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deathmetalunicorn1 · 7 months

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That was amazing! This will be my last request around Eri!Reader until you reopen your requests so I’m not spamming you! (Thank you so much for writing these, I get so excited whenever you post since your so amazing and talented!! 💞✨)

Part 14 After returning to Water 7 to heal from their battle (And happy to learn Franky is going to make them a Ship and join them) Garp the Fist comes in, and reveals to be Luffy’s Grandfather, but before he could continue beating the snot out of Luffy, Reader stops him (Garp is happy to finally meet his one and only Granddaughter Reader!)

However Garp ends up pissed when Luffy told him Spadam hit her, and wants to get his hands on him! (No one puts their hands on his Granddaughter!! NO ONE!!)

Though Reader calms Luffy and Garp down from wanting to go back/to Enies Lobby to beat Spadam up (Garp’s cackling after learing that his sweet Granddaughter hit Spadam in his ‘Royal Jewels’, as he’s very proud of her for doing that) and leaves the Straw Hats alone after telling Luffy about his dad Dragon (Not before promising to spend time with Reader and gives her one of his Rice Crackers)

For the next 3 days the Straw Hats and all of Water 7 had a huge party, with Reader playing around with Chimney and Gonbei in her bathing suit Franky gave her (Including little Arm Floats that look like Starfish/Kitties)

And with Nami’s help, Reader calls Ace to talk with him, and Ace was holding in his rage after hearing what his little sister went through (As she told him it was scary) and the fact she got slapped, but he started laughing when Luffy told him what Reader did to Spadam’s ‘Jewels’ (Whitebeard and his sons were doing the same thing as Ace, angry and furious, but proceeded to laugh hysterically after learning what Reader did to someone’s ‘Jewels’)

I love Whitebeard so much (He’s so protective and caring about those apart of his family) he’s just a giant softie

They all see not only Zoro, Luffy, Robin and Reader’s Bounties upgraded, but everyone get a Bounty themselves (And everyone screamed when Reader’s bounty Skyrocketed again at 320-350 Million)

Reader also comforts her Brother Sanji about his Wanted Poster by giving him one of her own drawings of him (It’s a kid drawing, but compared to Luffy, it’s 100x better than his art skills and she drew it out of love)

I’ll wait until next time to ask you for a Garp and Eri!Reader Special (They’re going to spend a whole day together!) it’s just pure. unadulterated. Fluff.

-It had been two days since you and your family arrived back from Enies Lobby, as many of you were severely injured, you were luckily, being the least injured, but after overworking your quirk, you were just as tired as the rest of them.

-You were so happy that Franky was a part of the crew and that Usopp was back, as you felt protective of your family, you never wanted any of them to leave- you never wanted to be apart from them.

-Franky was super nice to you as the others were slowly waking up, both him and Iceburg treating you to breakfast as you were the first to wake up.

-You were in awe, seeing Luffy still sleeping but also eating, unable to look away until Sanji and Nami yelled at him to wake up while Robin and Usopp were laughing lightly at the sight.

-A knock then came from the door before it burst open and Franky dropped his shoulder, wrapping his arms around you, shielding you from the debris.

-A large man then entered, a marine which made you clutch at Franky’s Hawaiian shirt, scared as everyone was quickly able to recognize this man, Monkey D. Garp!

-Luffy’s jaw was dropped, “Grandpa?!” everyone quickly turned in shock, hearing this, yelling in shock while your little hands came to your face in shock.

-Garp then made you gasp as he punched Luffy, sending him flying into a wall. Zoro and Sanji were stunned, ready for a fight, seeing that he was able to hurt Luffy.

-You pushed on Franky’s chest and you managed to slip out of his arms and you ran over as Garp stalked towards Luffy, cracking his knuckles, ready to discipline him before you ran in front of your brother.

-Your arms were spread and you had big fat tears in your eyes, “Please don’t hurt my big brother!” everything froze, seeing you protecting Luffy and Garp stammered, trying to tell you that he wasn’t going to hurt Luffy, just discipline him.

-The tears fell from your eyes and Garp instantly fell to his knees, hugging you close, “Grandpa’s so sorry little Y/N! I didn’t mean to make you cry!”

-You sniffled loudly as Luffy struggled to his feet, a bit dizzy, before you spoke, “You’re my grandpa?” Garp glared at Luffy, his eyes turning red, “You didn’t tell her about your one and only grandpa?!”

-You tugged on Garp’s shirt gently, not seeing him as someone so scary now, “I have two grandpas- you’re my second one!”

-Garp turned to stone in shock before crumbling into a sobbing pile while Robin picked you up, holding you up on her hip, he cried, lamenting that he wasn’t your first grandpa.

-He then shot up, looking completely fine, looking fired up, “So who was your first grandpa?!” he wanted to find out to take that title from whoever got to you first, no matter who it was.

-You beamed brightly, your arms lifting to the sky happily, “I’ve never seen him but I’ve talked to him with Big Brother Ace- he said his name is Whitebeard!”

-The flames around Garp seemed to increase, growing hotter as his eyes turned red, furious that his adorable granddaughter had been adopted by Whitebeard of all people and that you saw him as your first grandpa, while Garp was in second place!

-He could only imagine you (in cartoon form), in Whitebeard’s arms, laughing with him as he stood on the 1st place spot of a podium while Garp was on his knees in second place.

-Garp wasn’t going to deal with your crew at the moment, instead joining you all for a meal, you sitting on his knee as you held a cup of juice.

-Garp noticed the bandage on your head, “What caused this?” you lifted your hand to your head and Nami was the one to answer, “It was that marine, Spandam- he hit Y/N for trying to protect Robin.”

-Garp froze, turning white, hearing that a grown adult- a grown man, put his hands on a child, injuring you as he was quick to get fired up, “Where is the bas-basket case!” he caught himself, not wanting to swear in front of you.

-You didn’t know why he was calling Spandam a basket, before his face appeared in your head, and his mask did look a bit like a basket.

-Your family was also still furious at Spandam, glaring and voicing their own anger while you were eating a cookie Garp gave to you.

-Nami pointed at him, scolding him, “Oi! Don’t be giving her cookies for breakfast!” you flinched as Garp just beamed brightly, “It’s fine- it’s fine!” Sanji grabbed you, “It is not fine! She needs healthy food in the morning.” Garp pouted, wanting to spoil you.

-He then spoke again, “So where is Spandam?” a few grins appeared as Franky ruffled your hair gently, “Y/N here took care of him, with a well-placed headbutt to the family jewels!”

-Garp laughed loudly, finding it hysterical, before he ruffled your head, praising you before he stood, telling Luffy about Dragon, his dad and you had question marks floating around your head, as you didn’t know any dragons.

-Luffy told you that he would tell you all about his dad and Garp gave you a bag of cookies, “I have to leave now my little Y/N~ I’ll come back to spend some time with you.”

-You smiled up at him, holding your hand up to him, extending your pinkie finger, “Pinkie promise?” Usopp was the one to teach you about pinkie promises, and Garp as well as several others around, Usopp, Luffy, Franky, Iceberg, and Sanji, all collapsed to the ground, clutching at their chests at your cuteness.

-After Garp left and all the damage caused by Aqua Laguna was fixed, everyone celebrated! There was a huge party with drinking, eating lots of barbeque, and you got to run around with Chimney in the water, being a normal kid for one, wearing your starfish shaped water wings that Franky gave you over your wet suit.

-Franky was confused why you were wearing a wet suit as he was your lifeguard, letting you sit on his leg, asking you and you pulled your arms in close, looking down at your hands, “There’s…” you couldn’t speak, instead pulling your sleeve up, showing him the scars, at least some of them, on your arms.

-His eyes were wide, seeing his as he held your hand gently, before a hand on his head pulled him out of his shock, and you both saw Luffy there who kneeled down, seeing you showing Franky your scars, “Someone hurt Y/N- badly. We don’t know much, but all we know is that he will never touch her again.”

-You gave Luffy a small nod before you all decided to head to the ship for a private party, having a bath with Robin and Nami while the boys started up a barbeque.

-You ran out to Luffy, grabbing his hand, pulling him away from the fire, looking excited as Nami grinned, walking out with Ace’s DenDen Mushi, “Nami and I are gonna call Ace and grandpa!”

-You sat on Luffy’s lap while he continued to eat, not bothering you heard it ringing before you heard Ace, “Is this my most favorite little sister~?” you giggled warmly, “Hi Ace!”

-Aboard the Moby Dick, their own drinking party, because it was Wednesday, everything went quiet as most everyone huddled around Ace, hearing the voice of their adorable little sister and granddaughter.

-You and Ace talked about your most recent adventures, including where Robin was kidnapped and then you were taken too. Ace was furious, flames surrounding him as they all heard that Spandam hurt you- and Whitebeard was ready to call for an attack before Nami had to tell Ace that you took care of Spandam yourself, taking out his family jewels.

-It was silent on the other side, all their anger instantly leaving before you flinched back into Luffy’s arms, hearing the roar of laughter from the other side.

-Once Ace was able to breathe again, he spoke, “What else happened?” you beamed brightly, “I met another grandpa- his name is Garp!”

-Ace shivered deeply, recalling his own memories of Garp before he managed to force a smile, “Oh? And how was he?” you thought for a moment, “Kinda loud- and he cried when I told him that Whitebeard is my first grandpa, while he was my second.”

-Whitebeard beamed warmly, hearing that he was your first, but he couldn’t help but imagine Garp lamenting over the fact that he was the second.

-The following day, you woke up to loud shouting and you wandered out of your room, a little delirous as you wandered over, rubbing your eyes as you grabbed Zoro’s pants, “Why is everyone yelling?”

-He kneeled down, putting his hand on your head and your eyes went wide as everyone showed you their new bounties, your eyes immediately sparkling brightly.

-Robin then smiled, “Here Y/N- this one is yours.” You looked exited, taking it while Luffy was pouting lightly, seeing your 400,000,000 beri bounty while you were gawking, “So many zeros!”

-You quickly ran to put it up on your wall, showing the other bounties as well and you beamed, feeling proud of yourself.

-You then noticed Sanji looked sad when you came back out and you quickly found out why, because the marines didn’t have a good photo, so they used a crudely drawn one by Luffy instead and Sanji was upset because it didn’t look a thing like him!

-You quickly ran back to your room, coming out with your drawing materials Usopp had given you and you got to work, making a new bounty poster to make your big brother happy!

