first person I saw. There’s a, uh, problem. Fury’s got a mission for me. Some guy named Loki stole the Tesseract. Which was HYDRA’s secret weapon. That blue cube thing. I was just getting used to laptops and fast food and this…it’s just a lot. Overwhelming. You were always good at making things less intimidating. I’ve gotta go. Some SHIELD personnel are picking me up now. We’re going to…somewhere. I’m sure you would know, but they haven’t exactly told me. Hoping to see you soon, Y/N. Please be safe.”

You frowned at the information, looking up at one of your fellow agents, Anderson. “Hey.” He turned his head towards you from his conversation with the copilot. “Is something going on at HQ?”

“The Helicarrier.” Anderson corrected. “Fury just called it in. Something with the Tesseract. And some guy’s mind controlling people. He’s got Barton, apparently. The director is bringing a few people on board; Banner, Stark, Romanoff. Rogers, too, I heard. He wants you to be there ASAP, so we’re going there now.”

Letting out a sigh, you rubbed your eyes and nodded. “Alright. Let’s go see what’s going on.”

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Fury met you as you walked off the jet, lugging your duffle bag over your shoulder. You were still in your clothes from the mission; a human trafficking ring in Guam. Dirty, torn up jeans along with a white tank top hugging your torso and a flannel, unbuttoned, over your shoulders. One of your sneakers had a hole in it, too, and you were walking with a slight limp from the dislocated kneecap you got a few days prior.

“Agent.” He nodded in greeting, passing you a file. “The others are waiting. We just brought in Loki.”

You chewed your cheek, narrowing your eyes as you scanned the information in the file. It had personal files of the others, but you didn’t need to look through those. You knew Natasha very well, considering she taught you half the things you know, along with Barton. You knew Stark - of course you did - especially after you helped set Natasha up to be his secretary a while back. Banner you were also knowledgeable about, seeing as you went undercover to find him when he first took off and had been part of the tracking team on him ever since. Thor you had learned about after his fiasco in New Mexico from Coulson. And, last but certainly not least, Steve Rogers, who you knew better than any file could explain.

“Walk me through this; Thor and Loki are the real Thor and Loki? Like, from Norse myths?”

“Apparently so. You know about the New Mexico incident with the two last year, don’t you?”

You nodded, pinching your lips together tightly. “Well, yeah, but I thought…I dunno. I guess it just didn’t click. So,” you tucked the file under your arm securely, raising an eyebrow at Fury. “We’re fighting a god? An actual god?”

“With an army of aliens.” He confirmed.

“Wonderful.” You huffed as the two of you turned a corner, making your way onto the bridge, just in time to hear Stark talking to Banner about him turning into the Hulk.

“Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube.” Fury butted in. You crossed your arms behind Fury, leaning on your good leg. “I was hoping you might join him. Before you do, this is-” 

“Y/N! You’re back!”

You shot a grin to the blonde, who perked up upon seeing you. “Hi, Steve. Just in time, too, huh.” You nudged Natasha slightly. “Hey, Nat. Sorry about Clint.”

She shrugged. “I’m just glad you’re here to help.”

“I’m sorry.” You looked over to find Banner frowning contemplatively at you. “Do I know you?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but Fury beat you to it. “Formalities later. Y/L/N, we’ll bring you up to speed-”

“I’ll get there, sir. How are you boys planning on tracking down the Tesseract?” You questioned, nodding in the two geniuses’ direction.

“I’d start with that stick of his.” Steve suggested, turning to look at the duo as well. “It may be magical but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.”

“I don’t know about that, but it is powered by the Cube.” Fury stated. “And I’d like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.”

A tall, broad as hell blonde looked at Fury, confused. “Monkeys? I do not understand-”

“I do!” Steve jumped in, pointing at Thor, before leaning back in his seat at the silence that came after his exclamation. “I-I understood that reference.”

You chuckled and shook your head, winking at Steve when he smiled bashfully at you. As the two scientists - was Stark a scientist? - started heading out, Steve hopped up, padding over to you.

“You’re back early.”

“Late, technically.” You shrugged, letting him pull you in for a hug, your hand rubbing his back. “I got your calls.”

