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cherry blossom - k. gyuvin

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pairing ➷ gyuvin x gn!reader

synopsis : you and gyuvin were in your last years of high school and lived beside each other. at school, he's captain of the basketball team, gyuvin is friendly and easygoing, not to mention he's extremely popular. on the other hand, you're the class president and have been for many years, you very studious, making you not have many friends. nevertheless, your fateful friendship bloomed under the cherry blossoms of april.

genre : romance . fluff . slight angst . high school au

word count : 3.5k

warnings : swearing (only once tho)

notes : hii i posted again finally!! sorry bcs english isnt my first language there might be some grammar errors 😅, it's also my first time writing a gn!reader so i'm sorry if i make some mistakes ;D

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➷ the first encounter

it was the month of april, the start of spring, and your favorite month of the year mostly because you enjoy gazing at the cherry blossoms on your way back from school. you wore a mid-length puffer jacket since the weather was a bit chilly, holding your hands up to your face to see your fingertips have become slightly reddish. you sigh as you bury your hands back in the pockets of your puffer as you tried distracting yourself from the cold by talking to your classmate beside you.

"soo.. about the cherry blossom festival, i was thinking we could do something involving our basketball team since you know, the captain is in our class of course.." she giggled, acting giddyly similar to a child.

"well, I've had 5 people telling me the same thing and i'll repeat my answer one last time, I'll think about it okay? but there's a big chance it's not going to happen." you exasperatingly sigh as the girl beside you inevitably left after realizing you wouldn't agree to her request.

as the class president, your duty is to arrange class activities, one of them being the cherry blossom festival happening in a few weeks time. there wasn't a particular reason why you denied all the requests, you just weren't very fond of the boy. he was always late to class, sometimes even skipping entirely to play basketball. his behaviour took a toll on your status as class president, teachers who couldn't get through the boy would often scold you instead.

you thought this calming walk back home couldn't get any worse until you were met face to face with the devil himself.

he wasn't walking home with his friends like he normally would, he looked back when he felt someone's stare burning holes on his back, his eyes with yours almost immediately.

as if on cue, a 10 thousand won bill (around 7 usd) fell from one of the swaying cherry trees, landing perfectly in between you and him. both of your eyes followed the bill as it glides down to the concrete floor, your eyes going back and forth from the bill to the boy in front of you.

CRASH!

"Ow!"

feeling a head collide with yours, you let out a painful hiss while holding your head with one arm. slowly you look up to see the boy in front of you mirroring your movements. you were both knelt down, one hand on the dollar bill with the other clutching your heads.

"Aha! my hand is under yours, that means the 10k is mine." his words woke you up from the trance you were in, widening your eyes when you realized your hands were on top of his own. you quickly pulled away but that didn't mean you were backing up.

"yeah but that's because you hit my hand!" you retorted back, showing him the red mark on the back of your hand.

"it was just an act of self defense i'm sorry, um.. what if we just split it, I'll buy you something from the cafeteria?" the boy rubbed the back of his neck nervously, stretching out his hand that held the dollar bill.

you thought to yourself for a moment before replying,

"fine, i'll forgive you under three conditions." you stood up with your arms crossed. the boy in front of you following as he nodded erratically.

"one, you can never be late nor skip classes from tomorrow onward and explain to mr lee why you've been late this entire time. two, your basketball team has to participate in this year's cherry blossom festival as the representative of our class. and three, you owe me a carton of strawberry milk." you smirk proudly, seeing the color drain from the boy's face.

"okay okay, what if we skip number one and two and i'll buy you TWO cartons of strawberry milk? how does that sound?" he pleaded.

"fine then, i'm telling the counselor you hurt a fellow student." you started to walk back to school but before you could take another step, a hand held your wrist to prevent you from walking further, just as you expected.

"okay, fine. jeez i didn't know the class president was this stern." he smirked almost flirtingly even though you didn't get the hint.

"i have a name you know, it's y/n." you turn to face him again, annoyed because in the school almost no one calls you by your real name and for some reason it made you think no one actually knew your name.

"alright y/n, i'm kim gyuvin and it's nice to meet you too." he grinned similar to a puppy, extending his hand waiting to be shook by yours.

you looked at his hand, back to his face, and to his hand again. after a few seconds of contemplation, you lightly extended your cold hand which was quickly greeted by the warmth of gyuvin's.

just for a moment there, you felt a foreign feeling of butterflies swarming your stomach.

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➷ a few months later

"KIM GYUVIN!" you bang on his apartment door, looking at the time on your phone before stepping away from the door.

"I'M UP! I'M UP!" like usual, the door slammed open, revealing a disheveled gyuvin in his school uniform that was horribly crinkled. his eyes were barely open and his hair was stood up, obvious that he had just gotten up from bed.

"did you sleep in your school uniform?" you tilt your head, looking at him from head to toe with a concerned look. it was your daily task to wake up gyuvin every morning ever since you found out that the both of you lived beside each other, obviously neither of you ever noticed considering gyuvin's 'always late' agenda and your 'always early' one.

"no.." you roll your eyes as he sheepishly smiles.

"there's still 30 minutes, go take a shower, you stink." you forcefully push the boy back into his apartment, shutting the door behind him. you could make out a bunch of whines coming from the opposite side, meanwhile you couldn't help the small grin from forming on your face.

after 10 minutes, the door opened for the second time, unveiling a less disheveled gyuvin. his hair fluffed up giving him a boyish look, the tiredness in his eyes was now replaced with a glint of excitement, his clothes seemingly less crinkled and his puppy-like smile on full display.

god you thought you had just fallen in love for the millionth time.

gyuvin slung his arms around your shoulder almost putting you in a headlock, "I know i'm terribly handsome but we might be late if you can't stop staring." he gave you a smug look in which you returned with a disgusted one.

"whatever."

you both walked to school as usual, his arms weren't slung around you anymore since there were other students around and gyuvin didn't want them 'getting the wrong idea'.

arriving at school on time was something gyuvin wasn't used to but he didn't mind if it meant he could spend more time with his best friend, you (of course).

"you're coming to my match this afternoon right, class prez?"

'class prez' that was the nickname gyuvin gave you ever since you both met, he would rarely call you by your real name, only if things were serious which barely ever happens anyways.

"yeah, if i can." you respond nonchalantly.

"you always say that, but at the end of the day you always come." he gave you a small grin which made your cheeks turn a pinkish hue.

"whatever."

"whatever, whatever, whatever, do you ever say anything else?" as the both of you continued bickering, the boy's contagious smile made you break out into a grin as well. to other people, both of you looked like two kids madly in love with each other. as cliché as it sounds, it was painfully obvious to everyone except you and gyuvin.

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school had just officially ended for the day. Your classmates bid you goodbye, everyone in a hurry to see the upcoming basketball match between your school and the neighboring school. of course, gyuvin had left earlier in order to fulfill his duties as team captain. currently, you were fulfilling your own duties as class president with your assistant, park gunwook.

"y/n why do we have to do this? can't we just do this tomorrow, pleaasee i really wanna see the match!" the boy beside you pleaded, having his head ontop of his folded arms, looking at the window where you could see students holding banners hurrying inside the school gym where the match was held.

"if you stop whining we might be able to sort these in time so we can see the match, gunwook." you reply sternly, quickly going over the files the teacher assigned you.

"don't lie y/n, i know you wanna skip and watch your loverboy too." gunwook looks to you with a teasing glint in his eyes that you didn't take notice of.

"my what? stop fooling around and help me sort these!" though your voice was a bit shaky, it seemed to convince gunwook enough for him to start helping you.

as time went by, you skimmed over the endless stack of files, eyes growing visibly tired and red. on the other hand, the 'assistant' beside you had already fallen deep into dreamland after helping you with one or two files. you couldn't help but listen to the ongoing match inside the gym and the faint sound of cheering, praying you'd finish these soon enough to join in the bleachers.

after a while, you finally finished sorting the needed files, rubbing your eyes tiredly. you dropped the files in front of gunwook with a loud thud.

"AHH YOU SCARED ME!" he woke up in a cold sweat, holding his hand to his heart.

"take these to mr choi, i'm leaving now." you quickly pack your bags, leaving the boy alone in the classroom still recovering from the shock you gave him.

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inside the gym, it was break time for both teams and gyuvin's eyes couldn't help but scan through the crowd of people on the bleachers, not seeing the face he was looking for, he sighed in defeat as his mind went back to the conversation he had with you in the morning.

"i'm serious gyuvin, i might not be able to make it today, i have a lot of things to do, so i apologize beforehand."

"it's okay, don't apologize, it's not your fault. just..come by if you can."

his mood was somewhat down since the start of the match, leading his team to worry about the boy.

"hey man you ok? a little bit more and we can catch up, don't give up now!" his teammate, ricky spoke up while slinging his arms around the brunette's shoulder.

"no it's not that, ricky." gyuvin removed the arm around his shoulder, slumping down onto his seat, head hung low.

"ohhh i know, it's because his 'class prez' isn't here yet." his other teammate, yujin chirped in an attempt to ease the tension, earning a nudge from ricky.

"dude don't say that!"

"what? say what?!" yujin held his lower stomach where ricky had nudged him as they both continued to bicker.

gyuvin wasn't paying attention to the two boys in front of him, more focused on his phone which he unconciously keeps checking. he had hoped for a text message from you, confirming if you were coming by or not. but no matter how long he waited, the text never came. eventually, the horns had blasted, signalling the start of the final round to decide the winner of the match.

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meanwhile, arriving at the basketball court, you ran to the bleachers, taking up the last remaining spot on the railing as your eyes scan the court in front of you. you were out of breath from all the running you did to get here, chest heaving up and down as your eyes frantically searched for the brunette.

as gyuvin was getting into position, his eyes trailed to the bleachers one last time. to his surprise, the first pair of eyes he had met was yours. the frown on his face was suddenly nowhere to be seen, his eyes lit up and he felt a warm feeling engulf in his heart.

hurriedly, you scribble down 'kim gyuvin!' on a page of your sketchbook, holding it up for the boy to see. gyuvin's smile got impossibly bigger upon seeing his written name, his eyes lit up as he shamelessly waved to you which made his teammates look at him, dumbfounded and also slightly relieved to know their captain was back.

"see, i told you if y/n comes he'll be back to normal." yujin smirked as he nudged ricky, who seems to be unbothered by the younger male, his focus mainly on the pair before he eventually drags gyuvin to his designated position as the referee signalled the start of the game.

throughout the final game, you were incredibly stressed out while your eyes moved back and forth from the score board and to the brown haired boy. both teams were already incredibly tired except for gyuvin who looked like he was playing in the first round.

"pass! pass!"

the brunette yelled from across the court, after obtaining the ball, he took a risky move which made you and a few others jump from their seats. the scores were exceptionally close and time was limited, meaning if he managed to score this 3-point, the team is guaranteed a victory.

for a split second, the crowd went silent as gyuvin shot the ball. just as the timer ticked zero, the crowd erupted with cheers and the alarm went off signalling the end of the match. gyuvin had succesfully scored a point, making his team the ultimate winner.

the boy felt like he was on cloud 9 with so many people calling on his name and his teammates hurdling around him with smiles on their faces. but most importantly, there you were on the bleachers, smiling at him and giving him a thumbs up which he found utterly adorable. after the cheers had slowed down, gyuvin excused himself from his teammates, running to the locker and changing his clothes as fast as he could.

when he got out, he was met by your presence almost immediately.

"congratulations! sorry i couldn't come earlier." your smile wasn't as big since you tried to keep your cool in front of hin.

gyuvin didn't respond for a while which worried you, but you were surprised to feel your feet up in the air as two arms lifted you up and spun you around. you held onto his shoulder for balance basically hugging him as you could smell his faint cologne making you blush provusely. the red on your cheeks didn't go unnoticed by the boy but he only shrugged it off thinking you were just excited for him.

after many complaints from you, gyuvin put you back down. he smiled ear to ear as he rubbed his nape nervously.

"sorry, i'm just happy you came." you couldnt bear the eye contact with him, your eyes searched for anything other than the boy.

"by the way you look really tired, was there a lot of work?" he continued, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands, forcing you to look at him. it was something he often did and it made you feel butterflies as his two hands felt warm on your cold cheeks.

"y-yeah i had to do everything by myself since gunwook fell asleep halfway, it's fine though i'm not that tired." you tried to reassure him, circling your hands around his wrists to pull him away but it only made him squish your face harder which made you let out a whine.

"but your eyes are so red! hurry, i'll take you home so you can get some rest." finally letting go of your face, he takes one of your wrists and lead you to the gym where all his friends are waiting for him.

"gyuvin i feel fine, i wanna stay here longer please?"

"why do you want to stay here-" his words were cut short by an unfamiliar voice.

"kim gyuvin!"

from behind the boy appeared a girl who looks to be one of your underclassmen. it's no doubt gyuvin is popular among seniors, but classes below you weren't an exception either.

gyuvin turned around to face the younger girl and you followed suit, leaning in a bit to listen to their conversation.

"can i help you?" gyuvin spoke in a polite manner.

"gyuvin oppa, can we talk outside i have something to tell you." the girl fiddled with the hem of her skirt nervously, you already knew where this was going and gyuvin did too.