-It took you over an hour to draw, everyone who had seen you saw the focus on your face before you ran to Sanji, “I made it better!”

-You drew your own bounty poster, including ‘bounty’ being spelled wrong, and a children’s drawing in the middle, showing Sanji making food with hearts surrounding him.

-Sanji fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he held it up to the sky, overwhelmed with happiness before he cried into his elbow, thanking you warmly, making you beam before your smile grew as he put it on the fridge, “So I can see it every day!”

-You celebrated with your crew, having a big feast to celebrate the new bounties, unaware of the, literal, darkness on the horizon.

#one piece x reader #eri reader #luffy #zoro #nami #sanji #usopp #chopper #nico robin #franky

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lunajay33 · 1 year

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My Before❣️

Summary: You’ve been with Daryl since before the world ended and you were terrified to lose him, and others at the camp were confused on how you were together

•Masterlist•

Its been a few weeks since the world basically ended and now I was here at the quarry outside the city with Daryl and his brother Merle

I wouldn’t have made it with out Daryl, I’ve been by his side since we were kids and along the way we fell in love with each other, Merle never approved of me but that never stopped Daryl

I was sitting on a log outside our tent when I saw Daryl coming through the trees, I got up and ran over to him jumping into his arms, every time he left I was a ball of nerves

“You’re back! Are you okay, everything went fine?” I asked as I pulled back looking over him for any signs of a bite

“ ‘m fine sunshine, ya know I always come back to ya” he said as he sling his crossbow over his shoulder so he could hold my hand

Daryl wasn’t one for much pda which I was fine with I never wanted to push him but ever since the world went to shit he always took the opportunity to be close to me, but he still had that grumpy persona to everyone else

We walked over to where Lori and Amy were cooking and the others were scattered around talking or sharpening their weapons

He dropped off the line of squirrels he caught and we went back over to the log I was sitting on before

“Where’s Merle at?” He asked as he put his crossbow down

“Oh he went for a walk or something, said I was annoying him again” I said looking away

I knew Daryl had a complicated relationship with merle but I didn’t wanna be the reason he lost his brother

“He do somethin’ to ya?” He asked as he wrapped an arm around my waist

“No I promise he didn’t” I said as I laid my head on his shoulder

As we were talking I could see the others looking at us and whispering to themselves, I’ve caught them doing this before and quite honestly it bothered me

I looked back at Daryl and he was glaring at the others

“What do you think they’re saying about us?” I asked nervous

“Probably how a guy like me got such a beautiful girl” he smirked

“I’d say they’re probably saying the opposite, how I landed the man of everyone’s dreams” I laughed as his cheeks blushed red

“Nah sunshine yer the one everyone dreams of havin’ but it doesn’ matter anyways, yer mine forever now, ya can’t get rid of me” he said pulling me into a kiss

“You better stay with me then, never leave me, I can’t lose you Daryl, never I don’t know what I’d do if something happened” I said imagining a life without him made my lip quiver

“Hey don’t say that, I’m never leavin’ but if anythin’ ever happens ya have to promise yer gonna keep fightin’ for me” he said as he held my cheeks gently brushing away my tears with his thumbs

“I don’t know Daryl, you’re my whole world”

“Ya have to do that fer me…..please”

“Okay, I’ll try, but you know I’d thinking about you every minute of every day until I was back with you again right?”

“I know sunshine, I’ve been with ya since we were kids and I’ll stay by ya forever even if I’m not really there…I love ya”

“I love you too Daryl” I smiled as I rested my forehead against his

He’s been my constant all our lives and I’ll do anything to make sure we’re together forever

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Thanks everyone for all the support to my stories lately!! If you have any requests feel free to message me or comment

Likes and reposts are appreciated💞

#daryl dixion imagine #twd daryl #daryl dixon #twd fanfiction #twd x reader #twd fluff #twd rick #twd michonne #twd negan #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixion x reader #daryl x you #daryl dixon x female reader

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Hey, this weekend is my birthday huhu. You could do something like Wanda waking Y/n up with kisses and a lot of affection and then also with her organizing a surprise party with the help of our kids (Billy, Tommy and America) I will be very happy if you can do that, thank you 💞💞

Happy Birthday

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda along with your 3 children surprise you on your special day

Fluff | Wanda & Reader share 3 kids | 1.3K |

AC: Happy Birthday!! I hope you enjoy this, and I hope you had a wonderful day!

If there was anybody more excited for your special day, it was Wanda and the kids. For Wanda it was almost like a second Christmas, a day where she could shower you with love and show you how much she and the kids love you and everything you do for them. Everyday Wanda showered you with love of course but it was always extra special on your birthday.

"Good morning" Wanda smiled softly against your lips when her gentle kisses woke you up, "happy birthday, my love" she added with another kiss. You hummed at the feel of her soft lips on yours, "good morning to you as well" you smiled, "I promised you nothing major today, just a day with the kids so that's what we'll do" Wanda's soft smile never left her lips as she took in your features.

"A day out with you and the kids means more to me than anything"

"How did I get so lucky huh?" Wanda kissed you once more, this time a little deeper. "Can we come in now?" you heard a young Billy call from outside the door, "they made breakfast" Wanda whispered before slipping out of bed an wrapping herself in her robe, "come in loves" she added.

The door swung open, and you were instantly greeted with the wide smiles of your three children. Billy and Tommy held gifs in their hands while America held the tray full of food in hers. "Happy Birthday Ma!" the twins rushed to be the ones to sit beside you while America carefully placed the tray of food across your lap, "Happy Birthday Mama" she smiled.

"Thank you, all of you! This looks delicious and I do hope that you will help me eat it all"

"The boys will but I have to finish a protect for school, I'm really close, I'm sorry" America replied with sorry eyes, "it's due tomorrow and I just want to get it done before we do whatever it is Mum has planned" she adds. "That's okay darling, you don't have to explain" you smiled softly, the twins already helping themselves to the grapes in the bowl.

"As for me, I'm going to make a coffee" Wanda announced before following America out of the room. "Ma open your gifts first! Please!!" Billy looked up at you with, his cheeks stuffed with grapes earning himself a chuckle from you, "already, who's first?" You smiled.

"Did Natasha get back to you?" Wanda spoke softly to America as they stood in the middle of the living room making sure they had everything ready for your surprise. "Yeah, we have the park for 4 hours before they have to allow the general public access" America couldn't hide her excited smile. Wanda and the kids have been planning something very special for you for weeks now, the biggest worry was the twins getting too excited and accidently spoiling it. "She has no idea!" Wanda smiled proudly. Today's plan was to have the twins keep you distracted as much as possible while Wanda and America got everything packed into the car.

After breakfast with the help of the twins, Wanda returned with a coffee in hand standing in the doorway, "Boys, why don't you go get dressed for today, we'll be leaving in 45 minutes" she announced. The twins nodded a little too quickly as they jumped off the bed not without giving you a kiss on the cheek and wishing you another happy birthday.

"What have you got planned?" you raised a brow as you looked at Wanda as she placed her coffee on the bedside table, "just a day in the park, why?" she looked back at you with a light smirk. "Wands, those boys are really excited about something, I knew you couldn't help yourself" you chuckled, placing the empty tray to the side and pulling Wanda closer to you, "I promise you my love, it's just a day in the park. You know the one the boys kept going on and on about recently? With the big playground? That's the park" she assured you. "Okay, that makes sense" you smiled before kissing your wife again.

"As much as I'd love to stay here and kiss you all day, but we leave in 40 minutes" Wanda informed you as her eyes drifted to the alarm clock on her side of the bed. "Want to save time and join me in the shower?" you suggest, Wanda chuckled with a nod, "good thinking"

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You'd been in the car for over an hour now and the boy's excitement was making you very curious as to where exactly this park was. "How far is this park?" you looked over at Wanda who kept her eyes on the road in front of her.

"Just another 30 minutes" she replied, "which reminds me" she reached one hand to the backseat and gentle padded America on the knee, "You have to put this one" she hands you a blind fold. "Oh, I knew it!" you playfully shook your head as you took the blind fold from Wanda's hand, "you couldn't help yourselves, could you?" you added, talking to everybody. "Shut up and put it on, will you?" Wanda chuckled as she quickly gave you a playful glare, "Yes Ma'am" you joked as you put the black blind fold on.

"Good, now just another 25 minutes at the most" Wanda smiled too the children through the review mirror. The rest of the car ride felt like it went on forever, you weren't sure if that was because you were excited but didn't want to give into Wanda and show her or if it was the fact, you were blind folded. You could hear the giggles and whispers from the twins in the back which only led to more excitement building up wanting to know what exactly your family had planned, you were sure by now that it wasn't a trip to some park with a huge playground for the twins to enjoy.

"We're here!" Wanda announced with a hand on your knee, "oh goodie! I can take this off now" you reached for your blind fold only to have Wanda slap your hand gently, "not yet, we'll tell you when. You just wait here while we unload the car" she spoke giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

The only stuff that needed to be unloaded was everybody's backpacks, Billy and Tommy begging Wanda to hurry up and get the backs out of the trunk before they started fighting over who would be the one to take off your blind fold. America shook her head and rolled her eyes as big sisters too in such a situation. "How about both of you take it off Ma?" Wanda suggested in a whisper, "fine" the boys sighed.

"Are you ready love?" Wanda called as she closed the trunk, "I've been ready all morning!" you joked. Tommy opened the passenger door then with the help of Billy, you took a hand each as they guided you out of the car, "Keep your eyes close Mama!" Billy said while he and Tommy got you to kneel to their level before taking your blind fold off together, "okay! Open your eyes!" the boys said almost in sync.

As you opened your eyes, you were greeted with the wonderful grates of Disney Land, you've always wanted to go but never found the time. "SURPRISE!" your little family cheered, "Happy Birthday my love, thank you for always being the best and much, much more" Wanda smiled softly as she pulled you in for a kiss. "You've out done yourselves!" you smiled at your three children, "just wait until you get inside! Everybody is waiting!" Billy spoiled the last surprise causing you all to giggle. "You brought everybody here?" You turned to Wanda.

