#you wouldn't be able to keep calm and carry on through these years

[themthistles]

whenever i see another tiktok girlie talking about how she wishes to have been a fangirl in 2010s i feel like a seasoned veteran overhearing a foolish youngin boasting about wanting to go to war for glory and adventure. you naive little idiot. you know nothing. you understand nothing. you weren't there in the trenches. i have seen things, terrible things. i cannot plug in my phone charger at night without being plagued by the visions of Him

[luvm4thers]

hey! can u write a headcanons about being married to marshall? ur writing is amazing btw

Marshall Mathers HCs:

prompt: You're Mrs. Mathers. 💍💖

⚠: a LOT of fluff, feels, happy marshall

request: yes!!

a/n: thank u so so much for the support!! <'3

hope you like it! i loved writing this one ♡

After years of being together as a couple, you never expected him to propose to you, knowing his views on marriage. You always made sure not to rush him, but he surprised you.

He would choose the prettiest ring he could find for you. One that suits you perfectly, the price wouldn't matter. He just would make sure that his love shows through it.

"Y'know I said I would never let anyone into my heart like this again… But you, baby, you're the one I wanna keep for the rest of my life, and I know I'm risking it, but you're so fucking worth it."

You would see his eyes sparkle like never before. His attitude might not change too much, but you would see the raw emotion show on his face.

You will never forget the kiss he gave you on that wedding day. Once he was able to have your lips, finally being married to you, he carried you into his arms bridal-style and kissed you like never before, for everyone to see. You could feel the intense passion and love brewing from it, and that would be something that both of you would never forget.

Of course he would be very scared to lose you. Even if he knows you love him, he doesn't want to fuck things up. He would try to maintain that fear as calm as possible to make things right.

So many emotions at the same time will have him fidgeting at the start. He wouldn't be used to feeling so happy and fulfilled on a marriage, but he would let you know how much he enjoys that feeling at your side.

Marshall won't ever give you a dull moment. He's always been rough but soft, passionate but loving. Tender but hard. And that's exactly what you're going to get.

When he's pissed off he normally wouldn't hesitate to go to his studio and take all that anger out as inspiration. But sometimes, he would accept your hugs and caresses as a form of comfort. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he would love the feeling of being comforted by you.

Marshall and you cuddling a lot as you two sleep. Yes, he would love hiding his face on your neck, grabbing your hips, hugging your figure or having you sleep on top of his body. Everything that is physical contact, as long as he has you close, that's enough to have him sleeping peacefully.

You would find lyrics on his studio about you. Marshall would surely write about you, even if feeling too embarrassed to tell you about it.

As he knows what things you like, he might take that in consideration for gifts. Special little things like giving you your favorite flowers, realizing if you're really craving something, over all, trying to be a good husband for you.

You pray that no one's talking shit about you after the news come out, because you just know Marshall IS going to diss every motherfucker who tries to mess with you.

Compliments, compliments.

"You got not only my heart, but Shady's heart too, babydoll. You gonna know how it feels to love us both."

You going shopping with Hailie, Alaina and Stevie. That would probably happen, as he would make sure they know you and accept you.

If he was already very touchy, now it's probably going to be worse.

[pathetic-sapphic]

I'm a humble sapphic Karlach lover asking for imagines about being married to her (maybe including if she'd actually like to settle down, have kids, etc) pls and thank you :'D

Settling down with Karlach

I definitely think that, after the whole mess, Karlach would love to travel with her beloved for a while. She wants to enjoy her newfound freedom and share everything that the world has to offer with them.

Eventually though, she starts getting homesick. Which is weird since you two don't really have a home of your own to go to. You have spent countless evenings under the stars, soaking up each other's warmth by cuddling and exchanging loving kisses inside your shared tent.

You have started growing weary too. Adventure is wonderful and the world has so much to see and so many experiences to offer. But one can hardly go for so long without some quality rest.

So, you settle down eventually. A quaint cottage with a vast garden that the two of you can call your own. The nature surrounding it gives you some well-earned peace and a nearby town has any supplies you might need.

It's easy to become familiar with a routine. Karlach has discovered a passion for gardening. It keeps her calm and thus allows her to work with plants without fear of destroying them.

Your wonderful cooking keeps her sated and, with this new way of life, Karlach has had to let out almost every pair of pants she owns. She can relax now and enjoy the quaint day-to-day life with you. She indulges in your home-cooked meals and tasty pastries, making her gain some weight.

And oh, does it look good on her. You have a hard time keeping your hands to yourself whenever she's around, her soft stomach and strong arms right there for you to hold. Seeing her so happy and pampered makes you proud, knowing that she's so comfortable around you and that you get to share this peaceful life together makes you tear up.

When you bring up the idea of having children, Karlach's heart almost stops beating. Before it quickly picks up again from the excitement at the thought of becoming a parent.

If you're the one who carries the child, she is so doting and caring. Never lets you do anything, you cannot even lift a finger as long as she's around.

Is in love with your pregnant belly, a protective hand is always resting on the swell of it. She massages your back and feet, helps you dress or bathe as the pregnancy progresses. Holds you when you cry due to the fear and anxiety of becoming a parent and loves you endlessly through all of it.

Almost passes out during childbirth, seeing you in pain is the hardest thing she ever had to go through. Lets you squeeze her hand as hard as you need to, all the while pressing soothing kisses against your sweaty forehead. Cries along with you when the baby is born, sobbing as she holds them in her arms for the first time, all the while telling you how amazing you were.

If you decide to adopt, she's also immensely happy. Karlach admires your kindness and willingness to give a child a better home.

An extremely nervous mother, especially in the first couple of years of your child's life. Jumps out of bed at the smallest sound of their distress, anxiously shushing your baby as they cry. She hates waking you up, knowing how hard you work all day to take care of the house and your child. But sometimes, she honestly can't figure out how to calm them down and hesitantly wakes you up to ask for help. This is mostly because she hates the sound of your child crying, knowing that they're uncomfortable and sad makes her heart squeeze painfully and renders her brain useless.

As your child grows, she relaxes more and lets her playful side show. She makes toys for them and wants to give them the best childhood they could ask for.

Wouldn't mind having more children if you were up for it. Karlach loves the idea of your home being lively and warm.

She never thought that one day she'd be able to settle down and have a family with someone she considers her soulmate. But life has a curious way of surprising us with the things we least expect.

Every night when she goes to bed, after tucking your child in and kissing you goodnight, Karlach thinks that all the pain and suffering was worth it, if this is what she did it for.

a/n: im alive! also, i still haven't played bg3 so please lmk if i made any micharacterizations or mistakes. i'm mostly going by how i've seen karlach act in clips and walkthroughs :)

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Phil knew that living out in the middle of nowhere brought the danger of wild animals, but he thought he'd taken his precautions.

He'd built fences around the cabin, lit torches when needed and his garden was occupied by a frankly fucking ridiculous amount of scarecrows to keep those pesky birds (and other critters) away from his crops. And yet, for the sixth time in as many days, he'd woken up to find his trash overturned and his food scraps dug through, with clear claw marks on the wood.

He felt bad doing it, he really did. But at this rate, he wouldn't feel safe allowing Wilbur and Tommy outside anymore. So after a week of this torment, Phil put down a snare.

The animal doing this couldn't be much bigger than a dog from what Phil could tell. It might even be one, a feral mutt from a nearby village. Though Phil found that hard to believe. Whatever it was, the snare would hopefully catch it. Then Phil could deal with it himself, even if that meant killing it.

That was the plan... that had been the plan...

The wolf pup Phil watched struggling in his snare was smaller than he expected. Malnutrition probably had stunted its growth. It must not have a pack to care for it - truthfully Phil was surprised to see a wolf this far south at all. Maybe its mother had set out to establish a new territory but had died on the way, leaving the pup to fend for itself. Or it was abandoned because of its unusual genes. Whatever the reason was, the thing looked more pathetic than a carnivorous animal had any right to, all unkempt white fur and bright red-pink eyes that looked around for an escape route.

Its teeth were bared in an intimidating snarl, snapping at Phil's hand when he tried to reach out.

"I'm not- Look, I'm sorry, okay." Phil had no fucking clue why he was talking to it. Maybe he was losing it a little, but there was a strange sense of intelligence radiating from this animal. For some reason, he felt like it would understand.

And almost as if to confirm that, the pup calmed down when he apologized, sitting on its haunches to stare at him suspiciously.

Yeah, Phil must be losing his mind for sure.

"Let me just get you out of there."

The metal wire had cut into the wolf's hind paw, blood soaking into the grass. What had seemed like such a clever idea this morning suddenly made Phil feel stupidly guilty.