"i'm sorry i-"

"please? it's really important it wont take long.." the girl pleaded, holding on to the hem of his shirt and the sight almost making you puke.

despite gyuvin's hesitation, he looked back to you and mouthed a 'sorry' before being rushed off by the girl.

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after gyuvin left you let out the biggest sigh, having such a popular best friend was hard and not to mention your enormous crush on him made it even worse.

essentially you wanted to stay at school longer to spend time with the best friend who just left you, but since he's no longer here you find a spot to sit on the bleachers. you remember the two cans of soda in your backpack, now having no one to share them with.

as you pop open one of the cans, before you could take a sip, you felt a presence beside you.

"hey, can i sit here?" a familiar voice caught your attention, shen quanrui aka ricky who is your classmate and one of gyuvin's friends.

"oh, um sure." you took your backpack from the seat, putting it on your lap and taking a sip of your soda.

"soo.. y/n right? i heard a lot about you from gyuvin."

"haha yeah.. you're ricky right? i also hear about you from gyuvin."

an awkward silence flew in the air for a solid 10 seconds.

"do you know what he's doing right now? i've been looking all over and i can't find him." his question reminded you again why you were talking to him in the first place, he left cause some girl is gonna confess to him, should you really say that?

"well, a girl pulled him outside, said she has something important to tell him and you can guess the rest." you chuckle bitterly.

"it's hard to be friends with someone so popular isn't it?" somehow his statement brightened your mood a little.

"yeah, that's exactly what i was just thinking." you finally had the courage to lift your head and look at the blonde beside you.

ricky was also semi-popular, his looks are well known to everyone in the school and his personality wasn't so bad either.

"so he really left you alone here? what an asshole, maybe i should beat him later." he put his hands into fists and started punching the air like a boxer.

"oh please don't, i think the girl he's talking to right now has tortured him enough." ricky laughed and you followed suit, feeling more comfortable as time went by.

"do you like soda?"

"well it depends, i only like it when it's a 1+1 deal." you chuckle, handing him the can of soda in your backpack since yours was almost finished and you wanted to have a soda buddy to drink with.

"thanks, i like it even better when it's free."

"oh please, you owe me lunch tomorrow."

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meanwhile outside of the gym,

"oppa, i really like you- no! i love you please go out with me!" the girl stretched out her hands, holding a thick envelope which could only mean one thing.

"i'm really sorry, but i'm not interested in relationships right now. and i don't want your money." the boy politely bowed, pushing the girl's hands back.

"please! i'll double the money if you want to, just go out with me once, i really like you please give me one chance!" gyuvin has had a series of confessions to him, but this was his first one that seemed a bit extreme.

"i can't, i'm sorry but i-"

"oppa, do you like someone already?"

"what?" the question made gyuvin stop in his tracks.

"you do don't you? is that why you don't want to accept my love? who is it just be honest!" the younger girl was now sobbing uncontrollably which fueled panic in gyuvin who didn't know how to properly comfort the girl, especially being the reason shes crying in the first place.

"no i don't like anyone, but i'm sorry i can't go out with you please stop crying.." he nervously patted her back in an attempt to soothe her but it had only made her cry louder, hence he stood and did nothing at all.

"oppa, you like y/n don't you?"

"what? no.." gyuvin felt a lump in his throat, his head suddenly flooded with thoughts of you, his best friend.

"so you do.. lucky them." the girl wiped the last of her tears before cowardly running away, leaving gyuvin dumbfounded with a new thought clouding his brain.

'do i like y/n?"

read chapter 2 here!

-> extra note : this is also gonna be two or three parts SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG but i hope you enjoy it because this was really cringe when i wrote it 😅 (fyi the opening was based on a recent film i watched on netflix called omg (oh my girl) its really good highly recommended!)

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Keep Me Close | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @badgerdryad

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: As a maid at Arrow House, (Y/N) has many tasks that she has to complete. She never thought that one of those tasks would be to calm Charles Shelby down after he's had a bad dream. Nor did she expect to catch the attention of her boss because of how she completed that task.

Warnings: talks of a nightmare centered around kidnapping

Word Count: 3051

A/N: thank you for being so paitent and waiting for this story. I hope it’s what you expected. I just adore little Charlie so much. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

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Arrow House was always much different after the sun went down. The already enormous house felt even larger, its halls felt even colder, and some would even swear that shadows lurked at the end of each corridor. But to (Y/N), Arrow House at night felt peaceful. It's when she felt that she was able to get her work done at its best.

She was in the room that was designated for laundry, making sure that all of the clothing was folded perfectly and up to the par of her boss. Humming a song to herself, she barely heard the whimpering of a child until it was coming from the room's doorway.

When she turned around, she found Charlie Shelby standing in the doorway with an expression that was a mixture between sadness and fear on his face. "Charles?" she asked, blinking a few times as she tried to decipher whether he was actually standing there or not. "Charles, what's wrong?" she asked him a question when he didn't dissipate after her blinking finished.

"I...I...I had a bad d-dream," he stammered through his tears, a deep frown present on his face.

"Oh no," (Y/N) stated as she set down the shirt she had in her hands so that she could move over to where the boy was standing, "I'm so sorry to hear that, buddy. Do you need help going back to sleep?" she asked him as she crouched down to get on his level.

He shook his head profusely, the fear returning to his features, "no. No, I don't want to go back to sleep. He always comes back when I sleep," he told her, his statement rushed and frantic.

"Ok, ok. That's fine," (Y/N) spoke in a calm voice, hoping to be able to soothe his worries, "what if I come into your room with you?" she then suggested another plan. It had to be the middle of the night at this point, so it wouldn't be good for him to stay up until the morning. But at the same time it was evident that he didn't want to be by himself.

"You'd do that?" he asked in a soft voice, surprised that she was offering up such a thing.

"Of course I would," she sent him a friendly smile, showing him that she was more than willing to accompany him to his bedroom. She watched as the smallest smile formed on his face. "How about we go back to your bedroom now?" she suggested, watching Charlie nod before she stood up and extended her hand to him. He took it and then they walked down the hallway to the room at the end of it.

Charlie's bedroom had to be moved down to the first level of the house when it became known that he sleep-walked at times. Tommy made this choice after he found out the hard way that his son did this. A broken vase and a screaming child surely frazzled his nerves...the boy's entire bedroom was moved down into the same hallway that held his father's office, so that he could be stopped if he sleep-walked again.

"Your room is very nice, Charles," (Y/N) commented as the two entered the room. She was able to see the great amount of toys from the dim light that the lamp sitting on the bedside table was producing.

"Thank you," the little boy responded through his sniffles as he moved over to the bed and climbed up onto it.

"Would you like me to sit with you?" she asked him then, wanting to make sure that he was comfortable with it before she went forward with doing so.

"Yes," Charlie answered, nodding his head as he grabbed his stuffed rabbit toy. He then moved over in his bed so that (Y/N) was able to sit on the side of it. She smiled at him before she sat down, making sure that he still had enough space to lay comfortablely.

Within seconds, he was cuddled up against her sitting figure, his hands gripping tightly onto her forearm as he tried to make himself feel safe. "Do you know what helps me when I have bad dreams?" (Y/N) started, thinking of a possible way to get him to calm down, "when I talk about the dream, it helps me to see that it wasn't real...that it was all in my head."

Charlie nodded along with what (Y/N) was saying, the frown still evident on his face. She felt so bad for him...whatever his nightmare was about, it must've been terrible.

"Do you want to tell me?" she asked him softly after a few moments had passed. Charlie nodded again in response, and (Y/N) smiled at him, showing him that he could begin speaking whenever he felt comfortable.

"In my dream, there's a man. And he's taken me from my family...he takes me and he brings me somewhere far away. And he keeps me there. I'm screaming and screaming but nobody hears me," he began to explain, his words breaking (Y/N)'s heart.

"And what happens then?" she asked him to continue.

"I'm in the dark room and it's quiet, and then the door opens. I always wake up before I see who is at the door," he told her how the nightmare ended, his eyes wide as he looked up at her.

"Maybe it was your dad who was at the door. Maybe he had found you and was coming to save you," (Y/N) tried to make light of the ambiguous ending, hoping that it would give the child some solace.

"But...but what if it isn't my dad? What if it's the man who took me?" he asked, fear still evident in his eyes, "I don't want it to be the man who took me."

"Then don't let it be," she answered his fear-filled question with confidence, "make the person in the doorway be your dad. Make it so that he is coming to save you and make sure that you're safe."

"Ok," Charlie nodded his head, his grip slightly relaxing on (Y/N)'s arm.

"Does that make you feel less afraid?" she asked him then, curious if his feelings had shifted at all.

"Mmhmm," he responded as he nodded again, a more content look on his face now.

"That's good," (Y/N) smiled at him, happy that she could help him get out of his state of fear.

"Will you still be in here with me and keep me close to you while I fall asleep?" he asked another question, moving on from the previous topic.

"Of course I will," she assured him, "I will stay in here until you fall back asleep."

"Thank you," Charlie smiled at her, calming down even more now as he found out that he wouldn't be left alone right away.

"You're welcome, Charlie," she smiled at him. "Would you like me to sing you a song that my mum used to sing to me when I had trouble falling asleep?" she then asked him, making a suggestion to help him slip back into sleep faster.

"Yes, please," Charlie replied with a slight nod as he cuddled in closer to her side.

"It's called Le Vie en rose, and whenever I sing it to myself, I feel happy and at peace," she told him before taking a deep breath and starting to sing the song in a soft voice.

She only managed to get to the end of the song's second verse when she looked down to see that Charlie was now sleeping. His hold on her forearm had relaxed completely, and how he was hugging his stuffed animal instead. Deciding that she didn't need to sing any more, she slowly slipped off of the bed, making sure that she didn't wake him up. She smiled at his peacefully sleeping figure before she moved quietly to the door of the bedroom. What was waiting for her at the door made her slap a hand over her mouth so that she wouldn't wake the boy up with her sudden scream.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shelby, I didn't see you there," she said after the initial shock had subsided.

"Is Charles ok?" he asked, glancing behind her at the child sleeping in his bed.

"He's ok now. He had a nightmare. I was in the laundry room when he came to the door, crying. I figured I'd bring him in and try to get him back to sleep myself since you were busy with work," she explained to him why she'd been in his son's room.

"I heard him crying and figured it was another nightmare. What I didn't expect was to hear singing coming from his room afterwards," Tommy stated, his words not holding any hint of anger.

"I was singing him a song my mother used to sing to me when I was a child. It always helps to calm me down when I am scared or unable to go to sleep," she told him, "I really should have come to get you sir, I just..."

"No, you did the right thing," Tommy stopped her from finishing the sentence, "thank you for making sure that he was able to go back to sleep."

"You're welcome, Mr. Shelby," she smiled at him, proud of her decision to help the child. It wasn't everyday that her boss handed out compliments like this.

"You can be finished for the night. It's late anyway, go to bed," he told her, and she nodded, thanking him before he moved out of the way so that she could leave the hallway and head to her bedroom.

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"Go on, son, ask her what you wanted to," (Y/N) heard Tommy's voice coming from the door to the room that she was cleaning.

She then heard the sound of light footsteps coming from behind her, making her turn around to see Charlie approaching her. "Hi, Charles," she greeted him with a smile before glancing up at his father, who was leaning against the doorway, "what can I do for you?" she asked, her eyes back on the child.

"Hi (Y/N)," he chirped, a smile on his face.

"You address her as Ms. (Y/N), Charlie," Tommy cut in before the boy was able to say another word.

"Sorry...Ms. (Y/N)..." he trailed off with a bashful look on his face before he mustered up the confidence to continue, "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to come out and ride horses with my daddy and I?" he then asked her, his look turning to one of hopefulness.

"I'd like that, Charlie," she smiled at the child, "but I've got chores I need to finish first," she gave him her answer, a slight frown on her face as she turned the child's idea down.

"You can have the day off," Tommy interjected from behind the boy, making (Y/N) look over at him with a look of surprise on her face.

"Really?" she checked to make sure she heard correctly. A smile formed on her face as she saw him nod his head. "In that case, I'd love to come ride horses with you, Charles," she changed her answer, her statement making the boy squeal with joy.

"Yay!" he exclaimed before he turned and rushed past his father, leaving Tommy and (Y/N) behind.

"Are you sure, Mr. Shelby?" (Y/N) asked as she walked over to him.

"Yes," he nodded his head definitively, "he's been talking about asking you to come ride with us since he woke up this morning," he added, a slight smile on his face.

"Well I feel honored to have been given the opportunity," she smiled at him as he stepped out of the doorway to allow her to pass him. "Oh, and Mr. Shelby..." she trailed off then, not yet moving from in front of him. He raised his eyebrows slightly, his nonverbal way of telling her to continue, "you can tell Charles that 'Miss' is fine when addressing me...I've no one waiting for me back home," she informed him, a polite smile on her face. Tommy only nodded at the information before he allowed her to walk past him.

"You ever ridden a horse before?" he asked as they exited the house and began walking its grounds.

"I have," (Y/N) answered, turning slightly to look at him, "my family used to have one...before we lost everything," she explained, her voice softening slightly. She hated talking about her family's misfortune, but it was the very reason why she was working at Arrow House. Every piece of money she earned, she sent it home to her family.