"Everybody is here and we have the park to ourselves for four hours, told you we were going to a park" she playfully winked as she intertwined her fingers with yours, "I love you, all of you so much" you said as you and your family made your way through the gates.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fanfiction #marvel

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sw1mmingfoolz · 2 years

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🍌 bananas 4 u - lee felix 🍌

requested? Y/N

genre: domestic fluff (they're baking together and having a ball), once again me getting overly poetic about little situations

content warnings: like one mildly dirty joke that kinda implies reader is an afab anatomy haver (but can be interpreted differently if you so choose, i have explained this poorly lol)

pairing: felix x reader

wc: 1.7k

a/n: my mouth n head still hurt from dental anaesthetic lol today was a busy day :') i baked banana bread and was inspired as always so i again wrote something insanely gooey and oddly poetic. is it the best thing i've ever written? no, but it is warm n fuzzy, and that's what i'm going for rn with my sore mouth and sleep deprived disposition lmao 😌 feedback is always very appreciated and encouraged, it keeps us writing after all! all the love 💞💞

Felix had to know you weren’t annoyed with him.

Cancelled plans were common; he was a busy guy after all. You didn’t really tend to see them as commitments anymore anyway - just ideas for ways you could spend the time together should he end up actually having any to spare. When he walked into the dimly lit living room and saw you curled up watching TV—enthralled face illuminated by harsh artificial light glaring from the screen—and saw the understanding look in your eyes when you eventually did look up at him with a sincere smile, he had to know that you got it, and it didn’t bother you in the slightest.

So why had he apologised like, twenty times already?

You asked yourself the question silently, mulling it over, tossing it around in your brain as he dropped another apology into the collection you kept a relatively noncommittal count of in the back of your mind. You asked yourself again as he set to washing his hands, to decorating the countertops with bags and tubs, to washing the few dishes in the sink and scrubbing down the stovetop to make a tidy working area. And you asked yourself again as he preheated the oven the way his phone told him to, focused as he pulled butter from the fridge and checked the ingredients list once more.

“Aren’t you tired?” You finally managed to ask after what felt like a lifetime of perplexed observation, quirking an eyebrow at him as he finally stopped his rapid prepping and stood in front of you to hold your gaze.

“Kinda,” he shrugged, planting a ghost of a kiss on your nose with curved up lips. “But I promised we’d try this banana bread recipe today, and I feel horrible for constantly letting you down.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that it doesn’t bother me?” You chuckled, returning his nose kiss before going to wash your own hands. You’d protest, and reassure him, and insist you could wait for another day; but you knew he’d be unrelenting as ever as he pulled the food scales from a cupboard next to the oven and checked how clean they were against the overhead light. “I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to date an idol, y’know.”

“Still,” he pouted, face impossibly cute as he again stopped simply to look at you while he spoke. “I don’t want you to feel ignored, or like I don’t care, or like I don’t want to spend time with you.”

“Lee Felix, do not make me kiss your nose again,” you spoke with faux warning in your voice, eyebrows raised pointedly. He grinned, feigning fear.

“Yeah, that would be terrible,” he snorted, rolling his eyes, to which you could only think to respond by peppering his face in tiny kisses. The giggles he let out with every peck were so sonorous they felt like a soft caress to your eardrums, sounds you were sure could only come from angels themselves. Perhaps if you looked hard enough you’d find wings scattering trails of feathers as soft as his smile, and as dazzling as the glint in his eyes. You kept his face cupped in your hands as you finished your barrage, eyes boring into his with a palpable seriousness.

“I love what we have, regardless of how many plans we end up cancelling. We always make new ones, and they end up being my fondest memories, so please. Don’t beat yourself up over it when I don’t even mind.”

“Okayyyy,” he drawled, pouting once more in a silent request for yet another kiss, which you happily accepted. “I’m really in the mood to bake now, though. You don’t have to join if you’re too tired.” You looked at the time on the oven display beaming lazily at you, by now past midnight, and shrugged.

“We’re here now, might as well.” He looked so overjoyed at your participation that he looked about ready to burst, swelling your heart to feel quite the same. You took his phone to scan the recipe he’d sent you a few days ago (with accompanying insistence you make it together) and surveyed the countertops to make sure nothing was missing before starting to make small talk about his day as you both assumed roles without needing to discuss them.

You began melting butter in a Pyrex jug and beating an egg in a cup while Felix set about mashing the bananas you’d spent so long ripening with overdramatic tenses of his arm muscles whenever he caught you looking, chuckling at your unabashed awe every time. He was the same while mixing, jostling you slightly as you weighed out dry ingredients and screeching when you threw a small handful of flour into his hair and face in retaliation. Baking with him always went this way, airy laughs and lighthearted tomfoolery alighting your kitchen with a weighted atmosphere of warmth and light, aptly settling alongside indulgent aromas of whatever you’d decided to attempt that week. Your entire apartment was forever alive with a buzzing, jubilant kind of love, still budding and beginning to bloom akin to the freshest, most fragrant blooms of spring, and that was undisputedly concentrated in your kitchen a lot of the time.

He shook the flour you’d so meticulously dusted him with at you, a fine snow tickling your skin and erupting peals of unbridled laughter from deep within your lungs. It caused him to join in just as vivaciously, stomachs aching as you strained to keep the baking session somewhat on track, trembling hands and shaking shoulders sending specks of sugar across the counter to join the mess he’d already made. You knew when all was said and done a lot of the tidying up would probably be left to you tomorrow, though you couldn’t find it in you to care when you were having so much fun.

“Do you think this is too much?” You asked, showing him the bag of macadamia nuts in your hand. He hummed, more focused on stirring everything together as it thickened enough to give him a decent forearm workout, and shook his head distractedly.

“Nah, there aren’t that many,” he responded after a second, to which you poured the entire contents of the bag in at his reassurance. He blinked, stunned, at the small yet significant pile they formed on the top of his expertly blended mixture, the reality of what he’d implicitly told you to do setting in as his body again began to shiver with tired waves of laughter. “Maybe there were more than I thought.”

“At least we both like them,” you responded with a snort, watching them slowly disappear as Felix began moving his arm again. You followed them with walnut halves, causing him to yelp in surprise, head shaking as he continued stirring resignedly.

“You were supposed to cut those up,” his overdone sigh was sardonic, but his impish grin betrayed his admittedly weak act of irritation. “And that’s so many nuts.”

“I mean, we’re making two loaves, so maybe they’ll spread out?” You shrugged, lining long tins with paper liners and gesturing for him to start pouring as you held the sides rigid. “It smells good. Besides, if it’s too much for you, that means more for me.”

“I never said it was too much,” he derided, focusing the best he could on dividing the mixture evenly. “I can out-nut you any day of the week baby.”

“biologically speaking? I beg to differ,” you responded instantly, great effort going into keeping your voice steady as you earned the shocked, wide-eyed look you’d both expected and desired. The atmosphere continued to wind down, but lively laughter remained a constant as you continued throwing things into the bowl.

The tins went into the oven, its small encapsulating warmth a mini imitation of the bubble you and Felix had expertly crafted for yourselves, where time seemed to stand still and glances and giggles seemed to say more than words ever could. He set a timer on his phone, taking the opportunity he saw in finally having free hands to pull you into his arms and wrap them tightly around you. You smiled as you pressed a kiss to his forehead, both of you beaming between each other, eyes twinkling with unadulterated adoration. Minutes were flying by in throes as you switched continuously between clinging to one another as if every kiss would be the last, talking about every random thing that came to mind and peering impatiently into the small glowing window you never strayed very far from.

As always, the vaguely consistent sickly sweet smell surrounded you in your joy, sugar teasing at the tips of your tongues as they darted out to wet the lips you so diligently kept against one anothers’ at every moment that allowed it. Your stomach yearned for the bread to finish baking already, yet by comparison your heart already felt so full. It thrummed happily in its bony cage like a bird in song, calling out to Felix’s and waiting for its equally resonant reply. Call and response, soft and trusting, connected so inherently within the space you crafted for yourselves in time to simply be with one another; to exist in love, and to feel sure the melodies would not silence any time soon.

You helped each other tidy up as cracks began to form in the hardening surface of the baked goods, rinsing dishes to be washed properly in the afternoon when you would muster the energy and countertops once again being wiped clean. After storing away the remaining butter he took your hand in his, face soft as he pulled you flush to him and began swaying with you to nothing but the faint buzzing of the dazzling light coming from the fridge and the tap dripping idly in the corner. You smirked as you rested your head on his chest, searching for that songbird, searching for its exuberance.

“We’re doing this trope now?” You hummed contentedly, frankly too comfortable in the easygoing happiness to mock all too much. He chuckled into a kiss to your head, twirling with a languid flair.

“We’ve covered so many of them already, why not tick some more boxes?” He grinned, holding you just a little tighter. His phone’s timer would go off soon, and you’d break from the bubble just a little to finish the job, but for now you allowed yourself to revel in heady delight as you danced to the tunes your entwined hearts passionately sang.

#stray kids #lee felix #skz #stray kids fluff #felix fluff #skz fluff #stray kids felix #stray kids x reader #felix x reader #skz x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #felix scenarios #felix imagines #skz scenarios #skz imagines

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nescaveckwriter · 4 months

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Moonflowers & Werewolves - Chapter Four💞🐺

Words: 1805

A/N: Hope you enjoy this chapter, y'all 💞 this one is something, let me know what you think 🐞

Warnings: Hospital, angst, swearing words(just two) abusive relationship, anything else let me know 💞🐞

Chapter Four🐺💞

"No! Tom No! Please Tom...! I... I'm sorry okay, I won't talk to him again" she whimpers

"Every single time you do this, talking to your male colleagues, would you rather want to be married to them?" He shouts

"I... It was about work I promise Tom" crying now, knowing what comes next.

"Your not even Beautiful Madison, I'm doing you a favor, being your husband" he grins

Before she could reply, his fist met her face, then her ribs hearing the crackling noise, he doesn't stop when she fell to the ground, just kicking her now, shouting about the pathetic, worthless human being she is, by the time he was done, she could hardly see through her black eyes, her delicate face was just a bloodied pulp, as for her she, just layed there, in a curled up ball, struggling to breathe, trying too silent the frantic sobs, not to make Tom even more mad.

Melissa stood next to this vulnerable looking women, listening to the words, that she whisper-screams in her sedated state "No! Tom No! Please Tom!" Noticing the spike on the heart rate monitor, its enough to send shivers down her spine, she's been a nurse for long enough to know how it sounds when a woman is afraid of getting beaten up again. "Whoever Tom was, was definitely abusive" thinking out loud.

