#i hope i did this alright tried to draw from my own experience but i know it is a tricky subject

[quarantineddreamer]

Hi, idk if you're doing the ask game still but if you are, could we get rebelcaptain for number eight?

Hi, anon, thank you so much for the ask 💜 Confession? I read the prompt wrong a bit wrong and got through this whole thing before realizing it was things you said when you were crying 😬 but I'm going to argue that in this they both cry at points, so I hope you'll forgive me my error (and I really hope you like it!!)

things you said when you were crying

It took all of Cassian’s concentration to command his left foot forward, hands gripping the bars on either side of him so hard it hurt–though not nearly as badly as the rest of him. 

Every muscle in his body was on fire, every bone sharply aching. 

Not even ten minutes into today’s session of physical therapy and he was drenched in sweat, hair plastered to his forehead, shirt stuck to his chest, the salty taste of it on his lips, stinging his eyes. While he glared down at his feet, a large bead of it–containing all the grace of a raindrop and none of the beauty–dragged down his nose and fell to the floor.

The next step hurt just as bad as the last, and the one after that took twice as long and left him trembling, teeth practically rattling from the effort. 

But he was determined, eager to heal. The Rebellion needed him. Already he felt like he’d been away for too long. Months spent in and out of surgery, in and out of consciousness, he refused to let any more time go to waste.

Cassian squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, fighting a wave of exhaustion, pain, and nausea that threatened to drown him; they were sensations he had grappled with more times than not since Scarif, and he had quickly learned that each was tortuous in their one unique way. 

“Take a break if you need to, Captain,” the medic told him. “You have a long journey ahead, so pace yourself.”

Screw that. He opened his eyes again and, biting back a shout, forced his foot forward again. 

But the toe of his shoe slid in a pool of sweat–all of his own making–sending his leg sliding out from under him. He tried to catch himself with his arms–to brace his weight on the bars framing either side of him–but his palms were too slick, making his grip precarious, and he crashed to the floor, the intense agony of his injuries hitting him all over again. 

“FUCK!” he shouted, because what else was there to say when you could remember taking down stormtroopers without so much as a blink and now a single step had turned you into a humiliated tangle of limbs, sprawled across the ground. 

Fighting for breath, he used what little energy he had remaining to reach up to the bar above his head and pull himself upright, clumsily positioning his back against the wall.

But following that act, he had nothing left with which to defend himself against the frustration, the hurt, the fear that fell upon him, predators on wounded prey–devouring, consuming–until he’d forgotten himself entirely and all he knew was the dark wash of anguish tearing him to shreds from the inside out.

“Cassian, Cassian.” A hand caught his own midair, preventing him from smashing the floor with his fist again. 

The touch grounded him, bringing reality surging back to his frayed mind–he found himself wishing it had left him alone. 

No…not now. He didn’t want her to see him like this. Couldn’t bear the look of disappointment he expected to find on her face. “Jyn…” He caught her knees on the floor beside him out of the corner of his vision, made himself look up at her, her image swimming before him.

 “Let me–”

“What the hell are you doing here?” He tore his arm free from her hand.

“I came to check on you, I wanted to–”

Cassian did all he could to turn away from her. “Don’t,” he said sharply, loathing the tears that were cutting lines down his cheeks. 

Before Scarif he had been better than this at controlling his emotions, hiding them from others, but the regiment of medications he was on created a fog so thick he discovered his own thoughts betraying him all the time. If it wasn’t his short-term memory in shambles, it was his temper–forcing everything to be felt with a heightened sensitivity. The perfect storm of conditions under which he was dealing with perhaps the greatest challenge of his life. 

It was hell. 

“Will you please look at me?”

“Leave, Jyn. You don’t have to be here, this isn’t your problem. Leave.” His head fell back against the wall and he watched as Jyn’s face darkened, her fingers curling into tight fists where they rested over her thighs.

“Is that what you really want?” she asked quietly, fixing him with a hard stare.

No… A strand of her dark hair was hanging across her face and he wanted to push it back–maybe would have if he’d possessed the strength to do so. Force, her eyes were beautiful.

He was on the floor crying from pain and exhaustion; what must she think of him? Weak, pathetic.Yes, yes I want you to leave… 

But she wasn’t looking at him like that, no, he wasn’t quite sure what her expression was saying, but it wasn’t that. I don’t know… 

“What if I told you I’m not going anywhere?” Jyn murmured, reaching a hand tentatively towards his face, wiping a tear from his cheek with surprising gentleness. She caught his eyes again, still waiting to see if he would offer a reply.

“I’d say it’s just like you not to listen,” he finally sighed. 

“It does sound like me doesn’t it?” she teased, lips briefly twitching upward. But her voice was serious, expression intent, when she said, “Cassian, why are you asking me to leave?”

I don’t deserve this… I don’t deserve you… At his best he’d been a mess–so used to playing whatever part the Rebellion needed that he’d half-forgotten himself–what could he possibly offer her or anyone else now? It wasn’t clear yet if he’d ever be able to walk well again, much less run or fight. He would only slow her down, burden her–and Jyn had carried enough in her life as it was without adding his weight to the equation.

But Cassian didn’t know how to put those thoughts into words–or maybe it was that his voice was betraying him as much as he felt his body was–so he just shook his head, looked across the room to where the medic was standing in the distance, awkwardly trying their best not to encroach despite the need to hover.

“I’ve pushed people away before,” Jyn said softly, pulling his gaze back to her face. “Usually when I needed them most… I did it before they could do it to me, because I thought that’s how it always went, that there was no other way that life could go.” Her hand returned to the side of his face, thumb gently brushing over his cheek. “But it’s not like that with you… I said horrible things to you on Eaudu, but afterwards, when I needed you, there you were.”

“This isn’t like that,” Cassian murmured. 

“Isn’t it?”

“You can’t help me with this,  I might not get better. And then what?” his voice broke on the question, the first time he’d dared to voice the possibility aloud. If he considered the notion for too long he thought it might take life, form the shape of a black hole, a yawning void that would threaten to swallow him alive. Where would I go? What would I do? What now? 

Jyn blinked at him. “You think that’s a reason for me to abandon you?”

“I’m not the person I was–I might never be again.”

“Neither am I,” she replied fiercely. “Neither is Chirrut or Baze or Bodhi–any of us. How can we be? After everything we went through? And besides, it’s not the first time any of us have changed–I know you know that. ” He opened his mouth to speak but she held up her hand. “No, listen. I know you’re going to say it’s not the same, and you’re right, it’s not. This is a big change, a hard change. None of it was your choice, and I can’t even begin to understand what you’re going through. 

“But if you’re trying to tell me that your ability to ‘get better’ is what determines your worthiness? I’m going to…” she took a deep breath, “to have to fight very hard not to strangle you, because whether or not you know this right now, you're worthy no matter what happens next.

“However you have to show up each day, however you’re feeling, the good, the bad, I’m with you. Same as…same as I know you’d be for me.” She cleared her throat, blinked back a watery shine that had fallen over her eyes. “Okay?”

He leaned his head into her palm. “Okay,” he breathed, because even though he knew he might not believe it tomorrow, he believed it for the moment–and he had a feeling if and when he changed his mind, Jyn would do all she could to bring that belief back.

She wiped her tears from her eyes and offered her hands to him, “Can I help you?”

It still wasn’t easy. He still felt some embarrassment, he still held anger and frustration for it all. He still hurt…

But together, they slowly rose to their feet. 

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[pucksandpower]

Hi hi. Hope your taking care of yourself. I just want to ask on the grid kids series can i request the drivers being mistaken as grid baby's parents... like shes out with them where people dont know who they are and they get mistaken for being her parents. (you can choose any two drivers if u wanna write it)

Grid Kids: Mistaken Identities

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: the grid kids learn that sometimes seeing two men with a baby can make people draw the wrong conclusions

Series Masterlist

Max and Charles: Disney Princes

“Why do I feel like we’ve bitten off more than we can chew?” Charles groans, adjusting the collar of his prince costume as they step into the magical world of Tokyo Disneyland.

Max smirks, tugging at his own princely garb. “Because you were easily swayed by a toddler. But why did I let the two of you drag me into this too?”

Your daughter skips ahead, twirling in her Cinderella dress, utterly delighted. “Princess!” She chirps, pointing to herself, and then at them, “Princes!”

Charles laughs, ruffling her hair. “Yes, yes, but remember, you owe me big time.”

Suddenly, a small horde of children swarm around Charles, their eyes wide with awe. “Prince Charming!” One of them squeals, reaching out to touch the hem of his outfit.

Max can’t help but chuckle. “Look at you, a hit with the kiddos already.”

Charles, looking mildly panicked but trying to keep his composure, kneels down, offering his best princely smile. “Hello, little ones. Are you enjoying your day at the castle?”

While Charles is surrounded, a couple approaches Max, eyes flickering between him, Charles, and your daughter. “You three make such a cute family! How long have you and your husband been together?”

Max chokes on his spit. “Oh, no, we’re not — I mean, he’s not — we’re her brothers, not fathers. And we’re definitely not together.”

The woman’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red. “Oh! I’m so sorry. My mistake.”

Charles, now free from the throng of kids, joins in, “It’s alright. Happens a lot more than you would think.” He winks at your daughter, “This princess has a way of wrapping everyone around her finger so I can see the confusion.”

Max and Charles immerse themselves in the Disneyland experience, fully embracing their roles as makeshift royalty. They take pictures, go on rides, and even join your daughter for a tea party at Cinderella’s Royal Table.

While leaving, a staff member waves, “Goodbye, Prince Charming!”

Charles raises an eyebrow, “Which one?”

Max smirks, “Clearly, they meant me.”

Your daughter grins cheekily. “Both Princes. My Princes.”

Mick and Lance: Horsing Around

“Why is she covered in hay?” Lance looks down at your giggling daughter who has a spot of dirt on her nose and straw in her hair.

Mick picks her up, attempting to brush it off without much success. “Because someone wanted to roll around with the bunnies.”

She claps her hands together. “Bunny soft! And pony! I want pony!”

A farmer passing by overhears their conversation, a knowing smile on his face. “That's how it starts, you know?” He nods towards Mick and Lance, “My daughter wanted just one pony and now look around you — turned into this whole farm.” He chuckles, looking at your daughter with fondness, “Seems history is repeating with your little one. She’s clearly got her daddies wrapped around her finger already.”

Mick chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, “Oh, we’re not her dads. We’re her brothers. Just trying to spoil her a bit while we can.”

The farmer looks slightly surprised but grins, “Ah, my bad! You looked so domestic and I assumed. But a word of advice from someone who’s been through it … those little eyes? They’ll have a whole farm following you home if you’re not careful."

Lance nods in agreement, “She gets her charm from our mom.”

Your daughter, however, is undeterred. “Pony! Please, please, pony!”

Lance tries to be stern, “I don’t think Mom and Dad will let us get a pony.”

But her big eyes and pout should be illegal.

They cave instantly. “Okay, okay! We’ll see what we can do,” Mick promises.

As they head home, Mick turns to Lance, “You realize we can’t actually get her a pony, right?”

But Lance just smirks. “Watch me.”

***

Later that evening, you’re sipping tea when a rather unexpected sound catches your attention.

Neighhh.

You rush to the window, eyes widening at the sight in front of you.

Lance meets your eyes sheepishly, “So ... we might’ve made a tiny impulsive decision ...”

Mick is holding a bedazzled harness belonging to the animal in question, “Tiny? It’s not exactly a chihuahua.”

Your daughter rushes to you, grinning from ear to ear. “Look, Mommy! Pony!”

You sigh deeply, “I leave you two in charge for a few hours and apparently we now own a pony?”

Mick shrugs, “It seemed like a good idea at the time?”

Lance adds, “We just couldn’t say no to her!”

You laugh, pulling them both into a hug with your daughter sandwiched between. “You boys are impossible. When did you become such softies?”

“Just following in your footsteps,” Mick smirks. “You know, spoiling the ones we love."

Lance nods, “Guess it runs in the family.”

Lando and George: Busy Bees

“Is she ready?” Lando asks while leaning over to check his face paint in the mirror.

George adjusts his fake antennae headband. “I still can’t believe you convinced me to wear this.”

Your daughter runs in from behind them, flapping her tiny bee wings with a big smile on her face. “Bzzz! Bzzz!”

Lando laughs, “Look at you, the cutest little bee in the hive!”

He then whispers to George, “At least we match.”

George groans, “Yeah but did we really have to be flowers? It’s bad enough that she’s got me trick-or-treating for the first time in twenty years.”

As they set out, the trio attracts many admiring glances, especially when your daughter toddles up to houses, holding out her little bucket and adorably attempting a “Trick or treat!”

At one house, an older lady opens the door, gasping with delight. “Oh my! What a beautiful little family! You and your husband have done such a wonderful job. Your daughter’s costume is simply adorable!”

George’s cheeks flush under his floral face paint, “Oh, uh, we’re not a couple. We’re her brothers!”

Lando waves his hands, “Yeah! No couple here, just brothers. He’s too annoying to date anyway.”

The lady looks slightly taken aback but quickly recovers. “Oh, my apologies! It’s just so rare to see two young dads out and about. Anyways, here you go, little bumblebee.” She drops a handful of candy into your daughter’s bucket.

The night continues with more misidentifications, George and Lando taking it in stride but also bickering about who gives off more of a dad vibe.

George pokes Lando, “I told you, dressing as matching flowers makes it look like we’re together.”

Lando rolls his eyes, “You’re just embarrassed because Mrs. Thompson from three houses down thought we were a couple.”