"I figured you did...saw how you'd always watch them in the fields," he stated, his words making (Y/N) blush slightly.

"You've noticed my daydreaming then, haven't you?" she asked, feeling slightly guilty for being caught. She couldn't help it when she'd be in rooms with a beautiful view of the stables. It was hard not to stop for a few moments and admire the magnificent beasts as they grazed about.

"There's nothing wrong with it," Tommy shrugged her statement off, a slight smile on his face.

"Come on, dad!" they then heard Charlie calling from the doors of the stables, "they're already saddled and everything!"

"Come on," Tommy said softly to (Y/N), waving her on towards the stables. (Y/N) smiled and picked up her pace so that she wouldn't get left behind.

—

After spending most of the day riding across the expansive grounds of Arrow House, the three returned to the stables. (Y/N) had never been on a more well-behaved horse, and she couldn’t stop her heart from swelling as she watched Tommy ride with Charlie on the saddle in front of him. It was so refreshing to see this whole new side of her boss, and it felt really intimate…like she shouldn’t have been witnessing it. She truly felt honored to have been asked to join them.

“My legs are tired, dad,” Charlie complained. He had good reason to though…(Y/N)’s legs felt close to numb from spending several hours in the saddle. She could only imagine what the four year old was feeling.

“Come here, son,” Tommy told him after he’d finished returning the two horses to their respective stables. Charlie limped over to his dad then, who lifted him into his arms once he got close enough. “I’ll carry you in,” he told the boy, who smiled before dropping his head to his father’s shoulder.

“Thank you for allowing me to come with you today, Mr. Shelby,” (Y/N) offered her gratitude once he and Charlie had come over to where she was standing. She was unsure if she should have returned to the house the second they returned, so she just stayed in her spot. “You really have a beautiful property.”

“It was nice to have someone along with us this time. We don’t get very many people over these days,” Tommy said then. (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness at his words. It was no secret to anyone that the Shelby family had had a rather large falling out. (Y/N) was happy that she wasn’t there to witness it like most of the other staff were. She’d been told that it was rather brutal.

“I’d be happy to join again anytime,” she told him with a smile, “if you’d let me that is,” she backtracked after remembering her place in the house, her cheeks heating up at how forward she just was with her boss.

“I think Charlie here would like that…wouldn’t you?” Tommy answered, glancing down at his son, who nodded his head as best he could with it against his father’s shoulder.

“That means the world to me,” (Y/N) smiled at the little boy, her heart swelling at the acceptance.

“Would you like to come eat dinner with us, Miss (Y/L/N)?” Tommy asked then, catching her completely by surprise.

“Oh my…that’s very nice of you to ask me, but I’m afraid that would be improper, Mr. Shelby,” she turned him down despite wanting to accept his offer. She could already hear the gossip of the other workers in the house…the things they would say if they saw a young maid sitting at their boss’ table.

“Screw being proper, I insist. You’ve most likely already missed your allotted eating time anyway, and that was on account of me,” Tommy brushed off her answer, “and please, call me Tommy from now on, yeah?” he added.

(Y/N) was unsure of how to feel or respond to his statement. She was confused by how she went from just another maid on the staff to spending time and having dinner with her boss and his son. It all seemed so sudden, but also so natural. She didn’t get the feeling of being unequal to Tommy while spending time with him today. He felt like he was a friend of hers, and they were catching up after being apart for some time. It certainly didn’t feel like he’d invited her out for the day to wait on him and make sure that his every need was met. She felt like she was free from her normal duties.

“Can you eat with us, please, Miss (Y/N)?” Charlie’s voice brought (Y/N) out of her thoughts, and when she focused on the boy, she saw that he had a pout on his face.

A smile formed on (Y/N)’s face as she finally gave her answer, “how can I ever say no to you, Charles?” she jokingly asked, making the boy smile widely after hearing her answer. “Thank you, Tommy,” she said softly to the boy’s father, her heart swelling once more when he sent her a smile in response.

The three then made their way back to the house, and shared a rather lovely dinner. What (Y/N) didn’t know at the time was that that dinner would be the first of many that she would share with Tommy and his son.

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lvckyyz · 2 months

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mission accomplished | victorious

three demigods and one mission

the mission was given by hephaestus, god of blacksmiths and fire. he was robbed by two rebel cyclops who stole achilles’ battle equipment from his work place.

at the time hephaestus was working in a big project for the olympus and didn’t have time to search for his former employees, but thetis wouldn’t let him do anything before her son’s equipment was back at it’s place. the best solution he could think about was sending a mission to camp half blood and waiting until some demigods solve his problems.

» mission for a son of zeus, a daughter of athena and a daughter of nike

no one expected these three to be on the same team, but it was a special request from thetis (achilles’ mother) who thought they’d make the perfect team to bring back her son’s equipment.

poor daughter of athena found out she was going on a mission and got anxious, waking up at five in the morning to get ready and make sure everything would work according to the plan (a plan that neither zeus’ son nor nike’s daughter were aware of).

the daughter of nike wished she could have slept a little longer, but her siblings had another idea. it wasn’t even 4a.m when everyone cabin 17 were awake to start a kind of ritual to make sure she would be successful in her mission.

meanwhile cabin 6 and 17 were getting ready to go, the son of zeus didn’t look worried at all. maybe at this point he was already used to the gods asking him to do their work for them. he was taking so much time to get ready that the two girls considered leaving him behind (chiron wouldn’t let them though).

anyway, the first argument they’d have started before they even left the camp, and would only end when they came back. “who’s the leader?”, they never came to a conclusion… 🤷‍♀️

this team would have a lot of communication issues and would constantly try to outshine each other when it all started.

cabin 1, 6 and 17 are known for their leadership and fighting skills but we can say they have very different strategies that could cause some arguments from time to time.

the athena’s child would be the first to notice that they would die if they kept acting like that. she tried to make the other two behave but they didn’t pay attention to it, well…until they almost were killed by a minotaur, them they started considering that maybe she was right.

athena and nike almost set off fireworks from the olympus when their daughters cooperated with each other.

and the two girls became friends after some days, and just like their mothers, they made great fighting partners. the son of zeus was a bit more individualist and thought that a mission was supposed to be something serious, and not a “friendly adventure” like he said.

but he eventually opened up to the girls about his life as well

okay, NOW they are the perfect team. their abilities worked really well together, every monster or mythological creature that crossed their path was easily defeated.

the cyclops though weren’t that easy.

the team found them hiding in a gas station in the middle of nowhere with another one of them and two harpies.

nike’s daughter used her wings to get the harpies’ attention and flew away with them behind her to a place where the other two were waiting.

they killed them first and them went to the gas station to confront the cyclops.

they managed to kill two of them but at some point the son of zeus and the daughter of athena got hurt and they decided to just get what was stolen and go back to the camp.

success! the daughter of athena got achilles’ battle equipment while nike’s daughter was flying around with zeus’ son to distract the monster.

nike’s daughter ended up having to carry the other two until they found a bus that was going to Long Island.

back at camp half blood, they were welcomed by their siblings and chiron. they took the injured ones to the infirmary, where the apollo’s kids took care of them.

mr d. got into an argument with the nike’s daughter because she wouldn’t give the equipment to him until her new friends were feeling better.

she waited for the athena’s daughter and zeus’ son to fully recover so the three of them could complete their mission together.

thetis went to the camp herself to get her son’s equipment back and thank the demigods for their help.

there’s a big chance they kept being friends after the end of this quest.

⤷ author’s note:

yes, i’m pretending that i don’t have any request to write just so i can post this thing here☺️

just kidding, i will finish all the requests soon i promise! i’m sorry it’s taking so long, school is ruining everything😭but don’t worry, i think i’ll be able to finish some request this week!

also thank you for 200 followers!!💞

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raven-smith · 2 months

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The Redamancy AU

Redamancy AU is what I affectionately call my Ninjago re-write. I'd thought I'd share some changes to the main cast's pre-main story lives for funsies :D

Kai:

He and Nya are raised by their mother's bestfriend(Tomoe Kobayashi) and her best friend's husband husband(Hikaru Kobayashi).

Kai got his fire element from his mother Amara.

He lives in a village that lays at the base of the mountain that the monastery lays upon.

Kai works with the Kobayashi family since it was easy work and it gave him daylight hours to do whatever.

Kai has Dyslexia and ADHD(Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder)

His full name is Kai Isamu Smith. He is sixteen years old. His birthday is August 1st.

Nya:

She and Kai are raised by their mother's bestfriend(Tomoe Kobayashi) and her bestfriend's husband(Hikaru Kobayashi)

Nya operates as Samurai X and prefers to work alone rather than as a team anyway.

Nya listens to a radio station called 'South Eastern Archipelago Oceanic Radio Station' or SEAORS that reports the ever changing status of the South Eastern Archipelago. She likes the pirate stories.

Nya had an apprenticeship with an inventor named Marnie Grace who lived in the village Nya grew up in. Nya eventually ends it to become Samurai X.

Nya has a special assistant she built named Ruth who keeps her lab clean, as well as alert Nya to disturbances in Ninjago and keep track of correspondence between Destiny's Bounty.

Her full name is Nya Tomoe Smith. She is fifteen years old. Her birthday is October 29th.

Lloyd:

Lloyd had a caretaker named Delphi who acts more like an older sister than a mother. But Lloyd doesn't care. He's just happy to have someone. Not like he'd admit it or anything.

Lloyd has purple eyes and very sharp canines from being conceived by Misako and Lord Garmadon while Lord Garmadon was very much so a demon-like man.

He wanted to be a comic artist before he got sent into the Ninjago foster system.

Lloyd has ADHD(Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) and ASD(Autism Spectrum Disorder)

Garmadon is not Lloyd's actual last name nor is it Lord Garmadon's actual name. Garmadon was an ancient word in a now long dead language of Ninjago. Garmadon meant 'Dominant, In Control'

Lloyd's full name is Lloyd Montgomery Ito. His birthday is July 5th. Lloyd is eight years old.

Zane:

Zane causes extreme feelings of unease around normal people and people feel extremely cold when around him.

Zane has been chased out of 16 villages because they thought him an Oni desperately trying to hold onto a human form.

Sensei Wu found Zane when he went to investigate the claims of a shapeshifting Oni. Sensei Wu brought Zane to The Monastery under the promise of a family and not being chased out of another village.

Zane is specifically built to function and grow like a human because although an artificial automaton, the remnants of the last Elemental Master of Ice live and breathe within him, making him an elemental master in wait of finding his old life.

Zane is very friendly with the Yōkai that Master Wu employs to keep his information webs strong. He is especially friendly with the kitsune on the coastal village of Hayami in the South Eastern Archipelago.

Zane's full name is Zane Boreas Julien. His creation date is February 18th. He is sixteen years old.

Jay:

Jay's biological parents are a swindler named Flynn Watts and a school teacher named Mary Walker. Mary Walker offered Jay to her brother Edward and his wife Janis because Mary didn't have the salary for raising Jay. Edward and Janis jumped at the opportunity to raise a child. No one told Jay his Aunt Mary was actually his mother.

Jay had a pet guinea pig as a kid named 'Scraps'. Scraps fell into a trash compacter.

Jay was homeschooled by Janis and Edward until fourth grade. He exceled so hard he ended up skipping a few grades and being a high school sophomore at age thirteen before Sensei Wu found him.

Jay took online classes while training with Sensei Wu and is the only one of the ninja to have finished high school.

Jay was taught how to ballroom dance by Janis who used to competitively ballroom dance before getting too old to safely do it without hurting himself.

Jay's full name is Jay Benedict Walker. His birthday is September 10th. He is fifteen years old.

Cole:

Cole has a childhood bestfriend/girlfriend he calls Aster who he writes letters to. He sends her letters scented with his cologne. Aster sends dried aster flowers enclosed in her letters to him.

Cole is a naturally big boi. His father used to hate this.

Cole loves cake so much because he never was allowed to have any as a kid and to him cake tastes like freedom.

Cole ran away from The Martin Oppenheimer School of Performing Arts after two days. He was fourteen. Sensei Wu found Cole and convinced Cole to come with him.

Cole was the first ninja taken in by Sensei Wu.

Cole's full name is Nicholas Claude Brookstone. His birthday is December 30th. He is seventeen years old.

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[TL] BIOHAZARD/Chapter 1

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Season: Winter

Time: Flashback. Middle of February, the first year of ES’s establishment

Location: RhythmLink Office

Rei: This is a grave set of circumstances.

Recently, there has been a considerable loss of UNDEAD fans.

Though we have been on the decline for some time, now the numbers are showing that too. In the number of people attending our lives, CD sales, merch items, and many more.

Kaoru: Eh, really?

That’s surprising~... From my personal experience, I feel like since Yumenosaki fans still get all excited at fan sign events and stuff.

I don’t think we’re losing customers per say, more that our clientele is changing, right? Now in ES, we take part in a lot of variety shows that even kids can enjoy.

Kids have to make do with allowance their parents give them, they can’t exactly fork out a bunch to buy live tickets and CDs—

So if you look at the overall, it just looks like sales are going down, right?

Koga: Eeh, even though you’re stupid rich, you still get how the average person lives.