He pulled away, his ears turning red. “Oh, yeah. I, uhm-”

You sniggered. “It’s fine, Steve. You can call me whenever you need to. I’m just sorry I couldn’t answer you sooner.”

“You were working.” He shrugged half heartedly. “Did it go okay? Are you okay?”

“Yes, Steven. I’m fine.” You rolled your eyes just as a yawn threatened to escape your lips. “If not a little tired.” You tapped on the star against his chest. “Nice suit, by the way.”

“Ha ha.” He grinned, eyeing your own clothing. “You’re matching me.” He tugged on the red, white, and blue flannel hanging from your arms. “You also look like shit.”

You snorted. “Wow. What a gentleman. Let’s get this whole Loki situation over with so I can go to bed, yeah?”

He chuckled a little with a nod. “Sounds like a plan, honey.” The two of you started out of the bridge. “You should shower first, though.”

“You’re a bully, you know that?”

“I’m just sayin’!”

“I’m just sayin’!” You mocked with a huff. “Leave me be, Rogers.”

His laughter was cut short, making you look over at him curiously, only to find his slitted eyes studying your movements. “Why are you limping?”

“Relax, Captain. I just dislocated my knee. It’s fine. Shit happens on missions, you know that.”

“Is that why you came back late?”

Shaking your head, you lead him to one of the private rooms the Helicarrier had so you could shower and change. “No. I just needed a little more time. That’s all. Now let’s focus on the problem at hand. We can talk more later.”

He hesitated, leaning against the doorway and watching you set your bag on the small cot.  “Okay. As long as you’re alright.”

Your heart jumped a bit at the concern laced in his tone, the apprehension in those blue eyes - which you found out had some green in them - making your breath hitch slightly. “I am.” You spoke softly with a firm nod of your head, trying to assure him and his worries. “I promise.”

“I’m gonna go check on Banner and Stark, then. Come find me when you’re done.”

You cleared your throat to recover yourself, throwing him a cheeky grin. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile, before turning and walking out, leaving you alone and confused.

What was that? You’d never had that reaction to anything. Your heart doesn’t race whenever someone walks in the room. Not like it did with him. What the hell did that even mean?

You shook your head, clearing your throats. You didn’t have time to dwell on that now. You doubted it was anything more than a fluke. You were just tired and seeing someone familiar, who was genuinely excited to see you was like a breath of fresh air after your operation. That’s all. Yeah.

With that decided, you headed to the shower, head spinning with new thoughts of this problem with the God of Mischief and that stupid blue cube.

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[xiaongh]

[ early gossip. ]

➤ pairing: levi x fem!reader

➤ cw’s: suggestive - mentions of make up and angry sex, eren doesn’t knock, cursing, reader is 5′7, levi get’s embarrassed, the scouts goofing around, hange teases levi and reader, crackfic (?).

➤ summary: connie and jean dared eren to walk into levi’s bedroom without knocking. what they saw shocked them all, and word got around about what happened.

➤ w. count: 2k+

➤ request by anon: hey bestie, can i request a crackfic for aot. basically the scouts are dared to enter levi's bedroom and they see his fem s/o cuddling him, but they were sleeping and they didn't know that levi was a little spoon. and they end up waking them up. the rest is up to you bestie !

➤ a/n: PLEASE THIS WAS A SHIT TON OF FUN TO WRITE. YOURE WELCOME BESTIE AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. <3 gif isn’t mine. takes place when historia is going to be the queen, so season three-ish.

“i’m not doing shit! captain levi will have my head! if you really want to see what it looks like in there go do it yourself, i’m staying put here,” eren was getting nervous at what jean and connie dared him to do. 

like any group of teenagers, they stayed up all night, talked and played games. they had just started playing truth or dare when jean and connie both dared eren to walk into levi’s bedroom without knocking.

“what, you’re gonna be a pussy, jaeger?” jean teased. he knew that if he started calling eren a wimp for not wanting to do it, he would do it for sure. and the only reason he was pressuring him was because he himself wouldn’t do it either. 

“guys, i don’t think that’s a good idea. what if he genuinely gets upset. he won’t let us live it down,” armin reasoned.

all of the scouts were sitting up late at night in the lunch room with a candle in the center of the table. 

mikasa nodded her head in agreement, “and we also have to get up early for historia’s coronation tomorrow.”

