#lil angst

[yuki-jinko]

Hey Yukiiii!! I wanted to know, does cuphead even care for bendy anymore?

maybe :3<

this took awhile cuz i wanted to use this as warm-up for some angst

[anglbunny]

Satoru gojo x reader but its actually satoru x reader x suguru but it's actually satoru who's a playboy and basketball team captain so everyone worships the ground he walks on and reader whom he laughs at with his buddies because she's a nerd and has nerdy interests but one day Satorus dad marries reader's mom and now they're 20 yr olds forced to have a "sibling" they didn't want and satoru slowly starts warming up to reader but reader has made it her life mission to hate satoru and during uni she gets close with suguru, who's this hot emo boy with similar nerdy interests as her and satoru sees and it pisses him straight tf off and he gets jealous and tries getting your attention. And long story short, they fuck reader at the same time

[kissmyeyelids]

finding him still at his desk at 3am

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pairing ; fox mulder x reader | 438 words

summary ; you find your boyfriend still working at his desk when he said he'd come to bed hours ago.

warnings ; none (i don't think)

a/n ; this also probably isn't good or canon to mulder , but idk guys , im pretty proud of this one :p

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The left side of the bed felt emptier tonight. Probably because Mulder wasn't next to you, snoring his head off. And as much as you despise the sound, you couldn't help but feel concerned about what he could possibly be doing at quarter past three in the morning. You opened one eye and let out a quiet, tired groan at just how dark it was outside. You listened for the sound of fingers on a keyboard, only to hear nothing but crickets.

You slowly sit up in the sheets, brushing your messy hair from your face and pushing the covers off. One socked foot hits the cold wooden tile, then the other. You rub at your eyes and yawn, padding towards Mulder's office room, where the door is slightly ajar.

You peek your head in, and there he is. Sat in the chair with his arms on the desk, head buried against his forearms. Walking closer, you notice he's still wearing his glasses, and his fluffy brunette hair is all messed up.

He looked cute. Still, it's late. You yawn a second time and move to be right next to him. You nudge his shoulder, he doesn't budge. You try again, whispering his name as if he could hear you in such a deep sleep.

"Hm? What...?" He mumbled, lifting his head, voice raspy with sleep.

You cross your arms.

"You said you'd come to bed at ten. It's almost four, Mulder." You explained flatly. "Come back to bed."

"I will soon. Promise. You go back to bed." He spoke, adjusting his glasses to fit on his face properly.

He turns on his computer again.

"Mulder..." You whined, dragging it out for effect.

"I know, babe. I'll be like twenty minutes, okay? I need to finish this report." He hushed, fingers gliding over the keypads as he started to type again.

You dropped your arms back to your side, giving up with a small exhale.

"Hurry up." You murmured, walking away.

"Love you too." He replied as you closed the door behind yourself.

But you heard it.

It was probably around thirty minutes later when Mulder shut down his computer and finished everything. He yawned and left the room, closing the door for good. He quietly made his way to the bedroom in an attempt not to wake you if you were already asleep again. You were.

He gently peeled back the duvet and slipped in beside you, pulling the covers over you just as much as himself. He scoots closer and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you against his chest, where you instantly cuddle closer. He presses a loving kiss to the top of your head before dozing off with you.

[violetscar656]

The Snowflake and The Fire

Summary: They met Under the Mountain. Carved a thin slice of happiness from the misery. But all things changed after she got to know what he was hiding.

Warnings: Lil angst, soft Eris?, female reader , Non-canon

Author's Note: Hi guys, please go a little easy on me. This is the first time I'm writing Eris. The idea came to me when i was writing my other ACOTAR series. I think it would be like a 3 parts thing. Anways ENJOY!

Italic sentences mean past memories.

Part2

He saw her again at the summons of the High Lords; he saw her usual glowing skin now, now had a grey sheen to it. His heart twisted.  The sharp bob of pale-blonde hair, normally so bright it bordered on white, hung dull and brittle around her face. And she had become thin. Too thin. His jaw clenched. By the Mother, she had looked better under the Mountain.

His gaze went to her eyes; that fire in them didn’t dim, not even close. Fragile hope filled his chest.

His father whispered something to him about the High Lady of Night's power, and he just nodded, going along. He didn’t care. Not when she was sitting right opposite to him, still burning

She knocked on the door

“Ember!” Mor exclaimed, “Come in”

Ember slipped inside, brows rising when she spotted the High Lord of Day himself lounging in an armchair like he owned the room “Are you still trying to get them together?” She asked dryly.

Helion’s unsuccessful attempts to convince the Illyrians, Azriel and Cassian, and Mor to join him in bed, all at once.