He loosened the snare. As soon as it fell away, the pup tried to take off but then it instantly stumbled over its injured paw, landing in a heap. It wouldn't be able to walk anywhere. Phil grabbed it, mildly relieved it didn't instantly bite him. He carried it inside.

Carefully, Phil tended to the wound and settled the pup on the couch with an improvised nest made of blankets. The wolf curled up in it, tilting its head curious as if it didn't entirely understand what Phil was doing.

Phil didn't understand it himself. 

From the moment he laid eyes on the pup, he could tell there was something... off about it. It was just too hard to pinpoint what. Could be the sleep deprivation, of course. Maybe that was why, after he made sure the pup was all settled and the doors were locked so it couldn't go off causing trouble, Phil fell asleep on the couch himself. Right before he drifted off, he could feel the animal shift to lie against him.

And when he woke up, it was to two blue eyes blinking up at him instead.

Phil watched in pure confusion as the boy sat up, stretched his arms over his head, and then rubbed slightly over his long pink hair. Somehow he looked just as unkempt in this form, and just as tiny too. He was probably only a couple years younger than Wilbur. The boy held his stomach with a little frown.

"Are you... hungry?" Phil asked.

They looked up at him and nodded.

With a smile, Phil sighed and stood. "Let's get you some breakfast then." 

If there was one thing nobody could say about Phil, it would be that he didn't adjust to the weird things life was ever so fond of throwing on his path.

Now if only he could figure out how he was going to explain this to Wilbur and Tommy.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

So I saw that you take request with Fenrys. I had this idea on my mind to long time. I just wanted to tell you about it. I was thinking of something like something angst but not too much with a fluffy end. Like Fen has a nightmare and when he wakes up the reader isn't in the bedroom (maybe bringing some water of going for some air) and he has a panic attack and then the reader came and remind him that she is with him and fluff fluff and fluff.

Thank you for reading it, I don't know exactly to describe how I imagine and it's just an idea you don't have to write something if you don't think it's good or it's not your type of writing

Okay... why was this so fun??

Nightmares

Warm mid-summer wind danced in your bedroom chasing the heat of the day away. The light music from the village twirled through the space as well. Calming, almost like a lullaby but it did nothing to pull you under. You looked to your left carefully. Fenrys's golden moon hair messily fell all over. Some strands covered his eyes. You bit your lip trying to suppress a giggle as you carefully pushed it to the side. Looking at him like this you wouldn't be able to guess that this was a wild side cheeky warrior laying here.

His arm lazily draped onto your middle, over the silk nightgown covering your body. Palm gripping your hip tenderly. This was how Fenrys usually slept. This or in any other way that involved being close to you, touching you in some way. A head on your chest or in the crook of your neck, tangled in your arms or pushing you closer into his chest. Nuzzled into your stomach, arms wrapping around your middle snoring lightly.

Maeve had left Fenrys broken. She had left both of you broken. Used and abused. Silently clinging to your mating bond for that small drop of desire to pull through. To fight. To come out of it alive.

Even with her gone the shadow of her lingered and no matter what you did her piercing eyes still found you at times. That's when you would cling to Fenrys. Letting your heart beat in the same pattern that his heart did. Together. Here together in the court that thrived on love, not torture. So you never declined Fenrys's need for physical touch. Touch that didn't desire to hurt. A touch that carried love and care. Hence while even in this heat you didn't dare to push him away because he needed you. Needed to smell you and feel your heartbeat. Needed to know that he was in the bed with you. That it was you running your fingers up and down his arm.

You turned your gaze out to the little balcony. The moonlight seeping into the room looked so inviting. Only now did you realize how long it had been since you just stood outside looking up at the stars or silently talking to the moon. The moon that was always there. The moon who had kept you and Fenrys together even through the years of separation. One look up and you were together.

Carefully you reached for your lover's hand. You knew that getting out of bed without waking Fenrys up was close to impossible. He could sleep through Aedion singing right by his ear but the moment you so much as shifted his eyes would snap open. Yet you tried anyway, the desire to bathe in the moonlight called you. You carefully slipped from beneath his arm, pushing the pillow into your place. Stopping to run your fingers over his forehead and arms to make sure that he would indeed stay asleep until you returned.

What you didn't know was that the reason why Fenrys stayed asleep was that a dream that was unfolding in his subconscious was keeping the fea worrier in the chokehold. The horrors he had endured. All of you had. Played on in his mind. The horrors didn't pledge his sleep often now. Not since you two had returned to one another. But if the absence of you was detected by even the smallest cell in Fenrys's body all bells were ringing, dragging the demons from down under.

Fenrys jolted upwards. Gulping down air as if he had been pushed underwater. Cold sweat dripped down his back. His hands were clammy and oddly cold. As if carrying the essence of your lifestyle, blood drained body that he just held, pressed into his chest. Fenrys quickly rubbed his palms onto the sheets, wanting nothing more but to chase the sickening feeling away.

But the uneasy feeling didn't ease. Fenrys turned to his side quickly. He needed you. He needed to get close to you. Ask you to hold him. No, firstly he needed to listen to your heart beating. But Fenrys's heart stopped for a beat when his eyes landed on the empty space next to him. He ran his hand over the cold sheets. Cold. Meaning you have been gone for some time. His eyes darted all over the room. Nothing. No sight of you. He tried to take in the smells inside the bedroom. But there was nothing. Only the mixed smells from the town were carried by the wind.

The fea male rushed to get out of bed. Tripping over the sheets, knees hitting the cold wood. "Y/N", your name fell from Fenrys's lips. Choked out and broken. Yet he still called. Still searched. Hands claw at his throat when the tightness only grew. No, no, no. He couldn't have missed it. He couldn't. Not you. Not now. Not ever. He wouldn't live. He wouldn't live without you. There was no point. Bracing himself on the bed Fenrys tried to get up but his hands were shaking. "Y/N...", he roared out in pain, letting the hot tears slip down his cheeks.

You quickly pulled the curtains to the side once the familiar growl pierced the air. You rushed back into the room. Abandoning your place at the corner of the balcony. Forgetting the moon and the delicate wind in your hair. Your heart broke into million pieces as your eyes landed on the white wolf. Fur standing up, and he pressed his body into the wall. Claw scratches mark the floor. Big, terrified eyes darting all over the place.

No one in their right mind would step closer to the creature in such distress yet you did. This was your Fenrys. Your mate. Mortified because he woke up alone. Scared because this was his worst nightmare. To lose you. To have you taken away from him. "Fenrys, baby...", you approached him slowly. Palms turned to him so he would know that you meant no harm, "Darling, I'm here. I'm right here with you". Your voice pierced through the night like soft velvet.

Fenrys's white ears twitched, turning towards your voice. "It was just a bad dream, my love", you stepped even closer. Pushing your palm closer to his snout letting him sniff you. "I was just outside looking at the moon. You know how we do when we sit outside forgetting the time", your fingers reached to scratch behind his ears. Stepping right in front of him, pressing your forehead against the top of his furry head. The sound of his tail hitting the floor filled the room and you couldn't help the smile that slipped onto your face.

One heartbeat. Two. Three. Four. And soon the same hands that held you not that long ago were once again wrapped around you. You didn't waste any time as you did the same. Pressing your face into your lover's chest. "I... You... there was", Fenrys stuttered and you quickly nodded your head, "I'm sorry that I left you. But I am right here. Nothing happened, I promise".

Pushing away from Fenrys's chest you looked up at your lover. His heart was beating way slower now. Yet you could tell that the images he saw still lingered. You leaned in to press a kiss onto his chest, right where his heart was beating. Kiss after kiss to let him know that you were here with him.

After a while, Fenrys leaned in to press a kiss into your hair as a deep sigh left his lips. "Are you a bit better now?", you asked softly, running your fingers up and down his back. Fenrys nodded, "Just... It felt so real. I held you and you were...dead", his grip on you tightened. Brows frowning slightly. "But I'm alive, look at me", cupping his face once more you pulled Fenrys closer, "I'm yours and forever will be. No one will ever be able to separate us again", the last words were a whisper yet Fenrys still nodded. Breathing in the smell of you and grounding himself even more, "No one will keep us apart", he also stated firmly, pressing his forehead against yours.

[wheels-of-despair]

Eddie Munson and the Worst Valentine's Day Ever Pairing: None. He's 8. Summary: Eddie Munson hates Valentine's Day. This is why. Contains: Hope, youthful excitement, things that won't last. Word Count: 1.2k-ish

It all started in the 2nd grade. On the night of February 13th, an 8 year old Eddie Munson sat at his Uncle Wayne's kitchen table with his favorite red marker and carefully filled out each classmate's name on his shiny new Scooby-Doo Valentine's Day cards. His classmates were going to be so impressed, at both his penmanship and the hilarious messages on the cards he'd begged Uncle Wayne for.