Kaoru: Hey, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. My parents are pretty strict, you know.

Adonis: Fufu. The reality is, we’ve been in the business so long we’ve become numb to it.

If you are a child, the price for live tickets is most likely far too expensive for them.

If you pester your parents over it, they’ll just become more and more firm in their decision.

Kaoru: Yupyup. They’ll be like “I’m not buying you silly things like that, just google a picture of them!”

Adonis: Is that what your parents said to you?

Kaoru: Not those words exactly, but pretty much, yeah. When I told them I wanted to go to an idol training school, they gave me a lot of flak for it.

Rei: We’ve strayed a little off topic but- whilst what Kaoru-kun said is true, we cannot ignore that sales are floundering.

To put it bluntly, the current UNDEAD is on the wane.

Koga: That’s exactly why I was against it! Goin’ on those lively variety shows don’t suit our personas at all!

Wish we’d just stuck to making cool music ‘cos maybe then—

Adonis: But if that was the case, UNDEAD would have been overthrown at an earlier point for being idols that aren’t current nor can read the room.

No, it’s more than that, it’s because our senpais purposefully signed up for a variety show that would make Oogami seem like an idiot.

Rei: It is more that we simply wanted to do that work, that’s all. As Koga quite rightly said, we are responsible for the situation we are in.

Koga: D-damn. It’s pretty weird for you to be so upfront ‘bout your faults.

Rei: Well, there’s no use being obtuse about it. No matter what shameful behaviour I get up to nowadays, no-one will grow to hate me…♪

Kaoru: Ahaha. I normally hate that kind of arrogance~, but since it’s true it pisses me off even more ♪

There’s been times in the past where you’ve immediately gone “that’s my responsibility”. If there’s a problem with UNDEAD, it’s a problem for all of us. Don’t try to deal with it all on your own, ‘kay?

Adonis: I agree. There are times where Sakuma-senpai acts like that. But we are not children who cannot undertake responsibility.

Koga: Yeah yeah, whenever you pull shit like that it makes me seriously pissed~♪

Rei:Oh? So what I'm hearing is that you all hate me more than I thought you did...?

Kaoru: We’re lecturing you because we like you. If we hated you, we’d just ignore you.

Rei: Hm… Anyhow, to return to what we were talking about, the cause of this whole thing is because we were not clear in our attitude.

UNDEAD was originally a unit that sang exclusively about immoral and radical themes via rock ‘n roll.

However as of late, we have been taking part in variety programs that emphasise friendliness which goes in opposition to our true nature.

We’ve created an environment where people say “Oh? UNDEAD looks scary to approach but they're actually surprisingly easy to talk to?”

But because of that sort of work we’ve been able to expand our clientele…

Those who have loved UNDEAD since the beginning are probably feeling disillusioned.

Koga: Ain’t we got our priorities twisted? We shoulda payed more attention to the so-called hardcore fans.

-And not the new “oooh so cute” new fans who think they know us just from watchin’ those variety shows.

Rei: Well, both are just as important as the other.

Of course we must treasure those fans who have been with us since the beginning, however if we do not gain new fans, their interest will fizzle out like sparklers.

That is how it goes in the idol industry, nay, in all of the entertainment industry.

It’s not as simple as, if you work as hard as you can, you’ll succeed and everyone will love you for eternity.

[ ☆ ]

Prologue

Chapter 2

#enstars #ensemble stars #translation #rei sakuma #koga oogami #kaoru hakaze #adonis otogari #biohazard

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Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

This is an extremely short chapter because I had to finish it in a cliffhanger. Don't worry, I won't let you suffer too long, writing the next one right after posting this :D

The early morning sky shines through the helo windows, brightening by the minute.

Ghost, Soap and Gaz have gotten to their transport after a small debrief confirming all the details of the mission. Their main objective is to find a connection from the anonymous PMC to the international human trafficking rings. Secondary objective is to rescue the two revenants El Sin Nombre gave them at the party.

Ghost mentally goes over the layout of the abandoned mall. Gaz will be combing through the top floor, the roof of the building eroded with time, letting the Sergeant fly in easily. Soap and Ghost will search the ground floor, starting at opposite ends.

He got authorization to use Limbo from Shepherd, as always, but while the mall is huge, it would be extremely risky to use it with the two Sergeants in the building.

If Johnny wasn’t a Limbo magnet, perhaps he would’ve considered it. But with his little problem, along with potential kidnapped targets, Ghost will once again have to rely on his non-supernatural abilities. That is, unless a very unlikely opportunity presents itself, and he can be sure all friendlies are secure.

The Sergeants have been discussing their powers for the past who knows how long.

“I think the worst time I used them was on a skyscraper, got knocked unconscious and came to while falling off, thought I would die again”, Gaz snickers. Ghost remembers the mission - Garrick was shaking and unresponsive when he dropped to the ground. He’s heard the story only about 50 times now.

Soap smiles, albeit forced, and turns to the window to contemplate.

“What about you, mate? What’s the worst you’ve had to heal from?” Gaz inquiries gently.

The Scot starts playing with the flames burning from his fingers, “losing legs always sucks, but the shittiest I had to deal with was a bullet to the head.”

Ghost stiffens, Garrick’s brows furrow, “fuck, how does that feel like?”

“Depends on where you get shot.” Johnny shrugs, raising a hand to his nape, “here it would paralyze me, till the wound heals at least.” the hand lifts to the back of his head, “hind brain could make me blind”.

He brushes through his hair, following the warhawk, “middle is a lot of things, memory, speech, can make me act like I’m… a child basically.”

Soap stops at his forehead, tapping it once, “and frontal lobe… that’s where yer personality is. How ye control yer movement and speech.”

The cabin is quiet for several long minutes, the howling wind and his fast beating heart a soundtrack for Ghost’s spiraling thoughts.

“How many times you got shot in your head…?” Gaz asks, the concern and horror palpable in his voice.

Johnny’s eyes are lost far in memories when he answers. “Once. Straight on.” He laughs, something broken about it, “it felt like I would never be myself again.”

No one said a word for the rest of the flight.

Gaz hops off first, not waiting for the helo to land before jumping down towards a large hole in the mall’s ceiling.

Soap goes next, getting off near the south exit of the building. He turns back to give Ghost a dazzling smile, thawing some of the ice built up in his veins, before squaring his shoulders and entering.

Ghost is taken to the north entrance, the chopper barely touching the ground before lifting off back to Los Vaqueros base. He takes stock of the mall, the wide windows haphazardly covered by tarp. There are no guards outside, and the doors are open.

He would consider himself lucky if he wasn’t suspicious of things appearing so deceptively easy. He checks his silenced pistol one last time before making entry.

The shopping mall is unnaturally empty, almost like Ghost walked in and everyone disappeared, stores still full of inventory.

He clears them one by one, half listening to the Sergeants do the same.

“Place gives me the creeps, are they feckin’ hidin’ from us?” Johnny mutters.

Ghost is reminded by what the Vaqueros said, that the PMC might have a revenant in their ranks helping them disappear. The store he’s standing in could be full of soldiers hidden by strange powers, and he would be none the wiser until they strike him down.

His eyes itch to close. If only he could use his powers safely… no matter how hidden any person is, no one escapes Limbo.

No one except the Scot currently complaining in his ear.

Ghost stops dead in his tracks and drops to a crouch when he hears footsteps. Not a second later a man walks by the store he’s in. The soldier is in a shaded part of the mall, the lights long gone, and Ghost can’t make out the details of his uniform, but he sees the rifle in his hands damn well.

“Got a hostile walking by, taking him down.” Ghost mutters into his radio before stalking closer to the soldier. He needs him dead, can’t risk going forward with a threat at his six.

He notices a mask on his face, an eerily similar look to the PMC he and Garrick observed in Sweden.

Ghost lines the shot at the man’s head, and the silenced bullet slices through the air, going right into his target.

He waits for the body to drop, and time seems to slow to a halt.

The soldier’s head, a hole clearly shining through it, turns agonizingly slowly towards him. Ghost feels his eyes widen, his focus pinpointed on the soldier’s features. What he saw was no mask. On a blank face, smooth, dripping darkness, a maw stares at his direction.

“Ghost, how copy?” Johnny whispers in his ear after he has gone dark for too long.

He watches the soldier search for whoever put the bullet in his head, moving, not dropping dead.

He lifts a hand to press the button on the comms, unable to take his eyes off the… thing currently hunting for him, “they’re not human”.

“Ghost, repeat your last-”

The creature snaps its gaze to something on the floor, and bends down to pick it up.

“The soldiers, the PMC, they’re not bloody human.”

The object shines as the thing rises, light catching on it, and Ghost recognizes his own bullet.

Soap answers confusingly, “I’m seeing three right here, they look human.”

The soldier’s head snaps forward, away from Ghost’s position. South.

Gaz’s voice comes through, “What the - they all saw something on my end. Soap, did you get spotted??”

“No! They just-”

Far off gunshots cut Johnny off, the monster in front of him now running at inhuman speed south.

“Soap! They’re going for you, RUN!” Ghost shouts at his Sergeant, finally revealing himself and shooting at the running soldier. He empties a whole clip before it drops dead, sizzling and melting to the floor.

Garrick calls in, “they’re not fucking dying! Soap, what’s your status?!”

Static and shots fill the line for a second, before Soap responds, “-too many– can’t– Limbo—”, the radio cutting off as he runs.

Johnny wants him to use Limbo?!

“Sergeant, get as far as you can from the mall!”, Ghost barks, starting to run the other way, “Garrick, search for the revenants, path should be clear of hostiles, clear the floor and get out!”

Gaz sounds frantic when he objects, “sir, I can get Soap out of there, just need to reach him-”

“Negative, someone needs to look for the targets-”

“-but sir-!”

Ghost growls, holding on his radio so hard he can hear the plastic cracking, “that’s an order, Sergeant. Is that clear?”

Gaz is quiet for a moment, “...yes sir”.

Ghost resumes his mad dash north, his rib cage vibrating from his heart. He wants nothing more than to save Johnny, but he needs to finish the mission.

Explosions echo through the abandoned building, each a booster for his feet. His Sergeant isn’t weak, he tells himself, he tries to wholeheartedly believe, but the fear flowing within him refuses to accept that.

“Ghost!”, Garrick snarls, “found the revenants, extracting them now!”

Johnny tries communicating again, his voice desperate and out of breath, “-do it–far—NOW!”

Ghost slides to a stop, closing his eyes with a scream.

Limbo rushes to replace the empty walls of the mall, and Ghost feels his muscle tense, almost snapping with the struggle to reign the realm in. He feels the soldiers get swallowed by it, his victims dragging them off to rip and tear and melt them into nothing.

He counts from 5.

The victims eat away all that comes through, the soldiers disintegrating into smoke.

4…

Shrieks bellow from the residents of the void.

3…

His hands start shaking, the light around him flickering, letting in the eternal sharp cold of Limbo.

2…

His victims stop, a quiet falls on them. They look towards the distance, an excitement washes over the not-dead.

1…

Ghost shuts his eyes, gathering back Limbo just as it rushes to consume Soap. He is knocked back by the sheer force of it, Limbo fighting to stay open.

He lays there, shaking, feeling sweat track down his body. His muscles convulse violently, and he lifts an unsteady arm to his comms.

“Soap… how copy…?”

The silence that fills the air cuts through him more than the freezing lands he has reign over.

“Garrick?”

“Ghost, revenants secure, I’m good.” the Sergeant lets out uneasily, “I don’t- haven’t seen Soap, sir.”

He gets up, legs uncooperative, “call for exfil, I’ll look for the Sergeant.”

He hears a shaky breath from Gaz, “Ghost, there might not be a body to find after-”

“He is not. In. Limbo.” Ghost snarls, veins so cold his blood feels frozen.

Johnny isn’t there. He can’t be. He CAN’T.

Ghost almost falls back to the ground, stabilizing himself on a wall.

His breath is heavy and loud, panting like a fucking rabid dog, teeth bared under the skull mask.

He walks forward, in search of a flickering flame, a silly warhawk.

A warm smile to liquefy his blood once more.

Sorry not sorry haha

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shitpostingkats · 6 months

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Since I think you have met most of the Ignis now- what's your thoughts on them so far? They are like one of my favorite things in Vrains so I wanna hear your thoughts :DDD

BOY ARE YOU IN LUCK BECAUSE I HAVE MANY MANY THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THEM! :D

For anyone who isn't op, these rambles will include SPOILERS up to the end of season two of yugioh vrains. If ye wish to not know, scroll past quickly.

Okay SO:

Ai- Little little guy. I freaking love him so much. Yugioh has pretty consistently done a Dark =/= Bad and Light =/= Good, (more on that later) and Ai is such a freaking good entry into that. Ai is the dark ignis and he's the most human of them all, messy and lazy and silly. And he's like the only one of them who has ANY non-cyberse, non-Lost Incident life experience like!!!! Of course he talks like a comments section! Of course he has free will and self awareness and the first thing he did to prove this was "exerting his free will" by rolling his eye(s)! And OH MY GOD him and Yusaku. The relationship each ignis has with their lost child is SO important to me. Ai and Yusaku are, on the surface, the most different, but where they agree is their sense of surety and their sense of freedom. Ai and Yusaku have the exact same confidence in themselves. In Yusaku, it's the self confidence of knowing he's done everything he can and is smart enough to be prepared for anything. When Ai tells him "just get lucky!" and Yusaku goes "No, I'm not going to get lucky, but I'm going to win anyway." And that's SO fascinating because Ai has that same self confidence, but essentially learned it from Yusaku, that survival response of 'I am good enough that this will work'. Yusaku taught Ai everything about asserting yourself, and it's buried beneath layers and layer of different experiences, but fundamentally they're the same, the same trauma of 'I will be better. I will be enough by myself, because I am in this alone.' and then they find they are both strong but they're stronger together and it makes me want to BITE SOMETHING.