Glancing over at the hallway where the other nurses and doctors runs towards the ER doors, wondering what is going on, striding closer, that's when she hears there's been an accident, multi persons getting rushed in, but her heart sunk when see saw Chris Argent her ex, with gunshots, ''wait what'', there's Eli, Malia, Jordan and even Peter, they all look pretty bad, but she's not worried about them knowing, that they can heal themselves, she's worried about Chris, as his just human, even if he thinks his invincible.

Melissa walks closer towards Madison's bed, its been a few days, since that dreadful evening, but Chris is going to be okay, he is resting, in ICU, as for the others there at least fine, all healed up and back at whatever there doing, this hospital, have stopped asking questions, as they all have an idea what's going on, except for this woman.

Derek hasn't really left her side, every now and again, he'll hold her hand, of course he'll say its so that he can take away some of her pain, but she really knows, deep down he must feel a connection with her. ''Hey Derek'' her voice soft

He looks up towards her, ''Hey Melissa, why hasn't she woken up yet?''

''The doctor, wanted to keep her in a sedated state, she had some blood loss, and so he wanted to let her body heal a bit, but the sedation is lifted today'' she assured

He just nods his head, sitting back down in the chair next to the bed side, his eyes widens as he whispers underneath his breath ''how do I tell her, I'm a monster, I'm the reason she got hurt''

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, knowing its Melissa, he doesn't even look up, he hears her motherly voice ''Derek, she'll understand, and you saved her, remember''

Not a peep from him, as he just gently squeezes Melissa's hand, as a way to say thank you.

...

Eli walks through the doors of the hospital, knowing his father, is most probably at Miss's Wells bedside, why his not really sure, but all he knows in this short period of time, he has grown fond of her. ''Hey dad''

''Hello son, how was your day?'' a smile on his lips

''The usual'' he pouts

''What happened son?''

Eli just shakes his head ''nothing just tons of homework''

''Let me see, with what I can help'' he gestures for him too come closer, the two of them sit there busy figuring out math together.

As her eyes starts to open, the sight of the dark - haired man and his son, sitting in front of her, warmed her heart, but wait a minute, where is she exactly? Inspecting the room, realizing she's in a hospital room, then feeling the pain in her upper chest area, what the hell? What happened? Trying to recall what happened, but it's all so blurry, she's pretty sure, Derek got hurt as well? But he looks fine, as she hold her inner dialogue, trying to figure what exactly happened, a woman's sweet voice breaks her thought.

''Welcome back Madison'' Melissa smiled

Derek and Eli's heads swing towards her, ''Hello Miss Wells'' the boy's voice sounds soft and low

''Maddie, how do you feel, are you okay?'' concern in his smoky voice

Her voice brittle ''w.. what happened?''

Derek was surprised to hear she doesn't remember a thing, but he is a little relieved to be honest. Its Melissa, who said she's been in accident, and after awhile Melissa send father and son, out of the room, closing the curtain, she went to sat at the end of the bed. ''My name is Melissa McCall, I was your nurse, honey I'm going to ask you a question okay, I need you to tell me the truth''

Searching the older woman's face, with her beautiful curly hair, hanging on her shoulders, just nodding letting her know she can ask, but she weren't expecting the following.

Assuring, sweet smile tugging at the corners of her mouth ''Sweetie, who's Tom''

Shock and fear on her face ''Is, is he here'' her voice shaky

Shaking her head, ''No honey, its just I heard you talking during your sedation, and the way it sounded'' pausing for a second as she sees the woman, with her delicate face, is being replaced with fear and anger, clearing her throat, ''well it sounded as if he was abusive''

Shocked by what the nurse, just said, she sat right up, the anger and shame creeping up in her chest, ''how could you assume he was abusive, do I look like the kind of woman, who'd put up with that?''

Trying to calm her down, ''Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, please, I was just worried,''

Her eyes spitting fire, ''no need to worry, it's my life, leave me alone now''

''Listen I didn't..'' she couldn't even finish her sentence when the woman said ''I said leave me alone, you don't know me, LEAVE NOW! without a word Melissa stood up and leaves.

Holding her shaky hand in front of her mouth, trying to silence the frantic sobs, escaping her body, her thoughts racing, ''why'd I have to talk in my sleep, no-one knows what he did, how he used me as his punching bag, of course I wanted to leave him, for a while, but I was too afraid, afraid he was going to kill me, but the day I walked in on him and that blonde, I knew it was my way out, as he would much rather want too hold his good man, image in front of the new woman, so as soon as the divorced papers where signed, I made the excuse I had too leave, I never told anyone what happened behind closed doors, though I tried to warn the new woman, saying he has a short temper, but she just made like I was making up stories, Tom had this posh image, that his a good man, helping the community but in all honesty he was a monster. I never even told my mom, and by asking , how does she ever trust again or how is she supposed too get over the heart break, wasn't because I loved him so, its was merely bout how do I stop feeling so ashamed, so heartbreaking of letting him beat me like I'm worthless, like I don't matter,'' lowering her head in shame, both hands covering her face, ''I was good at covering up more than just the bruises, busted lips, or pain, I'm a expert in covering up really, how worthless I feel, how, unloved and how ugly, how useless, why did all this feelings, memories have to come too the surface again, and how the hell, did that women know, what she went through, without even knowing her, but her parents, her friends, no-one could notice anything''.

In frustration she takes a pillow and throws it somewhere in the room, not even taking notice of the footsteps coming closer and the man slightly opening the curtain, to see if he can enter, he strides closer towards her. The man hovering over her, making her flinch a little, when she glanced at him. Her eyes bloodshot, her cheeks stained with tears and her body trembling, her breathing shaky, her voice brittle ''Derek, please leave''

His eyes locking with hers, ''you don't really need me too leave, you need someone, to tell you, its all going to be okay''

''I wish I could believe you'' her voice breaking

His not really sure, what is wrong, is it what happened or is it something else, but it feels like his heart are being shredded by the sadness of this beautiful woman. Without warning he places his arms around her trembling body, holding her close to his chest.

Surprised by the comforting hug, she closes her eyes, sort of savoring the moment, trying to still her breathing, she realizes the pain, she felt in her chest a few minutes ago, is almost gone now, as if its leaving her body, but how is that possible? Opening her eyes slightly, not saying a word, just peeping at the muscular arms, covering her body, but what catches her attention is the way his veins isn't the normal light blue color, no, its like his veins are this dark, liquid pulsing through, from where his hands is wrapped around her arm, till up, under his sleeve, she glances up at him, his eyes are closed, but his face is stricken with pain.

Gasping for air, ''What the hell are you''

Leaving the embrace, he stood back, the veins in his arms turning back too normal, shock on his face, ''Maddie, I can explain''

Shaking her head, her eyes widened, ''This, this is crazy, how, how do you do that''

Sighing now ''I wished, you could knew me better, before I had too tell you''

''Tell me what'' she questioned

Clearing his throat, his eyes searching hers, ''You got hurt, because I failed to protect you, because hunters came looking for me, how they knew where too look, I'm not sure, I'm sorry''

Confused '' Why would hunters come looking for you?''

Running his hands over his face, his voice low, his green-hazel eyes turning into a shocking blue.

Surprised ''How, did your eyes change color like that?''

''Maddie,'' he starts, ''I'm a good person, or at least I try to be'' letting out a nervous giggle ''I can't believe its so hard telling you this, I've never struggled like this before'' his eyes pleading now with hers. '' I'm a Werewolf...''

@cutedisneygrl

Chapter Five Here :)

#teenwolf #moonflowers&werewolves #nescveckwriter #derekhale #melissa mccall #peter hale #malia hale #jordan parish #chris argent #Spotify

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thegoldenphig · 5 months

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💛Smoshblr December Asks Final Day💙

We‘ve done it! We’ve finally reached the end of this lil ask game and also the end of 2023! 🥳 Thank you so much for joining in on this, I truly appreciate it so much 🫶! I wish you a wonderful start into the new year and that all your hopes and dreams for 2024 will come true! ✨💞

But, since the year isn’t quite over yet, I thought this might be a nice time to reminisce a little bit. Therefore, the final question of the Smoshblr December Asks Game:

What are your favourite smosh-related memories of 2023? 💖

(no specific amount required for this one; and you can ofc also include older smosh memories, if you want to 🤗)

Stella!! I'm so gonna miss getting your asks every day in my inbox T_T thank you so much for making this month extra special and festive, it was absolutely wonderful waking up knowing there would be a new one waiting!!! <3

My favorite Smosh-related memory? Well, idk, I read a really great fanfic, but it was a bit out there, a bit too sentimental and unrealistic... it goes like this:

Friendship always wins

The sun scorched the suburbs of Sacramento. The neighborhood looked like if a stock photo had a heroine problem. Bored out of their minds, two sixth graders got grouped together for a school project.

"Here, let me draw some turds on the trash pile."

"I'll add flies."

"Hehehe, yeah that looks better."

The two kids, Ian and Anthony, connected through their shared humor, which ranged from Beavis and Butthead to Home Alone to Southpark, and to whatever was on the internet in that godforsaken time pre-2005.

The oldest one, Anthony, came from a broken home. He had to grow up fast and take care of his siblings and mom. The only times he could really be a kid and fuck around, was with his best friend Ian. Feeling nurtured by Ian's mom and dad, and constantly laughing at Ian's jokes, his happiness was there, with Ian. He could get through working hard, as long as he had Ian to go back to and have fun.

Their nerdy friend group were all into internet humor and Anthony came up with the idea of having a forum for them all to shitpost on and share their creations and collaborate.

But then he got sick. Really sick. He couldn't go to school, had to stay home for six months. He felt so isolated, not seeing his friends, most of all Ian. But Ian showed up at his house with a get well soon card. It was signed by everyone from his class. He could cry, he was so happy with this symbol of friendship. It kept him going the rest of the months. He put his time and energy into coding and learning how to do graphic design.

Smosh was born and it took off. First the website was just for them; Ian, Anthony, and their friends. It had stuff like articles, memes and videos. But soon the whole school was frequenting the site. News traveled outside the school even, and before they knew it, Smosh was an internet phenomenon. After they graduated, Ian and Anthony chose to keep the website going. Just for fun. And they got some money from merch they would distribute themselves.

One day, they saw that one of their videos was pirated and hosted on some new platform: YouTube. That gave them an idea: why not host all their videos there? It was free after all. Being at the right place at the right time, with the right kind of humor and the right kind of raw talent, Smosh was propelled to be one of the biggest YouTube channels there were. They even became the biggest one. However, with success also comes vultures, ready to take everything from you...