George grins, “Well, maybe if someone didn’t m insist on holding my hand to guide me ...”

Lando splutters, “That was to stop you from tripping over a pumpkin in the dark! Besides, look, she’s having the time of her life.”

Your daughter just continues her “bzzing,” happily collecting candies and compliments.

When they return home, a mountain of treats in tow, your daughter shows off her loot with pride.

Sebastian greets them at the door, laughing as he sees their costumes. “Looking good there!”

George mumbles, “At least we’re on brand.”

Lando grins, “Exactly! Team Bee for the win!”

Your daughter, energy not even slightly dimmed, runs up and hugs Sebastian, “Daddy! Bzzz!”

Sebastian chuckles, “My little bee. Did you have fun with your brothers?”

She nods vigorously, “Bzzz!”

You shake your head in amusement. “Alright, my buzzing bee, time for bed. And you two,” you point at George and Lando, “thanks for being such good sports. Even if you did look ridiculous.”

George and Lando are already on their way to raid your vanity for makeup wipes. “Anything for our little bee,” Lando says with a wink.

The Parents and the “Parents”

Charles runs a hand through his hair, “So, Y/N, Seb ... you won’t believe how many times Max and I have been mistaken for a couple when we’re out and about.”

“Yeah,” Max chimes in, “apparently we give off strong young dads in love vibes.”

Lance sighs dramatically, “Don’t even get me started! Mick and I took her to the park a few days ago and this lady actually asked how long we’ve been married and when we adopted her.”

Mick nods, “She even recommended a couples’ yoga class for us. Said it helped her and her wife reconnect for personal time during parenthood.”

Lando, trying to stifle a giggle, pipes up, “George and I were given a book called The Ultimate Guide for Gay Dads by our new neighbor. She said it really helped her son and his husband.”

George gestures wildly, “We even got invited to the local dads’ weekly barbecue. I think we’re honorary members now.”

You burst out laughing, “Oh my god, I can’t breathe! This is priceless.”

Sebastian chuckles, “I think it’s sweet that our daughter has so many loving dads. We’re setting a new norm here.”

Max grins, “I always knew I had a paternal side.”

Charles nudges him, “More like you just can’t bring yourself to say no to her.”

Lance admits, “That’s true. Is this a good time to apologize for the pony in your backyard again?”

Everyone turns to look at Mick, who shrugs, “She has the best puppy eyes, okay?”

“It’s a gift really,” George agrees. “I tried to do the same face to Lando to get the last slice of pizza but all he did was laugh at me.”

Lando retorts, “That’s because your puppy eyes looked more like you were constipated.”

Suddenly, the laughter is interrupted by a small voice. Your daughter toddles into the room, holding a toy race car in one hand and a doll in the other. “Why do you all have funny faces?” She asks, her innocent eyes widening.

Sebastian picks her up and sits her on his knee, “Well, little racer, we were just talking about how sometimes people think that your brothers are your dads.”

She scrunches her face in confusion, “But that’s silly! They’re still your babies too. How can they be dads?”

You laugh, “You’re absolutely right, sweetheart. They definitely still act like children sometimes.”

The six indignant whines of “we do not” you get in return don’t really do much to help their case.

But you love your kids anyway. All seven of them.

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[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Them with a reader that likes being overly dramatic

Characters: Eula/Candace x gn!reader (separate)

Warnings: none

a/n: Guess who’s back? Back again?

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Eula

While it was slightly hypocritical of Eula to complain about you blowing things out of proportions for no other reason than to wanting to see how she reacted to it, when she herself had overused her “vengeance-talk” so much that simply mentioning the word would make her image pop up in most people’s heads, the Lawrence still couldn’t help but feel an intense urge to either shut you up or disappear before people realised you were with her whenever you started.

“I simply cannot believe you would do such thing on the birthday of my father’s cousin’s best friend’s birthday, and here I was thinking I actually meant something to you. You’re the worst, Lawrence”, you proclaimed while striking a hurt pose, immediately drawing other people’s attention to you, and by proxy Eula, causing her face to slightly redden as she grabbed you by the arm and pulled you closer to her.

“Could you stop? You’re making others stare”, she half whispered, only to let out an internal sigh when she saw the huge grin on your face.

“I’d also stare if I saw such a beautiful woman on the street”, you joked, Eula’s face heating up even more as she mustered enough strength to glare at you.

“How can you say such things and act this way in public without being embarrassed in the slightest?”, she asked in a mix of anger and embarrassment, only to finally notice the small blush on your own face.

“Oh, trust me, I am. But if a bit of public embarrassment is enough to see your reaction, then that’s a price I’m willing to pay”, you responded honestly, shooting her an even wider smile before carefully removing her hand from your shoulder.

It was in that moment, that Eula realised that there was no reason in bargaining with you, instead letting out a slightly frustrated sigh. “If that’s everything, we can go home. If you insist on continuing, you can do that on your own and return once you feel like it. But be assured that I will have my vengeance for today”, she threatened, knowing full well that there wasn’t that much she could do, but feeling better off attempting to make you warry anyway, only for you to nod with a smile on your face before happily following her back home.

Candace

While you had always heard tales about Candace’s gentleness and kindness when taking care of any wounded and other townsfolk after a sandstorm, unfortunately for you, you were a solid enough fighter to not get wounded by the threats encroaching onto the village, leaving you to only watch and help as Candace took care of the others.

So, when you actually felt one of your opponents cut you ever so slightly, you were quick to use it as a way to experience it for yourself—after you had taken care of the remaining monsters of course.

“Are you alright? Is the wound deep?”, Candace bombarded you with questions the moment she rushed over to you, feeling uncharacteristically stressed out by the possibility of you being hurt. And while you at first planned to at least pretend your wound hurt more than it actually did, you found it impossibly difficult to do so now, quickly opening your mouth to assure her.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a cut… I guess I’m just too used to walk away from a fight completely unharmed”, you tried defusing the situation with a small joke, moving your arm around to demonstrate that the wound wasn’t bad, only for it to backfire when you let out a small gasp upon realising that it did—in fact—hurt.

“No lying. Come, let’s get it treated”, she stated before dragging you to the village’s physician, watching you intently as he wrapped your arm in bandages after treating the cut, only to return to her usual collected self once you two were out of there.

“…Thanks for taking care of me. That turned out to go very different from how I planned”, you silently thanked her, only to realise that you said a bit too much, immediately reopening your mouth to correct yourself.

“No one plans on getting hurt during a fight. Just promise me you’ll be more careful next time”, she was quick to respond with her usual smile, causing you to silently nod as your face heated up in embarrassment and a bit of shame.

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[nightghoul381]

Hello! I have a request if you may make something about alfons x mc/kate, like maybe me/kate was once a part of danganronpa game (a killing game) and when she saw corpses she had a panic attack or something, please and thank you :)

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for the request! I'm sorry it took longer than I thought it would for me to get to this request, I was waiting on Alfons' birthday story to be released and translated so I could get a better feel for his pesonality.

I hope this story meets your expectations!

Never Again

Alfons (POV) x Reader Hurt/Comfort | Angst C/W: Mentions of death, blood and murder

Since we rescued you, I’d tried my best to protect you and keep you away from this sort of thing. I knew you were sensitive to the sight of bodies and no one could blame you.

You had been trapped by a twisted doctor who decided he wanted to pit several people against each other in a test of survival, last one alive was the winner. Crown had caught wind of the event only hours after the ‘event’ had started and before the end of the day we had managed to put a stop to it. But that was more than enough time to completely scar your mind.

You had been one of only three people who had managed to stay alive during that time, corpses strewn about the makeshift arena and blood spattered all over your horrified face. Something about the pure terror in your eyes tugged at my otherwise emotionless heart and I felt myself drawn to you. You looked like a frightened little deer, clinging to me as though I was the only thing keeping you from being dragged under by the torrent of emotions swirling through your brain. I felt compelled to hold you closer, cradling you in my arms until your trembling had ceased and your heart rate had slowed.

Ever since then I couldn’t seem to let you leave my side. I had never felt so overwhelmingly concerned over the well-being of another person as I did with you. I had managed to convince El and Victor to let you stay with us, El allowing you to live at his mansion with me and Victor allowing you to remain alive after witnessing the existence of Crown.

It surprisingly took only a short while for you to recover from the shock, and you’d been so desperate to earn your keep that you finagled your way into Crown’s innermost circle and were granted the opportunity to accompany the team on missions.

I tried to argue with Victor about this, you were already in such a fragile state from the trauma you had witnessed I couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be for you to repeatedly experience murder and torture. Victor had tried to assure me that he would only allow you to accompany on the safest missions, where reconnaissance and intelligence gathering were the only goal.

I was still hesitant but you had been so excited to prove your worth that I couldn’t bring myself to stop you. I really regret not stopping you now.

This was supposed to be just a simple information gathering task, talk to a couple of people who were thought to have intel on some nobles associated with a group of thugs for hire. The nobles must have somehow caught wind of the meeting, however and when we arrived, the people were lying in a large pool of blood, devoid of life.

I tried to shield you from the sight but it was too late. Your eyes were stretched impossibly wide with terror, your breathing rapid and shallow and I hardly had time to catch you as you began to crumple to the floor, panicked gasps spilling from your lips as you covered your ears in an attempt to drown out the sound of your own racing mind. My heart lurched as you let out a frantic sob, eyes unblinking as you stared right through me to the grisly scene behind my back.

“Shhh, shh, sweet one it’s alright. You’re safe,” my words did nothing to soothe you as you curled into yourself, lost in your thoughts. Swallowing thickly, I slid one glove off, drawing my bare fingers across the nape of your neck and once again whispering calming promises of safety in your ear.

I hated using my ability on you. I wish that I could be the one to soothe you with my words and my presence alone, but this was the only way I could think of stopping the downward spiral of your mind into the darkness. I relaxed slightly as your breathing calmed and I was able to pull you tightly to my chest, holding you close like the precious treasure you had become for me. I gingerly shifted you in my arms, lifting you in such a way that allowed your face to remain buried against my chest as I carried you out of the building and away from the nightmare within its walls.

Never again, I thought inwardly, I will never let you feel this way again.

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[gabessquishytum]

maybe the ask didn't go through but hi, it's the House of Night anon again?? bless💄for adding to that ask btw bc here is more

so something only hinted at in the last ask is that it's an au to the comic canon. Basically what if Morpheus reincarnated like Nada once Daniel took over?

he still met Hob in 1389, but because in this universe Night/Nyx is meddling permanently with humans, her reaction to Morpheus' wager is "alright then, he's mine now", leading to Hob being an Ultra-Late-Bloomer (thirties instead of late teens-early twenties back then. doesn't make sense to turn some malnourished 15 year old if the change woud kill them, does it?)

his working theory is that the Trackers just missed him in the midst of the plague and battlefield and that his Stranger gave them a firm talking to, since no other mature vampyr has heard of a similar case and hey he gets it, it's kinda Embarassing to admit if it was their fault

now this is a bit of a problem, because when Morpheus entered the house of night, it was easy enough thougt to push back. Hob wasn't joking when he said that Morpheus fit right in- he's pale and graceful, but clearly still human. any similarities to his Stranger are a coincidence

and then they go from sneaking around to sneaking around, Morpheus cornering him in the classroom or the stacks in the library, expression every bit of imperious Lordling while also shyly wringing his hands

it's so easy to draw him in, to press kisses to his high, dramatic cheeks, to offer his own neck in return while shoving his tigh in-between Morpheus'. everything he'd wanted to offer to his Stranger but didn't get a chance to

which means this is the perfect time for one of Hob's old mentees to pay a visit

the first time Morpheus finds Hob sitting at one of the library tables, deep in conversation with this unknown vampyr, all he wants to do is take a seat in Hob's lap because Hob is his. Better yet, drag Hob back to his flat and rub up against hjm until every vampyr in London can smell Morpheus on him

of course before he can actually try to follow through on that impulse, Hob catches sight of him and waves him over

"this here is Jim", Hob introduces them, "my very first mentee. i thought maybe you'd like to hear someone else chatter about their experiences for a change."

of course when he hears "Mentee" Morpheus hears "other person I slept with" and is as grumpy and taciturn as always

Jim, bless him, takes the entire thing with good humor and pulls out the most embarrassing stories of Hob he has once they are left alone together

only under the threat of death will Morpheus admit that it works and that he starts to relax eventually. even permits Jim to squeeze his shoulder

"Don't worry about the crush", Jim says, "But don't get your hopes up either. Hob will never do anything to embarrass you, but he's too far gone on this 'old friend' to consider anyone else"

Morpheus thinks of all the things he did with Hob barely 24 hours ago and swallows

I’m so sorry your first ask got lost!! Thank you so much for making the effort and resending this.

As I mentioned, I haven’t actually read this book series but. BUT. I am still so invested in this au. Hob pining for his Stranger, not knowing that Morpheus is his stranger??? Amazing. The internal angst of Hob wanting to remain loyal to his stranger, loving him eternally but also…… he has this spark with Morpheus that he can’t ignore! He can’t stop himself from wanting to give Morpheus everything, too!!

Also love and appreciation for Jim, I love all Jim content but this feels especially perfect with Morpheus being jealous aksjdjfjf. I’m imagining them seeing the tension between Morpheus and Hob and slowly, slowly realising… Jim pulls Hob off to one side and is like “are you????? fucking??????” And Hob turns bright red. Oops.

It’s too late now, Hob doesn’t think he could stop if he tried. And Morpheus is obsessed. There’s probably nothing he wouldn’t do to stay with Hob. This “old friend” person can kindly fuck off, alright? Hob belongs to Morpheus now.