“coronation for what?” asked sasha after getting a few snacks and opening the bags while putting them in the center of the table for everyone to grab their share. 

“sasha, hange told us this today,” armin chuckled nervously, “but it’s so she can become the queen tomorrow- or today since i’m assuming it’s pretty early judging by the way the sun is coming up.”

“that makes this even better, jaeger. if you do it now, there’s a chance that captain levi won’t even know,” connie encouraged. 

“don’t do it if you don’t want to, eren. it doesn’t make you a pussy like jean says,” since mikasa was seated next to eren she put a hand on his shoulder. 

eren’s face flushed and he nodded and sighed, “i’ll do it.”

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eren’s fist shook as it hovered over the door knob of his office. after he stayed there for a while, jean complained, “c’mon and do this! we’ve all been wanting to see what his bedroom looks like,” jean whispered. if he had actually talked aloud, it would echo off the walls and levi would for sure wake up. 

eren looked back at him, “if it’s so easy, why don’t you do it?” eren whisper yelled back. mikasa stood in between them. sasha, connie, and armin were behind all of them -- preparing to run in case levi woke up. 

“guys, calm down, eren, if you’re going to do this, do it now.’

eren took a deep breath and his hand twisted the door knob. the door creaked and they all cringed. when the door opened -- levi’s office was present to them. of course they had all seen it already and knew it was always clean, but they were surprised when they saw how messy it was. his report papers were on the floor, the desk was cleared off with everything on the floor. the couch he had in his office was messed up with all of the cushions on the floor.

“... what do you think happened?” jean asked all of them as they all walked into his office. 

“there’s a slight chance that he got angry or something and went to go sleep it off. that probably explains why he didn’t clean it up,” armin said. after they scanned the room and its state, they all looked at the door in the far corner of the whole room. 

jean came up from behind eren, “go on, do it,” eren was sweating as he took cautious steps towards the door. 

they all followed behind in suspense. eren took a deep breath before putting his hand on the doorknob and twisting it quietly. this time the door didn’t creak. eren was the only one to walk in as the others stayed behind. 

eren’s eyes squinted and his eyebrows furrowed after he saw a rather big figure in levi’s bed that was too big to be levi. they were fully covered with the bed sheets -- meaning that eren would have to go on the other side of the bed to see who that was. 

eren’s footsteps were barely heard on the floor as he walked to the opposite side of the room and his eyes widened when he saw the face of commander y/n spooning a shirtless levi. 

his panicked eyes looked back to the group who had their heads peeped out of the doorway. in a panic, he misplaced his foot and a very audible creaking noise went through the room. eren slowly looked back at the duo in the bed and sighed in relief when they hadn’t woken up.

eren tip toed back to the rest of them. they all looked at him expectantly, “so, what’d you find out?” asked connie. they all stared at him eagerly. 

“uh- how do i word this?”

“spit it out.”

“captain levi is a ... little spoon, and they person spooning him is commander y/n,” their eyes were the size of saucers as they all rushed - quietly - into his bedroom and in fact saw that commander y/n was spooning captain levi. 

“he looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping,” said sasha. she was the closest to the two.

“sasha! back up,” jean whispered while pulling her back. 

they all inspected them. they looked a little too comfortable with each other. and that’s when armin connected the dots. while everyone was watching the two, he had figured something out. 

“wait- guys ..” they all looked back at armin. 

“what is it?” they all had their backs turned to the duo to hear what the blonde had to say.

“guys, you remember how everything was cleared off of his desk, and how his couch was a mess? the captain is shirtless .. and if i’m correct, commander y/n is also ,, uhm- shirtless,” armin looked at the floor with his new found discovery.

as if on time, a knife was thrown at armin. there was a small opening where they could throw something at armin. it didn’t hit him, but it was thrown next to his face and hit the wall, “bingo! you figured it out, arlert, i’m surprised though. thought it would take you longer,” they all slowly looked back in horror. 

there was you and levi - awake. 

while levi was undeniably flustered -- you didn’t have any shame. they all saw a bit of your side boob since levi was turned away from them and laying on your chest. when he realized who they were - thinking it was hange - his shy façade faded and he looked back at them while covering you up after seeing jean and eren looking a bit. 