Helion pressed a hand to his chest “A male can hope”

Ember only shook her head, lips twitching despite the exhaustion shadowing her features.

Her gaze shifted to Rhysand and Feyre. The soft smile she gave them was real “I never got the chance to thank you” She said quietly “For everything” Everyone knew Feyre, Cursebreaker. But Rhysand… Rhysand had helped her more times than anyone realised. He and-

“You don’t need to be so formal with us, Ember” Rhysand said “You’re a friend”

Something flickered in her eyes at that. Gratitude. Weariness. And beneath it all, that same unbroken spark.

Ember had gone along with Mor and Helion for as long as she could stand it, laughing when expected, playing along with Helion’s theatrics. But the moment the teasing shifted toward something heated, she slipped out.

“I see your taste has changed” Eris calmly said, blocking her path towards her room

She tried to sidestep him. He moved with her, blocking her again

“Move” She snapped

Eris smirked “Not in the mood to play, little fire?”

Rage shot through her veins. Before he could blink, her hand wrapped around his throat, slamming him back against the wall.

Eris didn’t fight. His eyes glittered with something dark “I remember when you liked me doing this” He rasped

Ember’s grip tightened “You let her die” Each word as sharp as a blade. Eris’s smirk faltered

“You knew” She hissed “You knew about the forty babes in my home, and you did nothing”

All colour drained from his face. The spark in his eyes dimmed, replaced by something hollow. Haunted. For a heartbeat, he looked like a ghost.

Her hand trembled with fury before she released him. He didn’t chase her. Didn’t speak. Didn’t even breathe as she brushed past. Just like before, he let her walk away. Again.

°❆⋆ঌ.࿐

Winter was building itself again.The war had taken a toll on everyone, but her home, her people, had endured. The number of soldiers had thinned, though not by much. Winter warriors were trained differently, conditioned from the earliest ranks to withstand nearly anything. Resilient. Unyielding.

Ember stood in the first snowfall of the Winter Solstice month, letting the flakes settle on her face. It was ritual, memory, and prayer all at once. Her mother once told her she was born on the first snowfall of this very month. It was considered a blessing in Winter Court tradition.

The irony of naming her Ember had never been lost on her.

“Ember! Get in!” Her brother’s voice drifted from the doorway

“Coming, Kal” She called back

Still, she lingered a heartbeat longer, closing her eyes, whispering the same small wish she offered every year. A small and silent prayer for her mother, for her family.

As soon as she stepped inside, Viviane and Kallias broke into song.

“Happy birthday to you…”

Ember froze. Fifty years. Fifty years of not celebrating her birthday with her sister and her brother. Amarantha ensured Kallias was kept far from her. The separation had ached, but it was also a reminder of that day-

Ember could see the first snow fall, “Well, Happy Birthday, Ember” She told herself, blowing on the candle and a piece of cupcake she stole from the kitchens

“Well, isn’t this….cute? Sad?” A voice drawled. She whipped her head to see Autumn’s Heir standing leaning against the wall, arms crossed, amber eyes glinting.

She didn’t bother hiding her annoyance “It’s none of your concern, Eris” – “Or are you going to report me for just celebrating my birthday quietly?” She shot back

“I should? Shouldn’t I?” He gave a lazy, practised smirk

Ember glared at him “Do whatever pleases you”

Winter Court members who’d survived Under the Mountain were used to cruelty, used to being watched and judged. She didn’t flinch anymore. Not even from him, not from anyone.

Eris' unusual calm demeanour, cracked, as if he knew exactly where her mind went “Happy Birthday, Winter Princess” His voice softened. With that, he left.

She blew out the candles, laughter catching in her throat as she embraced her sister and her brother “Thank you, Kal” She murmured

Kallias’s eyes softened. He brushed a gentle hand down her back, a slow, grounding stroke she remembered from childhood.

Viviane, incapable of containing her excitement, grabbed Ember’s arm “Come, come” She urged, practically vibrating.

They walked down the hallway together, and when Ember stepped into her chamber, her jaw dropped.

“VIV!” Her eyes widened. Piles of wrapped boxes, silver, blue, white, and glittering, covered half the room.

Viviane only chuckled. “Half of them are from our court” She said delightfully

“You’ve made such good connections with the other courts these past months” - “What was I supposed to do?” Viviane teased “Turn them away?”

Ember huffed a soft laugh, overwhelmed. She didn’t even know where to begin, so she reached for the smaller boxes

Vivaiane turned halfway to the door “Oh” She paused “Before I forget”

She took out a letter and a small red box from her dress pocket “These also came” She whispered

Ember’s breath hitched, seeing the maple stamp on the letter. Her fingers froze. She lifted her gaze to Viviane, who tried, unsuccessfully, to hide the concern tightening her mouth.