He double and triple-checked the spelling before placing the cards inside a bright red envelope he'd rescued from the trash, which Wayne had discarded after he'd taken out the coupons that came inside it. Eddie had spotted it on top of the pile and saved it, thinking it was the perfect vessel for keeping his cards safe. He placed his card-filled envelope inside his thick history book, so it wouldn't bend on his way to school the next day.

Things were going to be different this year. He lived with his Uncle Wayne now. Uncle Wayne made him take baths, and do his homework, and bought him pencils and paper for school, and never forgot to feed him dinner. He wasn't the weird kid who showed up with dirt on his neck and bruises on his arms and nothing to write with anymore. He was a new and improved Eddie.

This was gonna be his year.

The class Valentine's Day party was scheduled for the last thirty minutes of the day. When it was time, everyone would put their work away, and the teacher would pass out the cardboard mailboxes they'd decorated in art class, and everyone could deliver their cards. Someone's mom was even bringing in cupcakes and juice boxes! Eddie vibrated with excitement all day.

At 2:28, there was a knock on the classroom door. The cupcakes! Miss Harris told her students to put away their worksheets a whole two minutes early, not that anyone had been able to concentrate on them anyway, and went to the door. She opened it and welcomed not one, but two smiling mothers carrying sugary goods. Things were looking up for Little Eddie Munson.

Miss Harris called each row to come collect their mailbox from a table up front. Eddie jiggled his leg as he waited for his turn. His mailbox was so cool. His classmates had pounced on all the good stuff when the art teacher set them loose, so Eddie had gone home and dug through a stack of Wayne's old newspapers and fished out the funny papers. He'd spread them out on the living room floor and cut out the best ones, then brought them in the next day to glue on his mailbox. He even shared his leftover funnies with the kids at his table. They forgot to say "thank you", but Eddie let it slide, knowing that not everyone had someone as cool as his Uncle Wayne to teach them about life and manners and important things like that.

Once his teacher called his row, Eddie tried his best to be calm and walk slowly, but he was still the first to arrive at the table. His face fell when he got there. His mailbox had a dent in it that wasn't there last time he'd seen it. It was just an old shoebox, but one of the corners looked like it had been stepped on. Eddie was a little sad, and wondered what had happened to it, but the hole that one of the grown-ups had cut into the top for him looked like it was still useable. He brought it back to his desk a little slower than he'd gone to get it.

After everyone had their Valentine's Day mailboxes on their desks, Miss Harris told them to get out their cards. Eddie's smile returned as he carefully retrieved his brand new, neatly written, positively hilarious cards out of the red envelope safely stowed inside his history book. He placed them on his desk, folding his hands and waiting attentively for the next instruction.

When the teacher told everyone that they could begin delivering their cards, it was a free-for-all, and Eddie was right in the middle of it. He darted from desk to desk, dropping his cards in his classmates' mailboxes, grinning from ear to ear. It was so much fun, he was a little disappointed when he realized he'd delivered his last card. He returned to his desk in such an exhilarated mood that not even the smushed corner of his comic-covered mailbox could bring him down.

After everyone had returned to their assigned seats, the moms walked up and down the aisles and gave each student a cupcake - pink for the girls, red for the boys - and little box of fruit punch. Even in his excitement, Eddie remembered to say "thank you" like Uncle Wayne had taught him. The moms smiled at him.

The moms returned to the front of the classroom to sit with the teacher, who told the class to dig in. Everyone tore the lids off their boxes at the same time, cupcakes temporarily forgotten. Eddie was uncharacteristically careful with his own box, not wanting to damage it further.

He removed the top slowly… and saw nothing in the bottom portion of his box. He flipped the lid over, wondering if his cards had gotten stuck, and was met by the sight of more plain, undecorated cardboard. He looked around at all his classmates, tearing open their piles of Valentine's Day cards and laughing with colored frosting staining their lips. No one even looked at him.

Eddie wondered what he'd done wrong. He was friendly. He was clean. He even thought he was pretty funny. He said "please" and "thank you" and opened doors for girls and teachers. He'd filled out 17 cards last night. Why didn't he even get a single one back?

But 8 year old Eddie didn't know how cruel children could be. He didn't know how easily they latched on to things grown-ups said. He didn't know that Robby Hagan overheard his dad talking on the phone about what filthy, no-good criminals those Munsons were. And he didn't know that Robby, the most popular boy in class, had instructed all his friends to "ignore the trailer trash" earlier that week on the playground, while Eddie was busy rescuing a worm that had washed onto the sidewalk during the storm the night before.

Eddie sat quietly at his desk and fought back tears as time dragged on. When the bell finally rang and class was dismissed, he placed his untouched cupcake and fruit punch inside the crushed box. He put on his backpack and rushed to the door, struggling to open it and hold the box at the same time. His classmates laughed behind him.

Eyes bleary with tears, he ran through the halls toward the nearest exit. He bumped into a few bodies, but didn't stop to apologize, because he knew that once his tears started to fall, they wouldn't stop. He didn't want anyone to see him cry.

When he finally burst through the door and into the chilly February air, he dumped his poor crushed mailbox in the big garbage can outside the entrance, cupcake and all. With his head down and his hands empty, he began walking home. The dark sky suddenly opened up and began to rain on him, soaking through his thin t-shirt in seconds. He'd forgotten his jacket in his locker. This resulted in a most miserable cold, which left him sniffling for two long weeks.

Eddie Munson hated Valentine's Day.

But wait! There's more! Check out Eddie Munson and the Best Anti-Valentine's Day Ever, AKA the much happier high school sequel!

[kingslimeball]

The weight of the burdens

Joe Keery x fem!pregnant!reader

Requested by; anonymous

Contents; Angst, fluff, pregnant!reader, 8 year age gap

Summary; Y/n finds out she's pregnant with Joe's baby not too far into their relationship. While waiting for him to arrive home, she has a mental breakdown.

Y/n started dating Joe three months ago. Three months. It's not a casual relationship; her birthday is coming up, and Joe has been planning something for her. He hasn't said what, to avoid giving away the surprise. But he described it in one word. Big.

After Joe's previously... devastating relationship, Y/n has been trying to make things easy for him. She wants to help, of course. Help as much as he's willing to let her. As much as she's willing to go for it not to come across as pity.

Nothing has been rocky so far, which is obviously a good sign for a blossoming couple. Besides the initial drama about their age gap, which doesn't even bother either of them themselves. But as Joe said to the press in response, anything and everything could cause hysteria. He's wasn't wrong. There's worse age gaps.

Nothing could get worse. They've finally gotten over the scandals and the drama. Now they can just relax. Or at least, Y/n can relax while she sits snuggled up under a blanket, perhaps with some hot chocolate while watching a film.

That's just how Joe invisions Y/n's time alone while he's away at work.

Y/n stares at the wall, breathing irregular and sharp. Every so often, she glances back to the pregnancy test in between her fingertips, as if it will change the next time her eyes re-trace the lines.

Fuck.

Slipping the test into her pocket, Y/n finally decides to leave the bathroom after an unknown amount of time has passed in the bathroom. She sits on the sofa, not knowing what to do with herself. The TV is on, but the sound is completely drowned out by her thoughts.

She'll have turned 24 by the time she'll have the baby. That just feels too young. She's still got a life to make for herself, not a life to make in general. Does she even want to keep it? Her gut says no. Her brain says no. But what about her heart? Her heart doesn't know. Her heart makes her think about Joe.

Poor Joe. He's been through a lot of stress in his previous relationship. Y/n doesn't want to be the cause of it, too. She's supposed to be the solution, right? She'd just be making more problems for him by having this to deal with, too. It's just going to add to the weight of the burdens he'll have to carry. She already feels guilty, and nothing has happened yet.

Options of what to do run through Y/n's mind. None seem like perfect options. She could just not tell him and secretly get an abortion. It sounds dumb when she thinks it through. Keeping a secret just sounds worse. Tell him and see what he has to say. That sounds horrible, too. What would he say? What would he do? Would Joe break up with her because he wouldn't be able to handle the stress? Would he get angry, sad, excited? She just doesn't know. None of her options are good options.

Just as her anxiety peaks, she hears the front door of the apartment unlock. Joe is home. She tries to get herself together as quickly as possible, but her hands won't stop shaking.

"Hey, baby." Joe's voice calls through the apartment, sounding rather tired. The strain on his voice just makes Y/n more hesitant to tell him what she's thinking. That's when she realises she's taken way too long to think of a response. "Baby? You okay?"

Y/n's head snaps over to look at Joe in the doorframe. The look on his face says it all... It's been a long day. He takes off his coat and tossed it onto an armchair.

"I'm fine. C'mere." She murmurs, reaching out her arms to him. He smiles softly at her and walks over to sit in the empty spot. Their arms simultaneously wrap around eachother in an embrace, Y/n's face nuzzling into the crook of his neck, Joe's nestling into her hair.