“what the fuck are you guys doing here?” that’s when all hell broke loose. 

jean, connie, and sasha were yelling while running around the room. just when they were going to run out the room, a knife was thrown that stopped them. it hit the tip of sasha’s nose since she was in front. they looked back to see that you had thrown it. “no you don’t. unless you want to see my naked body, you’re not going anywhere.”

armin was on his knees repeatedly saying that they were sorry and begged for mercy. eren was getting yelled at by captain levi and mikasa was just standing there.

you and levi were properly sat up and levi offered most of the blanket to you for you to cover your breasts.

sasha, connie, and jean all walked to where eren was and they all got yelled at.

they were assigned cleaning, kitchen, and stable duty for 3 months, “any questions?”

eren looked up at you, “uh- if it’s not intruding or anything- what are you two?”

“now, that’s none of your business. jaeger-”

“levi, they need to know,” they all noticed how levi’s eyes softened a bit when they looked at you. levi sighed before nodding his head. 

“levi and i have been dating for 6 months now, and before any of you panic and ask us why we didn’t tell you- it’s because the both of us aren’t that fond of pda,” they all didn’t know how to respond to this.

armin was the first to speak up, “so .. did you two ... have-”

“make up sex and angry sex? yes. levi was being a bitch to everyone about something-”

“oh it wasn’t just something, you almost got yourself killed,” levi glared at you. 

they watched the both of you going back and forth before you ended the conversation to answer armins question, “anyways yeah he was mad about something and ignored everyone for like a week before he called me here yesterday night and apologized. i, of course, blew up on him and here we are now,” you grinned at them. 

levi was definitely going to say something to you later about revealing certain things about your relationship that didn’t need revealing. 

that’s when you rubbed your eyes and looked outside the window and panicked, “shit- levi we’re gonna be late. we have to do that thing and all the superiors need to be earlier than the scouts,” levi nodded his head. 

“hey, can you pass me that?’ you asked mikasa. mikasa’s cheeks flamed up when she saw you were pointing at your black bra on the floor. mikasa grabbed the bra and tossed it to you. now that they all looked at the floor, yours and levi’s clothes were thrown all over the place. 

you grabbed your panties from the nightstand besides your side of the bed and put them on. you looked over at levi who was staring at the group, “you’re not gonna get ready?”

levi shook his head, “i still have to deal with them,” after sasha tossed your jeans and shirt after pointing at them for her to grab, you put them on and stood up. your shirt wasn’t buttoned up - making your bra visible. levi knew you were in a rush so didn’t say anything. 

knowing that he was going to be stubborn, you walked over his side, “don’t be harsh on them, okay?” you gave him a kiss and hugged him before you walked out and shut the door. 

everything you needed was in your own bedroom. 

levi looked at where you left with a slight blush that made the scouts smile. they’re smiles faded when they saw the look their captain was giving them, “now that she’s gone ... let’s discuss some things.”

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hange looked at the terrified and sleepy looking scouts in front of them at the lunch room. they raised an eyebrow at the scouts, “what happened? you guys look like you just went through hell and back.”

“it was just a stupid dare,” sasha started, “and we got yelled at by captain levi,” eren finished for her. 

“did he catch all of you staying up or something?”

“they walked into levi’s bedroom without knocking or anything,” you said after walking towards their table with levi behind you and sat yourself next to hange. levi sat next to you. 

“they don’t know how to fucking knock-”

“levi, we talked about this. they’re kids, let them have fun so they don’t get all grumpy like you,” you teased while bumping his shoulder with yours. 

hange looked between the two of you, “wait- did they walk in while you two were-?!” hange cackled. 

“more like the aftermath,” you chuckled. 

“that’s even worse!” hange held their stomach with both hands. 

the scouts looked at hange, “wait, you knew about them?!” they all exclaimed. 

hange wiped their tears, “of course i did? who do you think levi first told? he was so happy and couldn’t stop talking about it. when y/n first entered the training thing around the time levi joined, he wouldn’t stop getting all shy around her,” hange’s mouth was covered by you since you could tell that levi was getting annoyed. the scouts shivered, there was an aura surrounding the captain while he sipped his tea. 