Ember shook her head. Viviane was the only one she had ever told. One night months ago, when the pain wouldn’t quiet, when Ember was torn between duty and longing, between truth and the memory of a male she lost and a male she still feared wanting.

“Does—”

“No,” Viviane cut her off gently. “Kallias doesn’t have a clue.” Her brows furrowed in concern “Are you sure you don’t want to tell him?” Ember nodded

Not yet. Maybe not ever

She unlocked the small wooden box on her dresser, lined with simple magic to protect its contents. Inside were several similar maple-stamped letters, all untouched.  She added the new letter and the red box to the pile, unopened, unread, and closed the lid.

The room felt quieter for it. Heavier.

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“You What?” Viviane and Ember said in unison

Kallias raised his brows “Umm” –“I seem to miss a few details” His knowing look flicked between his mate and his sister

“It’s nothing” Viviane said too quickly

Ember cleared her throat “Autumn has never been kind to us” She slipped into her emissary role with ease  “Why must we entertain this?”

Kallias took a slow breath, choosing his words carefully “It’s a crowning” He said “We all knew Eris would take the throne” He paused, holding up the letter in his hand “This is to make it official”

“It’s not like he is becoming the High Lord” Viviane mumbled

Kallias sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose “Look, I don’t want to argue.” His tone shifted to the authority of Winter “Em, you’re going”- “And that is final”

Ember didn’t sleep that night. She couldn’t. She lay awake in her bed, every thought circling back to the same reality: She would have to see him. Speak to him. Stand before him without Viviane at her side, without Kallias’s quiet strength in the corner of the room.

No safety net. No excuses.

Her stomach twisted. Her breath came too fast. Anxiety flashed through her body. She pressed a hand to her chest, willing her heartbeat to steady.

She’d faced Amarantha. She’d survived Under the Mountain. She’d walked through war and blood and loss.

But the thought of seeing him again, that was the thing that kept her wide awake until dawn.

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“Eris” His mother’s voice came, soft, cracked, but also commanding. He stopped in the hallway

He turned, immediately and stepped into her chamber “Ma” He said gently “I told you to be careful”

She lifted a trembling hand and touched his right cheek, fingers brushing the faded bruise that still lingered “What did he do to you, my sweet boy?”

Eris’s expression shifted, all sharpness dissolving for her alone “Better me than you” He whispered.

She swallowed hard, blinking rapidly “Apply the salve I gave you last time” She said “Do not forget this time” Eris nodded

A heartbeat went by before she asked “Did you get any word?”

“Lucien is safe” Eris answered automatically “He’s adjusting”

Her head snapped toward him with a look that pinned his gaze on the ground “I know that” She said “I wasn’t asking about him”

Eris inhaled sharply and blinked once, hard “Not that I know of” He said, steadying his voice into something neutral.

She straightened, her gaze turning razor-sharp and unbearably tender all at once “A mother knows, Eris” She used the same tone when he was young and got caught lying. Every time he lied to protect her, to protect himself, to protect someone else he cared about

He said nothing.

Eris lay on his bed, the room dark except for the soft glow of the fireplace. He held the letter in his hands, reading it for what felt like the hundredth time.

To the Crowned Prince of Autumn,

I’m pleased to inform you that Winter will be attending the celebration of your official title. Our emissary, Ember, would be there two nights before the celebration.

Please take the necessary steps to accommodate her

Sign Kallias

His breath left him in a slow, shuddering exhale. Two nights early. Alone. No sister. No High Lord. No buffer. Just her.

He closed his eyes, gripping the parchment tight enough that it crinkled. The bruise on his cheek throbbed dully, an echo of his father’s temper, of the endless performance he played at court.

But this…this hurt in a different way. This he felt in his soul.

Ember is coming here, he thought to himself. And Mother help him, because he wasn’t ready.

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They sat together at one of Amarantha’s forced celebrations, something Ember never attended unless ordered. Gods knew how, Eris had convinced her to go with him.

“So” Ember muttered, turning her head toward him “What is this about?”

Eris didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on the females offering dances to the males, hips swaying, mouths painted with the promise of distraction. The wine was working through his system, he was on his sixth glass.

Ember huffed “Why am I not surprised?” she muttered under her breath.

Sometime late, she got up and gave a gracious bow to Amarantha, Her stomach churned, bile rising in her throat. She gave a nod and got dismissed.

Ember fled

A knock sounded at her door not long after. She opened it, and of course, there he stood Eris. Smug smile. Stinking of perfume and liquor. Ember scrunched her nose in disgust.