Little does he know… he always did.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw teacher/student #comic spoilers

[emc2beans]

For that word prompt game, I hope you don't mind me sending more than one! 16, 46, 47 💜

I ended up combining all of three prompts since they had a similar theme.

16. Daybreak, 46. Skies, 47. Stars

Nights in Garlemald were far quieter than anything Llewellyn had experienced before. Save for the faint hum of the ceruleum heater and the gentle rhythm of Alphinaud's breathing next to him, he was alone with his thoughts.

He couldn't sleep. Not when memories of dead stars, and endless expanses, and black feathers and hollow eyes and violet smog and, and-

"Mn, Llewellyn, are you awake?" Alphinaud whispered, breaking Llewellyn out of his mounting panic and making him realize just how fast his heart was beating. Alphinaud shifted so as to prop himself up with one arm, his other hand on Llewellyn's sternum. "Is everything alright?"

"Y-yeah, just thinking about..."

...lunging forward, ready to jump, ready to save you, to follow you, to die with you,

being held back by arms wrapped around my torso, held tightly to her chest, 'I'm sorry' she repeats again and again as I fight against her,

the empty space you left behind...

"...everything that's happened. You know, in Ultima Thule." Even saying the words out loud made bile rise in the back of Llewellyn's throat. He took a couple deep breaths and put an arm around Alphinaud, pulling him in close so Llewellyn could kiss the top of his head.

"It certainly wasn't an enjoyable experience, but at least we all made it back in one piece." Alphinaud rested his head on Llewellyn's chest, listening as his heartbeat calmed slowly. "Would you like to talk about it? How you're feeling, I mean." There was a brief quiet as Llewellyn considered his answer.

"I know it all turned out alright in the end, but I still can't help but be, I don't know, upset with Gwyn. She promised she would let me make my own decisions." He said.

"She did, although I'm certain she draws the line at letting you run into certain doom. Your sister loves you dearly." Alphinaud replied, shifting his position so that he could look up at Llewellyn. "Were things different, I know I would have at least tried to stop Alisaie from sacrificing herself, though I doubt I would be successful." They both laughed quietly at the absurd idea that Alisaie could ever be stopped from doing what she pleased.

"You're right." Llewellyn sighed. "But I'm still upset with her. Angry, maybe? Frustrated? I don't know." He mused to himself.

"Have you written her recently? Not that I would recommend discussing this issue via letters." Alphinaud stifled a yawn. "You could ask her to come to Garlemald in order to talk things out."

"Not yet. I'll write something to her the next time we put together everyone's outgoing letters for Tataru to mail." Llewellyn turned himself so that he and Alphinaud were laying on their sides facing one another, his arm draped over Alphinaud's waist. "We should get some sleep. It's likely getting close to sunrise." He settled into the pillows as Alphinaud hummed in agreement, nestling into Llewellyn's chest.

"Do you feel any better?" Alphinaud asked.

"Yeah, I do. Thank you." Llewellyn closed his eyes and hoped that sleep would find him easily.

#thank you for the ask! I'm sorry this took so long! #ffxiv oc stuff #answered stuff #writing stuff #wolphinaud #(technically) #they're both like 18-ish by the end of EW btw not that that matters in this lol

[maraleestuff]

The Moment of Truth - My Rewrite

(A fic idea that won’t leave me alone. Features Merthur endgame but divorce first ://)

So there was Big Set Up for a Magic Reveal in 01x10, that never really amounted to anything. Will knew that Merlin could probably end the issue with Kanen before anyone could be hurt, and Hunith saw that Merlin was preparing to do what it would take to protect Ealdor, even at the cost of himself. Pre-battle, he even alluded to the potential moment. As we recall, Will took the fall as sorcerer after taking a crossbow bolt/ arrow for Arthur.

But what if things had gone differently?

At the end of one of Arthur’s speeches, and Will had been outspoken, he paced up to Merlin. He wouldn’t reveal Merlin’s magic in front of everyone, never that, but he’s still mad. “There isn’t hope, Merlin,” Will says, unaware or uncaring that Arthur is still in earshot. “Your Prince will lead all of us to our deaths.”

“He’s trying to help—“

“But it won’t be enough,” Will retorts. “You know there’s only one way to win this battle. But first, you need to stop living a lie.” It’s not fair—even Will knows this—but he’s angry that his friend had to leave, that his friend plays servant to a spoilt prince.

And he can see it in Merlin’s eyes, the way he looks at Arthur—like the man is everything, destiny and honor personified. (He can see how this love hurts his friend, too.)

He’s angry that Merlin—his Merlin—isn’t quite the same anymore, that his best friend isn’t the one who returned to Ealdor. Because Camelot changed him. Arthur fucking Pendragon changed him.

Will storms away, ignoring Merlin’s call after him, and only stops when he rounds a nearby house. When he glances back, guilt fills him at Merlin’s sad, troubled look. Will tries to ignore the way Arthur is looking at Merlin; if Will didn’t know any better, he’d say the Prince is worried.

- - -

Later, before the coming battle, Merlin’s fingers tremble as he puts on a vambrace.

By now, he’s had about half a year of experience putting armor on Arthur—but it’s awkward and almost ill-fitting on himself. Arthur stands nearby, putting on his own armor with expert ease; a soldier and a knight, prepared for battle.

But Merlin feels nothing but a certain numbness, Will’s voice echoing in his mind. There’s only one way they can prevail against Kanen—at least, without anymore death.

He knows he needs to act. But can he risk it? Can he bear to have Arthur look at him like a monster? To be executed, or exiled? Can he bear to hope?

“Here,” Arthur says, drawing Merlin from his thoughts, as he helps Merlin with his vambrace. Merlin’s fumbling fingers hadn’t been getting anywhere.

“Thanks.” Merlin’s mouth is too dry, and he feels moments from being unable to simply breathe. He’s too nervous to make a comment about Arthur helping him for a change.

“Look,” Merlin starts, when he’s able to find his voice, “whatever happens out there, I don’t want you to think any less of me.”

“It’s alright to be scared,” Arthur says, surprisingly soft. “Even the most seasoned of warriors dread battle. And you’re not a knight, you’re a—“

“A servant?” Merlin asks. With Will’s distrust of Arthur on his mind, the reminder of his station, compared to Arthur, burns all the more.

“A civilian,” Arthur states. “You aren’t a soldier.”

“I know.” Merlin was supposed to protect Arthur, but he had no training, but for being Arthur’s training dummy and a smuggled book of spells.

Merlin takes a deep breath, securing his sheath on his waist. Gwen had gifted him a sword, but it’s weight was unfamiliar. He’d need to use it, until—

“Merlin,” Arthur says, shuffling with his own sword belt, expression pensive—Merlin knows him well enough by now to know that he was unsure about what he was going to say. It’s so unlike him that Merlin pauses, frowning. “What your friend said, what did he mean by that?”

Merlin’s stomach drops. But he feigns ignorance. “By what?”

“About living a lie?”

Merlin opens his mouth, but Morgana is suddenly shoving open the front door. “They’re coming, across the river.”

“We’ll head out, at once,” Arthur says. When the door closes, Arthur looks back at Merlin expectantly, a furrow in his brow.

“Whatever I have to do, remember that we’re in Essetir, not Camelot.”

Merlin leaves before Arthur can respond.

- - -

The plan goes perfectly—until everything goes wrong.

Will stands at Merlin’s side, as he conjures a storm and friend and foe alike are thrown in chaos. The battle is over quickly, then, and Arthur storms up to them, a thunderous expression.

“I’m the sorcerer,” Merlin says, heart pounding. Simple words for such a pivotal moment.

Arthur opens his mouth, fury and hurt in his face, but Will steps forward, too. “This isn’t Camelot,” Will says, at Merlin’s side. “Merlin can’t be punished by it’s laws.”

And then, before Arthur can respond, magic rings around Merlin like alarm bells, as the last vestiges of Kanen’s men attack. Kanen, stirring on the battlefield, raises a crossbow at Arthur’s back.

“No!” Merlin surges forward, around Arthur, flicking the arrow aside like a fly. Time is slowed, like molasses, or maybe it’s Merlin who’s moving faster—he’s never learned the difference.

When time rights itself, he’s in the thick of it, parrying the sword of a bandit. Behind him, somewhere, is the clink of Arthur’s armor and Will shouting.

Someone pushes Merlin aside; a whistle of an arrow, a sickening thwack as it hits someone.

Merlin looks around frantically and pales. Will, his best friend, a brother, staggers back, an arrow protruding from his chest.

“No. No!” Merlin’s ears ring. Suddenly, Merlin is on his feet, fury in his veins—he shoves Kanen and his men back, a yell burning his throat.

He doesn’t stop to watch them fall.

“Will!” Merlin kneels at Will’s side, hands hovering. There’s so much blood. Will’s breath a wheeze. Merlin’s studied a couple of healing spells, but nothing for this. Gaius is the Physician.

He doesn’t know what to do.

“Just hang on, just try to breathe,” Merlin tries to soothe, and he rambles more, but he isn’t totally sure what he’s saying.

Someone helps him get Will inside his house, on a table, but Merlin isn’t sure who. He doesn’t stop to glance. Arthur says something, but Merlin doesn’t hear it. Footsteps fade, and he’s alone with Will, his hand oddly cold, as Will wheezes for breath, tears in his eyes.

Merlin’s own eyes blur, but he ignores them.

“You’re a good man, Merlin,” Will gasps. Merlin grips his hand, unable to breathe—not because he dreads his secret being revealed, because, suddenly, he’s faced with a world where Will is gone. Not an old friend, in a distant village, just—gone.

“I’m sorry,” Merlin murmurs. “I don’t know how to heal you. I don’t—I can’t—“

“It’s okay,” Will says, weakly grasping Merlin back. “It’s okay. You’ll be okay. I was wrong about Arthur, you know. I don’t think I’ll ever really like him, but I see the way you two look at each other.”

“What?”

Will laughs, winces. “You’ve always been a decent judge of character, I think. If you see the King in him, then it must be in there…deep, deep down. And if he hurts you, I will haunt him till the end of his days.”

Merlin laughs wetly. His tears mix with the growing red stain. His hand is on Will’s chest, trying in vain to stem the flow, but Merlin can feel the life draining from Will. Not the blood, metaphorically, but with his magic; he can feel it drain, but he doesn’t know how to mend it.

“It’s been boring here, without you,” Will says.

“I’m sorry I had to go.” A part of Merlin will always feel that way, no matter of pratly princes and talking dragons. He’ll always miss goofing around with his magic or spear fishing or playing pranks with Will. The way you miss your childhood home that you can never truly return to.

Will starts gasping harshly. It isn’t far now.

“Merlin, Merlin, I’m scared—“

“I know. I’m here. I’m here.”

“I don’t want to die—I don’t want to be alone—“

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Merlin grasps Will’s hand, tightly.

The world stops when Will stops breathing. And though sobs catch in Merlin’s chest, though he can feel grief like a dark winter storm, for a brief instant, he is grateful.

Will isn’t in pain anymore.

- - -

Merlin doesn’t remember much of the preparations for the funerals—for Will, for Matthew, for all those who fell in battle.

He knows he’s the one who helps carry Will to the pyre. Merlin arranges Will’s grip around his father’s sword, leaves his woven leather bracelet in Will’s fingers. Gwen, Morgana, and his mother squeeze his shoulder, or murmur condolences—someone strokes his hair. He thinks Arthur is somewhere there, on the periphery, but Merlin can’t face that right now.

When the flames burn, all Merlin can hear is Will’s panicked voice. He stays, stays, stays, until the embers are cold, tears dried on his cheeks, dried blood and grime on his hands.

At some point, he kneels, fiddling with the grass at his knees.

A shadow eventually falls over him, or, maybe, it’s been there for awhile.

“Merlin,” Arthur says, armor clanking as he sits down. In the edge of Merlin’s vision, he reaches out a hand, hesitates, and drops it on his thigh. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Merlin says. It’s one thing to know it’s not his fault—not everything is under his control, even with magic—but there is still this insidious voice.

If he had acted sooner, no one would’ve had to die. Will would still be alive.

“He—“ Arthur pauses, wets his lips. “He knew about…it, didn’t he?”

Merlin blinks, head feeling a little foggy. “It?”

“Your magic,” Arthur says, the moment Merlin had been dreading. Merlin feels very little now that it’s upon him.

“Yes.”

“He was trying to get you to stop the battle.”

“Something like that,” Merlin sighs. “Even I don’t know fully what I’m capable of.”

Supposedly the most powerful sorcerer to walk the Earth—but he couldn’t heal his friend.

“You seemed capable enough,” Arthur says. “That storm you conjured. I think some of Kanen’s men almost shat themselves.” Arthur pauses, glancing at Merlin, and Merlin realizes he’s trying to make a joke. Not to make light of his grief, but to help.

Merlin blinks, and a warm tear falls down his cheek without thought. “But not powerful enough. I felt Will’s life but I didn’t even know the first thing about healing him.”

Arthur’s hand warms Merlin’s shoulder, steadying him. “I…I can’t pretend to know the first thing about magic. But I know you. You did everything you could. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know.”

“It’s almost dark, Merlin. We should head inside. You can finish up my dinner.”

“How generous,” Merlin says wryly, but he doesn’t want to move just yet. “I can’t yet. I promised…” Merlin swallows. More tears fall. “I promised I wouldn’t leave him alone.”

“We won’t leave you alone either,” Arthur says, squeezing Merlin’s shoulder.

“We?”