“hange, if you want to live to see tomorrow, run for it,” they dashed out of the room.

that’s when you realized that hange quite literally yelled and everyone heard what hange had said and chaos broke loose. 

“they were dating?”

“captain levi’s known commander y/n for that long?”

“he had a crush on her when she first came here?”

“captain levi gets shy?”

“oi, leave it be or all of you will run 110 laps,” everyone went back to their business. 

you chuckled nervously and scratched the back of your head. 

levi looked all of them dead in the eyes, “knock next time or i’ll have your heads on a plate-”

“no, you won’t.”

“yes i will.”

“love, don’t start please.”

“you started it first.”

[cinnamonest]

I just read something and got a cute-ish idea for soft Yan crepus. (Wasn't in the mood for xiao/albedo type Yan)

Your marriage with crepus was arranged, he saw you walking around mondstrat and wanted to keep you for himself so he asked for a meeting with your parents/tutors/ whoever takes care of yn tbh and shows off his wealth and wish to set head ( i don't talk English, is that the expression used??) and start a family and sooner than later -and maybe a few financiar threats that he could ruin your family- you are to get married to him even if there is a bit of a difference in age.

At the start everything seems ok, you live in a cosy house in mondstrat near your parents' where your only duty is to clean and cook, leaving you with a considerable amount of time to spare walking around the streets. With time crepus starts to hate the fact that all the citizens watch you for hours on end while he only gets to see you with luck an hour a day, if you wake up early and stay up late, he starts piling jobs upon you " we will meet a collaborator from sumeru, read this 500 pages book about basic manera for then" " one maids broke her uniform, could you see this together again?" Slowly but surely the task become more and more with time, but still not enough to be suffocating.

After that crepus is content for a while but then he decides that maybe the town is too noisy for you, you have been making a few mistakes, even if tiny they are there, so maybe being in a calmer place would be better for them, and because of that dawn winery, a place where crepus only welcomes guests and used as an office and place for the workers to live gets remodeled to be work as an office as well as a proper house for the master - and those houses for the now homeless workers, he ain't heartless- and sold the house in town. He is happy for a long while with this arrangement, you only go to town to get food every two weeks or send a maid if you feel specially tired that day, he work from home now and he can spend a lot more time with you.

Then he remembers that he is getting older ( maybe 31 and reader 21? Idk a considerable gap left to the reader liking) and if there isn't any proof of your marriage being consummated you could marry again, after a month of grieving. He doesn't like that, his wife marrying another, and even if you didn't want your parents could push you to marry for political gain! He can't have that. That same night he proposes the idea, in a way that makes it seem as if he only wanted an heir. And he gets it, regardless of your opinion

Years pass by and diluc is no longer an idea but a growing child. Crepus is happy, he got his loving wife, his brilliant heir, a nice home and an stable job. Everything is perfect but when a little boy dressed in drags the thought of another thing shackling you to him pop again in his brain. He had thought about another child, but the doctors and himself knew he was too old for it to be a viable possibility, seems like the archons are by his side on the idea. He brought the tiny kid to his house, ready to claim him as his own son.

He opened the door with the more joviality, than he used to

" diluc, baby, you remember that talk about a little brother?" He watches as the redhead boy runs towards him, trying to peek behind him to see. Even if you weren't sure what he meant you were smiling, maybe he got him a puppy in exchange for the little brother? To your surprise he pushed a small and fragile boy towards diluc, telling him to show his brother around.

Crepus smiles as he sees the scene of diluc showing kaeya his room where he told him he could sleep until they bought him a bed, oh! Or maybe Bunk beds! He walks towards his wife and hugs her by the waist

" We are now the picture perfect family, aren't we? A loving husband, a LOYAL wife and the two lovely children" and he kissed her head before peeking whst they were cooking. Yn never saw such a dark smile on his husband, well except that day she complimented s worker on his job after bringing him something to drink, she wonders where he went

🌸 i like to hc crepus as a soft manipulative Yan

NICE anon ty for this food it is delicious!!! Bless

And you're right he is a soft manipulative Yan... It's where Diluc gets his soft yan side from