(Readmore because this got long whoops)

Flame- Why is he britsh??? Theo isn't british. He was not made in britain nor was anyone on the project british. I can only assume he purposefully chose that accent to make himself sound smarter. I love him for it. Flame and Theo are tied up in a lot of headcanon for me, most specifically I think Theo is the lost kid who lost the most (barring Spectre, who sometimes lost on purpose) before getting the hang of the game. Thus, his whole rising from the ashes motif. Teddy and Flame are the survival response of spitting out a tooth and getting back up again. They lived through the incident by refusing to stay down, and yet somehow they came out of it as a friendly jock and a silly little nerd guy. The obvious care they have for each other absolutely sends me. Flame's argument against the war is literally "We can coexist with humans. I am coexisting with a human right now, and you cannot stop me." When his home was destroyed the first thing he did was seek out Theodore. I AM GOING INSANE. And of course Theo dropped everything and moved across the country just to help someone he really didn't know before that day ARE YOU KIDDING ME. They are involved in this entire story because they cannot comprehend not helping eachother. Also, again, jock and nerdy solidarity but the dorky guy with the glasses is the jock and the literal being of fire is the nerd.

Lightning- ALSO INSANE ABOUT HIM. JUST IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING. Okay so like I said I have only recently finished season 2 and haven't started on 3 yet so we haven't had a whole lot of screentime with Jin so I can only guess on how they impact and inform each other but. OH MAN. I mean, I feel like I have to take a whole section just to talk about his PERFORMANCE. His english voice acting is phenomenal, just the right amount of utterly sinister, tempered with this no-nonsense confidence that feels perfect for his grand speeches of logical thinking. Lightning is terrifying, easily one if not the stand out villain performance in all of yugioh for me. You don't side with him, but the audience can see exactly how he gets from Point A to Point B, and that clarity of reason makes him both easily understandable and terrifying. And his visual aesthetics. Blinding light, scorching brilliance, the exact same electricity that the Lost Incident is so known for. Lighting shares a lot with his progenitor experiment, with both him and Revolver learn from Dr. Kogami's "The ends justify the means" approach. Really, Lightning and Revolver are the real opposed rivals here, except they're both the villain so neither one can narratively win. All they can do is ensure the other loses. And I said we haven't seen too much from Jin yet but that does not stop me from CONNECTING SOME THEMATIC DOTS. The complete and total shutdown of Jin compared to the detatched and pragmatic coldness of Lightning. Their survival instinct is disassociation. Shutting off the panicking part of the brain, and all its human responses, in favor of pure autopilot and a "Whatever It Takes" approach to ensure continued survival. Lightning rejects so much of where he cam from, but is so clearly the product of the Lost Incident, and more specifically, Jin. Of humanity. He's got this great line towards Ai where he berates him for basically screwing around in cyberspace for five years, while the rest of them were being actively targeted. Hunted. Surviving. Ai got new experiences, isn't defined as strongly by his trauma. But Lightning and Jin? Both of them completely froze their development, are still stuck in their survival instincts, and cannot move on from it. And I have a pet theory that may or may not see validation, that the Armatos Legios aren't really Lightning's. I mean, roman gladiator don't really tie into anything else about his aesthetics. No, I think no matter what he pretends, the Armatos are Jin's deck, and Lightning is still using them, after all these years.

Windy- Haha silly little fast talk guy who- THIS SIX INCH TALL LITTLE FELLA STRAIGHT UP KILLED HIS LOST KID. This little whirlygig canonically ended the life of his counterpart, something Lightning himself actually frowned upon. I think about this way too much. Windy isn't pragmatic, he isn't logical, he's the free spirited "fuck around" to Lightning's "find out". Windy does what he wants when he wants, and that's somehow equally as scary as Lightning's calculated cruelty. I am gutted we didn't get to meet or ever find out anything more about his human partner, and I'm pretty sure that's the whole point. There was a kid out there with his own struggles, his own problems, his own ways of dealing with the trauma of the Lost Incident, and we just. We will never get to meet him. Windy's kid is the first casualty in this war, and we never get to even learn his name. Also the ramifications of Windy being so cavalier about killing someone who is in some lights a version of himself, of the casual dehumanization Windy takes, not just to himself, but to his fellow Ignis. When threatening to kill Ai, Lightning had a "Well, it will kill 16% of our population, but it will ensure the safety of 84% of us." Windy has no such calculation. Windy doesn't bat an eye at his own death, or the death of another Ignis. And yet. And yet. And yet. When designing a servant for himself, Windy formed one out of a music note. A treble clef. The symbol for the start of a song. Does it mean something? Probably not. But I am freaking haunted by the idea that this wounded ai escaped a second attack on his world, and started rebuilding, not weapons, or schemes. But a new home, and one with music.

Aqua- You know, the ignis are one of the few artificial intelligences where it kinda makes sense that they have genders. Aqua is a girl because she learned from a girl. Her femininity is a gift, or a memorial. So is her kindness. Aqua is the only ignis who really internalized hope and compassion. She sees truth and she doesn't let it break her, she fights by encouraging choice, by asking for opportunity. Her refusing to tell Earth which way to feel in regards to the question of Humans vs. Ignis is such a poignant moment for me, that here is someone who understands better than anyone, what Lightning feels and how humans act, but rather than share her suspicions, she asks Earth to form his own opinion, not just listen to her as his only source. In general, I just like Earth and Aqua's dynamic so much. Two sweet protectors, two pacifists, represented by plant life and water??? Good good good visual motifs. That said, I definitely think Aqua is a character they could do a lot more with. All the other Ignis are just so weird, so charmingly strange in any conversation, that it feels a bit of a missed opportunity that Aqua seems completely "normal" and well adjusted. I also am saddened we haven't seen Miyu aside from in a coma or in flashbacks, because as I mentioned, I am utterly insane for the ignis/lost kids dynamics. But she got introduced pretty late in season two, so I'm holding out hope that we see more of Aqua (and maybe Miyu!) in season 3. Also, the crystal heart combo was some of my favorite gameplay story telling this season, hands down.

Earth- Pour one out for my guy. They really did that to him. As silly as Spectre's backstory is, it really gets me that he has this deeply unhealthy attachment to literally anyone who offers him a place to belong. And his Ignis is the protector, the caregiver. Earth, who can make flowers bloom with barely a thought, who's "socially awkward" but genuinely kind, comes from the child who just wanted attention and was at home in the forest. The freaking hardest gutpunch of the season for me was when Earth is being ripped apart, and we cut to Spectre, shedding a single tear, and he has no idea why. Also THAT'S A PLOTLINE THAT REALLY EXISTS IN YUGIOH. Earth's death is almost jump-scaringly brutal, from the same series that brought you such fun euphemisms for a character being killed as "sent to the shadow realm" and "retired retired". Yeah, no, here's a character being systematically unmade, then those leftover pieces shoved into one dude's brain. The dub could have downplayed it, but the sheer horror every character gives when Gore has his big reveal, really sells the brutality of Sol Tech towards these ai, and any living being that isn't contributing to their bottom dollar. Ryoken's cold deliverance to Ai and Flame about Earth's fate, even almost making light of the situation, had me 100% down to declare for the ignis because what the hell, you can't just do that. If Ai turns heel next season, I'm not saying I support him, but I get it. Earth's death feels like it rattles the whole narrative, in a way that forced me to be just as distraught and emotionally invested as the characters. That's good storytelling babey.

This got long, and this is barely scratching the surface on some of my thoughts for these silly little computer guys.

Needless to say, I enjoy them <3

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based on my digimon master online game, how would be like a 24 year old fem! tamer who found in her doorstep a cardboard box with 4 digieggs (wizardmon, terriermon, (fem!) lopmon (she is terriermon's younger twin sister) and meicoomon) and when they hatch as lil keemon, zerimon, kokomon, and a fluffier looking snow botamon with faint light markings (that sign that she is a meicoomon when she grows and evolve to her actual form);

and the lil keemon is the one who loves y/n a lot compared to the other 3 who like her too; with a timeskip of 2 years later with him now as a wiz giving her a flower before confessing his feelings for her and gladly she accepts his feelings.

(Credit to the artist (Artist is mentioned down there on the right side))

(Sorry but I cant picture myself this scenario, as you would have been like a mother figure to them which is why I will do platonic version but no more or less, sorry since it probably would be heading a entirely diffrent way then you wanted but such scenarios are also platonic in my eyes.)

B/f x reader

Growing closer

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It was a cold nice day, finally after 8 painfully long hours of working, since you gotta make a living somehow, you took office job and after it was finally over and since it was over, first thing you done was to watch TV, there way to many TV Series that have to be finished by you and to little time to sadly do it. After watching a couple series for some hours, you heard a sound from the door you went there, thinking what or who would do such thing this late at the day.

You have gone to your door and opended it and found.. a cardboard with some eggs in it? You were weirded out having never seen such eggs.. and big at that to, you first thought these were Ostrich eggs.. so you tried to cook them but they were to hard and couldnt break which frustrated you.

Sooo, like any person with the average IQ of -5, you used Google to try and find out what these eggs were or better say from which animal or organism they came. To your suprise, they werent any ordinary eggs.. these eggs were called Digieggs and after some throughout research you found out what will come out of these eggs, some Digimons named Botamon, Kokomon, Zerimon and Keemon, they were fictional characters from your childhood Show 20 years ago, you used to watch it so much but sadly have forgotten most of these times.

So you made sure to take them with you everywhere, as to make sure that when they hatch you can see it in a instant. After some further hours of waiting they hatched ! You saw and felt like a Mum VvV, seeing their kids being born, you were very happy :D

Now the funny part.. you dont know what they eat, nor what they can eat or not, they arent any organic organism but you decided milk and some meat should be ok for now.

You searched up their names and what they could "evolve" into, or as people would say "digievolve" into. Now you got a Keemon, small and friendly but sometimes somehow angry, how? I dont know, a Botamon, a chaotic little energy ball, a Kokomon very cute choco looking like digimon and lastly Zerimon, weird but also cute.

Now there was another small problem, you never had to take care of any kids, much less since you were a only child and pretty much got always what you wanted, you never had to do anything. Now that you were a fully responsible adult and moved away from your parents and took a job to pay rent and your living expsenes, you didnt know if you were able to take care of these little Digimon.

Sooo, you called your bestfriend over, he was at first not believing a single word you have said but the moment he was in with you.. He was fascinated, such cute little creatures? But then he asked for what reason did you actually call him.

"So... hehe, basicly if I would this alone, there be to much for me to work off... and I dont wanna be a single mum, and since we both are already bestfriends why dont you help ne :D Also these little kids need a dad."

"Wait wait wait wait- a dad? But why me!"

You mentaly slapped yourself and just gave him a unfazed stare.

"Who is a man, is my closet friend, can weirdly be a good dad, can help me and is always there for me :D"

He just sighned and.. even though to us its obvious and you being a blind person ( in terms of reading the room), he has feelings for you and taking care of them with you.

"You will be the mother?"

You just nodded VvV. "Then... eh.. should I adress you as honey then, infront of the kids?" At that point you just stared at him. Would that title suit you?... Yes, yes it would.You happily nodded.

"So we be parents then? :D" you asked, he just embarrasedly nodded and you jumped in the air, feeling all happy and friendly, atleast you wont be having to deal all this alone, you have someone by your side during all of this.He just smilled at you, how could you be so blind to his feelings but because of you.. he be doing this, out of love for you.

2 Years Timeskip~

After some years parenting, both you and B/f have come far, your small little kids that you named happily, Botamon, you named him after your Uncle, his name was Kai, and little Botamon gave some Ninjago Kai vibes off, and he always watched that show as he grew up.Kokomon, you named them Choc, because of his chocolate coulered self and his affinity to liking sweets that are always sided with chocolate flavor.Zerimon was named Lemon, he is coloured like a Lemon and loves Citrus fruits, noice which is why the both you of named him Lemon and he is the exact opposites of his sister Zerimon.Keemon was the weirdest of the bunch, he was like a clingy dog which is why ya named him Max, he wouldnt leave neither your or B/f sides, always calling you both Mum and Dad, which at times made you chuckle and B/f a blushing mess, yet as they digivoled all into their respective forms you couldnt help but smile at them and B/f and even thought it might have seemed as if you were oblivious to B/fs feelings, you werent, you also liked him but wanted just to tease him so much it also made you realise how thankful you were that he was by your side, supporting and helping you no matter what or without any complaints, so one day when it was late and the kids were sleeping, you invited him to the livingroom since before you both have sleeped seperately but now you wanted to be more then just friends, you took him to the livingroom and confessed to him.