A company introduced themselves to Ian and Anthony and promised them the world: give Smosh to us, and you will only have to worry about making videos. We will take care of everything else. It sounded too good to be true. And sadly, it was. For even though at first, Ian and Anthony had more fun than ever, coming up with bigger and funnier videos than ever, they soon found out they were not in control anymore.

Anthony, who had always fought to stay in control of things; his family, his health, his whole life... it was very hard to see his creation being contorted and mutilated into something he didn't want it to be. And he grew to hate it. That hate spread everywhere, even towards his best friend, who kept trying to tell him "man, let's take the losses and be happy we have this job, we could have still been in Sacramento with nowhere to go."

But Anthony had had it.

"Ian, come with me, let's start a new channel, just the two of us."

"Anthony... I can't. It doesn't make any sense business wise. I know it's not ideal, but please, Anthony, stay?"

After years and years of putting his all into the company, Anthony couldn't do it anymore. He quit Smosh, and a shockwave went through the entire fandom that had built around it.

Smosh was still going. But you see, money and power got involved, and Ian and Anthony had lost sight of each other... they tried to hold on, you could see it clear as day, but they were ripped apart by the greed of the soulless company, which is a tautology, if you think about it.

Both guys were heartbroken. Still sneaking glances at each other, but not able to speak. Too much had happened between them.

And then the company went bankrupt and Smosh was in mortal danger. Ian, who had fought to keep the brand alive ever since Anthony left, fought as hard as he could to find someone to buy it, who wouldn't just sell it off for parts like an old car. Luckily, a YouTuber duo who knew Smosh from afar, stepped in and saved the day. Thanks to them and to Ian, Smosh survived. But was it really still Smosh? What was Smosh if it wasn't Ian and Anthony?

In the meantime, Anthony had rebooted his personal YouTube channel and through trial and error found success. Nothing like Smosh, of course, but impressive nonetheless.

Apart from each other, Ian and Anthony persevered. But they were still heartbroken and in need of something. That something was each other of course. And finally, years later, they met again. And they were both surprised. They had both healed and grown enough to see each other and talk freely, like adults. And they were surprised to see how well they still clicked.

It was like they were the same friends they had been all those years ago, but eve better. The slogan they had come up with all those years, finally rang true again, more than it had ever done. Friendship always wins.

And as they reconnected more and more, one faithful day, one of them said..

"what if we bought Smosh?"

And at that moment, their family was no longer broken, they were reunited and Anthony suddenly had a lot more 'kids' to take care of. But he was so happy, so happy to be with Ian again. He was finally fulfilled.

#smoshblr december asks #smosh #fanfic #ianthony

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hotcat37 · 2 months

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DALIY MOODBOARD DELIVERY 4 ONE OF MY FAVE FIC WRITERS N ARTIST S ON THIS SIDE OF TUMBLR EVER!! XDD

(I hope U got some tissues N a wedding gift ready CUZ THE JERE/NACE POKÉMON THEMED! WEDDING MOODBOARD IS READY N UR AMAZING ASS IS INVITED! 🥰🥰)

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

(now take a seat in one of the isles N head straight 2 the open bar N buffet 4 as I tell U the story of one of the most chaotic but magical weddings in JOblr N Kablr history :3)

The day had finally arrived,the day our fave German Shepard N husky duo were going 2 promise themselves 2 eachother forever.The JO boys were helping out with last minute preparations (N driving Kris insane cuz everything had 2 be done by a very specific list he made as soon as the couple announced the wedding date N it had 2 be PERFECT)they even managed 2 get the rings around Ollie’s collar without him jumping everywhere,meanwhile Jere was with his crew + Tommy getting ready 4 the biggest day of their friend (or in Mikke’s case little brother) life.Alas everything was ready N up 2 (Kris’s extremely high) standards,the guests made up of the two grooms family,close friends N some of the esc family as everyone took their seats in the isles amongst the giant sunflower covered Alter Jure made 4 the soon 2 be husbands when Jere began waking down the isle (poor Nacko almost had a heart attack cuz of how ethereal his fiancé looked right then N there) the vow’s were said,Ollie successfully kept the rings safe till he had 2 give them 2 one of his dads 2 set his promise 2 be love N be by Jere’s side forever in stone,everyone was a crying sobbing mess throughout the whole ceremony.(even the daltons couldn’t keep it together or Tommy surprisingly) N then it came time 4 the officiate 2 marry our beloved Pokémon loving now husbands which was sealed with the whole “U may kiss the bride” thing.(Mikke was gonna be their wedding photographer but my man deserves a break so they got Damon 2 do it instead) N as soon as that was over particularly all the guests booked it 2 the open bar N buffet,speeches were made,the newlywed couple held hands as they cut the cake which lead 2 a small cake fight,Kris spent most of the after party sipping tequila N hanging out with Haarija,Bojan N Jure got shitfaced drunk N made out by the buffet (almost squishing the pokeball themed strawberry plater while they were at it) Nace thought Jan went missing until one of Daltons found him playing with a bunch of stray cats who found their way into the venue,Jere’s lil nephew N niece LOVED Ollie N couldn’t stop petting him N playing fetch with the lil dog N as soon as the party was over N everyone had settled into their hotel rooms the Gengar N Bulbasaur loving newlyweds had mind blowing sex but alast they were happy N knew that whatever happened 2 Joker out or Kaarija they would go though it with love in their hearts N eachother by there side..✨✨✨✨✨

NACE/JERE WEDDING CANON!!! this was such a joy to read aaaaah I love Tommy in particular being among the guests 💞💞 Ollie being the ring keeper I can't 🥺🥺 Shocking he didn't run off though haha 😂 Nace would for sure almost faint looking at Jere walking down the isle <3♡♡ Jure making the altar sunflower themed :D 💕 And Kris' extremely high standards lmao ☠☠ Jan vanishing but only to play with stray cats is so real 🐈‍⬛💞💞

Them having mind blowing sex after haha XD The visuals accompanying the story are sooo good omg what what gorgeous wedding!! Love how purple it is 💜💜 The Pokéball flowers :")🥰 Thanks sm for blessing me with this ask!!

#nace jordan #käärijä #Nace x Jere #Bulbasaur x Gengar #joker out #cute moodboards #Hotcat ask #You never miss <3

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turnupswritessometimes · 7 months

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💞💌💥🕯️Of course, you don't have to do all of them, just whichever you're interested in answering ^_^

Oh, of course I'll do all of them - I love talking about my own writing lmao!

💞what's the most important part of a story for you?

The relationship between characters. I feel like fanfiction really gives you a space to get into all the nooks and crannies of a character's relationships, in a way that the source material rarely has time to do. But then, even when I'm writing AUs (so starting these characters from point A, instead of somewhere in the middle), I like for characters to have a solid foundation with each other, and definitely somewhere to go.

(Dialogue was a close contender here - but I think that's what I enjoy writing the most. And it's one of the main tools in showing a relationship; what's said, but also what's unsaid.)

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Something I'm tinkering with for Fullmetal Alchemist is Roy Mustang and Ed Elric using a certain rumour about Ed being Mustang's illegitimate child for a mission. (And really getting into their relationship. It's set just after the 520 cens promise so lots to talk about!)

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

My actual least kudos'd fic is my latest SidLink one - 'Just for This Moment,' but as that only went up a week or so ago, I don't think that's fair to choose for this. So my second least kudos'd fic is 'Hidden Depths,' about the boys from Tokyo Mew Mew. I'm assuming it got a low kudos score because it's a smaller fandom, and an extremely rare pair within that fandom.

It's a fic I really like! I love using the aquarium and the creatures in it as a tool to bring two characters into finding middle ground/talking in metaphors about themselves. I love Ryou's conflicting emotions and his denial to admit to himself how he really feels.

This bookmark is my favourite: "'he hates him because they're love rivals' actually he hates him bc he's bi and crushing hard and a tsundere."

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

Currently, I'm finding 'The One With the Mermaid' extremely hard to write. I didn't approach it any differently than I usually would, but something's just not got me hooked like usual. I think it's that second part of the question - the story's evolved differently than I thought, and I'm not sure how to get it back.

Otherwise, my SoRiku fic 'Worth Running To' took me to some exciting places. I vaguely knew I was adapting the plot of the first Kingdom Hearts (vaguely!!), but I didn't account for how many other characters - Kingdom Hearts and Disney - would get caught up in the plot. The finale felt very big and dramatic for what I usually write, but I remember really enjoying that. The biggest surprise about that one was sparking off a side story about the Seasalt trio, in a Georgian boarding school. (Very fun, but very niche, lol)

I think that's it! Thanks so so much for the ask!! <3 <3

#turnupstalks #fanfiction #fanfic #writer #writers of tumblr #am writing #ask game

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gamma-gal-24 · 1 year

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LEAPS AT YOU. i live again i missed you!!! 😭 i’m sorry i’ve been gone for so long how have you been??? 💞

ALSO: for the heart prompt, perhaps a mutual pining kiss for bradley/stella??? 👀

CATCHES YOU HUGS YOU SQUEEZES YOU YOU LIVE AGAIN!! IT IS GOOD TO SEE YOU MY FRIEND!! I have missed you, too!! Things are going pretty well right now! I hope all is well for you, too! ^^ We’ll have to do some catching up soon! <3

And without any further delay,(because I am totally totally late already XD), here we go! ^^

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Bradley x Stella (mutual pining <3)

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It had been about three months since the two of them had first bumped into one another, and the two had been all but inseparable since. At first they simply had a knack for catching each other in passing, offering a little wave or, in Bradley’s case, a flirty grin. But very quickly they found themselves starting to go out of their way to “coincidently” be at the right place at the right time. Before either one knew it, they had established a schedule of sorts, without even meaning to. And neither one had truly realized what they had done.

So here they were again. Every day at about two o’clock, Stella left her culinary class and went to sit outside by the water fountain. She never planned on it becoming a habit, but certain circumstances prohibited her from stopping this routine of sorts. And now that very circumstance stood leaning oh-so-cooly against her favorite spot, a skateboard under his arm and a pink daisy between his fingers.

Oh, the smile that got him. And he looked up just in time to see it.

To Bradley at least, Stella had one of those smiles that made the world feel right again. In a life full of endless competition, bad ideas, and drama, she had a way of hiding it all in a pretty little box somewhere behind her smiling eyes. And while he didn’t feel it was appropriate to say it, he loved that about her dearly.