[hellsfanatic]

birds

prompt from the february prompt list day two

ship: purly

words: 851

idea kinda stolen from @apricot-colored-feathers but i decided i wanted something funny instead of sweet so 🦆🦆

Ponyboy had gotten the okay to stay at my place overnight, and had decided to make the most of it. Our night wasn’t spent asleep, but talking and doing whatever we wanted, without waking anyone else up. Now look, we aren’t quiet people. Pony? Yeah, sure he can be. Myself? I’d be a liar if I said I was quiet too. But together? I stayed loud and Pony gained energy. So yeah, we woke Angela and Tim up a couple times, and each of those times we went silent after. Ish. Silent-ish. Pretending to sleep and laughing isn’t silent, but it’s better. It’s way more fun.

Pony was laying on my bed, eyes closed but still talking to me, and I was on my desk-chair I kept without a desk. His head laid on his hands that kept him propped up just enough to see me if he opened his eyes.

“You gettin’ tired, Curtis?”

His replies had been getting quieter and shorter, like he was falling asleep, so I had to ask. All I got was a mumbled “mm-mm” as a no.

“My bad. You sound like you’re just about ready to run a marathon to get some energy off. Sorry for assuming.” My lips turned up to a grin, not that he could see it, but he could probably hear it in my voice. It was evident on his face he knew, he was smart like that, and he smiled at my words.

God, he knew me too well. I never understood him as much as he understood me. He could guess my next move without a hint if he really wanted to, but if I tried to tell you what he was ever thinking I’d be wrong every single time. I have to wonder where his complexity came from, because no matter how hard I try, he’ll still manage to do something to slip from my perceptions of him.

The sky lit up too soon—there was no way the night was over yet. It felt like it should be three in the morning, and we should have just snuck back to my room after going into the kitchen as a late night adventure. It was like we hadn’t spent a whole night together yet, but the sun told me we had. Damn, time went quick with this Curtis.

“The birds are gonna wake up soon, Pone. You ain’t gonna get any sleep with them around, even if you’re preparing for that marathon. They don’t care,” I told him, moving to sit on the bed with him.

His eyes opened paired with a turn of his head to look at me. “What if I ask them nicely?” Pony asked, his smile coming back. Prettier up close, really. As much as I hate to say it. I don’t want to sound like a cheesy-ass boyfriend, I’m just honest. Usually.

“Mm, I’ll ask the birds when they’re up. I’m sure they’ll do anything for you, you’re basically the bird-lord right?”

“Now where the hell did that come from, huh Curls?”

I shrugged. It was just funny. “Oh it’s nothing. Just that obviously the birds are gonna listen to you, if you ask nicely. Those things don’t listen to anyone but the bird-lord.” I faked a cough to add, “You.”

I was up again now, headed towards my closet. It’s cold now, outside at least, and that’s where we were headed. I tossed Pony a heavier jacket than he had brought, but not an annoyingly heavy one. Just to keep him warm. Putting my own on, I spoke. “C’mon, I’m gonna go talk to the birds, but you gotta come with me.”

Pony groaned, dramatically I’ll add, and pulled himself out of my bed. He tugged on the jacket and headed for the door. “If I go out there and those birds don’t listen, I’m blaming you.”

“Hey man, blame the birds.”

We ended up just outside of the door on the steps, waiting. Chirps started not long after, I’ll bet you they sensed Curtis outside and woke up. Joking. Not joking. You’ll never know.

It was still early to be too loud, but I feigned a yell by cupping a hand around my mouth and whisper yelling for effect. “C’mon birds! Your royal king is here! And he’s got a lot to do, you gotta let him sleep!”

“I said we have to ask nicely, Curly.”

“Yeah, I got you.” I cleared my throat as dramatically as I could before saying, “Please.”

The birds didn’t stop, they got louder as more woke up. “Damn Pony, I guess you aren’t the bird-lord. I can't believe it. Is this what betrayal feels like? Is this how it feels to be lied to?”

“They’ve betrayed me! I didn’t lie!” Pony took a sharp gasp in and put his hand on his chest. “I knew they’d turn on me, after I’ve been nothing but loyal!”