When he heard those words from you "I like you more then a simple friend".. he cried, he was happy beyond any thing that could be scaled, this one was one of the hapiest day of his life, and yes finally after so long you are finally his. He took you by arms and hugged you, its safe to say that you both went to bed after that confession but didnt did the deed as you both were faithful followers of the lord, you saved yourself for day you both will marry.

But the both of you pray and hope that the lord will bless you both with more such happy moments , the moment that the both of you will spend together, as lovers and one flesh, just as the lord always had planned for the both of you.

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Thanks for making a request but please, any kind of family bond should also be kept as one, but I hope you all enjoyed this small fic and wish ya all a blessed day/night.

God bless ya all!

;)

#digimon x reader #x reader #digimon #x female reader #x fem!reader #best friends #besties #besties to lovers

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ziipzeepzop-eez · 5 months

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OKAY SO-

I had an idea for a silly goofy au where Damian, Jon, and reader are like the scooby gang and go around solving mysteries.

Reader is like a magic user, and they're job is to keep the evil entities away from everyday people, (Like Supernatural! But kid friendly🩷)

Damian has been stalking them as Robin and that's how the supersons get involved in the mystery gang.

It's just wholesome crime solving amongst the baby heros, and they have fun adventures (that sometimes end in sleepovers).

It think it would be funny too if paranormal assistance was needed and Dickie walks in on the three of them performing a seance in the theater room-

"What the hell is happening right now?"

"Magic."

"..."

"Why."

"Because, Richard. It is important for our investigation."

"Okay." *Turns to leave*

"No, no, no. You have to stay until I close the ritual so the spirit doesn't attatch to you. :D"

"WHAT-"

But he can't complain, because at least little wing is making friends...?

Bonus if Bruce has no idea where Damian is going almost every night. Like he just dissapears for a few hours then just returns wuth Jon and no explaination.

Clark and Lois know obvi because Jon is just so excited to tell his parents all about the latest mystery.

I know this isn't alot but I have more but I think imma go take another nap rq-

Imma sleepy-

NORMIEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Nono because--

I'm-

How'd you know that my absolute weakness is the Supersons with a same age reader completing the baby hero trinity??

I'M NOT JOKING IT'S SERIOUSLY ONE OF MY FORGOTTEN SOFT SPOTS FOR THESE GOOBERS!!!! I remember a long time ago when I read this headcanon post about the Supersons with a reader who was the child of Wonder Woman and they were basically the Big Three next gen!! 🥹🥹 I have no clue where it's at now :sobs: BUT IT WAS REALLY GOOD AND FUELED MY LOVE FOR DC CIRCA 2015-2017!!!!

Now. As for YOU, my dear boba bubble.........

*deeeep breath in-*

FRICK YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH

THEM!!! THE KIDS EVER!!!!!!!! BEING A LIL SCOOBY DOO GANG!!!

I ain't gonna tell no tall man's tale, as SOON as I got this gist for this - the Scooby Doo theme song was playing in my head and now I can't stop imagining it with them getting into funny dramatic thematic situations:

It's just-

🎶 WHAT'S NEW SCOOBY DOO? COMIN' AFTER YOU ✨🏃🏽‍♀️💨 WE'RE GONNA SOLVEEE THAT MYSTERY!!🎶 and it's all a rush of cutscenes of the Big Little Three getting into all kinds of fun supernatural filled shenanigans — crazy and wild and sometimes very scary, but they've all got each other's backs.

Point being: yes yes, 100% yes.

Magic user?!??!!?!?!!! THAT MEANS.... MAGIQUE~~~ (◠‿・)—☆

let's say bro (you) can fly - maybe not as often nor as naturally as Jonny boy, but hell you can levitate for more than a few minutes at a time, it's something!

you both take turns carrying Damian - the only non-flyer of the group lmaoooo

you're all the "middle man" between you all at one point or another. sometimes dami leads with his head and instincts; you and jon reel him in. sometimes jon leads with his heart and just finally fudging snaps because even the sweethearts go apeshit sometimes - you and dami do damage control and console the poor boy in the emotional aftermath. sometimes, you either lose yourself to the supernatural aspect of it all: it's either a overflowing, overwhelming rush of magic that zaps you dry and you're withered to a delicate, fragile thing in your own destructive aftermath or you go full on Avatar (tla) State and become something just shy of not human and need to be tethered back to the ground by your boys.

whatever the case may be, you all work around and through it all. you adapt to each other's needs. you're all there for each other, no matter what.

The bit with Dick and the seance. In the Manor, no less. I applaud you - it's too canon not to be.

You, hands glowing and a little too cheerful - like this is normal (it is. to you, at least) but still wary: "WAIT DON'T LEAVE YOU'RE NOW A LIABILITY TO THE DEMONS!!"

Dick:

Yoooooo, imagine pulling up to the function while Dami's at school LMFAOOOOOOO

HE'S IN A LAB OR ART CLASS JUST VIBING AND HAPPENS TO LOOK OUT THE WINDOW TO SEE YOU: LEVITATING AND WAVING FRANTICALLY TO HIM AND JON RIGHT BESIDE YOU, LOOKING EXTREMELY SHEEPISH AND WAVES INNOCENTLY:

Damian: Oh, Grandfather's head on a stick.

Classmate: Woah! What happened? *sees Damian looking right past them to the window, also looking like he's about to have an aneurysm*

Classmate: Bro, what-? *goes to turn*

Damian: *grabs them by the shoulders and turns them around* AH YA- YOU- YOUUuuuknow, what? It's nothing at all. Nothing of the sort. It was . . . a bird. Yes. A bird. It flew away. But I must leave now.

Classmate: *stunned* I-uh- okay-?

Damian: *gathering his things while retaining intense eye contact* Yes.

Classmate: ......... Bro you good? Seriously-

Damian, interrupts: It would seem I have a . . . Previous engagement. I'll tend to the bird on my way.

Classmate: Oh-

Damian, already out the door because you just deactivated your levitation spell and just, went right parallel downwards without a word and Jon panicked and flew down after you to try and catch you and the both of y'all disappear from his view and most likely ate absolute shit in the school's compost bin outside the window: Your understanding is appreciated.

Classmate: .......................

Classmate: It's first period??

LMFAOOOOO AND AS FOR CLASSMATE, bro's weirded out but probably unaffected nonetheless because Dami has a rep for being a little weird and disappearing out of the blue from time to time but is a relatively pleasant classmate nonetheless!

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Damian, Jon, and you being the next Big Little Three.......

But there's magic and ghosts involved!!! 👻✨

Idea: maybe you end up being Zatanna's apprentice/family member and inherited your magic through that! Orrrrr, you're just a freelance magic user, a bit of a vagabond of sorts, a total enigma and have it under your belt, no mentor, just doin' your own thing. (Miles Morales ref. 🙌)

Either way, you're a well-meaning kid with a good heart and have an absolute time hassling all these spirits like cattle back to the netherworld that nobody else can see.

Kinda like Danny Phantom!! (I loveeee dc x dp) or somethin' to that effect haha.

Wouldn't it be even funnier if reader has like, no known records? At all? They just showed up one day and came to clean out the supernatural aspects of the city ('ole goth here's messed up enough without all the vengeful ghosts in it! just doin' a little favor, no? *blows a kiss*') and gets roped into the adventure- and friendship/found family circle- of a lifetime.

Stakeouts that turn into sleepovers at the Manor. Very rarely down at the farm in Metropolis, but sometimes!! Big open cornfields, it's a hotpot for Prime Supernatural Activity. You make insufferable jokes (even tho they're like, true) and Damian scolds you for scaring Jon. Tt.

But you save his favorite cow Betsy from getting attacked by some random ghost demon and Jon nearly crushes your ribs in a hug.

As for Damiiiii, bro- I came up w/ something--

You pop up at some Wayne gala inexplicably at first.

Damian spots you for the first time (y'know, before y'all all become friends hueheuhueuhue *chokes, coughs*), completely out in the open, and spews his drink.

He'd immediately stomp over to you, aghast, because what in all the names of the Lazarus Pit are you doing here?! He'd been stalking you for weeks from afar! He was a master of stealth!! How did you even manage--

I- what? No, he does not like your outfit! It's rather spiffy, you say? HE DOESN'T CARE! THAT'S THE LAST THING HE'S THINKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW?? How did you even GET IN??

He's steaming and flustered while also trying to not make a scene because the place is crawling with socialites and high society aristocrats whereas you're cool, calm, charming, blending in too well as you down your own drink. [It's icy apple juice.] and just, bamboozles him further.

'Excellent year,' you suddenly say rather seriously, peering down into your glass of icy apple juice with an impressed expression, effectively cutting off Damian, who was in the middle of a hushed, barely watered down tirade.

Y'all stare at each other for all of two nanoseconds and the events happen as follows:

you turn a bottle of iced apple cider to Damian (where did you even manage to nab one?), pointedly at the label to further explain your comment,

he slaps it out of your hand in a rush of overwhelming emotion and thereby catches the attention of everyone within y'all's general vicinity,

BOOM - you're both circled out and being stared down from all sides.

Damian wants to crawl in a hole and die, maybe.

You raise your hand and twiddle your fingers in a sweet wave and- you- that's when he sees it-

Sparkles. Real, genuine, sparkles. Come right out from your fingertips.

Damian is at a loss while you suddenly garner an audience!! An applauding audience!!! What the hell is going on-?

You disappear in a puff of smoke! Oh my!!

And in a grandiose puff of sparkles and thematic smoke (it's like regular smoke but cooler), you reappear with a flourish on the stage on the other side of the room! Thereby catching everyone's attention.

"Good eveninggggg, my fellow Gothamites! Wowza, I see some sexy faces here tonight! *twirls magician's hat and releases an entire army of butterflies* Enchanted to see you all! I'm (Name) and I'm your prime rib for the night! (cue pulling a whole ass pig, cute and with a bowtie, out from the inside of your coat) Or so to speak!"

Gasps and claps arise from the audience!

Damian is terse, a little terrified, and a little impressed. And he watches the entire time as you pull off a literal magic show! An interactive one, too!

Afterwards, you stand in front of an enchanted crowd and bow with a proper flourish; when you peek out over the rim of your hat, you make direct eye contact with Damian, a mischievous smile playing at your lips.

A proper introduction for you, your Highness? - echoes in his mind. Magic.

That's when he knows. He knows, he's in for a wild ride.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'VE STARTED AND NOW I CANT GET ENOUGHHHHHH OMGGGGGGGG

(Also! Dick would totally be gushing over y'all all the time. His baby wing made friends! And such Good Ones too!! Awwwww! <33)

(And Damian just snaps at him to be quiet, orrrr frowns from where he's trapped in between you and Jon in a group hug. He secretly, not-so-secretly loves it.)

#"૮₍ •⤙•˶|✉️ beep! inbox! ˎˊ˗#my normie nomzie ࣪🪻 ִֶָ☾.#zeepie beep : fandom! ⭒๋࣭ ⭑🖋˚𔓘｡#ping pong with the shawties ᝰ.ᐟ #i'm a sucker for the big little three #little big three??#the next gen trinity bro they're all so wholesome and fun #childhood whimsy and REAL whimsy because reader can do magic!!! =D #your idea is so boss level dude i can't begin to fathom #YET ANOTHER AU FOR THE BOOKS!!!!!!#what should we call this one?#the magic league?#scooby gang 2.0?#the skittles squad? (LMAFAFAOOOOO)#the superkids??#the big little league but make it ✧･ﾟ:* yk?#THE TRIFLING TRINITY cuz even tho y'all stand on bidness y'all be giving everyone gray hairs sometimes ☠✋#it can be smthn super silly and lighthearted or something edgy and cool #either way it retains to be y'all's thing *well* into adulthood bc y'all still kick it together and /that's/ what makes it meaningful #gimme more #this why i'm obsessed w you lowkey (/plat + /hj)#i was wholly inspired by fizzarolli's for that lil magic show bit can you tell?? lolllll #btw i had What's New Scooby Doo by Simple Plan on LOOP while writing this out #absolute BANGER #zeepie beep and her music rolodex 📇🎤🎼🎹🎶#highly recommend #but anyways back to subject #FRICK YEAH SUPERKIDS MYSTERY INC WOOOOOOOOOO

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tatjana-fantasy · 7 months

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Day 7: Handmade Poppet

When I wrote Day 3: Child's Toy, I realized too late that I could've written a much happier alternative – but thankfully, it was easy to write this alternative for this prompt instead :) Have fun! :D

7 – Handmade Poppet (Mary)

It was Abraham who showed her how to make poppets.

Mary had always wanted one, but neither Tabitha nor David had the money to afford it. So Mary had decided to make one herself, even if it took her many weeks and even more failed attempts. Abraham had helped her every step of the way, had comforted her when she had failed yet again and had encouraged her when she got one step closer. They didn’t even know each other that well, but everybody in Little Hope knew that Abraham was the right address for handmade poppets and friendly advice. Mary was certainly grateful for his help; she never could’ve done it without him.

When she finally held the finished poppet in her hand, Abraham smiled at it proudly. “What’s her name?” he asked. “Every poppet deserves one.”