It's so calm that Y/n is close to deciding to not tell Joe any of it. He seems calm, she feels calm. So that should be enough, right? But she can't just keep a massive problem like that a secret. Not just to appease him. She's got to say it. But can she get the words out?

"...Joe?" Y/n murmurs, muffled by the skin of Joe's neck. He turns his head as much as he can to look at her face from a better angle.

"Yes?" He questions. He sits back so he can look at her face. He hears that tone of voice and knows there's something bothering her. He gives her a gentle look to reassure her, whatever it may be.

"I, uhm... Well, there's this... I don't know how to tell you, but..." She trails off each time she tries to tell him. Then, she realises that she doesn't have to get the words out. She looks him in the eyes, regretting it afterwards, and slowly pulls the pregnancy test out of her pocket with her trembling hand. She panics and tosses it into Joe's lap.

Joe looks from her to what's been thrown onto him. He turns it over to see the outcome of the test, and his face falls into something unreadable. He looks at Y/n, then back at the test, then back to her again. "Baby..."

"Yeah, there is one." She replies, confused by what sounds like him speaking as a caveman would.

"No, I meant you baby."

"Ohhhh. That makes more sense."

They laugh softly, softly so that the laugh makes them feel better, but not enough to pierce through the worries and tension.

They make eye contact again, both of them a sombre expression sinking into their features. The look they give each other is enough. Words are unnecessary to say what their eyes say. They don't know what to do.

[afro-hispwriter]

The Diamond Queen: Homelander

Homelander/John x reader(platonic), Soldier Boy/Ben x reader(mentioned, romantic), Reader x other female characters

Summary- You have a history with Homelander

Warnings- baby John, mentions of drug use, mentions of soldier boy's "death", herogasam, strap on sex, drug use, snorting of bodies, gxgxg, slight temperature play, more on readers' past

A/n- this is a prequel to Parts 1 and 2

Taglist for this series- @the-house-of-auditore-frye

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Earving got placed in a medically induced coma after you returned from Nicaragua. They were worried he wouldn't pull through but his powers helped keep him alive. But Ben had destroyed him far beyond repair. You sat by his bed every day, crying.

It wasn't until Vogelbaum called for you. It took a bit of convincing but soon you were standing in front of his institute. It wasn't the first time you were there, you would be called occasionally when an out-of-control supe needed to be controlled or calmed down in their words. 

"I'm so glad you were able to come we know you're going through a lot with Noir and Soldier Boy. God Soldier Boy, hard to believe-." Vogelbaum started, 

"Just show me the supe." You cut off Vogelbaum and he frowned. You looked so drained of life, but who wouldn't? 

"Follow me." He led you through the facility and into the pediatric ward. It made you uneasy, controlling a child pained you. 

"A child?" 

"I know how much you hate it, I'm sorry." Another scientist was standing right in front of the door, making faces through the window. When he saw you approach he backed off and they let you look through the small window.

"Oh." A tiny baby, who could barely be a year old sat there all alone smiling and laughing as he held his blue blanket. "He's laughing, seems fine to me." You say not taking your eyes off of the baby. 

"That's why we called you, we think we have something here, but we need him to display his powers." 

"You want me to force a baby to use its power?"

"We'll pay you, double what you usually get." 

Money is money you thought and opened the door. You walked in and the giggling baby looked up at you with a big gummy smile.

"What's his name?" You asked Vogelbaum.

"John." 

"Hey, John." You say and sat down, crossing your legs. John crawled to you with his blanket in his hand, he grabbed your knees and used them to push himself onto your lap. "Oh hey." You grabbed him under his arms and held him tightly. As your hands touched his bare arms you felt a sudden electric shock between the two of you. Your eyes softened and you brushed his hair to the side. "Why do they have you locked up here? Hmm?"

He squealed and grabbed onto the hem of your shirt. His bright blue eyes stared right at you, instantly melting away any stress you had.

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Since the day you met John, you visited him every day. You created a bond with the child. 

Vogelbaum watched the interactions every day as well. It fascinated him, the connection between you and your former fiancé's child was extraordinary. You didn't seem to know John was Ben's, and he'd like to keep it that way.

"Happy Birthday John, I got you some cake." In a singing voice as you carried a gift and a whole cake into the now 8-year-old's room.

"Thank you Y/n." John came up to you and instantly hugged you tightly. It was a very tight hug, any normal human would have been crushed. Ever since John started to display his powers you were there more. You calmed him down most of the time. As he did burn straight through one of the workers just the previous week. 

"Guess what flavor it is?" You say and set the cake down on the table.

"Vanilla!" 

"You got it!" You handed him the bag with his present and he sat on his head and instantly started ripping it open. 

"Cool! These are limited edition Payback figures!" 

"I know, luckily I know a few people." 

"You're the best." He hugged you again and out of the corner of his eyes a lit-up cake. It floated in front of him and he backed up. 

"Make a wish." John's eyes flicked up to you and back down to the cake. He thought for a moment and you made sure not to let your mind wander. He blew out the candle and you clapped your hands.

"Y/n?" 

"Hmm." 

"Can you watch the first Soldier Boy movie with me?" You knew you should've said no but John was giving you puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, sure."  

The two of you settled on his tiny bed eating cake. The entire movie John pointed stuff out, you tried to listen but every time Ben's face appeared you shut off. It wasn't until John shoved you hard that brought you back.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" 

"Y-Yeah sorry." Your voice broke a bit.

"I was asking if you ever met Soldier Boy. Since you know, Noir. Your brother worked with him." 

"Oh yeah, i-i met him a few times. He was everything the movies and the media made him out to be." 

"That's cool, do you think there will ever be another Soldier Boy?" You looked down at him and swallowed.

"I hope so, the world needs its superhero." 

You knew deep down that was Vought's plan. John has shown exceptional, dangerous power. Something that interested them heavily. 

"I wish I had your abilities, I hate mine. I hurt people." He says and his nose twitches. You set your plate down and wrapped an arm around him.

"I hate mine too, they aren't as fun as everyone thinks they are." John smiled at that.

"Just another thing we have in common."

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It was the tenth anniversary of Ben's death(or disappearance). The world was celebrating their lost hero, mourning. 

Herogasm was mourning differently. You had never seen so many people fucking in one place. You have gone to herogasm quite a bit with Ben, but it was never this packed. 

Your nose burned as you snorted the white substance off the girl with fire abilities pretty pussy. While the girl with ice powers shoved her ice dick far up inside of you. You were high as a kite and loved it. The difference in temperature and the drug made your orgasm 10 times more intense than usual. 

"Fuck." You moaned out and lifted your head but got your face instantly shoved into the girl in front of you. She rocked herself harshly, moaning loudly as her clit ground against your nose. You opened your mouth as she came harshly, jerking her hips. 

"Thank you." She breathes out and the girl behind you pulled out making you whimper. 

"Want to have some more fun?" She kisses you should and you smile hazily.

"Another day." You say out of breath and flip yourself around. Both women stand up but before leaving they leaned down and pressed a long kiss to your lips before pulling away and turning to each other, pushing their lips together and you watch steam pour out from between them. 

"See you Y/n." You watched them leave to join whatever other group there was. You stood up and started searching for your clothes amongst the heap of them. 

You walked out of the house fully clothed, denying any advances or invitations on your way out. You even stole a bottle of tequila.

Fireworks popped in the distance. All for Soldier Boy.  They all acted like they fucking knew him. They knew Soldier Boy. You knew Ben. 

You sat on the wet ground, drowning the bottle of alcohol. You hadn't touched a bottle in years. Both alcohol and drugs.

When you first received the V and discovered what your abilities were. The voices were so loud. You couldn't control it, you couldn't shut them out or just focus on one mind. You were at a party and on the verge of tears of how sensitive you were when someone offered you a little bag of powder. It was your medicine until you finally learned to control it. Ben helped you control it, and he didn't even understand it. 

Ben was the one thing on your mind. It made you think of what your life could have been like if he were still alive. Would the world finally know who their beloved hero's love is? Would your relationship be accepted? Would you have had your wedding? Kids? Would he have retired? 

So many questions and no answers. But they made you think of John. You've known the boy for almost 10 years. He felt like your son. You watched him grow. You practically raised him. He could be your son. 

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That's how you ended up in front of the institution. Eyes bloodshot. Could barely keep up. 

You opened the doors and walked right past the front nurse. She called you for saying visiting hours weren't until the next day but she got cut off by her neck snapping. You forced the security doors open and alarms started blaring around the building. 

Workers noticed you and immediately got out of your way. 

"Where's Vogelbaum?" You slurred at one and they shakily looked around, stammering over their words. 