“What do you want?” She demanded

“You left early” Eris slurred

“You're drunk” Eris furrowed his brow “Oh! I thought we were stating obvious facts” Ember said dryly

“You missed all the fun” He gave a smug smirk, stepping inside  

“You might enjoy half-naked female rubbing against you” – “I certainly don’t” She snapped back

“Hmmmm” He prowled forward. Ember stepped back until her spine hit the wall “How about a male?” He purred

Then his mouth was on hers, rough, uninvited. Ember shoved him off with a snarl and slapped him. Hard. The sound cracked through the air.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand

“Get.Out” She growled

He left. And everything shattered. Both of them knew what that moment meant, how it tore their careful balancing act apart.

What Ember didn’t expect was everything that came after. The slow shedding of his mask whenever they were alone. The quiet apologies he didn’t know how to speak aloud. The attachment that built itself through nights of whispered truths and stolen moments until a single day without him felt like a wound.

She sighed. She didn’t know why she thought about those memories, didn’t know why she tortured herself like that. Her mind just won’t listen to her sometimes.

She rubbed her eyes as she got up from the bed. She splashed cold water on her face. And saw her reflection in the mirror. Time had changed her. A hollow of the beauty she once was.

Eris laughed “Hey-hey” he chucked “Stop” he caught an arm, as the other continued

Ember grinned “Who would have thought” She tickled him again “That Eris Vanessra would be so ticklish?” He caught the other hand and pulled her close

“Only you” She felt his breath, as he leaned in closer –

Ember clenched her jaw tight, staring at her reflection

He knew, about the babes, about the attack. He knew. And she wouldn’t forget that, couldn’t. Not ever

She descended the stairs, staring at the bags waiting by the door. Going to Autumn Court, being in the same space as him, felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, scared but also something else she refused to acknowledge. Her loyalty to Kallias mattered more than anything she felt. Or didn’t want to feel.

Kallias met her at the landing, worry carved into his silver-lined gaze “Ready?” He asked softly. Ember nodded.

“Now listen to me” He said, voice gentle. The brother she knew, even as it carried the authority of a High Lord “Don’t let them get under your skin” Another nod.

“Write to me every day” He added, eyes softening “I’ll miss you”

She couldn’t trust her voice, so she didn’t reply. She simply picked up her bags and stepped outside. And left for Autumn Court.

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Note: I really hope you guys liked it, i always felt Eris, just would have a soft side, you know.

Comments are open, please let me know what you think.

[lockeswoodss]

This is my submission for the ADAD2025 event. My character assignment was Robby, color gold, and the phrase "You are the very beating and pulse of my heart." This is a fluff one-shot written in second person, reader's gender is not mentioned.

This amazing event is run by: @letsgobarbs , @clubsoft , @ananonymousaffair

Warning: brief talk of religion (Judaism & Christianity), Robby kissing reader so they shut up, love confession, reader's self-doubt, reader is younger than Robby (no age mentioned), crying/upset reader, verbal degradation, (LMK if I missed anything).

WC: 1,820ish

The Pitt Taglist: @nocturnalro , @mischiefsemimanaged

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The first time you see Robby’s Star of David pendant is after he was soaked to the bone thanks to a sudden spring downpour. You shared an on-foot commute. He had forced you to take his slicker when the weather took a turn for the worse two blocks away from PTMC. You were reluctant to the extent that after two minutes of squabbling under an awning in front of a pizza shop, he ended the argument by pulling rank as your chief attending to take the coat. You were now leaning against the wall opposite to the men’s restroom with his phone, keys, and wallet dutifully kept dry in your bag that you were able to squish under his raincoat. While you had always known he wore a gold chain, it was your first time seeing his pendant as he stepped out of the men’s room with it untucked.

He followed your eyeline and tugged it back under the collar of his scrubs.

“Never seen a Magen David before?” he teased, taking back his possessions from your outstretched hands.

“Mag’n?” you questioned. He chuckled at your attempted Hebrew.

“It means Shield of David in Hebrew,” he supplied, once again laughing as your mouth made an ‘O’ shape.

“I’ve only ever heard it called a Star of David.” You explained as you both made your way back to the lockers, “And yes, I’ve seen it before, just not on you.”

“You didn’t know I was Jewish?” he questioned.

“Again, knew you were Jewish and that you always wear a necklace, you just always have it tucked under your collar here.” You defended yourself.

“I like to have it close to my heart,” he shrugged.

“I guess that is a good place as any for a shield,” you replied.

“I’d love to point out you also wear a chain under your scrubs.” He said, glazing over what you said, as he opened the door to the locker room.

“What is this, a ‘you showed me yours, now I show you mine’ kinda deal?” You joked.

“If you wanted it to be,” he replied with a self-assured smile. You playfully roll your eyes as you both finish putting your stuff away. Once you had a free hand, you tugged your gold pendant above your black scrubs.