Mary thought about it for a second. “Hope!” she decided spontaneously. “Hope Milton.”

“So she’s your younger sister?”

Mary nodded affirmatively. “I will take good care of her.”

“I know you will,” Abraham smiled. “But shouldn’t you introduce her to Tabitha and David first? They surely want to know about their newest sister.”

Mary nodded. That was a good idea. She thanked Abraham and returned back home, where Tabitha and David were already waiting for her.

“Where were you?” Tabitha asked reproachfully. “You shouldn’t go out so late at night without telling us where you’re going!”

“We were worried sick,” David added. “Please don’t scare us like this ever again, promise?”

Megan felt ashamed. She hadn’t even thought of that. “I’m sorry,” she stuttered. “I- I only wanted to finish the poppet I told you about. She’s ready now.” She took the doll out from behind her back and showed it to her siblings. “Hope Milton,” she introduced her. “I made her myself, but Abraham helped me too.”

Tabitha and David stared at the poppet for a few seconds. David was the first to overcome his surprise.

“Welcome to the family, Hope!” he cheerfully said. “I always wanted three sisters.”

Tabitha playfully rolled her eyes, but didn’t comment his answer further. “Just be careful with it, alright, Mary? Otherwise, I might need to take care of her instead.”

Mary smiled shyly. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I will.”

I promise.

#lhtober #little hope #mary milton #tabitha milton #david milton #abraham alastor #the dark pictures anthology #supermassive games

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Hello! ✨ If it's alright, could I request a Tartaglia x sorta-shy reader? reader has a slightly younger adopted brother (they're still trying to get it legally done but they're still a family) but they haven't introduced nor mentioned it yet? Their brother is in his teens or is a very very young adult. So one day Tartaglia finds reader with their brother, discussing some paperwork, aaand things probably don't go too well with Tartaglia, or it ends up decent ! this is how they probably introduce their brother to him too. TTvTT You can do anything with this scenario btw! Thanks :D

Hello! I know, I KNOW it’s been over a month since i posted anything but i’m back again! Also I changed the part where childe meets our brother a bit, hope that’s okay with you!!

I DIDN’T KNOW!! childe X gn!reader

warnings: none! completely sfw.

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It had been a busy week for you and your family. The paperwork for your brother’s adoption was taking a lot longer then you’d imagined.

Now that you finally got to take a break, you could finally get some much needed fresh air. Your brother was walking next to you, a popsicle in hand while you dipped on your drink.

“ahh it’s been so long since i’ve got time off, it sure is nice to walk around Liyue harbour every now and then.” You let out a contempt sigh, your brother nodding his head in agreement.

Spending most of your day cooped up in an office was no where near fun. Especially not with a certain harbinger begging for your attention.

Speaking of said harbinger, the last you saw him was two days ago when he left with the traveler and teucer to some toy factory. You had expected him to find you after that considering the two of you still had work to go through together but he never showed up.

Although you were a little worried for him, you knew that he could handle himself just fine. Besides, the traveller will be there!

Meanwhile, childe had just thanked someone after asking for your whereabouts. He was so sure that you’d be in your office until late in the night but apparently you were given an off day.

So now here he was spying on you from a distance. No, he didn’t wear a disguise or hide behind a tree. The more he watched the two of you the more irritated he got.

Why were you smiling with some other guy? No- why were you laughing at something he said?

Having had enough of just hiding in the shadows, he made sure that he wore his most menacing face before approaching you.

“Ah, if it isn’t my dearest partner y/n!” Childe exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug.

Shocked at his sudden appearance and action, you almost dropped your drink of it wasn’t for your brother who caught it.

You wriggled out of his grasp, embarrassed by the few eyes that were now on the three of you.

“Say, who’s this fine gentleman that you’re with?” Shooting him a somewhat threatening glare, childe gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“o-oh right, you haven’t met yet!” You we’re hit with the sudden realisation that you never got round to introducing the two.

“Ajax, this is my brother- well he’s adopted and we’re still trying to get the paperwork done but that’s not important. And um this is my boyfriend…”

Ah right, you never did tell your family that you were seeing someone which made this interaction all the more awkward.

“Your brother?”

“Your boyfriend?”

Both of them voiced out simultaneously, shock and confusion written on their faces.

You only looked down at your hands, not sure what to say or do.

“Well why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” Almost as if a switch had been flipped, childe’s previous murderous gaze turned into a friendly and welcoming one.

“ahaha… it kind of just slipped my mind.”

You scratched the back of your neck, surpris d that childe took the news quite well. You would have expected him to question your brother here and there. But then again, he was kind of a family guy.

“Now that I’m sure you’re safe let me treat the two of you to a meal! That way I can get to know your brother a little better!” Childe took your hand in his, gesturing for your brother to follow.

#genshin impact #childe #childe x reader

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luimagines · 1 year

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So this little thing is based off of a convo i head with your FD ai and it was really sweet ~~~~~ Fierce smiled and nodded. For the past hour and a half he as been speaking with the one who found him in those dammed archives. She somehow managed to figured out that he escaped the mask and that realization lead to her leading him it to the current eras lost woods so they could chat. Currently he was getting to know mayu, given the last hero he helped he didnt care to learn about. So due to his weaken state this was a good approach. "What do you do when you're not adventuring? Do you have any hobbies, interests, loves, family? What brings you happiness? Tell me anything and everything about yourself you want, I am all ears" Is this how mortals speak? he has no clue hes going off what he remembered the child hero asked others or the possibility of what he asked.