Upon meeting her grinning gaze, he perked up with a dazzling one of his own. The sparks flitting around in each of their chests was invisible to the other, though bright and brilliant as they were. He offered her a slender hand, slightly scratched and red from a short fall he had taken off of his board a few hours before. He thought nothing of it. The scratches and scars he had acquired over his years of extreme sports had to be within the hundreds if not thousands. He was almost numb to it by now. Stella, however, saw the angry redness and torn skin on his palm and flinched back. She was afraid to touch it. What if it still hurt?

Bradley cocked his head to the side, unsure of what the holdup was.

“Hey, what’s the matter, princess? I’m not gonna bite ya!” He chuckled, holding his hand out a little farther. Stella smiled softly back. Rather than slipping her hand into his like she always did, she cupped it between hers. “You scraped your hand today!” She pointed out, looking from his little wound to his eyes and back again. “Does it hurt?”

Bradley laughed, a bright, musical noise on her ears. “No, are you kidding? I can’t even feel it!” He beamed, moving to throw his arm around her, pulling her close. “It’s cute that you worry, Honey, but it takes a lot more than a little scuff to hurt me much.”

This tough city boy had Stella melting in his arm. Her face now a shade or two brighter than her pink tee-shirt. She felt silly, but oh so happy at that moment. “Well, if you’re sure.” She said, resting her head on his berry-clad shoulder. “Just promise you won’t let me accidentally hurt you worse than you hurt yourself on that board of yours.”

That earned her another sweet laugh from the Uppercrust. “Stella, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried.” He half-whispered, his face donning its signature self-assured smirk. “Now, since we’re both done with classes for the day and I don’t have anywhere to be, why don’t we take a walk? I know how much you like those dogwood trees down Frat Row.”

Now that was an offer she couldn’t refuse. He watched as her head popped up off of his shoulder, blue eyes lighting up at the proposition. That just made him feel all the better about himself, the smug punk.

“I’d love that! But… What if your friends see us? They won’t tease you too bad will they?” Stella asked, unsure of how the Gammas would take seeing their president hanging around with anybody but a social elite. Bradley however, shooed away the mere thought with a shake of his head. “The only thing they’ll be thinking is, “God, I wish that were me.” He smirked, giving her a squeeze and starting off their walk. Stella giggled into her hand, wrapping her free arm around the small of his back. “Ah yes, I’m sure they wish you would take them for walks through the flowers-” “That’s not what I meant, you Goof!” Bradley cut her off with a laugh. His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment just from the thought. “I think I’d rather sign myself up for war before I’d walk any of those idiots anywhere.”

Stella just laughed and shook her head. “Uh-huh, suuuure you would.~ No offense Bradley, but I think you’d change your mind as soon as they go to shave off that pretty hair of yours.” She giggled, proud of her rebuttal. Bradley conceded with a bow of his head. “Touche, Miss Harper, touche. Although…” He started, raising his head back up with a slick grin. “I didn’t realize you thought my hair was pretty!~”

This battle of compliments, jokes, and flushed faces continued all the way to the start of Frat Row.

They stopped at the big sign off to the side of the road for just a moment. The pretty, blossoming spring trees swayed ever so softly in the light breeze, casting their pink and white petals all about. Stella just watched for a moment, completely enamored. Bradley did the same, only…

It wasn’t the trees that captured his attention, nor was it them that brought on what had to be the sweetest smile he had ever worn.

Bradley had always prided himself on keeping the infectious sappiness of puppy-love out of his own reach. He messed around with girls for sure, but that was more of a status symbol than anything. A one-night fling for a frat party was a completely different world from what he felt now with this one girl. Slowly but surely, this sweet acquaintance, this friend, this crush had taken his one-man world and made room for two. It was a bittersweetness he’d come to love.

As he sifted through his own thoughts, Bradley nearly hadn’t noticed Stella shifting her attention back to him, her smile sweet as ever, cheeks still pink. Smiling still himself, he put his thoughts on hold. Heaven knew they weren’t going anywhere. “So, shall we then?” He urged with a subtle bow, playing up the charms as per usual.

He had expected a brisk nod or maybe even a, “yes please,” but was instead met with a sudden anxiousness. She couldn’t look him in the eyes, and her smile had fallen. What was the matter?

“Hey… Everything okay, Stellz?” He asked, a faint, unfamiliar lurch of worry in his chest. Finally, Stella nodded, seemingly breaking herself out of her own thoughts just as he had. “Oh, y-yeah, I’m fine! I was just thinking is all…” Her bashful little face was just too sweet. “Oh? What were you thinking about?” Bradley asked, slipping his arm from around her shoulders, consequently causing hers to slip off of him.

Now he stood between Stella and the trees. And oh, what a wonderful mistake that was. He had unknowingly stepped into what looked like a scene in a fairytale to poor Stella. This handsome young man with his gorgeous blue eyes and his stupid smug grin, a few stray flower petals blowing around behind him and landing in his hair- It was almost too beautiful for her to stand. He was like a prince in her eyes. A perfect prince charming.

And now she had lost her voice in the wonder of it all.

“Um.. I- You just…” She stuttered and stumbled over herself, shifting from her left foot to her right. “Y-you look nice…” Was all she could spit out before her head dropped in shame. She would never ever be as smooth as Bradley.

The smoothtalker in question bit back a chuckle, afraid that she might take his amusement as an insult. He took a deep breath to push back his giggles before gently taking her right cheek in his scratched-up hand, the same one she had refused to hold in fear of hurting him.

“Thank you, Stella, but I don’t look half as nice as you do right now.” He cooed, his thumb lightly grazing the soft skin under her eye. Those very eyes were wide and bright, obviously taken aback. “A-are you sure about that?” She half giggled, unconsciously taking a baby step closer to his body. He too caught himself slowly inching closer to her, the space between their noses narrowing. He hummed a quiet affirmation, the two of them inching towards closing the gap. Neither one was completely sure what they were doing, all they knew was that it felt right.

Before they knew it, two pairs of eyes had fluttered closed, and two pairs of lips met in the middle in what could only be described as the perfect first kiss. Stella’s hand rested against the one caressing her cheek, the other finding its resting place on Bradley’s shoulder. Bradley pulled back with a smile. And just as he was about to lean back in, the two of them were interrupted but a mix of faux sniffles and chuckles.

Startled, they pried apart and snapped their heads to the side to see what was happening. Once they realized what they were seeing, the two of them grew pale in the face.

They had been caught… By the entire Gamma team. And Goofy was holding a camera.

#AHHH I had wayyy too much fun with this!! 😭💓💞#TYSM JESTER #ILY ILY I MISSED YOU AND ILY #Selfship asks #StellaxBradley #An extremely goofy movie OC #OcxCanon

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Ok but a promises promises sequel would intel what? A calliope redemption ark because we got to see the instant gratification she received after killing all those people but even the most sinister of people can’t escape the guilt. Not to mention the isolation she thought loneliness was losing her parents but harboring a secret this dark is truly distancing and to live with the guilt of murder is one thing but watching someone you once love live in misery when you have isolated yourself from everyone and everything else it must eat her alive everyday. Idk I imagine if there ever were a sequel calliope may just realize that emotional relief even in its most vengeful form never truly lasts. You can empty the skeletons from the closet but you can never silence the ghosts you’ve created of them when you do.

...this was so well thought-out??? Hello?? I don't even think I put that much thought into the story 😭😭

I LOVE this!! This is very, very, VERY true! Your perception of her, and the story itself, are spot on.

I think that would play a huge part, but my first thought was...Jailbird Harry. Cause writing him fresh out of jail and ready for some revenge sounded really fun to me at the time HAHAH

And I think it would be so fun to write about them seeing each other after all that time, and seeing what's changed. The people they've become and the damage they've done not only to each other but to themselves!!

And also...Jailbird Harry, you know??? DO I HAVE A PROBLEM?? SHOULD I BE CONCERNED THAT I FIND THE IDEA OF THAT SO HOT??

Thank you so much?????? For reading and putting so much thought and insight into this analysis?? This is SPOT on and it feels so good to talk about something that I've made (which is crazy) with someone that read it?? Literally kicking my FEET right now, thank you endlessly!! 😭😭💞💞💞

(Also, one last time for good measure...Jailbird Harry. Jailrry. Jailbirdrry. Honestly, might just write it so I can fulfill this weird new fascination I have)

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✨💞💝🕯️💌 for the fic writer ask!

Oooooo nonny! Thank you so much for all those questions! If you don't mind I'll just shove all the answers under a read more break to save space lol

I'll also won't be answering the heart ribbon question because I already answered that one 💖

✨️ What's a fic you've posted you wished you could breath new life into again and have people talking about it? (Or simply a fic you wish you got more credit)

Hmmm I don't care too much about the amount of attention me or my fics get (I have to not care to stop myself from getting discouraged) but I really do wish I could think up of a plot or something for Till Do Us Part I think I just might end up rewriting that or SOMETHING cause I love the fics premise so much I'm just horrible at plot lol

💞 What's the most important part of a story for you? The plot, the characters, the world building, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

I don't know how you would classify this but stories have to be engaging/interesting for sure! I'm not super hardcore picky about tension and stuff but stories have to at least pique my interest within the first chapter or so else I'm going to put it down and not pick it back up lmao that said I also can't stand when a story has good pacing but then looses it and don't pick it back up for a good amount of time so pacing is pretty important to me too while I prefer fast paced stories that throws shit at you one thing after another (which is why I adore vrains and zexal) but I also don't mind when stories slow down ya know as long as it's still interesting and there's promise of excitement soon or something idk

🕯 Was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

Omg idk if I talked about this before but writing a fic venus was kinda hard on me cause I knew what I wanted the characters to be but I didn't really know what I wanted them to do (surprise surprise I also struggle with this a lot) but after talking about it extensively with venus it kinda just spiraled out of control to this whole ass large au that kinda writes itself now and whoo boy was it unexpected but beautiful I'm still in the process of writing it lmao and am so excited to post it but hhhhh it's slow cause I'm scatterbrained and get stuck easily lol its fine I'll figure it out (in case yall haven't guessed it's my Yoshiwara au which I've talked about before)

(Oh wait I just realized that the candle emoji is associated with two questions hey nonny was this the question you wanted me to answer or did you want me to answer the other one? Feel free to send another ask if you wanted me to answer the other one I don't mind answering both)

💌 Share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Listen I could probably share something involving my Yoshiwara AU cause there's been a lot of scenes I've already written that I've really liked and I'm just soooooooooo excited about it BUT instead I'll share something else because it's something different

See there's a fic I've written a bit of that has two different endings that readers can choose for themselves because I couldn't decide which ending I wanted to write lmao

It's an aiyusa canon divergence taking place what three weeks after ai v pm final duel

(Since it was inspired by a gintama arc conclusion it does include gintama-style comedy the italicized dialogue is mental communication)

#tbh im not completely happy with that branched ending wip but i need to at least finish it before i can ask friends for their opinions lmao #i do hope i can at least post it at some point i think putting a fic like that out there would just be a nice change of pace #hmmmm #into the writing void you go #ask and ye shall receive #im starting to think i need a better writing tag for my own person works fdlksjklj or maybe an ask meme tag hmm

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Happy 25th Birthday, Erika🎂

@ajokeformur-ray

HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAY WISHES FOR YOU, SIS🥳🎉🎁 I got started on this gift package super early because I wanted to make it as special for you as possible and in order to do that, I needed more than just a couple of days to work on this. You deserve so much more from me, but please take this kind offering as just a fraction of how special you are to me and how much of a positive impact you’ve had on me and on the world, just by you being a part of it. You deserve nothing but the best of things on your special day and, so help me, if you don’t get everything you deserve (anything and everything good) then the universe and I are gonna share some not nice words.