“Saint pendant?” he asked, peering down at your collarbone.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “St. Luke, I was told he’s the patron saint of doctors.”

“You were told?” he quirked an eyebrow on the way to the hub.

“It was a gift from one of my friends’ family when I graduated from med school. It turned into a good luck charm when I passed my licensing exam. I may not be overtly religious, but it doesn’t hurt to have another person looking out for me, ethereally or not. Plus, it has the caduceus on the back, which feels more secular,” you explain.  

“You know I’ll always have your back, right?” While Robby phrased it as a question, it came across more as a statement.

“Duh,” you laughed, hiding the fact that your heart rate had skyrocketed. God, the things this man did to you effortlessly. You bit your inner cheek trying to reel in your emotions enough that you’d be able to focus on anything other than his doe eyes. You knew logically he’d never return your feelings; it’s not that you had low self-esteem or anything, but you were average. You were another attending in the ED; you didn’t think you’d catch his eye; to you, he was extraordinary, and it was improbable that he’d choose to settle for you. Outside of that, you’d reason that if he did have feelings for you, he would have already made a move. You’ve been employed and working in the Pitt for years. You’d met as equals during the height of the pandemic and relied on each other since. Shaking your head, you pulled yourself back to the present as you stood next to Robby, examining the board at the nurse’s hub.

“Ditto, by the way,” you said, not taking your eyes off the board.

“Hmm?” He hummed,

“I got your back to Robinavitch,” you said simply, before he could respond, your attentions were immediately pulled to an incoming GSW, four minutes out. Like countless shifts before, everything begins to blur together as you take on countless patients and aid the students' learning. Nothing out of the ordinary stuck out. That was until it hit 1800, an hour before your night shift relief was to arrive. After doing this job as long as you have, you’d developed thick skin; you’d been called everything in this book twice over. None of that prepared you next patient. She was cruel and pinpoint with her insult; Myrna had nothing on her. After ten minutes of being berated by her as you stitched up the cut on her right hand, you left with a tight-lipped smile, not before hearing her final comment.

“I remember when doctors were worth something, clearly they’ve lowered their standards if a good-for-nothing like you fell through the cracks.”

Fuck if that didn’t shatter your defensives, every trace of self-doubt came to the suffice fast enough to cause whiplash. You took a deep breath, as your feet carried you far away from her, as you could manage without drawing attention. You made the briefest of eye contact with Dana as you impatiently waited for the elevator. You saw her eyebrows furrow as you stepped in, blinking back tears. You forced a smile as the doors of the elevator closed, and you hit the button for the top floor.

By the time you reach the stairs for the roof, your tears are falling freely, and they quickly mixed with the drizzle of rain that hit you once you stepped outside. You attempted to take a deep breath, only for it to be interrupted by a deep sob from your chest. Exhaustion and your deep frustration take over as you stop trying to calm down and lean into your emotions. You let yourself cry and sob out all of your repressed emotions, from fears of not being good enough, to your various insecurities, to the heart of your deepest self-doubt Robb-.

Your train of thought was thrown off track as your name pieced through the consistent beat of the rain.

Fuck

You tried to calm your breath as Robby stood with his back to you; he scanned the ledge of the roof. You had managed to stop crying, but your position leaning against the outside of the stairwell was quickly given away as another sob rocked through you.

Robby whipped around, panic look faded into one of concern.

“Oh, honey,” he said softly as he approached you.

“Don’t,” you said firmly, you couldn’t handle being around him, not now, not when he was a walking reminder of how you’d never be enough. Fuck, maybe you do have self esteem issues, “I’ll be down in a second, I’m fine.”

“You're gonna have to do more than that to convince me to leave you alone on a roof.” He said, standing less than a foot away, arms crossed.

“I’m not Abbot,” you hiccupped, “I’ll be down in a second.”

“Thank god for that, I can barely handle one of him,” he joked, attempting and failing to lighten the mood.

“In all seriousness, I’m not leaving til you do sweetheart,” Robby said firmly.

“They need you down there,” you said, voice beginning to come back to normal, head bowed.

“Night shift arrived already,” he stated, before cupping your face in one of his massive hands, tilting your chin up to force eye contact, “Even if they did need me, you’re my priority.”

God those fucking doe eyes again,

“Robby, I’m fine.” You tried to convince him again; you had finally stopped crying.

“Yeah, ‘cause irritated eyes and a stuffy nose you can’t breathe out of is really convincing.” He replied, brushing his thumb soothingly against your jaw, “What happened?”

“Nothing, it was just a lady being awful to be awful,” You sniffled.

“How awful?” he asked.