“We,” Morgana says behind Merlin. When he turns around, she has two blankets: one she lays on the grass, the other she drapes around Merlin and Arthur’s shoulders. Gwen and Hunith trail behind her with steaming bowls of stew and a couple of candles.

“We,” Gwen confirms, handing out the bowls.

The four of them huddle together under the single blanket, while Hunith smiles solemnly.

“Try not to stay out too long,” Hunith says. She strokes Merlin’s hair, and smiles gratefully at Gwen, Morgana, and Arthur. “It gets cold after dark.”

Hunith plants an indulgent kiss on Merlin’s brow before heading back inside.

“You guys really don’t have to do this,” Merlin tells them.

“We do,” Morgana says. “You’ve been there for all of us. Even if one of us”—she sends a stink eye to Arthur—“doesn’t always acknowledge it.”

“We aren’t going anywhere,” Gwen adds.

“I promise, Merlin,” Arthur says. “Now, one of the best ways to keep someone alive is to tell their stories. So, tell us about Will. If you’d like.”

So Merlin does.

#merthur #bbc merlin #ficlet #this was supposed to be a summary #but it turned into a Drabble #character death cw #sorry for the angst but we get some Core Four action at the end

[gomzdrawfr]

Hi! I was wondering if I should send this non-anon or not, but preferred to keep my identity a secret, I guess.

Dunno why but felt like saying this after seeing your posts. I was once a shipper in the fandom, liking both canon x canon and canon x oc ships, until I saw something that made me uncomfortable with the first of the two. That is until I've reached your account.

Sure, I was cautious with ship content (not that I'm saying it's a bad thing. Just made me kinda uncomfortable after that incident) but when I let my guard down and saw some of your posts, I realized that maybe not every shipper is as....uh...y'know the type of people I'm talking about right?

All I'm saying is...thank you. Because of your adorable posts (and the balance of both types of ships [canonxcanon and ocxcanon. I love PriceRaven so much istg]), I tried to look for artists like you. Thanks to you, I can also go and try to find artists similar to yours in context of shipping. And I did and I did not regret it (even if I don't ship anymore, but it was delightful to see the things people create now that I've...healed from it?).

I'm still trying to be careful in the fandom with the things going on. But seriously though, thanks a lot! If there's one thing this fandom needs is people like you. Ones who don't cause a fuss and also knows boundaries when shipping as well. No hate, no discomfort. If people say otherwise and hate on you because of shipping content, damn them. They should be grateful if anything as you did nothing wrong and just wanted to create what you wish.

Anyway, sorry for the long ask (end up ranting. Sorry bout that). But yeah, hope you have a great day! Maybe one day, if you allow me, I could sketch out Raven? If it's alright with you.

Thank you again!

hi!! thank you for the ask and hey no worries, you're welcome to rant in my ask or share your experience

Im sorry for what you went through, fandom often do come with its uhhh moments to say the least, im glad you've healed from it and is able to enjoy things the way they are at your own pace

its definitely good to curate your own space, adjust your settings and block out on things that are uncomfortable, even though there are still some things that will definitely pop up despite the cautious measures, but hey! shit happens and the most important thing is to understand that you're not alone in this, and take a rest from the media once in awhile

Im actually really touched that you find my page a nice place to visit ((yes PriceRaven is like my bread and butter I cant live without them and will yap about them forever)) which also lead you to other artists!

im straightforward, Im okay with almost anything interest wise in the fandom (ships/dynamic/fics genre etc), if im not okay with it i'll just move on or mute/block certain words, simple as it should be.

Although people do find my angst stuff "threatening" LMAO but eh im over it pft if they dont like it then its fine let them be

as the saying goes "no matter how perfect the apple is, someone will still hate it" so fuck it yk, it is what it is (my life motto and also blog's motto HAHA)

Thank you for your message though, Im really grateful for it and im genuinely happy, enjoy your stay here

AND OFC YOU CAN DRAW MY OC RAVEN!! FEEL FREE TO SEND IT TO ME ONCE YOU DID :D (take your time ofc dont mind the excited goofball i am)

have a good day as well!!

#i also end up writing this longer than i should oops anyways #curate your space people!! #gummmyspeaks #ask response #thanks for the ask <3

[aeoki]

Tri-Lights - The Tower: Chapter 5

Location: Ice Rink Characters: Sora, Natsume, Tsumugi & Madara

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< A few hours later. >

Tsumugi: W–Woah…

Look at me – I can skate again!

Sora: Haha~ You’re looking a lot better than when we first arrived!

Natsume: It looks like your knees are still buckliNG, but I guess you’re doing an okay joB.

Madara: Yup. Well done, Tsumugi-san. I see you’ve regained your skills.

Tsumugi: Yes. It’s all thanks to you, Mikejima-kun.

I still can’t skate as well as the others, but I feel a bit more confident now that I can skate on my own.

Natsume: I suppose this would mark the very first step in finally being able to draw out our sporty sidES.

AlrigHT, let’s take a break for noW.

Sora and I bought some snacks while you two were skatiNG.

Sora: HiHi~♪ You’ll get hungry after moving around so much, right? Let’s fill our bellies and skate more afterwards!

Tsumugi: Oh, when did you buy all these…?

Madara: It seems you were so focused on your skating you hadn’t realised they’d left to get them.

They did call out to us when they were about to get off the ice, but you must have been having quite a good experience for you to be so focused.

Sora: Yes, Senpai was super concentrated! That should be very helpful in demonstrating the sporty side to “Switch”~♪

Tsumugi: I suppose so. I hope I can make good use of my experience here for our performanc–

Woah… I ended up losing my balance when I lost focus.

Let’s share our findings as we eat. I’d like to hear your perspectives as well, Natsume-kun, Sora-kun.

I’d be happy if we can find things that can help us discover a new side to us.

Natsume: AlrigHT, now that we’ve all warmed up with a hot driNK…

Let’s share what we gained through this ice skating experienCE. You can start firST, Senpai.

Tsumugi: Umm, I was able to skate again after continuously working hard at it without giving up.

That’s the same feeling idols have when performing, right?

We want to be better and to make our fans happy – The hard work we desperately put in doesn’t feel difficult if we keep those things in mind.

Maybe trying to become a better version of your past self and living up to those expectations is what makes sports so appealing.

Natsume: I suppose that’s an acceptable answER. I’ll give you a passing scoRE.

Was there anything else you feLT? Like any movements you think that could be used for the performanCE?

Tsumugi: Hmm. I don’t think I thought that far. I was able to regain the basic feeling of weight shifts and my sense of balance, but I didn’t think much about them apart from the fact that they could be used in our dance.

Madara: In other words, you were able to gain a skill, but you weren’t able to understand how an athlete would feel. Is that right?

Tsumugi: Yes, I suppose so. I did enjoy the actual ice skating, though…

Sora: That’s true. Senpai’s “colour” feels calm and peaceful.

It’s hard for Sora to explain the “colours” Sora sees, but people who do sports feels more dazzling, like they’re full of life~

Natsume: I don’t know if it’s because you’ve neglected your own health every day and it’s gotten worSE, but you don’t have enough vigoUR, Senpai. Something might feel different if you have more of a fighting spirIT.

Sora: HuHu~! That’s a great idea!

Something might change if you get your fighting spirit on and then perform! Can you show us?

Tsumugi: What!? That’s impossible!

It’s true motivation is important, but I think it would be hard to intentionally change the “colour” Sora-kun sees.

Natsume: HmPH. You’re saying you can’t do what Sora asked of yOU?

Sora took a courageous step forward and decided to challenge himself with something new and yET, you won’t even show an example despite having lots of experienCE? I think that’s downright cruEL.

Sora and I are filled with sadness seeing how unreliable you aRE.

Tsumugi: O–Okay. I’ll do it so stop trying to guilt-trip me…! It can be pretty painful mentally!

Natsume: GreAT. I see you still have the ability to feel paIN, Winter Mophead.

Tsumugi: What’s with that name!? Anyway, of course I feel pain~!

Oh, geez. Which of your remarks should I be commenting on!?

Madara: Hahaha. I’m having a good time just watching “Switch” get along so well ♪

But what Sora-san said about being full of life and a “dazzling” feeling is true. I also felt that it was somewhat lacking.

Maybe we should check and see if Tsumugi-san can show Sora-san that “colour”.

Tsumugi: Check…? I guess so. Alright, please watch me.

♪  ♪  ♪

♪~♪~

…H–How was that? Did my “colour” change, Sora-kun?

Sora: Hmm~ It still looks like a calm “colour”~

Sora can feel Senpai’s kindness and it’s a lovely “colour”, but Sora doesn’t think the person from the company would be happy with that.

No. It’s not just Senpai but Sora and Master too…

Sora doesn’t think we can show something “realistic that refines yourself and makes you shine” just yet~

Natsume: HmM. That means there is still room for improvemeNT.

What should we dO? Should we have another think about it after doing other sporTS…?

Tsumugi: Yes~ There are a lot of different types such as track and field or ball sports. That might be a good idea.

Madara: Right. I think it’s important to enjoy the sports you’re doing.

You begin wanting to challenge yourself with something more difficult because you enjoy doing it. Putting in all the hard work without an ounce of love would just be suffering.

Sora: HeHe~ That’s the same as video games and parkour for Sora~♪

Sora likes going for high scores and aiming higher and further for new parkour routes…

Maybe we’re getting further and further away the more we think about it.

Tsumugi: It’s just like the “bluebird of happiness” story. Buf if that’s the case, it would be very difficult to show a new side of “Switch”.

What would be the perfect environment that would make us want to genuinely improve ourselves…? 

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#tri-lights

[neoyi]

Last-minute panics to do a task is real; it's a constant habit of mine and something you should, on a general note, never, ever, ever, EVER do.

I am, of course, talking about buying up any of the 3DS games I wanted before the eshop closes (as of this writing, tomorrow.) So the last two or so weeks have been a mad dash as I tried to fill my l'il handheld with whatever game that piques my interest. I can only hope I'll enjoy them!

So in fashionable alphabetical order, they are... under the "Keep Reading."

Attack of the Friday Monster! A Tokyo Tale: Just the sound of exploring everyday mundane life in a small-time quiet, rural Japanese town was enough to draw me in. The Kaiju battles that happens every Friday was just incidental.

BoxBoxBoy/Bye-Bye Box Boy: I already owned the first one and though I never finished it, I didn't feel particularly guilty about it. The whole series is one of those pick-up-and-play-for-a-few-minutes kind of puzzlers, so it'll still be there waiting for me whenever I feel the urge to return to its monochromatic world. I'm just relieved I don't love Box Boy that much to invest in the far-too-expensive Japanese exclusive amiibo.

Bravely Default: "You gotta play Bravely Default!" "If you like Final Fantasy, play Bravely Default!" "Hey! When are you gonna play Bravely Default?" "Are you gonna get Bravely Default?" "YOU GOTTA PLAY BRAVELY DEFAULT!" Jesus Christ, alright already! I got goddang Bravely Default! I swear, this had better be the JRPG equivalent of ambrosia. (Exaggerated joking aside, I do love JRPGs and am always on the lookout for any intriguing potentials from its massive library.)\

Crashmo: I mean, I already got Pushmo. I did pick up Stretchmo, but I'm not going to waste more money buying the packs that come with it. These are enough and like the Box Boy series, they're games that'll do on a whim.

Dillon's Rolling Western: Honestly, I don't care about tower defense games and even though this is one of the rare, new Nintendo IP (well, "new", this game came out a decade ago, which says a lot about Nintendo's reliance on tried-and-true franchises nowadays), I don't particular find the artwork or setting (I can take or leave westerns) appealing. I guess I'm getting it since it's a digital-only game and I'm not confident I'll see any of these ported or remastered to newer consoles anytime soon. Who knows, maybe I'll dig it. I'm also kind of kicking myself, because when I purchased Dillon, I thought I got the first game. What I accidentally bought was its sequel (The Last Ranger), and me being a stickler to try and play the very first game whenever possible, double dipped to get Game 1. So I guess I have two Dillon games. I guess. :/

Dragon Quest VIII: I have no excuse for this one. I have literally played the PS2 demo before it first came out almost twenty damn years ago, impressed as hell, and dead set on buying a copy when it came out. Then I got lazy. Then they announced the 3DS version and I was dead set on getting that. Then I got lazy. And now, both physical copies of the game went soaring up in price. Only now have I finally moved my ass and fulfilled a promise to my nineteen-year-old self to get this goddamn game. I've only played the DQ Builders series, so this will be my first mainstream DQ game... unless I get to DQ11 first, which I got for my Switch a while back. In any case, I couldn't pass up on entry number 8, the one that people cite as "one of the best in the series." Which... well, I can't compare since I'm both Dragon and Questless, but I am looking forward to a fun role-playing experience.

Ever Oasis: My criteria for getting most of these games were, "Will it be difficult to buy on ebay that it's just better to get the cheaper digital version because no one has heard about this hidden gem?" Hence Ever Oasis.

Fantasy Life: Ditto this, too. I've been told Fantasy Life and the one before, Ever Oasis, are JRPGs with farm/town management and I'm moth to a flame for both genres, but even more so when combined.

Kid Icarus: Uprising: Generally, I try to play at least one major Nintendo franchise unless I reaaaaaaaally don't care for its aesthetic or genre (Yeah, I'm good, F-Zero.) The bar is admittedly low for Kid Icarus since prior to the 3DS game, the series only had two games from nearly thirty years ago and I just do not have the time or patience nowadays to play a lot of 80s-era games. I'm fine if my only Kid Icarus exposure is the new version that comes with a hat.