I hope you enjoy this gift package, dearest sister💖 if there is anything more than I can do or make for you, please don’t hesitate to ask for it! Also, if there’s anything in here that you don’t like or would like for me to change or redo, then please let me know and I can make you something else~ I am sending you all my love, today and all days. Take care of yourself, sis, and have the best birthday ever! I wish I was there to hug you, but I’m certainly going to make up for that in October! When you get here, you can expect to receive all of the hugs you deserve💖💖💖 there is also going to be a part two to this because I can’t fit it all in one post this time, so I’ll tag you in part two as well💞💌

here we go:

A Handwritten Birthday Letter to My Sister🍰

hopefully you can read my writing - I write in a combination of cursive and printing + writing left handed on an iPad is hard af. i’m sorry it’s not ✨fancy✨ I tried for you, dear sister💞

A Handwritten Letter from Several of my F/Os

Lion specifically asked to write you a letter. He loves birthdays; he’s so excited because celebrating makes him feel like a kid and because he’s got an unhealthy obsession with cake. I apologize in advance for the joke he wrote at the bottom. I think he is out of material for now…

Don’t worry, I screened Tony’s before I posted this. I asked him to write you a birthday letter before I considered the possibilities of what I might receive back from him. He promised to be good and I think he was for the most part; he’s still Tony without a doubt, though the flamingo stationary is a nice touch.

I knew Linus would have a few sweet things to say to you on your special day! I can always count on him to deliver a kind-hearted message that is full of love. He’s one of the sweetest guys I know and I’m so happy he wanted to wish you a happy birthday.

Let Me Tell You // Henry Jekyll (Father) & Daughter Erika // word count: 2,961

Summary: You’ve been feeling disconnected from your Father for far too long and it has left a lasting effect on both of you. Henry Jekyll explores the side of his mind he does not often visit, delving into what fatherhood means to him, how deeply he loves his daughter, Erika, and his hopes for your shared future.

His life began at 38. His entire sense of being, at last, had purpose at 38.

The accolades, whether they were tangible or abstract, taking the form of grandiose words — words which were a token of authentic love and achievement, that became hollowed-out, meaningless flattery in comparison to the essence of what mattered the most to him: her.

He had been trapped within his own existence for far too long and that had been his safe space, as tragic a tale as it was for him to tell any other soul than the ones he trusted to keep it to themselves. It was almost the same as having had the red carpet rolled out for him and each time he tread upon that sacred pathway, he moved as though he had done so a dozen times before. He thought he had known himself, even though he spent each waking hour trying with all his might to uncover some hidden truth about himself, to free himself from the invisible shackles he wore day in and day out. He was chained to the life he had created for himself, when all he wanted to do was spend it with those he loved and not to fret over what he could not control.

He was not himself and perhaps he did not know what it had felt like, for comparison, if he ever had been. All his life he had dedicated his entire craft to freeing the better parts of him from the worst ones so that he felt free; he never wanted the same for her.

He was still going his own way, but now the once deadly serious game he played by himself didn't seem all that serious anymore. Not when he had her by his side. He wasn’t alone now and he could feel her presence within his own. He was within her as well, carried out with careful detail and precision and grown and cultivated as if his best qualities were like vines in the garden of her own existence. He had a hand in that, after all; she was his greatest, most treasured creation, his own flesh and blood: his daughter.

Her. The one who shook up his life just the right amount and he welcomed that, to have his mind gently pushed off course occasionally, knowing she was right there to take hold of his hand not let him fall back down into the darkness and the inexplainable. She made sense and gave his life purpose again. The only other person to have ever done that for him was Mary. He had learned much from her, ever the analyst and eager to soak up all knowledge offered to him like his brain was a sponge, and in turn she had given him the most beautiful, intelligent, gifted child he only ever dreamed of having. His Erika was far greater than any of his wildest imaginings could have presented her to be; having her by his side was something he held close to his heart. As he watched her grow from a small child into the strong woman he saw before him now, he realized how much of his world was so vastly unexplored and unrehearsed, even for a man his age who had waited somewhat longer than most to build his family. It had been the right time for him, for Mary. There were so many things he wanted to tell her, but the words terrified him. It was all a father like him could do to be certain his child would turn out to be nothing like him. All his life he had been trying to free himself from himself; he did not want her to follow in his footsteps and work her life away doing the same as he. Perhaps he was doing wrong by her and not being open enough or explaining the strain in their relationship. He wanted to see the good parts of himself reflected in her, not the bad. Not the turbulent disarray he often found himself in at times, when all he knew to do was barricade himself inside of his workspace and not come out until the feeling had passed, or the horrific sensation of wanting to peel off one’s own skin.

He knew how similar your personality and appearance favored the other side of him; he wanted to know his contributions too, to visualize them within you, yet he did not want to see you suffer the same mistakes as he had.

He needed to speak his truth, but instead he kept himself closed off and distanced from the one person he thought might understand him perhaps even better than his Mary did.

He often imagined himself in the dead of night, with his Erika sleeping next to him, leaning in to whisper into your chestnut auburn hair, the waves of which resembled that of Hyde, but the color…that was all him.

He whispered the words straight from his heart. Words that then became sentences which formed his truth. This was the fresh start he had longed for. Finally, he was given a clean slate and realized all the things that had been missing from his life. This miserable life had meaning after all and it only took him 38 years to come to that conclusion. He had Mary and he had you; that was more than enough.

Only too soon did he awaken and realize it was all just a dream, a figment of the reality he had created for himself, but for how long? He had manifested it all into existence somehow, hadn’t he? Or had it been there all along, waiting for him, like fate had aligned. He did not know how to communicate to you that he wanted more from your relationship than simply studying together or quiet, idle conversation when you would pass by him in the hall or catch him on the staircase on his or your way to the library. He wanted you to know that he was there and that he could be there as much as your Mama and your Papa were, even if sometimes your work and his studies pulled you away from each other from time to time. The same blood ran in your veins as did in his; it should have come easier than this.

You had all of his best qualities, it was true, and he could not have been happier for that. Relief swelled within his heart that you had not inherited the bad with the good, but even if you had done, he would have loved you all the same. Every bit of you was good to him and he never would have changed a thing about you. You were a hard worker, like him and like your Mama. You always strived to be better than you ever had been before and sometimes he wished you did not have that same drive for personal improvement because he worried, oh, he worried but that was only because of how much he cared. He was in awe of what you had accomplished in such a short amount of time and how diligently you obeyed your personal boundaries and disciplined yourself somehow much more positively than he had done for himself. He admired how you had taken his best qualities and improved upon them. You were a refined version of all three of your parents and he could barely keep himself contained out of excitement to see how well you might do yet. You still had much of your life left to live and therefore you had even more to grow and to learn and to experience and all he wanted was to grow and to learn and to experience it all alongside you. He desired the same for his child and for your life as any father would and he would rather die trying than forget to show you that side of him.

He would do what he must and if that meant stepping outside of his comfort zone a bit, then so be it. Nothing was worth more to him than you.

***

You settled in on your bed after a busy day, and your Father reclined against a handful of pillows propped up against the headboard; the way he laid there made it look so comfy and inviting. The world seemed to shimmer in a golden glow somehow every time he was near and it was the same as knowing that everything would be alright; you were ready for this next adventure.

Things had been up in the air for some time now and you had been doing your best to reach out to him withoutreaching out, if that was the proper way to put it. You and your Father had a way of communicating that not many others did. The two of you had a secret language you could not speak with anyone else and even though you said nothing, you were heard loud and clear. You missed him. Your heart ached from where he had pulled his apart from yours and you were saddened by how distant he seemed these days. You were unsure what had caused this or if perhaps you were merely imagining it, but no. You knew your father; He had pulled away, hadn’t he?

"Here," he said to you now with a smile, his hand stretched out in a welcoming gesture, "you can lie here if you want."

He reached behind himself and held out a pillow for you, "You can use this."

He laid the pillow up against the headboard to the left of him and patted on it for you to lie down beside him.

Without hesitation, you climbed up beside him and draped a blanket over your legs as you snuggled into him. He had been quiet for some time before and now as his private thoughts seemed to lose priority, he gently put an arm around your shoulders and guided your body to bend in against his; a small act of endearment that said so much and to which you felt nothing but gratitude and love for him. Usually, you and your Father would not have moments like this one and it reminded you of how lost you seemed to be without him.

In those few short minutes, you became aware of how out of sync our breathing was. It was not something you’d given any thought to before and you fully immersed yourself in the feeling of your head slowly rising and falling with his breath. He was a faster breather than you were, only on your first exhale when he was on his second inhale, and that seemingly trivial realization struck something within you: it was not your breathing that was out of sync, but yourselves. Your entire lives had been out of sync for far too long for it not to have been concerning to you.

Life sure was something unpredictable.