“She made Myrna look like a peach,” you responded, taking a deep breath. You hated that your body was fully relaxed at Robby’s contact. You felt hopeless.

“Shit.” He replied without thinking.

“Yeah,” you let out a wet laugh.

“Must have been really shitty to break through, you normally got pretty tough skin, kid” Robby said.

“I guess,” you sighed, finally looking up, “She just confirmed every bit of self-doubt I have.”

“What do you have to be doubtful about?” He asked softly, “’Cause where I’m standing, I’m not seeing anything.”

You gave Robby an unconvinced look, pulling a laugh from him.

“Yeah, cuz everyone wants a doctor who doesn’t feel like they belong, or are remotely qualified for their position, or capable of being remotely competent when it matters. Let alone anyone who would ever want to be with me.” You sighed.

“That’s bullshit,” Robby said firmly, a bite to his tone, “You’re one of the most qualified doctors I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with. You’re integral to our team; we’re beyond lucky you settled for PTMC. God knows you had better options.”

“You’d say that to anyone in this position,” you scoff.

“Have you ever known me to bullshit anyone?” he said, leaving no room for argument.

“No, but-” you attempted to start to argue again, before Robby cut you off.

“And fuck, anyone would be lucky to have you as a partner.” He started, “You’re smart, kind, and strong. Fuck sweetheart, I’m jealous of the lucky fucker you choose to settle for.”

“Robby,” you replied softly, “I’m average at best, any future partner I’d have would be the one to settle-”

Your eyes widened before snapping shut as Robby cut you off by pulling you in for a fierce kiss. You were overwhelmed by the emotion he poured out as your lips molded against each other. You let out a soft whine as he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.

“Sweetheart, I love you, but if you keep talking like that, we’re gonna have a fucking problem.” He said, half confession, half threat.

“But-” you started, attempting to take in all of what he was saying.

He loved you

“No, buts,” he started, “You are the very beating and pulse of my heart. Nothing you could do could possibly change that.”

“Robby, I,” you swallowed, “I love you too.”

A grin split his face at your confession before he pulled you in for another emotional kiss. You were about to deepen the kiss when a shiver rocked through you, scrubs now soaked through from the rain.

“We should probably head in, huh?” he laughed. You couldn’t help but smile as you pulled back. You didn’t make it far; your pendant got stuck in the center of his Star of David pendant.

You had pierced his Magen David.       

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Masterlist: here

[frizzpizz]

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[mongoosemagazine]

Winter (Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader)

CW: Reader has SAD (Seasonal Depressive Disorder)

DAY 5: Morning Walks

“Up ye get, babydoll” Arthur tugs the blanket off your body with a smile seeing you squirm as your skin is confronted with the harsh cold and morning dew prompting goosebumps to rise on your skin. “Gotta walk darlin’” he pulls you to sit up on the bed.

“It’s too damn early for this shit” you groan as he throws your garments at you, watching you dress yourself lazily, you’d been confined to your bed since the change in weather, no amount of nagging and yelling from dutch was able to budge you, getting to the point that Dutch wanted to leave you behind in the mountains when they were going to approach valentine, arthur being your saving grace and stopping him from doing so.

In turn all he asked of you was that every morning you would wake with his command and go on a walk with him, which at the time you had gratefully agreed to but something you now vehemently regret. “Can we just skip one day, Arthur?” you groan as he brings you to stand.

“No. That werent the agreement, now was it, baby girl?” he puts one of his big jackets over your shoulders with one of his hats on your head to try keep in what little warmth you still had in you as he allows you to lean on him as you stroll. The routine was helpful,you felt less miserable than you had before but the cold was unforgiving and grey skies just reflected the gloomy feeling setting just above your diaphragm. “You’re doing great, doll.” he hums an arm around you. 

“Don’t feel like it…” you grump as he lets out a small laugh walking you up and down the snowy impasse where the Van Der Lindes had set up camp. “It’s too cold, Arthur.”

“Now quit your whining-” he lectured you bumping your hip with his own “you’re a big girl, don’t let me catch you huffin’ and puffin’ like a toddler throwin’ a tantrum-” he held your chin as a snowflake fluttered down and landed perfectly on your nose, making him smirk. “Lord, you are just the big man’s favourite aren’t ya..” he pats your head and walks again pulling you with him.

“Why do you do all this for me Arthur?” you query as you pull the jacket over you tighter the smell of campfire and musk radiating off it, an amalgamation of Arthur's signature scents. It smelt like home and comfort, after all he’s the reason you still have either. “I treat ya like dirt, you have to deal with my sorry ass and you get nothin’ out of it.” your eyes are fixed on the horizon and the snow piling up on the cabin’s roofs. 