Picross 3D Round 2/Pokemon Picross: My other criteria is to find the digital-only 3DS exclusive that may or may not ever come out in other consoles, such as the Picross series. I didn't buy all of them because there's like twenty dang versions. I picked up Pokemon Picross because it's free and Picross 3D because it looks neat and different from the 98% 2D versions out there. I fucking love Picross.

Pocket Card Jockey: I wasn't going to get this game because it supposedly came out for phones, but I couldn't find the damn thing in my android's store. So I just got it on the 3DS. I like Solitaire. And it was seven dollars. *shrugs*

Radiant Historia: Perfect Chronology: It's a JRPG that uses time travel as its gameplay gimmick, 'nuff said. I should play Chrono Trigger again.

Rhythm Heaven Megamix: I've never played a Rhythm Heaven game before, but I've been told if I didn't buy at least one, Rhythm Heaven will personally come into my apartment and break my kneecaps.

Rhythm Thief: The Emperor's Treasure: I've heard the game has some issues, but it's a Lovable Rogue thief wearing a sharp as fuck suit wrapped up in a theater's kid rhythm game. It was a thousand times designed for me and my aesthetic.

Rusty's Real Deal Baseball: Honestly, I think I just want it for the novelty than anything else. I'm aware this game will be totally useless come the 27th, but I don't wanna buy its micro-transcation-before-micro-transcation-were-a-thing mini-games, so I guess it'll remain forever in my 3DS as the little oddball that it is. I'm alright with that.

Yo-Kai Watch: Boy, I'm gonna really regret it if I only bought the first game in the series, end up liking it so much, and then crying because the physical copies of its sequels are currently forty billion dollars on ebay. I got to admit, this carries some serious Dubbed-By-4kids energy, which either means it's gonna be annoying or charmingly cheesy. But also, I kind of bought it because the game's art style got me nostalgic for 90s-era anime. It certainly looks fun for that alone.

I also got Demos for Chibi-Robo: Photo Finder (just to experience at least one Chibi-Robo game), The Legend of Zelda: Triforce Heroes (I've been told you can play by yourself, it's just not recommended, and since I'm a single-player kinda gal, I might as well test out the demo and see how clunky the solo session supposedly is), Bravely Second (sure, why not), and Puzzles and Dragons: Super Mario Bros Edition (suuuuure, why not?)

There are other 3DS games I'd love to get, but those are going to be physical hunts later down the line. Some I know will still be easy to nab (The Legend of Zelda: A Link Between Worlds), others probably shovelware that I can find in a bargain bin (Doctor Lautrec and the Forbidden Knights), and others ebay is selling at a higher price than normal, but I still might want (Warioware Gold), etc etc.

Regardless, I feel like I picked out a nice selection of games that will tide me over whenever I get the chance to play them. I guess it was, ultimately, a happy hunt for me. Buy physicals whenever you can. Don't be like me, who has to resort to digital-only for these games because I waited till the last damn minute.

...WiiU? What about the WiiU?

#nintendo #video games #neoyi talks

[thenamesmobu]

"An Unfortunate Encounter"

[1/2] Accidental Meeting

Aaggghhhh so this is a fic ft. My Narrator and @callixspod 's Narrator who are both named Devin and Nathan respectively. Since I lack the energy to draw multiple panels of dynamic fighting poses, I'd decided to write it out instead into a fic. The fic's gonna be devided into two parts + 1 epilogue. No warnings for this first part, so please forgive my writing as this is my first time publishing a fic anywhere and I hope you enjoy

"Alright, Stanley, well done!" Nathaniel cheered for his Stanley from the intercom. He looks at one of the monitors where his Stanley is in. He could see him looking up at the camera and giving him a thumbs up. "Good job at getting that figurine!" The two were testing out a newly placed stanlurine? Figley? Whatever the fuck you call them that Nathan had placed. It was put in a somewhat of a new area. To be honest, the Narrator just took some old assets of the game and recycled it for this "new" area.

"Stand there, I'll be right with you in abit" With a smile, Nathan gets up from his seat and makes his way to the exit door of his control room. So you know that feeling when you stepped off a lower step that you didn't expect to be there so you just experience that mini heartattack because you feel like you're falling? Yeah, Nathan was experiencing that. He froze in front of that doorframe for probably a solid minute, though he isn't sure why. Normally he'd just resume his way, but something feels different. Something doesn't feel right. He looks around, feeling confused. He then turned to where his control room was behind him. And it was... the broom closet? How did that happen? He should get back into his own Parable, Stanley's gonna be worried why he suddenly disappeared for no reason.

"Honestly, Stanley. Why do you hate the blue door so much?"

A voice. Nathan whipped his head towards the source of it. That wasn't just anyone's voice, that voice was similar to his! The confused statement echoed through the hallway he was in. Though he was caught off-guard by this sudden no-clipping from his own parable, he was going to ask for help in getting out of here. Surely this other Narrator would kindly give him directions, right? What could go wrong?

"Really Stanley, does the color blue give you a bad vibe???" The Narrator asked confusedly. He had been rambling for who knows how long now. Stanley folds his arms, rolled his eyes, and rudely looks away. Oh he's being a prick on purpose again. "There's multiple other objects with the same color! And yet you chose to hate this one particular do—" The Narrator paused his narration as Stanley puts a hand up againts his own that has an eye on it. "I- Really Stanley?!" He sounded offended. "How could you interrupt me while I was in the middle of my sentence?! Stanley, I—"

[Do you hear that?] Stanley asked. "Hear? Hear what?" Devin went silent and enhances his hearing sensitivity through the control room. "Is... is that-" [Footsteps?] They continued each other's sentences. Devin panicked and this time Stanley was confused. Was this another foreign anomaly? "Stanley, hold on" and with that, a pair of neon yellow hand started to appear and summoned a door where Devin stepped out.

"Stanley, who is-" And there he was. An individual coming through the blue door, with bright and dark skin, the two colors clashing on this stranger's face. The two stared at him wide-eyed as the stranger looked at them, equally baffled.

Nathan felt awkward by this odd first encounter. No one had really been this shocked at seeing him. He tries to start a conversation to ease things down "Why the shocked face-" Devin pushed Stanley behind him. A set of two big orange hands appeared between Devin and Stanley, both hands were aimed at Nathan with what seemed like charged beams on each finger tips "Who are you" Devin asked menacingly. His eyes looked as if they were burning with anger already, yet there was a very subtle hint of anxiety.

"Woah there!" Nathan puts both his hands in front of him. "There no need to fight! I'm just here to ask directions!" He explained frantically. "Tch. Yeah right" Devin sneered. "I don't know how you passed my security, but I'll handle you myself regardless" His eyes grew more hatred by the second as he glares at Nathan. "Move away, Stanley!" Devin turned his head back for a moment to look his Stanley. As Stanley stepped back, he could feel himself immediately getting clamped up by a new set of hands that carried him away quickly. Devin then snapped back towards this stranger.

"A FOREIGN ENTITY SUCH AS YOU!" The hands flexed.

"Should not be in my Parable."

Part [1/2] end

NGAAHHHH IDK IF I'M GONNA CRINGE AT THIS LATER OR NOT, PLEASE FORGIVE ME XKSHIXJD. Btw yes, I'm turning the line said by Devin in my free collab as his trademark. Aaaaaahhh this is part one end, I hope it was alright, god I feel kinda embarassed. If there were any grammatical errors, then I am sorry, English is not my first language. Critisims are highly appreciated. Rahh stay tuned for part two

#the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #narratorverse #mobu writes #these two are gonna be sworn enemies <3 #who's gonna win at the end? guess we'll see #narrator vs narrator #fight fight FIGHT

[midnightmeteora]

MEDIA THREAD-FEBRUARY

A short month no doubt, spent most of it drawing (I gonna try to finish those wips I swear). Anyway:

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14.-Hazbin Hotel (season 1)

I'm not someone who enjoys negative ranting on media. But oh my god I didn't like this show. Thankfully I watched this along side my GF and my Bestie but still, it was quite dreadful getting through this show. The script was annoying. All of those parodies about Vivzie's shows are true, there's always a swear in most sentences. It stops being funny and it becomes annoying, cringe even. I don't get this show, is it a comedy or a genuine attempt of making a social commentary??? It tries to tell a story about redemption and the value of change, but it doesn't have the pay off nor the build up to excel imo. For most of the runtime, this show barely attempts to dive deep into the nuance of the characters, most of the time if there is nuance to be found. It later decides to either treat it as a joke or rush to no end, lacking the payoff expected for serious issues like sexual and psychological abuse. The visuals were also kinda sucky. It has a unique style no doubt. But everything blends together when there's so much color overlap and over designed characters with similar motifs and color palettes. Most of the songs are alright on their own, but in the show itself, I only enjoyed like half of them. Yeah this show wasn't for me, and the more I think about it, the angrier I get ngl.

. #15.-Kimi ni Todoke (season 1)

Love letter to shojo media (? One of my favorite shows rn, it's so comfy, yet it still pulls them punches with the drama when it needs to. Every character is so loveable and the humor is wholesome fun. I really like how it develops the characters thru meaningful interactions and moments that pushes these teens foward. I'm loving this show, quite excited for S3 later on this year :]

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#16.-Sonic Frontiers (main game replay and update 2 content playthrough)

I still really like this game! Admitedly, its luster did shine off a bit now that it's been a while since the original release. This time more cracks became more noticeable to me, particularly the plot itself is rather empty and on a second playthrough it brings the game down a tad bit. The last section in Ouranos island is veryy weak plot wise, even though I had a blast with the gameplay. I still believe that this is a cleverly designed game, but I wished it had more production values behind it. By far the main aspect that will age the game later on. This game kinda lacks the visual aesthetic and presence that many other games in this franchise have. Not only that, the new additions like the jump acceleration kind of made some of the open zone sections kind of dry... I really look foward to the next mainline game, this game is still the best step in the right direction it could've been. The update 2 content was also really fun! I really like the action challenges and the new kokos were neat to get. I mightttt need another replay to abuse the spindash to hell and back, but I still need to finish new horizons as of writing.

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#17.-Sonic Frontiers: Final Horizons update

Damn was this a mixbag. I'm a bit underwhelmed ngl. It wasn't bad, but it kinda pushed the game to its absolute limits, and not in a pleasant way. The unrefinement from the main game is in an all time high. The new island content and characters are ok. Amy is fine for the most part, doe I wish she was able to wall climb. Knuckles was so much fun and I hope they use this template for future appearances. And Tails' tornado was so broken that made his sections redundant. I think everyone but knuckles kinda show the issues with the open zone. You can skip so much of the platforming that it kinda robs you from the main draw of the game. The new cyberspace levels are really cool!! But I did not enjoy completing the extra missions, they made the experience far more frustrating and unpleasant, not only that but you hardly even need to engange with cyberspace, but i'll get to it in a second. The new mixes are nice and the new levels are pretty sick and fun to speedrun but I still feel like they don't benefit from the asset re-use and the weird jank the game has.

The tower challenges were a bit of a mixbag, the platforming got a bit obnoxious on tower 2 and 4 ngl, but I did enjoy the trials. Trial 5 is no doubt quite infamous, but I actually found it fun, I liked figuring out how to minmax my time defeating the titans. It kinda show how clunky the parry and the animations are however, and yet, it also made me appreciate the enemy design and the combat way more than I already did! Finally, we got a new final boss battle, and it was alright? The spectacle was nice, but after all the things I had to do to even get there, I'd rather have the original ouranos island section as easy and anticlimatic it might've been. The new added story wasn't that much different either, just a tad more flashy with a bit more involvement from the main cast. Overall it was an ok addition, but I wished I didn't spent that much time doing the extra missions and stuff, many of the parts of this update lacks the incentive I desired and at times, the payoff I expected. Which is why it felt underwhelming for me. I hope the next game is an improvement over final horizons, if this is going to be the main base for the forseeable future, then there's still work to be done.

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#18.-Super Mario Bros (NES)

I'm starting to play more retro games as of lately since I really want to have more games that I can replay whenever I want a quick gaming session aside from Mega man and Sonic. So I'm want to try the 2D Mario games since admitedly, I was never a Mario guy (If you couldn't tell by my Sonic fanatism). 2D Mario has never grabbed my attention since it is rather vanilla and the "new super mario" series also left a very bad taste in my mouth just like everyone else growing up. Anyway, og super mario on NES was fun tbh. It is quite challenging for modern standards, but I found plenty to like tbh. The potential for further replays is hampered by those tight physics doe, I'm already playing SMB3 (I'm gonna skip 2 for the time being tbh) and I can already tell that the control was pretty tight in this first game. Hammer bros are really agressive too. I'm glad I'm finally beat this game, even though it cramped my hands like a MF bc I played this on a 3DS.

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#19.-Kimi Ni Todoke (Season 2)

THIS WAS PRETTY GOOD, the drama got pretty interesting and it developed the characters extremely well. It has a ton of nuance that I want to rewatch and admire all over again ngl. Left extremely soft after watching it. Can't wait for season 3

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Might start to do more stand alone posts from now on if I want to continue logging these opinions lol.

#media thread

[astroluvr]

One where reader and Jack have 4 daughter (9,7,5,3) and their having their first boy

hi, thanks for ur request! i hope it's what u wanted! enjoy!!

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You had your hands full to say the least. You’d known Jack since you two were children and had been in love with him for almost as long. Your lives together had taken you on more adventures and experiences than either of you thought to be possible. Including becoming parents.

For Jack especially, it was heaven. Even though you guys agreed that you’d be done after your second daughter, Nova, was born, you still ended up welcoming your third and fourth daughters and prepared for your son with open arms. With the way they all grew up before your eyes, baby fever was always at an all-time high.