"I'm right here." You whipped around and almost stumbled but caught yourself. "Seems like you're having a night, why don't we talk in my office." He points back behind him. 

"Don't bullshit me." You cocked your head to the aide and you were in his mind. He was nervous, everyone was. But Vogelbaums's mind was screaming something about a collar. "What collar?" 

"Y/n, don't. It's been a day for you, with Ben and his-." 

"I'm taking John with me, he-he deserves a good life."  You say and the scientist sighs.

"We can't let you do that." That made you laugh.

"Did you forget who I am? What I can do?" you simply closed your eyes and everyone in that hallway was under your control. "Bring me John." 3 people walked away like robots, while everyone else was frozen at attention. It wasn't long before John screamed your name down the hall.

"Y/n!" You turned around and immediately opened your arms. When he got closer he stopped. "Are you okay?" You probably looked terrible, horrifying to a child. 

"John is okay, I'm here to take you home. We can be a family." At the sound of family, John immediately perked up. 

"Really?"

"Yeah." He smiled brightly and ran into your arms.

"Can we leave now?" He whispered into your neck and you nodded.

"Right now." As you pulled apart Johns's eyes widened in shock.

"Watch out!" You turned around but it was too late. Someone in all black stood there holding a silver collar. Before you could react it got slammed on your neck and it locked. Your hands grabbed at it, trying to rip it off but to no avail. Suddenly John blasted the person with his heat vision, instantly killing them. 

Your control over everyone fell. You tried to activate your diamond form but nothing worked. 

"Fuck." You say and John kneels down next to you. "This shit won't let me use my powers. FUCK!" 

"We have to go." John cries.

"I know, I know." You say and feel your body slowly start to weaken. "What is- what is this doing to me?" You asked yourself and your eyes started to flutter close. 

"Gas them." Someone said and a can clatter next to you. You started coughing harshly and John dropped to his knees, coughing hard as well. You collapsed face first into the ground, slowly falling unconscious. 

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Your eyes fluttered open and the blinding light was unbearable. 

"Fuck." You mumbled and slowly started to sit up. 

"Y/n, lay back down." A deep voice made its way to your ears.

"Mmm." You flopped on the bed and blinked rapidly to get used to your surroundings. You looked around and your eyes settled on the scientist you wished you could keep calling your friend. 

“You really fucked up.” You rolled your eyes.

“I'm leaving. With John, and you’re not going to stop me.” You say and in an attempt to control his, a shock triggered makes you scream. “What the fuck?” It made him chuckle. 

“You know Vought is so terrified of you that they had me create a contingency plan just for you. At first, it was Soldier Boy himself but then the two of you started getting involved so we had to turn to something different. Hell, I didn’t even think it was going to work. But here we are.” That’s when you felt the metal on your neck, you reached up and grabbed it but a tiny shock made you let it go. 

“What is this?”

“This is the device that won’t let you use your abilities, it weakens you, and if you try to use the. It seems powerful shocks, enough of them and we fry your brain. You’ll become a mindless zombie.” He stood from his chair and got close to your face. “Just like everyone you control.” You gave him a hard glare before looking away and swallowing.

“What do you want from me?”

“I need you to leave. Never come back. And don’t come looking for John. America. The world needs a hero again, and it's going to be John.” 

“He’s just a kid.”

“He won't be in a few years. I'm going to propose a deal.” He says and you stay quiet. “You’re going to leave and never come back and in return. We take this collar off.”  He grabbed it with his hands and he tugged it. “It will stay locked away and nobody will be able to replicate it. Vought will also make sure you live comfortably, funded for the rest of your life. Does that sound good?” 

Your jaw tensed and you took in a deep breath.

“What about John, he’s going to ask.” You say and feel your eyes water.

“We’ll worry about that. Now, do we have a deal?” He holds out his hand with a raised eyebrow. You looked at it and back up at him. With a deep breath, you grabbed his hand. 

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A/n- not proud of this one tbh. Let me know what you guys think though. Going to start working on part 3 ASAP:)

[naffeclipse]

Heya Naff, slightly late but Happy New Year!! 🎆 Hope you’re doing well and I wish you much inspiration and many good things this coming year! <33

I had a little query pop to mind recently if that's okay:  what if reader in the Deep Dreams universe had megalophobia and/or perhaps even thalassophobia? 

I know this might make less sense for fisher Y/N as we know them, so it could hypothetically be some other person, a friend or a future Y/N who makes friends with juvenile Sun and Moon and then only later discovers they've grown to be big sea beasties - maybe seeing them in their dreams is fine but for real it's a different matter, at least until they get used to them :)

How might the boys react?

Having a slight bit of megalophobia myself, the best way I can describe my experience is a gentle anxiety with the need to seek shelter and cower there, but people's experiences can vary (and possibly change depending on the conditions). Also that kinda makes it 10x funnier that I have an affinity for giant creatures xD

Hi, Piixel! Happy New Year to you, too, babe! ♥ Thank you so much, ahhh, you're much too kind! :D I hope you have a beautiful year and an abundance of lovely things happen to you!

Oh ho! Fear of big things and of large bodies of water? I'm sure that totally wouldn't be a source of great fear and conflict with a poor little reader soulbond to a couple of mers hehe (The Sea Beast is an excellent movie btw!! ♥)

Y/N with megalophobia and thalassophobia wouldn't be caught dead on the ocean. You have dreams about two massive mers, and those creatures are always sweet and gentle and attentive, but you're still convinced it's some weird nightmare (even though no real spooky events unfold in said dreams). The mers coax and plead with you to go out to sea so you can all meet, but that's a solid no from you.

Then through a very terrible chance of fate, you're on a boat for whatever reason but very much against your desires, before you get swept away by a rouge wave and left behind. You're alone, struggling to swim in a massive ocean when—oh goodie, that looks like a giant mer floating right below you. What else could go wrong today?

Needless to say, after seeing Moon, then Sun, and realizing that these massive mers you've had dreams about are here in the flesh, you pass out from sheer fright. It's a lot for you to wrap your brain around, but when you come to, you're on Sun's back as he floats gently along the surface, keeping you dry as you begin losing your mind out of the horror of it all while Moon watches you from close by. You can't jump into the great wide ocean to escape the mer carrying you but you can't stay on the thing's scaly back either, so you may have a panic attack. Sun stops and turns his head back to give you his full attention while Moon tries to take you in his hands but that does not help your situation. They can feel your panic and horror, but you can feel confusion and distress at not being able to help, and in fact, them being the cause of your fear.

Their attempts to calm you down are met with resistance as you want to be anywhere but here in the ocean with two giant mers.

Sun and Moon are bewildered and upset, to say the least. You did often seem nervous in your little dream rendezvous but they thought they did a lovely job of reassuring you it was alright and that they would never hurt you and there's nothing to be scared of. Turns out, not quite. So, they take you safely back to the island shore where you more or less escape from the massive monsters and flee inland. But, there's not a whole lot of places to go on the little island and you've got to sleep eventually, so Sun and Moon decide to spend more personal time with you and show you that really, they're the two baby mers you happened to scoop up one summer day when you were just a tot and didn't realize how scary some things could be.

They'll be patient. You'll see that there is no place safer than with them in the water. They'll help you face your fears and then reunite with you.

If you ever leave your house again, that is.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Pride! Thank you for sharing your writing with us. I would do dastardly things for a continuation of the WWX and JYL return with the kids after being supposed dead. If that doesn't spark joy, anything untamed would be amazing. Thank you so much!! I hope you have a wonderful month

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Jiang Yanli lets her sect effulge her, reaching out her arms for anyone that's straining toward her. The Lan are hanging back, Lan Wangji staring intently at A-Xian as if they're fifteen again, but her brother is too busy being sat on and scolded by a half dozen senior disciples to notice. She cheerfully shoves A-Ling towards his sect brothers and sisters.

He may carry his father's name, but he's still her son, still raised by her and A-Xian. He can't be anything but Jiang.

Too much Jin influence is what had scared her so badly thirteen years ago, after all.

When everyone starts to calm and she's wiped a dozen tearful faces, she catches A-Xian's eye.

He nods, jerking his heads toward the house before shouting to gather the disciples attention on him so she can slip away.

She's so happy to see them all again. But someone is missing.

Jiang Yanli steps slowly through the walls of Lotus Pier. She's looking for what's changed, but it's depressingly little. They are a clan of change, like the ever flowing water of their rivers, and it worries her.

A dam can either make a lake or a swamp.

She steps into the family shrine and sees exactly what she expects to - A-Cheng sitting there, so stiffly that it has to be uncomfortable. "I thought I'd find you here."

He flinches and she's glad that his back is to her so he can't see her mirror it.