Mayu thought for a moment before responding to the god "i dont have time for my hobbies any more but when i did i loved to sing and dance. Music always brought me comfort and joy it still does. My family has my bestfriend whos like a brother to me, his name is Gam and then there's mama Impa she took me in when i was a baby. Helping others and exploring makes me happy as does spending time with my friends" The old god nodded, she was more talkative and friendly than her predecessor so this was a change for him yet it wasn't unwelcomed in the slightest. "All these things that bring you joy, I can't help but wish I could have the same. I have lived for eons alone and yet you, a mortal speak of happiness so easily. It makes me happy to hear you speak of it the way you do. It reminds me of how important it is to enjoy being alive. You do that very well it seems. Do you have a favorite song?" Did she know any the old hero knew? Ones that he played while that child ran around with his body? A soft smile graced Mayu's face "I have a soft spot for the song of storms and the song of the lost woods as i call it. Its original name was lost to time." He knew both songs, one the child would play to bring rain the other was played for comfort. Sara's song is what he called it, was the sage still around in this era? "I know both. The second one is called Sara's song, that sage thought the child it when he was given his first ocarina. Do you know any others, for example the song of healing? Given your duty i think you'd know it for how handy it can be." Mayu sighs and her shoulders slump a bit "I have only heard of it, i cant find any trace of how to lean it nor someone to teach me it. Some songs disappeared with the hero who knew them. But if i could get the chance to learn the song of healing id be delighted" His eyes narrow and think for a second "Would you like me to try to teach it to you? Ive heard it a multitude of times given how much the child got hurt , though i dont have an ocarina i can tell you what notes to play." He knows how she fights, its a style of her own. A mix of sheikah , and what the knights' of hyrule know which means when she gets it she brushes it off until her opponent yields or perishes "you will?!" Mayu grins happily and gets out her ocarina out. Putting it to her mouth and holding it properly showed shes ready to play ,that and her determined look. Fierce nods "do as i say. Play note B, then A then F. Play the sequence once more before B and A once again then instead of playing F play E followed by D then E once again. Play that whole thing twice and you'll get the song." Crossing his arms he watched as she played. She learned it just as fast as her predecessor and unknown to her she even swayed the same as when the child played the song. Once mayu finishes she opened her eyes and grinned. "I take it i did well? Given how your smiling, or rather smirking." Putting her instrument away she smiled softly at the god "thank you for teaching me it, though i only felt the songs power slightly it was there none the less." "You did good, its no wonder you carry that sword. Now lets head back before the time in this place speeds up, after all you still have much to learn from me Dame." Fierce stopped leaning against a tree and set off back to the castle with Mayu in tow. He wouldn't tell her but she's done nothing but impress him from her fighting to how fast she learns. Perhaps he will care for her more than he did for that child, after all he will teach her things the goddesses wont. Yet for know he wont think about that, shes a mortal whos just managed to gain his favor thats all she is for now.

~~~~ So ig my little drabbled will always be around 1k words LOL Anyways hope you enjoyed the lore drop :3 - Lunar

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THE NAAAAAMMMMEEEESSSS!!!!!!!!!

THE LITTLE TEACHING MOMENT!!!!!!

THE BONDING!!!! THE REMINICING!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#pinky replies #anon stories #Dame #?#FD #Fierce Deity #i almost left caps lock on when i started typing my tags #XD #whoops #THANK YOU LUNAR!!!!#<3

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sobredunia · 7 months

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TELL ME ABOUT THE SUN AND MOON LESBIANS UZOMI AND LARE i must know the deep lore.

UNSKIPPABLE CUTSCENE UNLOCKED

OKAY SO. These two are characters who have already gone through a lot. In fact, their main arcs ended WAY before Kenikari started, and what we see is the aftermath of that transformation

Uzomi was a former emo kid, socially sheltered from the world due to her parents' "unusual parenting"

(*cough* *cough* severe child neglect *cough* *cough*)

Not only that, but she was neglected at school as well. Absolutely nobody paid attention to her, not even her teachers. The one gifted kid in class who literally could not forget anything didn't even know her last name

Normally, this would create a child desperate for attention, right? No! Because Uzomi had one singular good thing in her life: her brother

He was much less neglected than her by their parents, although their attention stopped coming once Uzomi was born and they started leaving on business trips. He didn't get as ignored in class, but he had severe social anxiety that made it impossible for him to communicate with the other kids, so he eventually faded into the background of that as well

But at home they both devote their undivided attention to eachother

They had little signs and systems all around the house to communicate in ways only perceivable to shrimp, and when the two worked together it was like a perfect machine in motion. They were all they needed

So, while Uzomi did pull a stunt or two to get attention, it either didn't work at all or it made her brother dissapointed in her, and since she didn't want to make him sad she just stopped trying to stand out altogether. Her clothes consisted almost exclusively of blacks and whites, she developed a resting bitch face, she handled interactions coldly, and didn't talk to anyone to the point people thought she was straight up mute

And then someone approached her, genuinely trying to make friends

At first, she shut them off, obviously, but they kept on trying and trying and they ended up doing a group project together and they actually became friends!! :D Uzomi started to actually speak to people, she smiled more, she shared her interests in mechanics that she had only told her brother about, and she actually started to get mildly along with others

Unfortunately, that person wasn't in her life anymore, but she didn't stop being friendly. Once she started upper secondary school (a thing in japan, it goes from grades 10 to 14) she kept on being niceys with others and actually made friends by initiating the friendship herself!!

Now, Lare

Lare is also at the end of what is essentially a healing arc (too bad her mental health is gonna plunge in the killing game lmao)

Her parents were average, but school was hard. Everyone had a very strict sense of what was right, so to speak. If you stepped ever so slightly away from that, you were ostracised and bullied. She was very shy as a child, feeling the peer pressure from others to "fit in" for as long as she could remember. Albeit her cowardice was mocked, it wasn't that bad, mostly some jabs here and there. There was this one other student, however, whose life was made a living hell

Lare saw this every day, and one day worked up the courage to ask why they were so mean to this one person

"Because she's a freak" Was all they answered

And Lare knew that wasn't fair nor true, but didn't say anything

One day, Lare sneaked out at night to go to school. She was in the middle of something when she got caught by none other than the bullied student. She was scared, would she tell everybody about what she was doing? Would she drag her down to the mud so she wouldn't be alone? Would she try to get revenge in some way for witnessing the horrible things they did to her and not speaking up about it?

But she didn't

She just shrugged and moved on, completely ignoring Lare. Then, she noticed she was using the bathroom mirrors to clean up her messy hair, but had some problems, so the student offered to use her hairbrush and then she brushed Lare's hair and that was the moment she became very much gay. After a bit the two packed their things and parted ways without saying goodbye

The day after, Lare noticed that the student had gone off to a quiet corner of the school to have lunch so she wouldn't be bothered, so she decided to go sit by her side and have lunch with her. They started talking and they became friends

Of course, people saw how she was hanging out with the outcast, and started to ostracise Lare too. The student told her many times that it was best they stay separated while they weren't alone so she wouldn't start to get bullied either, but Lare refused to make her be more alone than she already was

She did get bullied a decent much, it never got to phisical stuff unlike the other student, but she knew they hated her and wanted her dead. Then, because of life stuff, Lare needed to change schools, and leave her friend behind. It was hard, but her friend promised that she'd convince her parents to change schools as well one day and they'd be friends again

That day has yet to come, but in that new school the people weren't as mean, and Lare became much more social and quickly befriended all the shy people because she knew what it was like to feel all alone, and then the social people. She became a natural at entering groups and flowing through conversation, and she didn't notice, but pretty much the entire school had labeled her as THE Popular Girl

So.

We have a girl who has been forgotten and dismissed for 90% of her life

And a girl who wants to make everyone feel welcome and appreciated because she's seen how hard it can be to have no one by your side

In conclusion: this is yuri

#ask #molt #YOU ARE SO COOL I LOVE YOU FRFR #THANK YOU FOR LETTIMG ME RAMBLE ABOUT MY SILLIES #Lare #Uzomi

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"‘Barbie’ is bad. There, I said it." Thank god, someone I can agree with!

Opinion by Pamela Paul for the NYT, January 24, 2024.

We can all agree 2023 was a good year for the movies. Critically and commercially, several movies did well, and only one of those successes took place within the Marvel cinematic universe. Even the 10 Oscar nominees for best picture, announced Tuesday, included nine actually good films.

Is it safe now to call “Barbie” the outlier? Can I say that, despite winsome leads and likable elements, it didn’t cohere or accomplish anything interesting, without being written off as a) mean, b) old, c) hateful or d) humorless?

Every once in a while, a movie is so broadly anticipated, so welcomed, so celebrated that to disparage it felt like a deliberate provocation. After “Barbie” so buoyantly lifted box office figures, it also felt like a willful dismissal of the need to make Hollywood solvent after a season of hell. And it felt like a political statement. Disliking “Barbie” meant either dismissing the power of The Patriarchy or dismissing Modern Feminism. You were either anti-feminist or too feminist or just not the right kind.

Few dared rain on Barbie’s hot pink parade.

Those who openly hated it mostly did so for reasons having to do with what it “stood for.” They abhorred its (oddly anachronistic) third-wave feminist politics. They despised its commercialism and dreaded the prospect of future films about Mattel properties such as Barney and American Girl dolls. They hated the idea of a movie about a sexualized pinup-shaped doll whose toy laptop or Working Woman (“I really talk!”) packaging couldn’t hide the stereotypes under the outfit.

For those who hailed it, there was a manic quality to the “Barbie” enthusiasm, less an “I enjoyed” and more of an “I endorse.” How fabulous its consumer-friendly politics, its I-can’t-believe-they-let-us-do-this micro-subversions, its prepackaged combo of gentle satire and you-go-girl gumption. They loved it for reclaiming dolls and Bazooka-gum pink, its Rainbow Magic diversity, its smug assurance that everything contained within was legitimately feminist/female/fine. They approved of the fact that Weird Barbie’s quirks could X out Stereotypical Barbie’s perfection on some unspoken political balance sheet. That by being everything to everyone, a plastic doll could validate every child’s own unique and irrepressible individuality. To each her own Barbie!

And now there is a new Barbie cause to rally around: the Great Oscar Snub and what it all means — and why it is wrong. Neither Margot Robbie nor Greta Gerwig was nominated for best actress or best director, respectively. “How is that even possible?” one TV host exclaimed.

“To many, the snubbing of the pair further validated the film’s message about how difficult it can be for women to succeed in —<em> and be recognized for </em>— their contributions in a society saturated by sexism,” CNN explained. Ryan Gosling, nominated as best supporting actor for his role as Ken, issued a statement denouncing the snubs and hailing his colleagues.

But hold on. Didn’t another woman, Justine Triet, get nominated for best director (for “Anatomy of a Fall”)? As for “Barbie,” didn’t Gerwig herself get nominated for best adapted screenplay and the always sublime America Ferrera get nominated for best supporting actress? A record three of the best picture nominees were directed by women. It’s not as if women were shut out.

Every time a woman fails to win an accolade doesn’t mean failure for womanhood. Surely women aren’t so pitiable as to need a participation certificate every time we try. We’re well beyond the point where a female artist can’t be criticized on the merits and can’t be expected to handle it as well as any man. (Which means it still hurts like hell for either sex — but not because of their sex.)

Robbie had far less to do in “Barbie” than she did in “I, Tonya,” for which she justifiably got an Oscar nod. In this movie, she was charming and utterly fine, but that doesn’t make it a rare dramatic achievement.

With “Barbie,” Gerwig upped her commercial game from acclaimed art house to bona fide blockbuster. She was demonstrably ambitious in her conception of what could have been an all-out disaster. She got people to go back to the movies. All of these are successes worthy of celebration. But they are not the same as directing a good film.

Surely it is possible to criticize “Barbie” as a creative endeavor. To state that despite its overstuffed playroom aesthetic and musical glaze, the movie was boring. There were no recognizable human characters, something four “Toy Story” movies have shown can be done in a movie populated by toys.

There were no actual stakes, no plot to follow in any real or pretend world that remotely made sense. In lieu of genuine laughs, there were only winking ha-has at a single joke improbably stretched into a feature-length movie. The result produced the forced jollity of a room in which the audience is strenuously urged to “sing along now!”

A few reviewers had the gall to call it. The New York Post described it as “exhausting” and a “self-absorbed and overwrought disappointment,” a judgment for which the reviewer was likely shunned as a houseguest for the remaining summer season.

In our culture of fandoms, hashtags, TikTok sensations, semi-ironic Instagrammable cosplay, embedded anonymous reviews, sponsored endorsements and online grassroots marketing campaigns, not every critical opinion is a deliberate commentary on the culture or the virtue-signaling of an open letter. Sometimes an opinion isn’t some kind of performance or signifier.

There’s a crucial difference between liking the idea of a movie and liking the movie itself. Just as you could like “Jaws” without wanting to instigate a decadeslong paranoia about shark attacks, you can dislike “Barbie” without hating on women. Sometimes a movie is just a movie. And sometimes, alas, not a good one.

#Barbie #Barbie salt #barbie critical

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boycrazybimbo · 10 months

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Kings’ reaction to MC with a child(that’s not theirs):

Before we get into this, I will further explain your relationships with them each and how many children you have. The biological father will be unnamed, but the lawful father will be said demon. :D Please enjoy! This is mostly fluff, so this won’t be titled explicit. Not yet anyways. NSFW is (heavily) implied in red, so skip through the text until it’s back to normal. 😈

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{Relationship status: Dating(7 months)} {Children: 2(3 month year old(female)and 1 and a half year old(male))}

You and Satan have been together for months. At the beginning of your relationship your body went through drastic changes. You gained weight, you lost some. You constantly went dieting or even starving yourself.

You loved your children, you really did, but as each days went by, soon months, you always kept one thought in your mind. The children that your ex left you were a constant reminder of how much pain you felt for about 2 years and how abusive and toxic your previous relationship was. You despised the so-called “father” of your children. But being the great mother you are, you never took your aggression out on them and awaited the right chance to tell them of their absent father. Without a father, you only ever tried to be a better mother to make up for that. You hoped you were all they needed, but… You hoped to find a true father and new love and move on.

You didn’t have time for clubs since you have children, and you weren’t the richest woman or mother. You took on double shifts day in and day out. You even picked up side gigs in hopes of making a little extra. You lived in a small apartment with 3 rooms. One bathroom, one master bedroom, and a small living space. It was pretty easy monitoring your children when you came back from your job since they would either be in the living space or your shared bedroom. By now, you had all your taxes and bills paid, but you were still short in buying a house yet. This was sure to be tricky. You didn’t want to do more than you could. You didn’t want to faint from exhaustion and so you promised to get at least 6 hours of sleep a day. The last thing you wanted was to abandon your children at a young age especially after he had…

One day, on a weekend, when you were free to relax and didn’t have to worry about stretching your minimum wages, you decided you should get some time to yourself. Well, with your children also. You thought that today would be best to make up for the times lost of your children and go on an outing with them. Hell, you all could use a break. Especially after the neglecting babysitters whom you trusted them with. You also wanted to make up for that, but you weren’t entirely at fault. You didn’t have any close relatives nor did you have times for romantic or friendly relationships. Damn, if you had spent all this time socializing with others, you could have an easy 100+ friends by now.

{{Author-chan: Yes. Your hours were 2,000 a year. There’s 8,760 hours in a year btw}}

You put your youngest child in a stroller with your other strapped to your back. You had enough money to ride a sub that day so your shoulders didn’t hurt(your oldest baby is kinda heavy). You reached your stop and headed to the nearest park. Your oldest child was starting to get fidgety by now. “It must have been their lunchtime already”, you thought, taking each of their pacifiers out and pulling out two sealed plastic boxes containing their baby food you prepared for them earlier. You took both of them from either their stroller or baby holder(I think that’s what you called those things mothers put on their back to hold the baby up) off and placed your youngest on your lap and your other near the side.

As you were spoon-feeding them with a peaceful smile, a tall man waved at you from afar. You failed to notice him since you were feeding your children. It wasn’t until your oldest child has their mouth agape, staring at a figure in front of you. You quickly wrapped your arms around them protectively after meeting face to face with him.

“Who are you?” you spat, your brows furrowed, keeping your children from of reach from him. Your oldest child looked up at you curiously, babbling and clapping their hands together excitedly. Your gaze never left the stranger.

Narrowing your eyes upon further inspection, you could make out his features. He had long white hair tied into a low ponytail behind him and crimson red eyes. He was oddly pale despite it being sunny for this past 5 months. So hot, in fact, you had to take a parasol with you and extra thermostat bottles. You quickly scanned his figure and realized he was very muscular, but his paleness didn’t sit right with you. If he had been here for so long, his complexion would differ, which means he’s now here at this park today, despite you not always being here.

Despite his oddly pale complexion, your eyes were focused on the horns on his head. ‘Was he some sicko in cosplay to try to lure children in?’ was your first thought. It was pretty suspicious that he came to the park by himself with no children as it seemed. Your thoughts were rational, but maybe you should not be so quick to judge? You couldn’t help it, you were a protective mother.

The man holds his hands up from his pockets in front of him, stepping back to try not to intimidate you and not to further your suspicions. He chuckled, averting his eyes in thought. Satan knew that if he told you his name as Satan, you would probably call the cops. He hoped you weren’t very religious or knew the origin of the word…

He looked back at you, biting his bottom lip, his eyes trailing down from your neck. He was checking to see if you wore a cross, and grateful to know you weren’t. His eyes then progressed slowly down to your cleavage, noticing the shape of your firm yet soft-looking tits. He could make out your nipples from beneath your blouse, his eyes darkening for a brief moment before his eyes met yours again in an almost hungry stare. You hadn’t bothered to wear nipple covers today since you were going to breastfeed your youngest child, so your nipples were poking through your blouse, erect. You blushed a little, quickly catching onto where he had been looking, your arm covering your breasts firmly behind them. It wasn’t the fact that he had noticed you were braless that you were embarrassed by, but because you were prone to leak milk without wearing one. You weren’t worried before since no one bothered to approach you and that you were just a single mother to yourself. The man, Satan, chuckled again before speaking, his hand on his hip as his tongue lightly grazed his lips in a seductive purr.

“I’m Satan, princess~ Great job you’re doing, by the way,” he said with a smug grin. You weren’t sure on what he meant by that, but you didn’t really want to know.

You scoffed, mocking him. “Oh, yeah, and I’m a succubus. Pot meet kettle. Oh! And I forgot, I’m a succubus nun, also, “Satan”. Clearly succubuses can be holy, uh-huh.”

He threw his head back in a laugh, almost in a howling sound. You gave him a look that suggested he might be a crazy person, which only made him laugh harder. He laugh was quite charming.

He calmed down, remaining cool and handsome just as before. “That’s cute. You’re the most beautiful succubus I’ve ever seen~ And I applaud you for keeping holiness for being a demon, doll,” he said, looking deep into your hypnotic-like eyes. You gasped, covering your mouth as you noticed a cross in his eye. ‘Was that always there? Surely it’s a contact… This smooth-talker must think he’s all that, huh? Approaching me and being flirty as if I would allow a hot guy like him into my life,’ you thought, crossing your arms with a frown.

“What’s your business here, “Satan”?” you said straightforwardly, tilting your head to the side in annoyance. Your oldest child giggled for whatever reason, but you couldn’t keep up your tough front, your frown turning into a small smile at their cuteness, but you tried suppressing a giggle in response to their contagious one, wanting the man to take you seriously.

Satan noticed this and chuckled, speaking softly so he doesn’t seem even more suspicious, “Doll, I’m was just walking by. I was just sight-seeing as a random passerby, nothing more nothing less. I have no ill intent, I swear, beautiful succubus. I only approached you because… Ah… How should I put this?”, he looked down at his feet, scratching the back of his head curtly.

“Say it,” you hissed, your frown returning once again, your arms instinctively going back to block out your children from Satan.

Satan stood up straight, his hand returning to his hip, carefully choosing his next words, “Well… You’re a single mother is all, at least from the looks of it. Sorry, I don’t mean to offend or get overly flirty with you, you might be taken, but… I came here to ensure you were okay. This might sound cheesy, but… It’s dangerous for women, let alone, mothers be alone in one place for two long. Especially this open place. If I’m bothering you, I can leave. I just… Want your children and you to be safe.”

Satan’s words pulled at your heartstrings, you were about to tear up, but you tried laughing it off. You had the wrong first impression of him… Never in your life has someone willingly wanted to watch over your children with getting paid nor did anyone pay your well-being any mind. This stranger, no, Satan just wanted to protect you and your children from actual sickos. He surely was muscular enough to fight some creeps off compared to your lithe body.

What he said was sadly true, perverts do target women and children, and what more to achieve both of them by targeting single mothers. Ironically enough, he was more father material than your ex, your children’s biological father, were.

To be continued. -w- 🫦👉🏾👌🏾 The emojis, XD.

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