“Daddy!” Ava screamed from the living room and Jack left the nursery you were working on to rush down the stairs. “Daddy! Daddy, get your daughter!”

“Yo!” he yelled back, seeing the two of them with a piece of purple fabric between their hands. “Hey, quit it!”

“She won’t let me have it.” Nova, your five year old, whined, stomping her feet.

“Because it’s mine.” Ava, your seven year old, huffed, pulling back particularly hard and causing Nova to stumble forward.

Before she could hit the floor, Jack grabbed her and gave a stern glare to Ava. Every Harlow child knew that look. It was the same look that kept every single one of them in order over the years. The first time he ever did it to your nine year old, Grace, when he caught her drawing on the walls, it was like he found his super power. There hadn’t been a day over the past eight years that Jack hadn’t done it at least twice.

“Sorry, Daddy.” Ava said quietly, setting the purple dress down and Jack let go of Nova.

“And what do you say to your sister?”

“Sorry, Nova.”

“It’s okay.” she shrugged and whipped around to Jack like nothing happened. “Daddy, can I have-”

“No. No, you can’t have anything until you and Ava have calmed down.” he stood up straight and the two of them looked at him with shocked expressions.

“What? For how long?”

“Until I say so.” Jack pointed at the two arm chairs across the sitting room and they went to their respective places with crossed arms and furrowed eyebrows.

Before he could even make it out of the sitting room, Grace was chasing your youngest daughter, Lena, down the hall. “Hey, not in my house!”

At the sound of his voice, the three year old made a U-turn down the hall, just out of Grace’s reach, and ran straight for Jack. Grace was the only one who hadn’t inherited Jack’s long legs right from birth, so she was still mastering the art of running. Jack made a soft groaning noise when Lena squealed loudly and wrapped her arms around Jack’s own legs and laughed with her face muffled by the thick fabric of his sweatpants.

“Lena, what have you got?” Grace approached the two of them with frustration and Jack pouted slightly. Grace had been through the motions as the oldest and as much as you and Jack tried to keep her childhood stress-free, she still got a lot of recoil from her rowdy younger siblings.

“Got Gracie’s coloring book!” she pulled away and held up the sketch pad like it was a trophy.

“It’s not a coloring book.” Grace huffed, snatching it away from her sister.

“Careful, Grace.”

“No, Dad, she’s been in my room all day! She’s messing with my stuff all the time.”

“She just wants to be like her big sister.”

“Well, she has, like, twenty of them!”

“I love my sissies!” Lena squeaked happily and Jack lifted her to his hip.

“See.” Jack cooed, pinching his baby girl’s cheek and turning back to Grace who had a deadpan expression. “Alright, Lena, I know you love your sissies, but you have to be respectful, okay? If Gracie doesn’t want you messing around in there, you can’t, okay?”

“Kay, Daddy.” Lena responded softly. “I’ll be good. Promise!”

“Pinky?” Grace held out her pinky finger and Lena wrapped hers around it. “Thanks, Lena.”

“Welcome.” Lena unlatched her pinky and slid down Jack’s side in search of something new to explore and terrorize in the process.

“I’m glad we had you first, Gracie girl.” Jack put a hand behind her head and kissed her forehead.

Grace escaped her father’s embrace and ran back upstairs to her room. Jack was now stood in the middle of the hallway and enjoying what he hoped to be a few moments of peace. Nova and Ava were back to chatting in the middle of the sitting room and Lena was mesmerized by Moana. He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall for a moment, thinking of how the drama of the Harlow home might’ve passed. That was, until he remembered he was married.

“Jack!” your voice carried around the whole house, causing him to take a deep breath and pinch his eyes shut further. “Baby, come here now! It’s an emergency.”

With that, Jack made sure the girls weren’t on the verge of murdering each other before he trekked up the stairs. You were sitting in the middle of your shared bedroom with pout and messy clothes. Your swollen stomach was practically in your lap as you looked into the boxes of clothes you two saved of your daughters.

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” he stepped over the boxes and placed a hand on the top of your head soothingly.

“Jack, none of these clothes will fit him.” your lip quivered and Jack could already sense the hormonal tears coming. He squatted down next to you and coaxed the side of your head into his chest.

“It’s alright, Mama.” he hushed, using the name your daughters had assigned you as a loving nickname. “It’s okay.”

“Nothing we’ve ever done will fit him. A son, I mean. Out of all those girls, none of them are remotely tomboys.”

“Lena tackles like one.” you let out a chuckle against your will, knowing it was true.

Lena had been scolded various times about running into you with full force since you’d gotten pregnant again. Although you knew your stomach was a little more resistant, Jack would have a heart attack every time.

“I’m just worried, Jack. I mean, we have a lot of girls and I know you’re a guy, but there’s no telling how much more active testosterone you have left.”

“This is literally my fifth time getting you pregnant and you’re questioning my active testosterone?” he pulled away from you and kissed the center of your forehead. “Baby, our son will be just fine. He might have to join a few tea parties or be a princess and the girls might have to throw around a baseball or pull tails off of frogs, but that’s fine. We have a huge, beautiful, healthy family that loves each other so much they won’t care.”

“You’re right.” you sighed, smoothing your hands over your belly. “I guess I’ve just thought that we’ve had the whole girl thing nailed down and then biology threw us a curveball. I’m very happy about it, though.”

“Me too. Another baby.” Jack hummed, leaning down to kiss your stomach. “A baby boy to free me from the women in this house.”

“Shut up, Jack.” you laughed as he lifted up to make eye contact. “After this, we’re having another girl.”

“Wanna get started now?” Jack asked softly, a smirk gracing your lips as Jack gripped your chin. You giggled and leaned back onto the floor before hearing distinctive running sound of children coming towards you. “Oh, my God.”

You pushed Jack off of you with a sympathetic pout as Lena rushed to your bedroom. "Hi, honey."

"Hi, Mama! What are you doing?" she inquired, stepping around the wall of boxes and into your lap.

"I was thinking about what your brother might be able to wear from the hospital."

"Can he wear this?" she reached into the box and pulled out a random yellow onesie that had Nova's name embroidered.

"No, this was Nova's." you chuckled and Jack smiled.

"Oh. This?" she pulled out another onesie and cocked her head.

"This is actually the onesie all of you came home in." Jack took it from her hands and examined it.

It was hot pink with frills around the thighs and arms. You smiled at the bittersweet memory. It was crazy to think that at some point all of your kids could fit in it. Jack was obviously thinking the same when he rubbed your thigh and gave you a timid smile.

As Lena continued to root through the boxes, Ava and Nova came walking by and stopped short. "Hey, what's going on?"

"I was looking through all of this stuff. Your brother might be the only one of you that doesn't get any hand me downs." you chuckled and rubbed your nose.

"Mama, are you about to cry?" Nova cringed and Ava raised her eyebrows in what seemed to be fear.

"Grace, Mom is about to cry!" Ava yelled and you scoffed.

"I am not about to cry." you said while Jack laughed from next to you and Grace came into the room. "I just really love being a mother, that's all. Having a baby boy is making me realize just now much things have changed and are going to change."

They all stared at you as if waiting for tears and when you just smiled and rubbed your belly, the bustle of the home came back. You rolled your eyes at them and watched as they kneeled in front of the boxes.

For a few minutes, you and Jack discussed what the articles of clothing meant to your daughters until Lena rushed off. "Where are you going?"

"I know what bubba can wear!" she answered and you stared at the threshold until she came running back in holding a cheap princess dress costume.

"What happened in that?" Nova asked expectantly and Lena grinned.

"Baby brother can come home in it!"

"That's for girls, Lena. Boys can't be princesses." Grace argued and you took a deep breath.

"Daddy is a princess!" she pointed at Jack who made a face.

"Uncle Urban said it's because he's whipped." Ava jumped in.

"What's whipped mean?" Nova scrunched her face in confusion.

"Okay, okay." Jack intervened, fighting off a chuckle. "Let's all simmer down. Boys can princess if they want to be, and I am not whipped."

"Can baby brother wear it, Daddy?" Lena asked hopefully and you pouted as Jack shook his head. "What? Why not?"

"It's just a little too big, Lena honey."

"Shrink it!" she screeched, falling to her knees in disappointment.

"You can't shrink it." Ava deadpanned, pulling out another onesie.

"Awe." she dropped her head and Jack pulled her to his lap.

"Sweetheart, how about when Mama has your brother, you wear your princess dress and we put him in a little prince outfit, huh?" you suggested, getting closer to them.

"How come he can't wear a tiny dress?"

"Because the Harlows are known for having baby girls and putting him in a dress might confuse the people. After he comes home, though, we can put him in a matching dress." Jack compromised and Lena smiled wide.

"Okay, Daddy!" you both exhaled out a chuckle and kissed her forehead.

She shot up out of his lap and ran out of the room with her dress. Her sisters watched, but returned to their treasure hunt over their infant years.

"You can't ever say you're not whipped." you said, pulling Jack close and kissing his lips.

"I just love my babies. What can I say?" he shrugged and you giggled.

"Love me enough to run and get me McDonalds?" you made a grand gesture to your stomach and behind you, every Harlow girl perked up.

"McDonalds? I want some." Grace started.

"Me too."

"Me too."

Jack made a weary face and you smiled expectantly before he gripped your stomach and whispered urgently against the skin. "Get out of there as soon as you can, buddy. They have no mercy!"

"Six piece with a large fry." you requested, leaning down to kiss the back of his head. He groaned as he looked up at you. "Please."

Jack stood up wordlessly and looked at his daughters who were bearing wide grins. "Let's go."

"On the way there, can you tell us what whipped means?" Nova requested, jumping onto Jack's back and hanging onto his waist.

"Means I put up with you people for way too cheap!" he growled, turning around and throwing Nova over his shoulder masterfully before chasing the other two out in a fit of squeals of giggles.

With an amused smile, you left two hands on your stomach and looked at the ground where memories sewn into onesies laid sprawled around.

#jack harlow #fan fiction #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #bf!jack #jack harlow fanfiction #husband!jack #dad!jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #hated the ending but oh well

[nanasparadise]

hi! if you want to and don’t have too many requests, then may I request hawks from bnha with the daffodil prompt? he’s my favorite character :) thanks if you decide to do it

Thank you for your request! <3

"Determination" Yan!Hawks x female reader

Daffodil (unrequited love): “What do you mean? But I love you!”

Summary: As his therapist, you try to be professional with Hawks. Unfortunately for you, the pro-hero sees things differently.

TW: toxic relationship, therapy session, slight allusion to NSFW, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life.

“How are you doing today, Mr. Takami?”

For a moment, the number two hero’s face falls into a frown. However, his expression quickly changes into his typical easy-going grin, making you doubt you’ve even seen the sombre look in the first place. “I’ve told you before to call me Keigo, sweetheart.”

“And I’ve told you before to not use pet names,” you sigh, internally rolling your eyes at his stubbornness, “plus, I do think I already have accommodated your personal wishes by referring to you by your legal name, Hawks.” You make sure to accentuate his hero name in a warning tone.

“Alright, alright, I get it,” Hawks chuckles while playfully throwing his hands in the air in mock surrender, “ever so professional, doc.”

“It comes with the job,” you reply curtly, not entertaining his antics, “but if I may point this out, you haven’t answered my question yet. How are you feeling?”

Hawks bashfully rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

‘Strange’, you think, ‘this reaction is new. Did something happen? Maybe something good?’ Automatically, you lean out further from your chair, anticipating his next reaction.

“Well, y’know” he continues, “stressed. Tired. A bit hollow at times. The usual things you experience working as a hero.” Oh. So he didn’t make any progress. A feeling of disappointment is manifesting itself deep in your guts. The past few weeks, you tried every method possible to help the pro-hero handle the high pressure and expectations that come with his job. Despite that, he obviously hadn’t felt better yet. You can’t stop thinking you’re not fulfilling your task as a therapist.

Trying not to let your patient see your inner turmoil, you keep your stoic facade.

“But,” Hawks interrupts your train of thoughts, unnecessarily drawing out the word, “I’ve been thinking about finally confronting this certain woman. She actually makes me really happy, ‘butterflies in my stomach’ kinda happy, but I always chicken out whenever I try to confess my feelings, you get what I mean?” At the end, he slightly laughs at his own joke, though you know through your countless sessions he’s only attempting to hide his sadness with humour.

Your head turns slightly to the side as you listen to his words. “I see,” you eventually say, giving the man a small smile, “What has been hindering you from asking this woman out, if I may ask? We’ve been talking about building relationships with other people for a while, after all.”

A smug smirk appears on the winged man’s face, his red feathers puffing in a manner you assume means amusing. “For one, she’s awfully stubborn all the time. Always must have the last word in a conversation.” He gives you a funny look, but you don’t know how to interpret it. Though a feeling of unease rises in your stomach. “Secondly, she’s kinda distant at times.” He suddenly stops talking, opting to stare at you instead.

“Really?”, you reply, hoping to pry some more information out of him, “Would you elaborate on that?”

“She’s so cold to me when I try to show her how I feel. For example, I can’t even call her a cute nickname.” Your eyes widen at his statement. That sounds awfully familiar to your earlier conversation, doesn’t it? He couldn’t possibly mean…?

“She keeps insisting it’s because she needs to be ‘professional’. I mean, I get it, but I work as a pro-hero and still get away with a flirt and a smile towards a charming civilian once in a while.” Hawks suddenly leans closer to you from his opposite chair, his knees nearly touching yours, his face invading your private space by far. His gorgeous crimson wings trap you in your seat, the way they fall to your sides almost reminding you of an embrace, if it didn’t feel so oppressive. “What do you think, doc? Might give me some advice to help me get the girl around?”