"You couldn't stand guilt when we were kids," she murmurs, stepping forward in a way that makes her skirts drag against the floor so it's easy for him to know exactly where she is. "It's why A-Xian's messes used to stress you out so much. Once you were caught, you rushed to be punished because it let you breathe a little easier. No matter how harsh Mother was with you, you always felt better once it was over."

"What sort of punishment does one deserve for killing his family?" A-Cheng asks bitterly. "I've never been able to decide."

Jiang Yanli won't cry. Tears won't help her now. "It was my idea."

His shoulders tense.

"A-Xian saved me. He didn't have a plan beyond that. It was my idea to steal away A-Ling, to fake our deaths, and to run. I was so scared over what had happened, over how close it had all been and how Koi Tower wasn't safe. I was terrified and A-Ling was so young and I couldn't keep myself safe, never mind my son. So I asked A-Xian to run away with me, to someplace I could raise my child without terror. There was fear, still, but it was a manageable weight." She pauses. "It saved all our lives, in more ways than one, and I never would have done it if I'd known you wouldn't get our letters, if I'd known what it would do with you. I would rather live with my terror than your grief."

He jerks, finally turning to face her. His eyes are red.

"What punishment am I owed for abandoning and tormenting my little brother?" she continues, throat tight. "I will take it. I will accept it threefold. I said that we were supposed to be together forever, and I left you behind. I didn't do it on purpose. I thought you were reading our letters. I thought you were still with us, just further away, and I was wrong."

"A-jie!" he says harshly, then doesn't seem to know where to go from there.

She smooths trembling hands over his shoulders, trying to keep it together. "I love you, A-Cheng. A-Xian loves you. We've missed you so much, but we've had each other, and you've been alone. You're not responsible for our deaths, but we're responsible for your loneliness. How will you punish us?"

"A-JIE!" he shouts, pushing himself to his feet so he can tower over her. "Stop - don't - I would never-"

She moves then, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her forehead to his chest.

He still doesn't hug her back, but his chest shakes with silent sobs that even now he can't fully let out.

It's progress.

[serpentthecrow]

Queen of thieves 4

chapter 4: a shadow amongst shadows

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" Thats a very long story. One that we absolutelly dont have time for"

Getting up from the ground, I am trying to remain calm and collected, while burning up in panic on the inside.

What was done is done. Kaz is simply not the only protective sibling under the crooked roof of the Slat, and I was not about to keep watching the water drenching his shirt and climbing up all the way up to his neck in the hold of Pekka's goons.

"you are a ..." "are you alright?" I ask him, effectively changing the topic, even if I will never get an answer.

I am possibly the only living person that Kaz told his story to. He build walls of steel around himself and locked his past in a box with a lock only he is able to pick.

However, watching him, sitting on that floor while breathing heavily through his mouth, tears in his eyes, turning his head to look at the window as if to hide the streaks running down his cheeks, as if they could grow wings and fly out of it, he looked his age; like the childhood that was forced to end, oh, so early was coming back to haunt him, leaning onto his shoulders for comfort, only to find them as cold as stone. He looked vulnerable and weak, all while maintaining an almost bored expression, perfected through the years. As I looked at him, I saw something that he would kill me for seeing. He looked like a Rietveld boy. A child trying to find his way around in the big evil world.

I have seen Kaz Rietveld in my brother before. The night he told me about Jordie.

I was laying on a bed with a bandaged shoulder, having barely survived a stab wound. That night I saw a nine year old boy in Kaz's eyes; the eyes that looked like they lived for thousands of years, exhausted by their immortal burden of existence.

The boy was pale, thin, the plague eating any slivers of fat on his tired bones. He was terrified, for the lack of a better word. He was cold, the waves freezing his muscles. He could feel the decaying, bloated flesh of his brothers body on the skin of his hands as it carried him to the shore, it's, now, familiar coldness that would continue to haunt him for years.

I could see the sea of corpses through his dark orbs, a pile of rotten meat and exposed bones, waiting to be burned. I saw the crows, circling above it all, craving a meal in the cold hostile weather that ruled ashore, only to deem it worthless, flying back to the centre of the city, seeking a child who has read way too many stories and leaves seeds on their windowsill for the phoenixes to eat. Kaz said his mother was Ketterdam, yet I believe she merely adopted him, when Revenge birthed him in the harbor. Without her, The bastard of the Barrel wouldn't be born.

And then, with an inaudible snap of bony fingers, Kaz Brekker came back, no doubt to internally scold his other self while saying something along the lines of 'emotions are a weakness in the Barrel'.

Dirtyhands got off the ground, running his gloved hands along his vest, brushing the dust off of it. He wasted no time getting out the door of his office, sliding down the stairs almost effortlessly, despite the innevitable pain in his bad knee after being kicked in it and forced to kneel on the hard wooden floor.

Down at the bar sat Jesper, ordering two shots for himself at once, seeing as it was a busy night in the club, not wanting to disturb the observant bartender who had to tend to ther customers than the zemeni. The shots were served to him as soon as Kaz strolled down the last step, with me hot on his heels. As we both took hold of the sharpshooters shot glasses before he could reach for one himself, jesper looked at us confused at our disheveled appearances and betrayal at the loss of his precious alcohol.

Only a handful of words were exchanged before we were heading out again, minds set on finding the conductor.

During our walk however, the one who spoke up was Jesper, demanding we get a demo man. I swear that man as a type. I could as well see him marrying someone like that, someone he could cause chaos with by blowing things up all the time.

The conductor indeed was found in the right moment. After Inej's failed attempt to ruin Kaz's face -a second attempt of that sort in a single night- and a bit of good old threathening, the conductor volunteered to help us.

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It was a very bad idea to let Jesper fetch the alabaster coal on his own.

The worst idea Kaz ever had, I'm sure. His decision to get the goat, Milo as Jesper later affectionately named it, evens it out though, for it was incredibly hillairious observing Kaz with goat under his arm and a scowl on his face. I will never tell him that the he left a trail of goat droppings behind him as he carried Milo through the city streets.

Now we were sitting in the conductor's... train of sorts, while Jesper was panicking when he was told there are gaps in the rails. Inej was quietly praying to her saints when suddenly, all sound seemed to die out. It was very dark, cold and hostile silence.

We entered the fold.

My friends who sat with me in the little metal cube did not hear anything for the next many minutes, but my head was bustling with sounds, which I realized were voices. With horror, I realized I hear crying, yelling, laughing, talking and even singing of thousands of voices. They were all there.

I heard them all.

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A/n: YAAY I MADE IT!! It's almost six am I'm so done. It's (self established) writing weekend, so I will try to get as much done this weekend and until Thursday, because I will probably not have time to write during the week in England. Of course, feel free to send in requests; I will read them all and write them, eventually. I have three requests in progress rn so those are the things that will come out in the following days. As always, feedback in form of likes/reblogs/comments is HIGHLY appreciated. Let me know if you liked this chapter!!! If you'd like to requests something, my requests are open, please read my pinned post before requesting, there you'll find rules but also the fandoms I write for ❤️❤️

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[decaffinatedfrog]

In his eyes PT 7

Joel Miller fanfic

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Tlou

Summary: When your sister and her husband died, your left in charge of your niece. What happens when you encounter a man and another teen on a quick supply run?

PT.1 PT.2 PT.3 PT.4 PT.5 PT.6

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It had been a while since you got a good rest. Usually you're the first person to be up and getting things going but your going through a tough moment. A few months ago you injured yourself after running away from clickers at night. It confirmed your suspicion that raiders had been in this town recently but you just weren't sure how close they were to you. The aches on your body were strong enough for you to groan as you stood up, but not loud enough to wake up Sarah, who was curled next to you. You made your way outside to get some air and enjoy the pretty show of stars. Lost in your thoughts, and in the show of stars, you still managed to hear Joel approach you.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning" he quietly said standing next to you. Your heart clenched at those words you knew were coming, but it felt nice to have someone there. The silence was loud, it was hurting you. "I've got some things you can take" was all you said before both of you walked back down.

Joel was double checking his pack when you walked over to him with the pack you made him. "Here" you said as you gave them to him. "It's a bit hard for us to carry all these things, I think you guys can make better use for it" you continued to explain.

"Thank you" he quietly mumbled. He graciously took the packs from you, making room in their backpacks to carry. Sitting next to him, you felt comfortable. No tension, no urge, just calm. "What's next for you?" he asked, breaking the silence. "I honestly do not know. I've been to a town over, found a place near a lake but I'm still a bit hurt and wont be able to travel far " you explained, playing with your fingers.

Joel's' mind instantly ran to the thought of him kicking you off of Ellie and hurting you. "How about you guys?" you asked back. He then told you about his brother in Wyoming and how they planned to get there. Joel thought about asking you to join them but he didn't even know where he was going to go exactly or what was next.