We went on to joke about the birds and to just screw around, laughing over how dumb the whole idea was. But hey, it was funny. That’s all that mattered.

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Deja vu (F.W)

Requested: Yes/No

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

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Summary: After Fred and Y/n break up, he has moved on with someone new, or so she believed.

Warnings: angst-ish, swearing, fluff ending, my english

A/N: inspired by the song ‘deja vu’ by Olivia Rodrigo. Flashbacks are in italics. Fred. Is. Alive.

Word count: 1.7k

Y/n thought her life was perfect. She had great friends, she was great in school and she had a great boyfriend.

Fred and Y/n dated during seventh year. But before Fred and George made their scape they decided to break up.

She thought he would be waiting for her when she graduates, but the only thing that welcomed her was a broken heart.

"But you always steal my sweater!" He said with a playful grin.

"Because it's like ten sizes bigger than mine!" She said chuckling. Honestly, seeing a man 6 ft tall like Fred wear a jacket that didn't even cover his arms was a sight to behold. "Take it off!" She could barely breathe now, the only thing getting out of her mouths was wheezes.

"Why darling? Don't you think I look sexy?” He said before winking cheekily.

"Of course love, you look sexy in anything.” She said walking up to him. He opened his arms -or tried to, with her jacket making difficult for him to move- and she stepped in. She lifted her hands and cupped his face, bringing him down to kiss him softly.

When she went to Diagon Alley to finally visit Weasley Wizard Wheezes she looked through the glass in the door, and there they were, Fred and George with their best smiles talking to costumers. Her face broke into a smile at the sight of Fred in his work suit and proud for him expanded in her chest. She put her hand on the doorknob but then she saw a pretty girl with short blonde hair walking in his direction, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down to meet her lips. Y/n's face fell and she felt her heart sink to the pit of her stomach, her eyes becoming very blurry all of the sudden. She let go of the doorknob and turned around, waking to her flat.

"Hello gorgeous," he said kissing her cheek. "What flavour is that?"

"You tell me.” She said grabbing ice cream with her spoon and holding his jaw to spoon-feed him.

He moaned in a loud and exaggerated way. "I love strawberry ice cream, can I have more?" She rolled her eyes but kept giving him her ice cream.

Entering her flat she collapsed on the sofa, her friend -and now roommate- Angelina came running from her room presumably because she heard the sobs leaving Y/n's mouth.

"What the fuck happened?" She asked frantically kneeling beside the couch.

Y/n said something unintelligent and Angelina sighed.

"Come on love, up," she said softly and Y/n lifted herself to a seating position. "Take a deep breath, Y/n, that's it, there you go. Now, do you want to tell me what happened?"

"Fred," her voice cracked. "Fred is wit-," she breathed in and out. "Fred is with some- with someone else."

"Oh darling, I'm so fucking sorry. I had no idea," Angelina said wrapping Y/n in her arms. She was the one who told her to go and see them today. They had rented the flat together just a couple of days before leaving Hogwarts in one of their -forbidden- excursions outside of the castle. Angelina was training to be a healer and both were working on a muggle café to pay the rent while Y/n decided what job she wanted to pursue.

Y/n started sobbing again. "It's just- I thought- I-"

"Shh, it's alright, it's okay."

After what felt like years Y/n got out of the flat, Angelina by her side. "Can't we just Apparate there?" Angelina groaned. They have decided to walk to Diagon Alley, even if  Y/n would absolutely love to, she couldn't avoid Fred forever, and wanted to be a civilised person and show the bastard that she could live without him, or that's what Angelina said. "No, I need to be prepared, and for that I need to think, so walking it is."

"Walking it is." Angelina repeated with a sigh.

They stood outside of Weasleys' Wizards Wheezes in no time. Y/n put her hand on the doorknob and with the weight of Angelina's supporting hand between her shoulder blades, she opened the door and stepped inside. Two identical voices called out "What can I help you with?" Y/n was too preoccupied starting at everything that was on display in the show to hear it though. "Maybe just a cup of tea?" Said Angelina behind her. Y/n got out of her daze just when a pair of brown eyes looked right at her, those eyes she knew too well. Fred was holding a box and it was dangerously close to be dropped. He opened his mouth, and then closed it again.