It’s hard to stay calm when his golden eyes keep being fixated so intensely on your form, living up to his hero name. He’s interested in you?

Sure, you’d called out his frivolous nature many times, but you’d never thought he’d be serious with his attempts. After all, he’s well known for his flirts and one-night-stands.

“I’m sorry Mr. Takami if I ever gave you the impression that I’m interested in more than a professional relationship. Sexual encounters with my clients are strictly against my-”

“Who said I’d only want sex with you?”, Hawks cuts you off immediately. You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. “Don’t get me wrong, baby bird, I’d love to worship your gorgeous body, but you’re more to me than just a fling.” He grabs your hands at these words, effectively catching you off-guard and making you gasp. His thumbs brush tenderly over the back of your palms,

“Mr. Takami, I-” “It’s Keigo, Y/N, you know that,” he interrupts you again, an exasperated tone swinging in his voice.

This is going way too far for your taste. He’d already crossed more than ten lines during your appointments, but simply referring to you by your first name was the last straw. You feel anger bubbling inside you. However, you choose to let him finish his thought.

“I just wanna take you out on some dates, is all. Make you laugh, pamper you, show you how good of a couple we could be.” He shoots you a soft look, this time without any smugness in it. “I think you should give me a chance, Y/N.”

Suddenly, you feel bad for immediately rejecting his advances. You’ve been telling him for weeks to open up and be sincere, to not hide behind his hero persona, only for you to exactly disapprove of it. ‘No, stop, you think, He’s disrespecting the clear boundaries you set, you have every right to be upset.’ Determined, you tear away your hands from his grasp.

So you try to tell him this as nicely as possible. “Keigo,” you say, attempting to appease him. Clearly, it’s working as his whole face lights up in joy. “I feel flattered by your invitation, but I don’t date my patients. It’s against my policy and puts both of us in an undesirable and uncomfortable position.”

Hawks smiles at your explanation. “No need to worry your pretty little head about that, honey,” he coos patronisingly, “I’ll just stop coming to the sessions. You’re not my doctor anymore then, we could be together.”

You sigh at his stubbornness. “It still would have an immense impact on my work. Dating the number two hero will put me on the front page of the tabloids, I won’t have any privacy. How can I guarantee my patients effective therapy when there will be people after me, milking me for any information they get? It’d be too much stress and I’d be scared to not be able to be there for my patients anymore or even reveal some of their confidential information by accident.”

“Do you have to make everything complicated?” Now it’s Hawks’ turn to let out a frustrated sigh. “You can just quit your job. It’s not like you earn more money than me, I can take care of us just fine. Anything you want, you’ll have it in a blink of an eye.”

“No, Keigo, I don’t want this. I love my job, I won’t give it up for you.” You try your best not to sound too harsh, yet it doesn’t seem he’ll understand you if you keep being nice. “I would have gone on a date with you if it hadn’t been for the circumstances. I’m sorry, but that’s just how it is.”

Hawks glances at you as if you had crushed his world. With glassy golden eyes, he suddenly looks away from you and instead keeps his attention on a spot on the wall behind you. “What do you mean?”, he mutters, the question barely audible to you, “But I love you! Why would you not want me? You make me feel so incredibly happy, something I thought I had lost before I met you. Why would you not let me return the favour? I know, I can take care of you like no one else ever could!” With every sentence, his voice increases in volume until he basically screams at you. He seems so different now from the charming man you’ve got to know. From the broken hero you’ve learnt to help.

He scares you.

“I think it’s best we end this meeting,” you manage to say without showing your fear, though your heart beats so fast, you think he might hear it, “I understand if you don’t want to work with me anymore. In that case, I could suggest to you other great therapists who’ll love to help you.”

Finally, Hawks looks at you again. His eyes are filled with an incredible rage now, you’re afraid he might actually hurt you. Eventually, he gets up from his chair and marches towards the exit. You’re a bit disappointed he leaves without saying a word, but you can’t deny the relief that washes over you to see him go at last.

To your surprise, he turns around at the door, shooting you a final glance.

“If you think I’d just let you go like that, then you’re wrong. No matter where you are and what you’re doing, I’ll always catch up to you, darling.” He offers you a grin that sends fearful shivers down your spine.

“I’m the fastest hero out there and I finally have something worth chasing.”

#yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #yandere hawks x reader #yandere keigo x reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #tw: yandere #tw: toxic relationship #tw: therapy #minors dni #yandere prompts #yandere prompt list

[blackbat05]

You’re the best to me

Dad Shangqi x Mom Reader

A/N: Well! This idea came out pretty quickly! I guess some of these experiences are what I experienced with my dad and I thought hey, why not spread some joy into these fics? It may be a bit different from what I originally planned but I really hope that you guys like it!🙇🏽‍♀️ <University Blues> is kinda like a prequel to this?

Genre: PG 13

Warnings: Rude parents, subtle racism in between the lines (please everyone, in this difficult time, we could treat one another nicely) and if you consider Shangqi absolutely adoring his little Princess a warning and just being a supportive Sports Dad in general than suree haha👍🏽

The arena was filled with noise as the Xu family stepped in. Little Xu Xiayi was clearly nervous as she gripped her father’s hand tightly. It was natural of course, because she would be competing in her first competition.

Shangqi bends down, adjusting his daughter’s taekwondo uniform. ‘How we feeling?’ Placing his hand against her heart he gasps dramatically for god measure, ‘Wow there’s a train in there!’ It did work for a few seconds as he manages to elicit a tiny smile.

‘You nervous?’

‘A little,’ Xiayi fiddles with her belt. How he wished he could take away the nerves for his baby girl. But if there was one thing he learnt from his own father, once you’re on the stage, you have to learn how to handle the nerves. Still he was aware that his girl was only 7 years old and was just starting out in competitive martial arts.

‘Baobei, look at me.’ He sees her brown eyes that she had inherited from him. ‘Whatever the result may be, as long as you gave it your all, me and your mama will be very proud of you.’

You bend down, huddling together with your two favorite people. ‘Baba is right, whatever the outcome, we know you tried your very best!’ In an effort to make Xiayi less nervous, you squeeze your baby in a big bear hug. Just then her number is called with another girl who was at least half a head taller.

‘Go Xiayi!’ You cheered, giving her a good luck kiss while Shangqi fist bumps her small hands. As she walks away, you notice Shangqi smiling to himself.

‘What’s in there mister?’ You teased. ‘Sad to see your little treasure finally being free?’

Your husband rolls his eyes as he slings his arm across your shoulder, trying to find seats among the other parents in the stands. ‘You wish. As long as I’m alive, Xiayi will never be free from me. I’m just happy to see Xiayi being such a strong girl. I was able to do something for her that I couldn’t do for my sister.’

You knew about the siblings’ rough childhood. ‘I’m sure Xialing would be proud of her niece. She told me she really wanted to come but something held her up back in Macau. She sends her best.’

The two of you manage to find pretty decent seats near where Xiayi was competing. And it looks like both the girl’s parents came too. Let’s just say you didn’t like the haughty looks on their faces. Still, you and Shangqi remained civil.

The match was more intense than you expected. And you felt yourself glowing with pride seeing how Xiayi matched up against the girl. As the two of you settled into your seats, more curious parents came by to see who was this unknown wonder kid. A mom with two other kids in tow tells you that Xiayi’s opponent is the number two seed in the draw.

But you knew Shangqi and you couldn’t agree with him more - matches were meant to have upsets. Seeding was just another thing of the past.

Throughout the match, both girls couldn’t break away. Until now. Xiayi manages to get a well-aimed kick at her head, helping her to break away from the tied score.

Time-out. The two went to the benches below the stands, taking much needed sips of water. Shangqi motions for me to stay put as the other girl’s parents rush to her. Xiayi needs to stay focused.

Just then, the girl’s father makes a comment to his daughter that causes your blood to rise in temperature. ‘Hurt her if you have to. Make sure that Chinese girl doesn’t stand a chance.’

Your head whips to Shangqi. He’s heard it too and boy, you have never seen him that pissed off before. But he won’t blow up now. For Xiayi, he must stay cool. He still tells her one thing before she gets back on the map.

‘Stay cool. Do what you’ve been doing.’

You could not bear the intensity that was unfolding in front of your eyes. For god sake this was just a children’s match! Shutting your eyes, you lean into your husband, praying for the best. You prayed that your little baby would show those arrogant assholes that they were wrong. That they should not have messed with the daughter of a martial arts master.

‘Babe, you don’t want to miss this.’ Shangqi nudges you, giving you the confidence you needed to see it through.

And Xiayi’s done it. She’s managed to do a roundhouse kick to the girl’s chest plate, taking home the win.

‘XU XIAYI!!!’ You grabbed Shangqi, jumping up and down in joy. Your girl had just caused a major upset in her very first tournament.

If you were ecstatic, Shangqi was over the freaking moon. He flew down the steps of the stands, letting Xiayi run into his arms before lifting her up and attacking her in kisses.

‘Hey! Hahaha! Baba stop! It tickles!’ You smile fondly at the wonderful sight in front of you. Suddenly, all these fears that Shangqi had of not being a good father, becoming like his dad who was filled with nothing but hatred just went out of the window at this very moment.

A loud crash is heard behind the father-daughter duo. Xiayi’s opponent throws her bag down in anger, storming ahead of her mother who is left to pick up her forgotten bag as the father walks beside to appease his own daughter. He sees the three of you celebrating and decides to continue to make the parade of uncalled comments. Shangqi tells you to take Xiayi away first.

‘She got lucky you know? No small sized Asian brat can beat our champ.’ Shangqi wonders, he wouldn’t exactly seek his father for advice but what would he do? He decides to walk forward, extending a hand. The other man is puzzled that Shangqi didn’t flip out completely but eventually takes his hand.

Shangqi sees the two of you from the corner of his eyes. No one insults his family and gets away with it. No one will undermine his daughter’s efforts because she’s different from others. With that in mind, he attacks every pressure point that he was taught, refusing to let the other hand go. Obviously the man couldn’t do anything as his daughter was watching this standoff, ‘Daddy what are you doing! Let’s go!’

‘Hold on a second hon-’ He leans forward, possibly to beg Shangqi to release his hand before it gets severed due to blood loss. But Shangqi beats him to it, ‘If I ever hear you say anything like that three feet within my daughter and wife you son of a bitch, your hands won’t be the one in pain.’

The man nods meekly, on the verge of crying out loud. Once Shangqi lets him go, the obnoxious family got out of the arena faster than you could say ‘Cheese’.

‘Baba! That was so cool! You’ve got to teach me that so that I can teach the boys in my school a lesson not to pick on me and Jenny!’ Xiayi runs into him, wrapping her small arms around his waist. He turns to you for answers only for you to mouth, she knew.

Although Xiayi was just a kid, but she was very perceptive. For now, Shangqi doesn’t want that incident interrupting his kid’s moment of glory. So he settles with a, ‘Sure baobei, baba will teach you one day.’ He bobs her crinkled nose.

You decide to interrupt. ‘Now I usually don’t allow this, but who wants boba?’

At this moment, you wondering if you were raising one or two children. ‘Last one out of here is a dumpling!’ Shangqi pretends to sprint ahead with Xiayi running after her father, leaving you behind.

How blessed were you, when this man popped into your life. All because you ran into him on a basketball court years ago?

With Xiayi now, there will definitely be ups and downs, but you felt that as long Shangqi was there with you, nothing felt too much.

A/N: Omg I have no idea how this turned out from the idea in my head HAHA😬 I hope it’s alright! Not an expert in taekwondo or martial arts in general so I tried to rack some basic information that is buried deep in my brain. As always, like and comment if you wish and thank you for reading!❤️

Special shout-out to @wint3r-h3art @crazycookiecrumbles @ntlmundy for encouraging me to write this piece that I had in my brain within such a short span of time! I thought that maybe you would like to read it the moment it comes out🙆🏽‍♀️

#shang chi #shangqi imagine #xu shangqi #shangqi x reader #shang chi x reader #shangqi #mcu phase 4 #simu liu

[ramzawrites]

Just a day with MICHAEL and wine aunt y/n?

Babysitter Y/N Is On The Case

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Ranboo, Tubbo, Michael, Fundy, Philza

Warnings: While this is Gender Neutral, Reader refers to themself as Aunt/ gets referred to as aunt by others

Series: a request drabble!

Summary: Y/N was asked to play babysitter for Michael so of course who would they be if they didn’t bring some toys with them or tell him some funny stories about his parents.

Words count: 3103

Authors Note: I’m sorry I wasn’t sure what kind of pronouns you wanted me to use so I stuck to Gender Neutral but Reader still gets referred to as Aunt. 

I also was really excited to write it but lost steam halfway through, I apologize but it did help me get back into writing after being stuck with studying so much! So thanks for that!

Ranboo was sitting on the ground. Busy watching Michael draw with crayons on scraps of paper. He was currently making his own rendition of a family portrait and Ranboo couldn’t help but be amused with the way he drew him, Ranboo, and his best friend Tubbo.

He was tall, sure, but seeing how Michael drew clouds right next to his face was for some reason quite comical to him.

Tubbo was pacing the room up and down. His thoughts lingering on something else. Foolish was currently building their new home, a mansion to be exact, and he needed their help to map some stuff out.

At first the two wanted to bring Michael with them but Foolish brought up that a construction site might not be the safest place for a toddler. So, the two had to find a babysitter. It would be the first time they entrusted someone else with their adopted child and it made both of them nervous to say the least.