"Thank you for letting me rest. I've been scouting for the last couple weeks. Found raiders and clickers, both times I got hurt. I can't express how thankful I am for you guys sparing my life" you said quietly.

Watching you crawl to Sarah was one of the most horrific things he's seen in all his years. It hit too close to home. Is that what Tommy saw as he crawled to his Sarah? The cries you let out were worse than hearing someone get hurt.

Joel stayed quiet. He wasn't sure how to respond.

You said your good nights and fell asleep..

Next morning.

You stood at the doorway with Sarah, watching Joel and Ellie getting ready to walk away. Your heart felt a little empty, but it was for the best. Missing the touch of humanity. From the corner of your eye, you could see Sarah being fidgety, but she' probably feeling the same right now.

"Ellie invited us to go with them y/n' "Sarah, I don't think that's a good idea. "

"I hate it here. I hate this life we carry. Its unfair to me, all we do is sit in one place and then leave when we get too comfortable. If you don't want to go, ill go. Everyone we love died because you couldn't keep them safe. I don't want to be the next one to die because of you!" you gasped in horror of the words that came out of her mouth. Where did all of these words full of hatred come from? Your throat started to burn but you wouldn't let the tears fall. Joel looked away but Ellie watched it all unfold in front of her.

"don't you dare mention them to me. I have done nothing but kept you safe for all these years. Do you need me to remind you of what happened a couple days ago? You couldn't even run. You're not going and that's final!" you yelled back "You're not my mom. You don't get to make these choices for me anymore. How are you going to keep me alive with your bad knee and back? that's right, you wont. " said Sarah as she ran to get her stuff. You looked at Joel and Ellie.

Joel was scolding Ellie for inviting Sarah with them, but in a second Sarah was already next to them. She looked back at you with anger in her eyes but you didn't know what to do. "I won't be here if you come back, Sarah" you yelled to her as she walked away. It was all you could say. You were too hurt to say anything else.

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A/N Hi everyone, thank you for reading! New chapter will be up 05-12-2023

[legends-of-time]

The Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander)

Chapter 45: Should auld acquaintance be forgot?

Masterlist

December 1770/January 1771

Brian stumbles, slightly drunken on the Fraser whiskey, laughing at Mrs Bug as she curses at Geordie Chisholm's younger sons, Thomas, Anthony and Toby, as they get under her feet, mucking about as the poor woman tries to carry trays of food and whiskey out to the guests. Brian knows the boys are all reverberating with the excitement at the prospect of staying up late tonight.

"Spawns of Satan!" Mrs Bug hisses. "Ye should mind yer hide, I might smack it!"

"Calm, Mrs Bug!" Brian cries cheerfully. "I'll keep an eye on them."

"Humph." She grumbles. "Just keep 'em away from the fire."

The fire being the lit bonfire sitting in front of the Big House. 

Brian flashes a grin and salutes. Mrs Bug looks at him, baffled then glares, realising he's being cheeky. This sets off the boys into a round of giggles, trying to hide behind Brian's legs when Mrs Bug turns her glare to them.

"Right, you lot, you've got to listen to what Mrs Bug says," Brian says sternly. The mischievous child inside him revels against it but he keeps his face firm. He remembers how these three had apparently ransacked the surgery and caused mayhem while the militia had been away. "You wouldn't want me to tell your parents and go to bed early."

"Aye, Mister Fraser." The five-year-old Thomas says, his tone full of awe as he looks up at Brian

"Good. Now, who wants to melt some cheese on the bonfire?" It is no s'mores but Brian figured it's the next best thing and what kid doesn't find melting food on fire exciting?

All three grin with excitement.

Brian is happy to have returned to the Ridge, particularly to call in the new year, or Hogmanay to the Scots, for the second year.They'd returned from Hillsborough now that the militia had been disbanded to find a few surprises. A happy one was the Beardsley twin's successful operation with the use of Mama's first batch of penicillin. Brian is happy to hear that Lizzie had stayed with them, seems her attention has truly shifted, and he's glad. Another pleasing discovery was to find that Joseph Wemyss, Lizzie's father had arrived as well. It was good to father and daughter reunited.

The final surprise was one they brought with them. Adso, the kitten. Yeah, that was a surprise, the sudden meowing that had come out of Da's pocket on the journey back to the Ridge. He's given it to Mama as a gift, the name coming from the cat his Mother owned when he was a child. 

Brian is broken out of his thoughts and where he'd be teaching and keeping an eye on the young Chisholm boys when there's a giggle and then someone grabbing his leg. He turns and looks down to find the newly turned 3-year-old Germain grinning up at him.

Brian grins at his nephew. "Now what are doing here? Where's your Mama and Papa?"

The young boy pouts. "They're no fun Uncle Brian, they're looking after Joanie and she doesn't do anything!"

"She will one day. She'll be able to do all that you can do." Brian says, arguing in defence of the three-month-old.

Germain grumbles, clearly not believing him. Brian chuckles, swinging him up in his arms causing the young boy to laugh.

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Brian walks by and he hears giggling and laughter nearby. He turns and it's Eudora and Penuel MacEalair blushing and giggling. They stand in a group with some other girls including Marion and Agnes MacLeod, Aila Ceallach and Ruth Aberfeldy.

When he looks over, Ruth Aberfeldy straightens and tucks back a stray hair, looking up at him through her eyelashes. Eudora and Penuel pout and frown at the older girl.

"Do I want to know what's going on there?" Brian remarks to John Lowry, a young farmer from Woolam's Mill, who's also watching the group with a bewildered look on his face as Marion MacLeod flashes her eyes at him.

The younger farmer shakes his head. "I dinna ken wha' they're about but I ken know we best leave the lasses to it."

Brian shrugs, letting it go and turns to John. "Care for more Fraser whiskey?"

"Aye, a wee glass can't hurt."

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And of course, there's dancing. It begins with Kenny Lindsay bringing out his fiddle to accompany his brothers Evan on his bodhran and Murdo on his flute. Thurlo Guthrie hands his elderly father a set of small uilleann pipes. A drunk Ellen dances with Marsali who's equally on the tipsy side. Brian, feeling looser than usual, agrees to giving Eudora and Penuel MacEalair a spin after the two girls ask him to. He also agrees because he sees the look of displeasure on Grannie MacEalair's face.

Ronnie Sinclair brings out a drum and a new beat begins. The Lindsay brothers soon implore Da to perform the Highland sword dance, chanting 'Mac Dubh'. Brian laughs with Ellen as they both join in. It takes Fergus and Geordie Chisholm grabbing Da by the arms and pushing him to the centre of the circle, where a makeshift dance floor had popped up, that Da finally obliges them with a jig.

Da's feet hit the ground, to the north, east and west, skilfully chaining the steps between the swords. He dances with all the skill of a warrior. Brian watches, fascinated by his ferocity and the rhythm of the Scottish drum. The sweat now flows on Da's forehead, he looks at Mama, who smiles at him.

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They all cheer, knocking their drinks together in celebration when it turns midnight, signalling the start of a new year. Brian can't believe that he's really here, in 1771, surrounded by the history he learnt at school. He shares looks with Roger and Ellen who share similar looks of disbelief. 

"Get te the back, Frasers. We dinna need yer bad luck!" Nelson McIver yells as they all get ready to start what Brian has learnt to be first-footing, which is an event that starts immediately after midnight. 

It involves being the first person to cross the threshold of a friend or neighbour and often involves the giving of symbolic gifts such as salt, coal, shortbread, whisky, and black bun, intended to bring different kinds of luck to the householder and supposed to be good luck for the rest of the year. Food and drink (as the gifts) are then given to the guests. This may go on throughout the early morning hours and into the next day. 

Brian rolls his eyes amicably, scratching the back of his head underneath his red hair. "Oh, you want me to take back our whiskey then."

Those around them begin to jokingly whine at Mclver, declaring he'd ruined everything. Da tips his head back and laughs.

Tomorrow they'll continue with saining ('protecting, blessing') another Hogmanay custom but for now, Brian happily joins in the merriment, reassuring everyone that they can keep the whiskey though they better watch it.

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A/N: The title is the first lyric to Robert Burn's Auld Lang Syne written in 1788, traditionally sung at New Years.

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[accidentalharrie]

I don't have a subscription, are you able to transcribe the end part that many people are misquoting and misunderstanding? With the blurred lines and love mentioned several times? I'd truly appreciate.