You could not find the words you needed and your throat began to tighten. You should’ve been able to tell him how you were feeling, but it never got that far; your Father had not let it. He knew his Erika and without missing a beat, he finally, with heart-wrenching emotion and calculated accuracy, began to tell you what you’d needed to hear for months.

“I am never far away, Erika,” he whispered to you in the same voice he used when he dreamt about this very moment, “I know you think that I am, but I want you to know that I have never left you and that I never will.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest as you processed his words and let them sink in and wash over you like a tidal wave of hope, your fingers beginning to twitch and your skin prickling with a new warmth that spreads outward from the very depths of your soul where his words have touched, “I know that, Father. But things have been…strained between us. I know you feel it too.”

“Of course I do,” he nodded thoughtfully as he continued, “and I’ve thought on it night and day, how to remedy it. What I once thought needed to be mended was never truly broken, only it needs to be refined.”

“What are you saying?” you asked him, the words on the tip of your tongue and he looked at you then, his eyes conveying the truth which you came to so quickly on your own: you know what it is without him having to say it aloud. You always knew what he was trying to say before he ever had to say it.

“We need something that is just for us,” you spoke with finality, a statement rather than a question. You had spent all your time with Father just studying as though there was nothing else for you to explore together, working on your own projects in your own respective spaces, untouched by the other yet working alongside each other, together and not together, all at once. It was enough to drive the average person crazy, but not either of you. You both valued any shared time together, however, it seemed almost as if this was no longer enough to satisfy you both. You sought after the same sort of connection you had with your Papa to translate into one of your own with your Father. You both were needing that now more than ever, not because you feared any lack of connection, but because should all of this be stripped away, what might be left for the two of you? You craved your Father’s love in more ways than the one you both had nurtured for all this time. Now, you needed him differently. Your studies were not enough, it seemed, but your love for him always was. You would find a thing for just the two of you, a way to reach the other, a gateway into each other’s lives that couldn’t be shut, lest the other close the door; knowing the both of you, neither ever would.

Now, your studies had ended for the time being and you felt as though you had been left with nothing to keep the bond with your Father strengthened. The truth of the matter was just that: untrue. Nothing had changed between you and your Father, yet now you had to rely on your own communication to bring you both together once more. You and he could find time for the other now in ways beyond imagination for they were no longer just the idea of something and were unfolding in real time.

That was it and it was the beginning of a new era. You were unsure what it was that the two of you needed now, but you would find it. The first step was acknowledging what was missing and the rest would fall into place because you knew that neither you nor your Father would rest until you were securely intertwined within each other’s lives once more, just the way it had always been.

“I was afraid you might think the only way to my heart was through your studies,” he confessed, “but you must know, Erika, that you mustn’t try so hard for my acknowledgement. If I do not say it enough to you, and I apologize for that, but I want you to know how much I love you, whether you continue your studies or not. I will always be here for you. Communication has never been my strong suit, as you know quite well, but hear me now: I love you, my sweet daughter, with all the pieces of my heart.”

That might have been the most your father had said to you in a long time and you had needed to hear every word. It made perfect sense to you that your Father was looking for other ways to spend time with you because he wanted to be a part of every bit of you, not just the parts you had in common. He existed in all of you and wanted to share in it with you as much as he was able.

It was but a start, a beautiful beginning to the rest of your lives together and your Father would do anything he could to be a part of what was left to come. He had born witness to the astounding woman you were growing into and he was not going to miss a thing; he was in your life for the better and for the worse, the good days and the bad, just as he was for Mary. He had a family to be a part of and he would never walk away from that, even if it meant the worst.

It never would, mind you. Nothing bad would ever come of you or yours, so long as your Father (and your Papa) had anything to say about it.

You looked at him and shifted over a bit, offering more space to him, but he shook his head with a smile, "I'm beyond comfortable," he assured you, "I love to have you this near."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded.

A contented hum escaped him as you settled in against his arm once more and he suddenly produced a rather large book from the other side of him. He had kept it out of sight until the right moment and now he propped it against his knees, opening to a page he had ear-marked for such an occasion, ready to explore what new chapters awaited the two of you.

“Since we both agreed upon finding something that is just for us,” he began, “let us start with this.”

Love is Not Blind // Arthur Fleck x Erika // word count: 1,548

Summary: Your mind is a cruel weapon, often used against yourself, and your fears that you and Arthur are no longer compatible are the bullets; Arthur’s consistency within your life reminds you that those fears, as haunting as they may be, are only able to torment you as much as you let them. Love is in the eye of the beholder and the two of you are more in love than two people have ever been before you.

"Arthur..." your voice was soft as you whispered his name into the darkness. A deep desire for him to be near again, to make you whole again, gripped you and refused to let go. The harder you fought to be released from its powerful grasp, the tighter it became. Mere hours had passed since you last saw him, but the stretch of time had worn you thin and it wasn’t only that. Saying his name helped you picture the two of you together, as if uttering the two-syllable moniker for the man you most loved made it possible to visualize yourself beside him.

It seemed silly to think, after all this time you had spent together, that your worst fears might be true. They were not, of course, but your mind was too weary and exhausted to make heads or tails of how you were currently feeling on the matter. All that was for certain was the feeling itself. You did not like the tricks your fragile mind attempted to play upon itself. Under normal circumstances, you would have had the strength to fight them off, but you were far too drained to see the forest for the trees and the fear plagued you, coursing through your veins and rooting itself deep in your mind.

"Yes?"

You jumped at his response, the same response you had heard a hundred times before, but as unexpected as it had been in this moment was still enough to electrify your insides and make your pulse begin to race, your heart beating heavily inside your chest.

"Did you need me, sweetheart?" he asked while taking a step closer, closer, until he was standing beside you.

He cupped both his hands around yours as you reached out for him. His fingertips against your skin felt like a shot of electric current straight into your heart; a promise without words that everything was going to be alright, that he wasn't going anywhere. He could read your thoughts and the pained expression on your face betrayed you. Arthur knew exactly what you were thinking and he frowned. He was far from angry with you, never would he ever have any reason for that.

He hummed quietly as he observed your hands in his. His own hands were large, yet thin; made perfectly to fit against yours. When you were not with him and he missed you to the point where it became excruciating, your hands were often the first thing that came to mind. Your skin was soft despite the vigorous cleaning you often did and the toll certain products took on your flesh, but it was evident you took care of yourself.

It pleased Arthur to know how well you looked after yourself and he hoped for that same tender love and care for your mind as well as your body. He often admired your haircare routine and how regimented you were about caring for the beautiful, flowing mane that reached nearly to your tailbone. Your mental health deserved just as much love and attention and, if it was the very last thing he would ever do, Arthur was going to make certain that it was cared for just the same.

"I’ve always needed you.”

You reached out and gently grabbed the heel of his hand. Your thumb pressed into his palm, circling it a few times and the gesture made him smile as he enlaced your fingers to hold you still for a moment.

The way his hand held yours were a confession: I am in love with you.

You were inextricably entwined within one another — figuratively and spiritually; a more powerful sentiment than soulmates — that was just scratching the surface — this went far beyond that. Not just the “missing part of one another's souls" but something far greater and neither you nor he had the proper words for what you were experiencing. All you could do was live the life together that you were given and make sense of it as best you could without wasting a single second. You were in the here and now; nothing else mattered except him.

Your fears were unrecognizable in his presence and you took every opportunity to savor it. The burden which typically weighed you down was no more than a footnote in the storybook of your life.

The mere sight of him made you want to live forever and that was something you did not often think about. What you truly wanted was not to be left alone, but only by him. You wanted to be yourself for once, hiding in plain sight, but only he would have the ability to see you. You had taken a gamble and let fate be in charge. You were mentally, physically and spiritually exhausted from the burdens you carried on your shoulders each day from the time you rose from your comfortable bed until you laid your head back onto your pillow at night and so you did not currently have the strength to free yourself from the fears that constricted you from feeling as you once had. If only for a little while, Arthur would be the one to carry your heavy burden; his presence afforded you the break you so desperately craved and deserved more than no other and even though you despised putting it all onto him, he accepted it with kindness and reverence as he let you sink into a peaceful state of bliss and relaxation.

Captured in his warm embrace, you gave a relieved sigh, knowing you were complete again. How often had you laid awake at night, worried to death that there had been some sort of mistake? You did not feel like you and your Arthur were compatible in the slightest, yet each time you found yourself here, the feeling quickly subsided until you were alone again and then those thoughts that you fought so brutally each and every waking hour would come back to you at full force.

You clung to him, fearful that if you should let go those thoughts might come back even while he was still there, threatening to destroy the life you had built with and for each other so very long ago. It did not seem like it had been that long since you had met, but reflecting back on it now made it seem farther away than you last remembered. You were determined to find a way to cope with it all, even if it meant explaining to the love of your life how you felt and that might be the singlehandedly most difficult thing you had ever considered doing, but what else was there if you did not have each other to rely on, in times of both weakness and in strength?

Even still, it was not something you had to verbally communicate; Arthur knew you better than anyone who had come before him and whoever would be there after him. He understood that your mind liked to play cruel tricks on you and make you hyper-aware of your reality in a warped way, how your fears were driven only by your own desire to live up to expectations put forth by others who had no right to have ever treated you the way they had done in the past.

You wanted to be the best version of yourself that you could be and while Arthur admired that about you, he wanted you to know that there was no better version of you than the one which had fallen in love with him. He loved you both in the best of times and in the worst and if that meant that he had to quell these natural fears from time to time, then he would. He always would; you could rely on him never to leave you behind, forget you, or take advantage of the love you shared.

There might have been differences between the two of you and there was nothing unusual about that by any means. No two souls were exactly alike and that was the rationality of it all, however, that had no bearing on how compatible you both were. You did not have to be twin flames to fall in love, nor did you have to be identical to one another. You both were uniquely your own and that was what pulled you both to the other. Sometimes, life just got in the way and brought two people together, even though neither of them knew exactly why. You both had experienced so much within your individual lives and there was nothing that the two of you needed now more than each other.

You were different, that was true, but you were still one in the same because your hearts burned for the other as no one’s but lovers’ do. Arthur meant something to you that no one else could say was true for them and that was the beauty of it; you both meant more to each other than you had ever meant to yourselves and the love was there, even if sometimes it was hard to see.

‘Love is blind’ is the saying most often used, but love wasn't blind.

Love was right there in front of you; he was yours and you were his — the end.

The smaller gifts can be found in a follow-up post to this one, so stay tuned for part two!

#made with love :: 💛

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