“You know why. Don’t act all coy” he chuckled as he lit a cigarette, “I care about you doll.” he took a long drag, where the smoke from the cigarette and the dragons breath from the cold air began and ended was an unknown but the smell of a fresh cigarette infiltrated your nostrils, snaking its way into your brain and settling there. 

“But why would you care?” you stop walking forcing him to turn and stand in front of you he takes your hands in his. “Why?” you can feel tiny icicles forming on your eyelashes. Unable to tell if it was because of the everpresent weight in your body magnetizing you back to your bed or if it was your heart falling into your ass because of the way Arthur was looking down at you.

“I wanna see you get better…Dutch and hosea, they think yer lazy but i-” he sighed “I know that aint true…at least…that ain’t the full story-” his hands came to your cheeks stinking of tobacco. “There’s something’ under that dullness you keep putting out.”

“And if I don't get better?”

“Well i’ll be there anyhow.” he pets your hair down under the hat. “And you will get better, I used to know a fellow like you…got real down in the winter time…never got outta bed. But when the dun came back out- well he was just the jolliest man you ever did see.”

You look up at him, his hands warming your cheeks. “This aint ever happened to me before…” tears fall as you stare up at him, he guides you carefully back towards your cabin, or at least that's what you thought until you enter Arthur’s cabin. “Why am I here?” 

“Cause talkin like you’ve been talkin scares me real bad.” he pulls back his covers for you, “lay down girl.” he rubs his hair to shake out any ice that had fallen on him, taking his hat off your head. “So I'm gonna keep an eye on you.” he kneels in front of you sitting on the edge of the bed. “And i’m gonna get you outta this winter quick as I can alright?” his hands are placed on your thighs as you nod, “no more of that attitude though, babydoll.

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Wading Towards Shore Final

A/N: Here we are yall 🥹 the end of Wading Towards Shore main series! It's been amazing, I don't reply alot but I read, re-read, then read again all the comments and reactions yall given me as you enjoy my writing and it really motivates me! I may write more stories that follow the continuity I've set here with WTS. Momma Annie and Poppa Smoke are very dear to me now. I have stories for Stack x Reader, Young Smoke/Annie, and Sinners OC work in the google docs/ Please enjoy and keep on the look out for more! 😄💓

Night one for the new family.

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Elijah was 14 when he asked his Aunt Faith while his father always hit Elias twice when he only hit Elijah once. While he was the only one called Lil Eli or Junior when both him and his brother were Eli’s.

While in the church (the twins left under her care while Big Eli was gone in Memphis for the month running hooch) Faith had just hushed him with a honey candy and a promise to play a harmonic solo during praise and worship.

Elias tires to ask again after testimony service and is promptly hushed by Faith setting a baby Sammie in his lap. His little cousin cuteness a perfect distraction.

But later, when the twins had found Aunt Faith hidden in the barn loft smoking a fat joint behind her husband's back. Faith gave a weary sigh, rubbing the swell of her stomach from where she was pregnant again. She passes the smoking blunt to Smoke and tells them the brutal truth she learned after her night with their Uncle Jeb. 

Down in Jackson, Big Eli and Jeb had met a Cunning Man when they were still sinful men that wandering Mississippi as musicians. Elijah on guitar and Jeb on piano, they were a rowdy duo. In exchange for giving their gifts of music to the Cunning Man both had been promised biblical deals.

Jeb got the deal of Father Abraham. He’d get an young, obedient and loyal wife to always follow his lead. She would give him many children and he’d have a stable life and prosperous lineage. 

While Big Eli got the deal of King David. Elijah Sr. would get a beloved wife who’d have his back until he died. She would provide him with a powerful son that would give him fortunes beyond belief.  

A devil’s deal but the Cunning man bound to honesty, Jeb never touched another piano key and found Faith (and the Bible) in Clarksdale. 

However, Big Eli doubled back on his deal like the slick-ass con of a man he was. After only a year of honest work Clarksdale and marrying Stella, Big Eli ran off to music houses in Memphis where he cheated and played the guitar he promised to bury. His gift of music returning to his like water runs downstream.

Stella got pregnant, but Big Eli’s whoring had left her body sick and frail as she grew them. Big Eli still thought he pulled one over on the Cunning Man deal when Elijah came out with a big head and a strong cry that echoed the room. 

Big Eli thought he won. Had his cake and ate it too, despite his brother’s pestering to put the music down and respect the cunning. His father held Elijah up to the sun in pride while the baby squirmed to return back to his mother’s belly and Stella panted. 

But then, Stella suddenly pushed out Elias' limp feet against her will, the little thing turned wrong and stuck. Stella who couldn’t even push anymore in exhaustion from laboring with Elijah. That poor woman pleaded to Big Eli for help! Big Eli just stood there stuck and stupid himself, growing bitter by the moment that the consequence of his dishonesty was upon him. 