Howard brought up the movie After and it being based on someone's fantasy of Harry, then went into how could Harry possibly keep his head on straight with "all these women" carrying on about him. Howard asks "No really, how are we going to keep your head straight, Harry? I mean, you can't run off to Japan every time you get a little cuckoo":

"I think honestly, I think, of the last few years in particular, I think, I - I used to be so, kind of, you know, I was so worried about being liked all the time that I felt like I gave up a lot of space around me, that, you know, allowed kind of negative things to affect me. And, I think, obviously the pandemic, all of us went through a lot of, you know, a chance of self-reflection, all these things, and discovered our priorities, and I tried to balance my life a little more. I think I learned just that it was OK for me to kind of set boundaries, in protecting the space around me. And I think, you know, I love what I get to do as a job and I love working, and I also feel OK now, very much, I'm very protective of my personal life and I think kind of compartmentalizing it like that -- it's a boundary that I feel okay kind of setting now. You know, I've never found, like, openly discussing my private life to ever positively affect it, so I just chose not to. And I think, kind of, I'm very lucky that the people around me allow me to do that, very lucky that they allow me to feel comfortable being who I am, and -- and you know, in a lot of ways I wouldn't have been able to make this album if, you know, whether they played on it directly or not, without my friends, so, in a lot of ways, you know, it's kind of for them.

And in a lot of ways, I guess, I think, you know, I like to work and kind of give everything when I'm working, and then when I'm not working, I like to switch all that off and just kind of live my life and be that. I don't expect...you know, I try not to -- I try not to kind of blur that line, so if anything, sometimes, I get frustrated when other people try and blur it for me. Um, you know, so I kind of like a hard stop. It's...yeah, I'm very lucky, and I'm very happy right now, I feel very kind of calm in my life, and yeah, I'm excited for this new chapter. It's easily, you know, far and away the most relaxed I've ever felt putting out music and I think when you're in a place where you don't feel like the love in your life is dependent on how you're doing at work, and, I think, when you're in a place where you feel like, you know, it's... you know, they're not - they're not one and the same. And I don't have to be doing well professionally to feel loved. And, I think, you know -- it's like, when you're alone and you don't feel really loved, you can fe - it's terrifying. And when you feel truly loved, being on your own and time alone feels very relaxing, and I feel very lucky to be in that place in my life right now, so I'm excited to be putting this music out and I feel good about it.

[bottomhaztoplou]

Tabby's Writing Game: Day 8

Misfit Monday!!

So, this drabble is actually an existing work of mine that I published last year, called let me carry your burdens, about autistic Harry experiencing an autistic shutdown, which I, at the time, was in the middle of myself. Autistic folks usually are seen as misfits, so I felt like this little drabble of mine fit the bill, even though it wasn't what I had originally intended to post.

Louis watched his partner gather extra bedding from the shelf in the closet and the chest at the foot of the bed, silently observing him from the doorway. Though he wasn't autistic himself, Louis was very used to seeing Harry become distressed by general society because most people didn't understand him. He didn't know why Harry was upset now, but he wouldn't ask until later, so he wouldn't stress his boy out any more. Harry pulled his chosen bedding onto their unmade bed and started weaving it into a "nest", as Louis had heard him call it. It was a practice he'd done since he was small, creating his nests. They were a great comfort for him, and Louis rather enjoyed them, too, seeing as Harry usually invited Louis to share them with him. Louis felt intensely protective of Harry as he watched him labor to make himself a comfortable safe-space to calm down in. He would pause time for Harry if he could, if only to help him. When Harry finally settled, his body heaving with uneven breaths amongst the bedding and stuffed animals he had pulled out, Louis carefully entered the room. "Hi, sweetheart," he whispered his greeting, making his presence known without bothering his partner. "Can I come in with you, my love? Hold you for a while?" Harry sniffled and whimpered desperately, tightening his grip on the pillow he was clinging to. Louis hurried to crawl into the nest with him and wrapped himself around Harry's back. Harry settled minutely, but was still tense, almost to the point of trembling, as he fought back tears. "Can you turn over for me, baby?" Louis gently encouraged. Harry let go of his pillow and moved without much hesitation, clinging close to Louis and tucking his face into his neck, both to hide it and escape the sun peeking through the almost-closed blackout curtains. The less sensory input he had to process, the better. Louis held his boy just as tightly and briefly used one hand to pull Harry's favourite quilt over both of them. Having a secure layer around him seemed to calm Harry a bit, who relaxed a little more in Louis' arms. Louis then sank his spare hand into Harry's curls and started to slowly, gently scratch at his scalp. Harry's breathing eased within a few more moments, but he still wasn't fully relaxed, nor was he allowing himself to cry like he clearly needed to. Louis kissed the top of his head and whispered sweet comforts to him, always keeping his voice soft and even. He soothed Harry into almost-sleep, his body finally relaxing and sagging against Louis as the first few silent tears slipped from his roseate cheeks into the crook of Louis' neck. "That's it, my love. Just let go." Louis kissed Harry's head again. "I love you so much, sweetheart. My best boy." He felt Harry nuzzle in more deeply and breathe out a heavy sigh. "Thank you," Harry said, just barely audible. He pressed a soft kiss to Louis' collarbone. "You're welcome, my love. I'll always take care of you." He squeezed Harry for a few seconds. "Try to get some rest, sweetheart. I'll wake you in a bit for dinner, alright?" Harry kissed Louis' chest again in answer. Louis continued to pet Harry and whisper to him until he fell asleep, pressing the occasional little kiss to his head. I love you, each kiss said, I love you. Louis knew Harry would be okay and able to regulate his emotions again soon, once he napped and decompressed. He would help him any way he could, right by his side every step of the way. For now, though, he would just hold him and let him rest. Harry deserved all the peace their little world had to give.

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[g-on-ef]

Your Eyes Tell

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A/N: after a long, long time of me wanting to update this story I have finally got around to update my first goyuu story ^^ I'm so excited to start this fic and I am hoping you guys enjoy what I have in store for you ^^ heads up there might be some oc going but I'll do my hardest to keep them in character ^^ alright enough of my babbling on wit the show ^^ also I was thinking of the movie Wanted when I watched this so if yall seen that movie be prepared to see a reference or two from that movie ^^

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Summary: Gojo is an assassin who is hired to kill whomever his client wants dead he's the best at his job and the most sought out killer in the underworld one day he gets a call to kill a stripper because they refused to sleep with the sleazy old man Gojo takes a look at the picture and kills the creepy man once dead he goes and search for the stripper because the stripper is Yuuji Itadori his lost lover who disappeared 5 years ago and had been missing since little does he know Yuuji is hiding something from Gojo something big ...

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Chapter 1- prologue

Gojo Satoru stared at the sleazy old man as he ranted about a stripper who refused to sleep with him, complaining how he paid the whore a shit tone of money so he should be able to spread his legs for him regardless of his no touching policy.

Whined as he was forced out the club and the owner refused to refund the large amount of money he spent on that bitch.

Gojo tried his hardest not to throw his head back and let out a noise of annoyance he didn't care to know why his client wanted the whore dead, he just wanted to get this shit over with and be on his way.

Sadly he didn't get his wish as the old man kept going on and on about them and wouldn't shut up.

Deciding he heard enough the silver hair man interrupted his never ending rant,

"Sir, if you want this person dead please just give me their information as quick as possible so I can be done with the job and you can be on your merry way,"

And so can I

"OH right," The old man grabbed the picture that was resting face down on his desk and handed to Gojo.

Ordinarily, Gojo would have his clients send the details of the assassination via email but for some reason his gut was telling him to meet this man in person and decided to listen to it.

Was he regretting it...well he was until he flipped the picture over and saw who his target was.

"Pretty thing, right? Damn you should see when the little whore is dancing got a beautiful body and knows how to use it,"

Gojo remained silent as he continued to stared at the picture.

"It's a shame I didn't get to see exactly how flexible he is,"

"Yeah...such a shame,"

The old man didn't see it coming nor was he prepared for the bullet being shot through his head.

Gojo than folded the photo in half and placed it in his pocket before heading out.

He stepped out of the room pulled his gun out and shot a bullet that was able to go through the three goons outside the office before the bullet curved and shot a fourth one around the corner.

He than stepped outside and without looking shot three more goons and headed to his car.

Once inside he pulled out the picture and stared at the image before him.

The picture was taken without the young man's knowledge as it showed him wearing civilan clothes and was walking through a crowded mall.

He wore an old hoodie that looked oddly familiar, sweat pants, and wore out sneakers. He was talking on the phone and had a huge smile on his face while carrying a bag of what appeared to be clothes from Victoria Secret.

Gojo crumbled the photo before removing his blindfold.

Rage filled his oceanic eyes as the old man's words kept playing through his head.

"Whore,"

"Stripper,"

He tried to calm himself down so he wouldn't do something stupid like go on another killing spree that'll leave a pissed off Nanami and even more pissed off Geto.

After taking deep calming breaths he looked at the picture.

"So...after 5 years I have finally found you Yuuji and when I get my hands on you I'm not letting you go..."

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A/N: love it hate tell me what you think ^^ next update will be on the 20th ^^