"Hey you two! Long time no see!" Said George and Y/n suddenly remembered that there was more people in the room, the shop was full of people actually. She let herself be enveloped in George's arms and returned the hug, looking over his shoulder at the only one person she wanted to hug.

"Hi- er- hello you two," said Fred scratching the back of his neck, his eyes not leaving Y/n's. "How are you d-"

"Fred?” Said the girl Y/n saw a couple of days before, and she felt her throat close.

"Oh! Right, yeah, this is Verity, my er, my-"

"Girlfriend." She said with a bright smile bringing up her hand for them to shake. And Y/n wanted to hate her for being so polite and pretty, but instead she smiled a little to big and shook her hand, noticing that it was small and soft and delicate. "Pleasure to meet you."

"So Verity, I haven't see you at Hogwarts, did you go there?" Said Angelina. Fred and George had close the shop early and invited everyone for a drink in their flat above the shop. 

"Oh yeah, I was just three years above all of you, Hufflepuff house." Verity said proudly. Y/n could see why Fred liked her, she was beautiful, and smart, and chirpy. But there was just one thing that didn't sit right with her. Then, Verity went to grab ice cream from the kitchen, Y/n watch as she spoon-fed Fred and he moaned in an exaggerated way that made Verity giggle. Y/n was sure her eyes were wide as plates in realisation and exchanged a look with Angelina that clearly said 'let's go'.

When they were out of the flat, and after Y/n told her about the ice cream revelation, Angelina kept looking at Y/n from the corner of her eye while they walked back to their flat, what made Y/n sigh. "Just say it."

"Alright, I think you should tell him that, you know, still want to jump his bones." Y/n groaned. "It's just, the word ‘love’ is so strong! But I think you should tell him your feelings, you won't sleep until you know he knows."

"How could I ever do that? He's taken! He's happy!" She sighed. "That's not my place anymore."

"Just think about it, you know I'll support you either way."

Y/n now hated Angelina, she decided. She turned and rolled at night without getting any sleep. A week had passed since they visited Fred and George. Did he know that she loved him? Did he think it was just casual? She got out of bed, got dressed and walked her way to Angelina's room and sat down next to her in the bed. "I hate you."

Angelina rolled over and looked sleepily up at her. "Whatever, just don't come back too late." Y/n sighed and kissed her friend's forehead and got out of the room, and a couple of seconds later, out of the flat.

She knocked three times and waited. The moment she started regretting it, the door flung open. A very sleepy Fred standing up behind it.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course.” He said stepping aside to let her in.

"Alright," she said entering the flat, her back still to him. "I just wanted to let you know something, and I know that is fucking selfish because you're taken and happy, but I need to be happy too, you know? I need it, and I need to know that you know that I love you. I've loved you since we were together and I'm still in love with you. And do whatever you want with that.” She said finally turning around. Watching as Fred was just standing there, eyes wide, his mouth gaping like a fish. "I'm going to go now."

"No!" He said a little to loudly and winced. "Don't go."

He took a couple of steps forward. Standing right in front of her. "Do you mean it?" He whispered.

"Of course I mean it you stupid prick-"

He cut her off crashing their lips together, his hands on either side of her face. She kissed him back quickly, her hands on his neck and hair, pulling a little. When she heard a small sound coming from the back of his throat, she pulled back.

"Fred what the fuck are you doing!? You have a girlfriend!" His mouth tugged a little at the right side. 

"I broke up whit her," he said shrugging. 

"What?" She breathed out. 

"Yeah, right after you and Angie left, I realized I liked her because she reminded me of you, it was like living in a constant déjà vu."

A lot of thoughts were swimming in her head, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was "Why didn't you wait for me?"

She watched as sadness washed over his face and her heart broke just a little bit. "I didn't think you'd want me back, and I missed being with someone, I missed being in love. And when I saw you I knew it wasn't the same thing, she wasn't you."

"You love me?"

He just shrugged, a small smile on his face. "I know we have never said it before, but I loved you back then and I love you now. And, if you take me back, I'll make sure to prove it to you everyday."

She answered him with a kiss, felling him smile when George's voice from somewhere in the flat called out "Congratulations!"