Then Vicki Munroe stepped in, round herself with child, to coach Stella through it. Elias came out colored like a bruise and breathless. Vicki laid Elias on Stella's feverish chest, held Stella's hand to make her hard rub his back all while the new mother cried for her sons and bled out. 

Then Elias cried out.

Then Stella gave out. 

Big Eli refused to hold his second son. Placed the squirmy Elijah Jr. in Vicki arms and walked away

Why the fuck would he give a damn about a dead wife and her killers?

When morning comes, Smoke promises to go to that by the dock on Blue Creek and piss on that worthless bastard’s grave again. 

No matter what happens, how could a real man not cherish his wife and children?

The moon is high and shines brightly on both the fresh bottle of milk and teddy bear on Mariah's grave and through Moore's bedroom window. Inside said bedroom four bodies lay in the large bed with a wide basket bassinet set up against one side. The light aroma of lavender and chamomile steams from a candle on the bedside. Distant cricket calls and Annie’s gentle humming the only sounds.

 Smoke sits crisscrossed with his milk-breathed second-born daughter, Elaine, swaddled and yawning in his arms. Annie sits propped up against the bed frame nursing their firstborn baby girl, Emery, across from him. Both Man and Woman smile tried yet sweetly at one another over the babies’ heads. 

Elaine squirms, her coco eyes flashing Smoke when she blinks then whines out around another yawn. “Bits, ya sleepy, that’s why ya like that. Go on to sleep-sleep.” Smoke softly tells her while bringing the baby over to the left side of his chest. 

Elaine's pudgy chocolate-brown cheek squished against the warm bare skin of Smoke’s chest, chasing his heartbeat. Both father and daughter sigh in comfort once she decides that she is sleepy. The steady whoosh and beat of his heart settles the baby in time with Smoke pats on her back until she falls asleep. 

Annie giggles at the interaction, making Emery grunt in surprise at the familiar sound. Annie bites her lip in yet the smile peeks through, “Sorry Little Lady. Momma's distracting ya from dinner, huh? Ya gettin' full?” Annie whispers. Emery grumbles, fights herself to keep feeding before relaxing from being full. Annie gently takes the baby off her breast, moves that little baby to her shoulder and starts to burp her. 

Soon both twin girls are soundly swaddled and asleep in their bassinet. Emery in a pink polka dot receiving blanket, Elaine in a floral purple one with coordinated crocheted caps on their heads. Smoke can’t help but look over Annie’s shoulder to admire them.

“Ya face gonna get stuck like that.” Annie teases, her thumb running over the corner of his smile. Smoke kisses her deeply with gratitude for all she’d done for him and now the precious gift she’s given him. Both moan into it softly before Annie pulls away and lays down fully on her bed while still holding his face. Smoke kisses her palm before showing off another sweet smile, his open-faced gold gleaming in the moonlight where it usually lay hidden behind his stoic lips. 

“Ya like it?” Smoke asks. 

“Perhaps.” Annie hums with a cheeky grin.

“Perhaps, she says.” Smoke jokes, laying down completely. He pulls Annie’s back to his chest so they both can watch Emery and Eliane's little chests rise and fall in sleep.   

“Our girls are so beautiful Annie, thank ya so much.” Smoke says with a kiss to her ear and Annie nods.

“They really are. Can’t believe they’re here! Good weight, ten toes, ten fingers, can hears us just fine. Ibukun ni lati ni awọn ọmọbirin mi ẹlẹwà.” Annie says, she reaches over and brings the bassinet impossibly closer. 

“Tolda they was girls. That’s all poppa needs is a house full of little girls. Mariah told me that.” Smoke teases. Annie kisses her teeth and lightly swat his chest before curling his arm deep into her middle, the pressure easing some of the afterbirth ache.

“It’s okay. Imma gonna get here boy next year.” 

“Huh?” Smoke lets out dumbly while Annie’s grin turns into a mirthy smirk.

“You heard me just fine, soon as these two can put one foot in front of the another. We workin’ on making my boy, or boys if I eat enough fish and double my prayers. I gotta long list of names I like.” Annie peers behind her as she promises him that.

Annie giggles at the look of astonishment on Smoke’s face, eyes wide, eyebrows up, and mouth slightly open in shock. She gently uses a finger to close it, then giggles again when Smoke gently bites it. 

“You craze, momma.” Smoke swears with a shake of his head as he cuddles into her again. Annie smiles smugly as he hand slides down and rubs a circle on Smoke’s outer thigh, his body shivers at the promising touch.

“And you like it poppa.”

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