This place didn’t have the best track record when it came to important things like that and yet they still found someone who they felt like they could trust.

It was none other than Y/N.

Y/N did help the two numerous times. They were always there when trouble arose and they made their best effort to help the two through it. Both Tubbo and Ranboo felt close enough to them to even consider them family.

Ranboo mentioned this off handedly the day Y/N first met Michael and they looked shocked but also as if they were about to melt right then and there. It was this reaction that reaffirmed to them that, yes, they could trust Y/N.

A knock made Tubbo finally stop pacing and instead he practically sprinted down towards to the front door. Ranboo wanted to roll his eyes towards Tubbo’s agitated state but he felt similar. He just had more experience on how to hide it.

When Tubbo finally opened the door he was met by a smiling Y/N. They were holding a small bag in their hands as they gave Tubbo a short hug as a greeting.

“Hello, Tubbo! Babysitter Y/N is here and ready to take care of my little nephew Michael.”

A bit overwhelmed Tubbo let them in and closed the door, shutting away the cold winter air “Nephew?”

“Well you two told me that I’m somewhat like family to you, so, that would make Michael my nephew, definitely not grandson. So nephew.”

Tubbo just stared at Y/N for a short moment “I- I guess?”

Frankly he was a bit confused with how enthusiastic Y/N seemed to be about this whole situation. On one hand it was proof to him that Y/N did indeed take this somewhat serious and on the other hand this seems like it could somehow spell trouble.

Shaking off his confusion Tubbo began making his way up back into Michael’s room, closely followed by Y/N.

“Ranboo! How are you!” Y/N greeted the Enderman Hybrid as they softly put down the bag.

Michael looked up from his drawing and let out a happy squeak as soon as he noticed Y/N. He slowly got up and stumbled his way towards them and effectively hugged their leg as a greeting.

Y/N giggled as they slowly knelt down and put one hand on his head, ruffling through his bristle like hair “Hello, Sweetie. I’m happy to see you as well.”

“So, um, we need to go then. We made some extra food and put it to the side. Please don’t give Michael too much cookies or too much from the cake. He likes to-“ Ranboo begun to ramble off but Y/N interrupted him.

“Don’t worry, Ranboo. You won’t be gone for weeks. It’s only a day, probably even just a few hours. Nothing will happen to him. I’ll make sure of that.”

“Okay, but don’t let anyone else close to him, okay? Especially not Fundy. He has threatened him before!” Tubbo added.

Y/N put their hand above their heart “I hereby swear that I will protect little Michael with my life and make sure no harm will come to him while you two deal with your own business. Now, go.”

They were now physically pushing the two towards the stairs.

“You are awfully forceful today.” Ranboo noted, now worried after all that they chose Y/N as the babysitter.

Even so the two begun making their way down away from Michael’s room, all the while Y/N would continue push and poke them towards the door.

They scoffed “I’m not being forceful I’m helping you guys out. Besides, do you want to let poor Foolish waiting?”

“Alright, Alright! We are going! But should anything bad happen to Michael… Just saying, I have extra nukes.”

“Tubbo!”

But Y/N just rolled their eyes “I know. Don’t worry. Really. You guys have been good to me so I want to repay your kindness. Besides I have gotten quite attached to the little gremlin as well.”

Finally the two seemed to relax and grabbed their jackets as they walked out of the door. Y/N waved them goodbye and softly closed the door once they couldn’t see them anymore.

Now with the two parents gone Y/N made their way back to Michael, not wanting him to be alone for too long.

Back in his room Y/N found Michael staring out the window, probably watched as his parents left the home without him. Usually at least one person would stay behind so it must have been a surprise for him to see both of his parents leave at the same time.

He let out a few sad squeaks as he desperately tried to jump around, hoping he could somehow find his parents again if he just took a better look.

“Hey, it’s fine. They’ll come back and while they are gone I’m taking care of you, alright?” Y/N begun speaking, hoping he would turn his attention towards them instead the outside but he ignored them.

Y/N stepped closer, sitting down on the ground next to him while he was standing on the tip of his hooves, holding on to the corner of the windows with his hands.

Carefully Y/N stretched out a hand to Michael’s shoulder in order to gain his attention this way and it seemed to work. He let go off the window and instead twisted around to look his babysitter in the face. Both his eyes wide and glossy. Michael seemed to be close to tears.

“They will be back soon I promise, alright? In the meantime we can hang out!”

He still seemed to be close to tears and sad squeaks where still leaving his mouth so Y/N decided then and there it was time for their special weapon.

As Y/N got back up they held their hand out for Michael who slowly put his hand into theirs. Together they walked towards the brown bag Y/N brought with them.

An almost mischievous smile made it’s way on their face as Y/N opened up the bag in a way that Michael could look inside.

His expression immediately lightened up. The gloss seemed to disappear and instead he looked like he was in awe. He took his hand out of Y/N’s and moved it inside the bag only to stop and look Y/N into their eyes. Obviously asking for permission.

Ranboo and Tubbo really did a good job when it came to teaching Michael manners apparently which surprised Y/N a tiny bit. For some reason they suspected that Ranboo played a bigger role in this than Tubbo though.

Y/N nodded “Go ahead. I got them for you after all.”

Excited Michael almost dove into the bag as he got the little toys out. They were just simple wooden toys like horses, people and the like but still hard to come by around in this place. He sprayed them out on the ground only to take a closer look at the figures that seemed to represent certain people.

There were four of them. One looking like Ranboo, Tubbo, Michael and of course one looked like Y/N. They had to admit part why they did this was to bribe Michael but only a tiny bit. He was adorable and they did get kind of attached to this young Pigling as well so giving him gifts like that was only natural, right?

He grabbed all four of them and hugged them close to his chest, his gaze once again on Y/N’s face with a pleading expression.

“Yeah, they are yours! Just remember who got you them.” It felt like their heart was swelling up in their chest as they watched Michael hugging the piece that looked like them.

To Y/N’s sudden surprise Michael softly put the wooden dolls down, got up only to crash back into Y/N, hugging their body with his tiny arms. His previous sad squeaks exchanged by happy grunts.

“Alright. You want to play a bit? Read something? Or would you want me to tell you stories about your parents? Don’t get me wrong they are amazing but they are also idiots.”

Curious Michael looked back up which gave Y/N the chance to boop him on his little snout “Embarrassing stories about your parents it is then.” Which resulted in Michael to let out a sequence of grunts that mirrored a giggle.

Michael moved back away from Y/N and sat down on the ground. Grabbing the figure that represented Y/N as well as a brown horse.

“What could I tell you about... There is so much. Oh, if I tell you about that I think both Tubbo and Ranboo will kill me. Then again. You can keep a secret right?”

Without hesitation Michael nodded enthusiastically as he continued to play around with his new toys.

“Let’s start then.”

For the next hour or so Y/N begun telling stories about Ranboo and Tubbo. At first they only wanted to tell him about the little embarrassing things they did but it soon turned into a bit of a nostalgia trip for them. Briefly talking about how L’Manberg started, Tubbo’s presidency, Ranboo’s first day in the SMP and all the hijinks in between.

They made sure to let out the bad parts and mainly concentrated on the funny bits and pieces in between all the stressful situations and wars they have been through. That was something they didn’t feel like they had the right to talk about. Not without talking with Ranboo and Tubbo about it.

During all of that Michael was patiently listening though he was still rolling around on the ground playing with his new toys. Whenever Y/N thought he might not be listening anymore he let out a few squeaks urging them to keep on going.

The two new parents probably have never talked much with Michael about what they have been up to before they adopted him. To them there was a lot of pain connected to their past so instead they tried to work on their future instead. A future that involved Michael and hopefully a happier one.

For Y/N it wasn’t that different to be honest. They were right there at the beginning of it after all but when it came to the two parents they could tell Michael probably better than they themselves about the funny little bits in their past.

The time went on and at some point Y/N stopped telling stories and instead joined Michael in him playing with his new toys. He was also very adamant about the fact that Y/N used the Y/N-Doll while they played out scenarios like fighting off zombies.

It has already been after mid-day when Y/N came over to babysit so it didn’t take long for the sun to slowly set, soon the world turned dark.

When Tubbo and Ranboo first talked with them about Y/N babysitting they also made sure to tell them that once the sun is down it’s bed time for Michael which was a rule Y/N tried to follow at first.

“It’s bed time Michael. You can play later with the dolls but this is one of the rules your parents set up for me.”

He just put his arms in front of his chest and huffed out an annoyed grunt, still holding on to the toys.

Y/N smirked “Man, you sure are lucky that cool auntie Y/N is here. Let’s move bed time another hour or two but if your parents come home soon you have to get in bed asap?”

Once again Michael was enthusiastically nodding.

When Tubbo and Ranboo did finally came home again they heard a ton of noise coming from upstairs as the door fell shut. They were tired from the visit to the mansion since it took longer than expected. Foolish took the chance with them there to properly map out all the rooms. And with properly map out it really meant thoroughly.

He was so happy to see them since apparently having to build all this while having to guess how to build the rooms was a stressful endeavor. So, as much as they missed Michael and worried for him, they felt the need to stay and help out Foolish as much as possible.

He really seemed to be on the edge of losing his mind.

Though now they were curious why in the world they heard a rumbling from upstairs and Tubbo, determined as he is, climbed up the ladder as fast as he could.

Though all he saw in the room were toys strewn around, Michael in his bed with his eyes closed, clearly taking in deep breaths as if he was just running around while Y/N sat next to the bed with a book open upside down in their hand.

Ranboo was now joining the group as well, his expression showing his confusion to this situation.

“Ah, uh, hey! How was the day with Foolish? As you can see I got the kid some toys, I hope that is alright.”

“Michael?” Tubbo asked and to Y/N’s detriment his ears twitched for a moment and he clearly squinted his eyes even closer shut.

Now Tubbo turned to Y/N with his hands on both of his sides, his eyebrows turned down into a frown “Y/N!”

“We told you he had a strict bed time!” Ranboo chimed in.

Y/N set the book down and got up “Yes, you are right. I should have listened. I am sorry. He was just so happy with the toys! Anyways, I have to go now as well. Hope you guys aren’t too angry with me since babysitting him was a ton of fun. If you need my help again don’t hesitate to ask me.”

And with that they made their way out of the house. Ignoring the call outs from the two. Effectively fleeing.

While they were not thrilled that Y/N let him stay up way past his bedtime nothing really bad happened to him hence why in the end they had to admit that Y/N was a good choice for a babysitter.

So whenever the need for a babysitter arose they still asked Y/N to fill that role.

Of course whenever they appeared they would bring in more presents. Either more toys or things like books and building blocks. Over time Michael seemed to be mostly interested in the little dolls that depicted actual people from the SMP so Y/N made sure to at least bring always one little doll over whenever they visited him.

Telling him fun little stories about them and who they were. At some point this turned into their favorite little tradition with the Piglin kid.

This seemed to also be the same case for Michael judging by one little instance.

They were visiting Michael once again, this time carrying a Ghostbur-Doll with them only to meet Philza and Fundy at Tubbo’s and Ranboo’s place. They were all deep in a discussion concerning Michael which Y/N used to sneakily hand him his new toy which he happily put next to his others.

Both Philza and Fundy have visited Michael a few times already as far as Y/N knew but not as often as they themself did.

“Oh, good that you are here, Y/N. I ‘ve been wondering something.” Fundy suddenly approached them, missing the subtle gift exchange just beforehand.

Y/N raised one of their eyebrows, somehow sensing trouble from him “Hey, Fundy. Hello Philza, Tubbo, Ranboo. Sorry that I’m late? Didn’t expect to see Fundy and Phil here.”

Ranboo scratched the back of his neck nervously “Yeah, we didn’t as well. It just kind of happened.”

“I get that. Either way it’s nice to see them. What is it that you were wondering about Fundy?” Y/N turned back to the Fox Hybrid at the last part.

He had a mischievous smile on his face which didn’t seem to only worry Y/N but the other residents in the room as well “You have not been the only one visiting Michael from time to time, so we have to settle one thing. Who is the better aunt or uncle.”

“Just ask him then.” Philza threw in, sounding somehow tired of Fundy already.

This seemed to pull Michaels attention back towards the adults. Ignoring his new toy for now but still holding on to it.

Y/N didn’t want to show it but a satisfied smile appeared on their face. They had it on good authority what Michael would probably go for.

Fundy knelt down on the ground, so Y/N followed suit.

“Hey little guy. Uncle Fundy has been wondering who you like more. The super cool fox dude? Or the boring Y/N?”

Normally Y/N would have said something against it but instead they just rolled their eyes and made sure to put on a soft smile for Michael. No words were needed.

When Michael looked at bit unsure on what to do Tubbo let out a weary sigh, probably tired of Fundy’s hijinks “Go ahead Michael. Don’t worry no one will get mad it is just a question.”

“You- You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.” Ranboo tried to further calm Michael’s worry down but before he even properly ended the sentence the kid was already on the move.

Without even hesitating he ran into Y/N arms. Y/N put their arms softly around him and ruffled through his hair “Yeah! Suck it Fundy! I’m the better one! Hah!”

“Y/N!” both Tubbo and Ranboo exclaimed angrily at the same time but Y/N just continued to snicker as Fundy got back up and begun sulking in a corner. Philza was of course busy laughing.

There was no way that Fundy even stood a chance against Y/N from the very beginning.

“This was unfair! They clearly bribed him! Look at all the toys he got from them!” Fundy exclaimed angrily.

“All is fair in love or war, Fundy.” Philza reminded him between him laughing.

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